#*my eye twitches every time they miss the opportunity to collab*

[republic-of-dragons]

Just found out and confirmed that BOTH Imagine Dragons AND OneRepublic performed at the Rock In Rio Festival, this is the first time I’ve seen them both listed as performers since BottleRock back in 2019.

Salty I had no idea until I saw their posts, and looked up the list of performers through Google.

[bobaji]

HEART THUMPER (m).

who: haikyuu. bokuto x f!reader. hybrid!au.

info: 3.646k words. smut + light hurt/comfort + fluff.

kinks: bunny hybrid!reader, dog hybrid!bokuto, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, light dumbification, creampie

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Staring was something you had long since gotten used to. The bunny ears that sat atop your head forever gave away your position in society, leading to the burning stares of those around you. From shameless glares to not-so-subtle glances, you were just...accustomed.

The only place you had found solace was in the cute little isolated cafe near your apartment. It was a hybrids-only place, making it feel homey and safe every time you entered. 

Although, you had to admit that one major reason you found yourself going back over and over again, was the handsome security guard hybrid who worked there.

He was big, muscular and always had such a bright demeanor. Not to mention he was pretty easy on the eyes, with bouncy, floppy ears hidden in his mess of hair. His tail always seemed to be wagging, giving away his chipper mood. His golden eyes always had you entranced for a moment when you met them. To put it simply, you had a crush.

Usually, the walk to the cafe was a nice one -- peaceful, albeit with the stares of humans and other hybrids making you uncomfortable. Today, however, it was anything but.

When you locked up your apartment, you had the misfortune of running into your neighbor in the elevator -- he was mean, an ox hybrid that had spent years working, which brought him to the conclusion that he was superior to a domesticated hybrid such as yourself. He always made it his prerogative to spout out some nasty things at you that had you hanging your head. 

Then, once you were walking, free of his ugly demeanor, you had to squeeze your way through a crowd of humans who were all waiting excitedly for the grand opening of a game store. It was never fun -- they would always take the opportunity to make derogatory comments or take a chance to grab your ears and tail. 

By the time you reached the cafe, your mood was thoroughly in the dumps. The little bell ringing would usually perk you right up but today, all you did was sigh. 

You took a seat on one of the soft chairs near the window, holding a pillow in your lap. You heave a little sigh and will your body to relax, letting the soft atmosphere soothe your body.

“Hey there, bun,” a familiar voice has your ears perking up. You cast a glance over your shoulder to see Bokuto bounding his way towards you, tail wagging excitedly behind him, “I missed you yesterday!”

“Sorry,” you give him a sweet smile, already feeling your spirits lift at the sight of the happy pup, “I had errands to run and ended up not having time to swing by.”

“It’s alright,” he beams and then blinks, “you’re not gonna get your usual drink?”

You shrug, casting a glance out the window. He seems to immediately pick up on your mood and takes a seat in the empty chair across from you. It’s almost laughable how small it looks beneath him, the chair meant for smaller hybrid breeds like yourself. Still, he fixes you with a serious look, “Everythin’ alright?”

You sigh, “Bad day so far…”

He falls silent, seemingly thinking something over. His ears twitch atop his head for a moment before standing up. You watch him with wide eyes as he gets up and walks away. You lose sight of him around the corner and sigh, casting your gaze outside once more. 

After a few minutes, he suddenly reappears with a grin on his face. Ever so carefully, he places the little white cup on the table and sits back down.

“It’s your favorite!” he beams, relaxing in his seat once again, “...right?”

You can’t fight back your smile as you pick up the drink, “You even got it with extra whipped cream!”

He nods, tail loudly thumping against the back of the chair, “I see you always get it! When you take a sip and you get some on your little nose it's...um…” he clears his throat, cheeks turning pink, “It’s cute...you know?”

You feel your own cheeks burn at the compliment and quickly take a sip of your drink to hide how flustered he makes you. You hum happily and his grin only brightens. 

“You look happier now!” he chirps, ears popping up happily on his head, “I’m glad!”

“Thanks, Bokuto,” you whisper, meeting his gaze.

He opens his mouth, ready to say something when you both hear his name being called out obnoxiously from across the cafe floor. 

His tail immediately stops wagging and his ears perk up in alert, golden eyes darting around to see if there’s any danger to be seen. Both of your gazes finally fall on a pretty fox hybrid that struts her way over to him, a sharp-toothed grin on her face.

“There are you, Bo,” she coos, “What’re you doin’ all the way over here in this section?”

You shrink into your seat, hugging the pillow closer to you as you register the implication of her words. You know what she means -- why is he loitering in the domesticated hybrid section and not in the working-hybrid section with her and her groupies.

“Just talking with a friend,” Bokuto curtly responds, “Was there something you needed?”

The girl shrugs, a well-manicured hand finding its way onto his shoulder, “Just your attention. You don’t need to be here to entertain little…” her sharp eyes fall on you with a look of disgust, “Bunnies beneath you like this.”

The dog’s eyes immediately land on you once again and he frowns at how uncomfortable you look. It wasn’t very often that hybrids like her would be so close to ones like you. So he sighs and stands up, “Let’s talk back in your section, hm?”

“Sounds great!” she perks up and wraps her arms around his as he escorts her away.

You feel your own ears lower as you watch him go, leaving you all alone. Looking outside, you notice the way the sky begins to darken with an incoming storm. 

You can distantly hear the boisterous sound of Bokuto’s laugh and feel yourself deflate. 

It wasn’t the first time in your life you’d heard comments like that. 

Ever since ‘working-hybrids’ and ‘exotic-hybrids’  were deemed more important by the government than ‘domesticated-hybrids’ such as yourself, you’ve dealt with it. It was only up until recently that hybrids like you were even allowed to exist in peace. 

Still, hybrids like her continue to think themselves superior to you and make it known that they think so as well. 

Yet, that didn’t stop you from feeling the ache in your heart at the sight of your crush going with her. Bokuto was a ‘working-hybrid’ -- a dog bred to guard and protect. Yet, he was so kind and considerate towards you. You can’t help but wonder if he secretly thinks himself better than you as well. After all, he went with her easily enough. 

You immediately shake that thought from your head, gaze falling back down to your cup. The whipped cream was melted by now but you still found yourself smiling. He paid enough attention to know your favorite drink and how you took it. 

Finally deciding that you had enough of sitting there sulking by yourself, you finish up your drink and stand, fixing your clothes before making your way to the door. The windowpane is dripping now from the sprinkling that had just started up, distant thunder making you put the hood of your hoodie up. 

You open the door, the little bell ringing above you as you do. You step outside and inhale the rainy city scent. You only make it a few steps before the door is tugged open behind you and you hear your name being called.

“Hey, _____!” you turn to see Bokuto running out behind you, tail wagging happily as he approaches you, “Let me uh...walk you home?”

“What about work?” you ask, squinting through the rain.

“Shift just ended,” he beams, “I’m free...um...if you’re okay with that!”

“Of course I am,” you smile, waving at him to follow after you.

You can’t help the way your heart races as he happily bounds after you. You can tell there’s something on his mind, however, with the way he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“This is it,” you mutter, gazing up at your apartment complex, “Thanks for walking me, I really appreciate it.”

He seemed surprised for a moment, “O-Oh, you live...really close to the cafe, huh?”

You nod, stepping under the awning so you can remove your hood, freeing your ears. His eyes immediately fall upon them, making you flush shyly, “Well, I’ll see you later, Bokuto.”

“Um!” he stops you as you open the lobby door, making you pause, “Can we...talk...maybe?”

“Oh...sure…” he relaxes slightly, whispering a soft thanks as he follows you inside. You greet the front desk as you walk by, Bokuto tailing close behind you as you make your way to the elevator. 

The ride up to your apartment is quiet. Bokuto’s hands clasped in front of him, you can’t help but notice he’s a bit stiff. It has your heart racing with anxiety, wondering what it is he has to tell you. 

For the few months that you’ve known him, the only time he’s ever been serious has been when he was doing his job, escorting humans or rude hybrids out of the cafe. Otherwise, he’s always been a very jovial, upbeat man. 

Once you reach your apartment, you unlock it and let him in, both of you kicking your shoes off.

“Do you want something to drink?” you ask, “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Uh...water?” he asks, sounding almost nervous.

You give him what you hope is a comforting smile before making your way to the kitchen. As you begin to fill up a glass -- one decorated with cute little cartoon carrots, you hear him clear his throat behind you. You jump and gasp, whirling around to look at him with wide eyes.

His own eyes are wide, hands up in defense, “S-Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you!”

You relax where you stand and shut the water off, “It’s alright, just didn’t hear you come in.”

He takes the glass when you hand it to him, but doesn’t drink off of it. Instead, he shifts anxiously on his feet. You can almost see the wheels turning in his head as you wait for him to say whatever is plaguing your mind. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m like them!” he spits out suddenly, shocking you.

“W-What? Like who?” you ask, watching as he places the glass on the counter.

“L-Like the girl today…” he sighs, “I know I ditched you for her and it’s been bugging me...I don’t...I just knew she was making you uncomfortable and she wouldn’t leave unless I went with her...so I…”

You relax slightly and smile, “That’s what this is about?” he nods as you ask, “It’s okay, Bokuto. I admit...I was a little worried about it but...you’ve always been really nice to me so...I don’t think you’re like that at all.”

He sighs, tail sagging behind him as if you had just lifted a huge weight off of his shoulders, “I’m glad. B-Because, honestly, I really like you! And it would suck if I was dumb enough to ruin any small chance that I had to--”

“You like me?” you ask quietly, stopping him in the middle of his sentence .

“Oh I...yes…” he whispers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“I like you too, Bokuto…” you confess softly. 

You both fall silent, the only sound is the rapid thumping of Bokuto’s tail against the counter he stands beside. Your cheeks feel hot and you can’t bring yourself to look at him, even as he slowly makes his way over to you until you can see his feet in front of yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, breath fanning over your hair. 

“Y-Yeah…” you whisper, biting your lip when he suddenly grips your chin between his index finger and thumb, making you look up at him.

His gaze is soft as his thumb carefully slides over your bottom lip. You can’t help but press a sweet kiss against the pad of it. 

That, however, seems to break him because he descends down and presses his lips against yours. You whimper into the kiss, hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt, an indescribable need to have him closer. He smells so good, cologne mixed with the sweet scent of the cafe. It’s familiar, safe. 

When he pulls back, there’s a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. His pupils are blown wide when you look into them again, only a ring of his gold iris can be seen. You swallow thickly at the sight, his shoulders heaving from how hard he’s breathing.

He steps closer once again, kissing you once more. His hand cups the back of your head, forcing the kiss to deepen. You whimper against his lips, falling into the kiss eagerly as you press your body against his larger one. 

You can’t help but notice the hardness of his cock pressing against you, making your knees feel weak. Still, you cling to him and kiss him until you’re forced to pull away for air.

“Sorry…” he pants, eyes lidded, “You’re just...so cute...you make such adorable noises when I kiss you.”

You can’t help but whimper at his words, yanking him back down to kiss him once more. You feel intoxicated, as if his lips were addictive. He moves them expertly, his tongue meeting yours as he groans. 

Without breaking the kiss, he grips your waist and hoists you onto the counter, wedging himself between your legs. The position causes your skirt to hike up just a bit. The closer he presses, the closer he gets to your clothed cunt. 

You feel hot, panting into his mouth as one of his hands begins to caress your body, gripping your thighs and throat mindlessly. It all feels so heavy that your mind feels blank. 

Neither of you says a word as he works your hoodie off and over your head, dropping it onto the kitchen floor without a care. 

“So pretty,” he whimpers, leaning back to take a look at you.

Your eyes are lidded and your lips are swollen. You’re wearing a tight t-shirt that lets him see the swell of your braless chest perfectly -- your nipples hardened and pressing against the fabric. Your thighs are fully on display with a peek of some pretty, pink panties beneath your skirt. 

“Bo…” you whisper, catching his attention, “Bedroom?”

“Fuck,” he curses, licking his lips, “You sure, pretty bunny?”

You eagerly nod, wrapping your arms around his neck so he can lift you. You feel his biceps flex as he hoists your weight, following your directions to the bedroom before kicking the door shut with his foot. When he deposits you onto the bed, he’s on you in seconds, hand pushing the hem of your shirt up above your breasts.

“Pretty fuckin’ tits,” he growls, cupping one as he wraps his lips around your other’s nipple. His fingers pinch and roll the neglected one as you sigh and whimper happily under his attention.

Your knees press into his sides, using the leverage to grind your clothed cunt against his covered cock. The jeans don’t provide either of you with very much pleasure but you both moan contentedly anyway.

When he finally pulls away from your nipple, there’s a string a spit connecting the swollen bud to his lips, “You tryna get that lil cunt off for me, baby? That what you need?”

You nod desperately and can’t help but giggle when he eagerly works to strip you of the rest of your clothes. The second you’re completely naked, however, he freezes where he sits, letting his eyes drift up and down your body.

“You’re so damn pretty,” he sighs, running the flats of his palms down your body until he gets to your thighs, where he roughly shoves them apart, “Keep those open for me, bunny.”

You do as you’re told, watching with wide eyes as he strips himself of his shirt. His abs and biceps flex with every movement. You follow his hands as he pinches and flicks his own nipples, trailing down his toned tummy until he flicks the button of his jeans open, stuffing his hand into his blue boxes until he tugs his cock free. 

It nearly knocks your breath from your lungs.

It’s long and thick, with a fat, leaky head. It’s veiny and you can see it throbbing as he slowly strokes himself, eyes glued on your pretty little cunt. You clenched pathetically around nothing, leaking sweet slick that had his mouth watering. 

“This what you want, baby?” he asks softly, shuffling forward on his knees until the tops of his thighs meet the backs of yours. 

You nod, “Yes, yes, please, I want it so bad.”

He quickly shushes you, “‘S okay, baby.”

You’re practically trembling in excitement, thinking he’s going to stuff you nice and full of his fat cock. But instead, he slaps the head against your clit, making your thighs jump from the feeling. He’s quick to shush you, pinning your thighs open, when you arch your hips and attempt to get him to pop his cock into your tight little cunt. 

“Lemme prep you,” his words are slurred when he says them, already beginning to mindless work is hips back and forth.

The slide of his heavy cock through your slick folds has you keening, falling limp on the bed. He grinds over your clit, squeezing the meat of your thighs between his fingers at the feeling of the little bud throbbing beneath his length. 

“So good, so wet,” he whimpers, tongue peeking out from between his swollen lips, “‘s it feel good, bunny?”

“Yes!” you cry, hands reaching up to grope your own tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between trembling fingers.

“G-Good bunny,” he praises breathlessly, “Want you to cum for me, please?”

He leans his boy over yours, hands planted on either side of your head. He words his hips quickly, eyes glued to the sight of your pussy making a mess for him -- because of him. He swears he’s never seen anything prettier than a bunny’s responsive little cunt. You were so sensitive that your entire body was vibrating. He could feel your pussy pulse through the pleasure, every time you twitched he could see your little hole clench, gushing our more slick for him to use to fuck himself against you.

“Bo!” you squeal, legs kicking on either side if his large body.

He could tell you were cumming. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you back arched, your hands coming up to press into his chest as if that was going to stop him from making you cream all over him. 

“That’s a good bunny!” he growls, teeth clenched together at the feeling of your hot little cunt cumming against the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock.

He sits up suddenly, whimpering through his nose as he grips his own cock, slapping the length against your clit, sending your orgasm even higher.

You babble and wail mindlessly as he makes you cum harder than you ever have before. You feel the hot stripes of his own cum as he barrels into his own orgasm. He paints your messy cunt with his cum, both of you panting and trembling as you come down. 

But before you can take in the post-climax euphoria, he’s pressing the fat, sensitive head of his cock into your still-spasming cunt. 

“T-Taro!” you wail, legs kicking as he quickly bottoms out, another orgasm washing over you.

He doesn’t hesitate this time. His own cock aches, burns with overstimulation as he fucks you like a feral mutt. He’s addicted, obsessed with the way you cream and gush around him. His jeans are wet, sticking to his thighs from the way he forces your pretty pussy to squirt over and over again. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give you a chance to come down from the pleasure.

“Pretty little cunt,” he growls, “Pretty, dumb bunny. You like this cock? I can tell...you’re cummin’ so hard for me. ‘S it that good?”

You couldn’t even answer coherently even if you wanted to. He knows that and it’s a bit mean of him to be asking you questions when he’s so thoroughly fucked you stupid. 

“C-Can I cum?” he whimpers, “Where do you want it, bunny?”

“Inside!” you squeal, back arching desperately as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. 

Your hands tangle in his already messy hair, gripping his ears. The sensation has him sobbing into your mouth, hips stuttering as he cums hot and messy into your cunt. His hips never slow, forcing himself to ride out the almost painful orgasm he fucked out of himself. 

His cock is raw, throbbing and drooling cum by the time he slows down. He’s trembling, letting his heavy body fall atop yours, nuzzling your neck to be close to you. 

“G-Good bunny,” he whispers, sitting up after a moment to pull his cock free. You whine at the feeling of being empty followed by the lewd gush of his cum once he is gone. 

“Took so much…” he beams, sliding out of bed to strip himself of those damned jeans he completely forgot to strip himself of. 

Once he is curled up beside you, content and holding you, he sighs contentedly. 

“So...I’m off tomorrow…”

© bobaji 2021. do not modify or repost.

[kurosukii]

𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: you’re so glad that you married a loving and doting man who cares for your child as if she’s his own flesh and blood; you just didn’t expect that his son would take a certain liking to you as well...

genre: smut, stepcest au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, pseudoincest (stepcest), somnophilia, dubcon cheating, milf reader, use of ‘mommy’ (not in the femdom way), creepy and possessive issei, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, body image issues, corruption, manipulation, panty sniffing, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, spitting, degradation, praise, size kink, breeding kink, biting, nipple play, oral (f receiving), humping, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, mating press, doggy style

word count: 6.4k

author’s note: for @karasunosimp‘s it’s raining milk collab! thank you for letting me join! hehe so it’s another stepcest au,,, also i’ve already written for 3/4 of the seijoh four EEK (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you to @meiansmistress @ssrated1volleyballplayer @bokuroskitten @anime-nymph for beta-reading and editing! <33

[11:53 AM]

“have fun at the amusement park! stay safe and always listen to your dad, okay?” you say sweetly to your jumping daughter.

you giggle at her excitement, your heart and cheeks warming when you see her eyes twinkling with unbridled joy as she holds her stepdad’s finger with her entire hand.

“bye mommy! i’ll see you later when we get back! have fun with nii-chan!” she answers loudly, squealing when your husband picks her up and twirls her around as they walk down the path to the car.

you wave them off, returning inside and closing the door with a click. you wince at the sound, louder now that your daughter’s giggles and squeals are gone.

meanwhile, issei leans against the wall with his thick arms crossed as he shamelessly looks you over from head to toe. he slowly licks his bottom lip, clearly liking what he sees.

you’re now hyper aware of your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your shirt, and paired with the flimsy linen shorts you’re wearing, the room definitely feels hotter with the sexual tension that’s permeating the air

sexual tension that you’ve been blatantly ignoring ever since you married into the matsukawa household.

“why are you always so nervous around me, mommy?” issei asks, feigning innocence. his eyes twinkle and lips stretch into a smirk when he sees your breath hitch.

you don’t bother to grace him with an answer, heavy lump forming in your throat as you speed walk past him and into the kitchen.

he chuckles at your reaction and pushes himself off the wall, following you as his eyes watch your swaying hips. issei is hungry and it has more to do with the woman in front of him rather than the steaming plate of food on the table.

after you’re done fixing up the table and finally take a seat, you pray to any higher being within earshot to ask for strength in dealing with your wayward stepson.

you really don’t like being alone with him and it’s not because you don’t want to be around him. it’s because you’re afraid of what he might do to you.

you weren’t born yesterday and you’ve lived a long enough life to know when a man is looking at you like he wants to spread your legs and pound you until you’re a writhing mess underneath him.

because that’s how issei looks at you and he’s not ashamed about it either. it genuinely shocks you because his father—your husband—can be in the room and issei will still undress you with his eyes.

you thought you were being delusional at first, ashamed at how you secretly accused your husband’s son of leering at and having inappropriate thoughts about you.

it turned out that you weren’t wrong, however, because you came home one afternoon to get something you left, expecting that no one would be there so imagine your shock when you passed by issei’s slightly opened door and heard him pleasuring himself.

you were about to run back downstairs until you heard him groan your name as he was stroking his cock. you choked out a gasp as you stood by his door. he was naked, tanned body glistening with sweat as he fucked his hand.

you couldn’t help but gape at his thick and long cock—bigger than your husband’s, as much as you were ashamed to admit—and you watched him for a few minutes, panties drenched with how much slick and pre-cum was leaking out of issei’s, for lack of a better word, horsecock.

your face burned when his hips jerked and he sprayed his cum all over himself, moaning your name long and hard as his body twitched from the stimulation.

needless to say, you went back to work with soiled panties and a hot face, not knowing that watching issei masturbate to the thought of you would be the turning point that led to the taboo relationship with your stepson.

the sound of utensils falling and clanging break you from your memories; your face burns at being caught red handed and you squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

issei apologizes for the disturbance and continues eating, never failing to wink every time you glance at him. he knows the effect he has on you and he relishes in it, teasing his stepmom endlessly.

he can’t wait to expose you for the little whore you actually are, and what better than to seize the opportunity of the both of you having the house all to yourselves?

“your little one and my dad are out bonding in the amusement park and i know for sure that they’ll be there all the way into the night,” he says, setting down his utensils and wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

the movement of his hands causes the many rings on his fingers to reflect against the light and he looks at you from under his thick lashes, brown eyes smoldering with shameless desire.

“so why don’t we do some bonding too?” he asks and chuckles when you choke on your food. he reaches for your cup of water and hands it to you, thick and ring-clad fingers brushing against yours as you take it from him.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, mommy?” he whispers, his voice raspy and deep. you shiver at his sensual tone, fingers gripping the cup hard. you clear your throat loudly after swallowing, willing yourself to ignore his advances and innuendos.

“i’m tired, issei. i’m going to take a nap after eating,” you say sternly, glaring when he seems not to take you seriously. he laughs lowly, letting out an okay, whatever you say, before standing up and stretching.

your cheeks warm when he groans, similar to the one you heard before, and you jump out of your chair and begin to gather all the plates and leftover food.

“let me clean up, hmm? you did all the cooking and prepping. ” issei stops you with a large hand on your forearm. his skin is hot to the touch but his rings feel cool, the juxtaposition making you lightheaded.

he’s breathing down on you, large body covering yours while his intoxicating scent invades your senses. you shake your head and mumble out a garbled ‘thank you’ before you leave the kitchen and issei, practically sprinting up the stairs and towards the room you share with your husband.

you close the door once you’re inside, breathing heavily as you hear your heartbeat in your ears. damn him, you growl in your head. you ought to give him an earful about personal spaces and appropriate manners.

you sigh loudly as you walk to the dresser, intent on changing into your silky nightgown for your midday nap. you wear the garment to help you feel attractive, despite your age and changed body. you remove your shirt over your head and shiver when you see how hard and pebbled your nipples are.

even though your mind refuses to succumb to issei, your body is a whole different story. you wince when you remove your shorts and feel the dampness in your panties, making shame and guilt course through you as you put on your nightgown.

of all the people in the world, only your husband should make you feel this way. no one else, and certainly not his son. what would he think of you? what would your daughter think of you?

fuck, why are you even allowing yourself to think like this?

you know that if you ask issei to stop acting inappropriately towards you, he would listen—wouldn’t he?

you know the reason why you allowed this whole forbidden staring and teasing to go on for so long was because you felt lonely. which angers you, because you have a loving husband and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

but he didn’t exactly make you feel desired. sure, you’ve been intimate with him but he didn’t look at you the way you want to be looked at—like you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. you feel ashamed, as if all the attention and love your husband gives means nothing to you.

as someone who has gone through major bodily changes, the ugly face  of insecurity easily rears its head when you look at yourself in the mirror—but that doesn’t mean you regret having your daughter, not at all.

it’s just one of those things that has been ingrained in you and you find it hard to escape. which is why whenever issei looks at you with hungry eyes, you can’t help but feel wanted, desired.

it’s as if he doesn’t care about the extra weight you put on or the stretch marks on your body—no, he doesn’t care about any of that. you wouldn’t have believed it if it weren’t for his incessant teasing and the fact that he masturbates to the thought of you.

but you know it’s wrong, that it can never be. you sigh dejectedly as you lie down on the soft and cold bed, staring up at the ceiling. you have to talk to issei about this whole game and tell him to stop it before his father finds out.

and issei’s molten brown eyes are the last thing you think of before you finally close your eyes.

issei hums as he wipes his hands on the towel, looking in the direction you ran off. he smirks to himself as he puts back on his rings, body brimming with excitement and desire. time to pay you a visit.

he walks up the stairs, footsteps loud in the quiet house. he finds himself right in front of your door and leans his ear on the wood. he’s met with silence as he slowly turns the knob and enters the dimly lit room.

his eyes immediately find your sleeping form and he feels his cock stir in his pants, making the fabric tighten around his crotch.

fuck, you’re so god-damn beautiful.

long legs carry him over to you. he puts one knee on the bed, making it dip as his long fingers caress your cheek. his rings complement your complexion, his thumb and index finger lightly squeezing your parted lips.

he watches in fascination as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek and his cock twitches again when he hears your little whimper as he plays with your slightly damp lips.

his fingers continue their ministrations as his sharp eyes travel down your form, smirking when he sees your nipples poking through the silky fabric. to his delight, he notices your nightgown riding up your body, revealing the frilly white cloth of your panties.

he groans softly as his cock hardens and the bed dips even more as he puts his whole weight on it. he stops his movements on your face and maneuvers himself until his large body is over you.

his eyes burn holes through your panties and his breathing becomes heavier. god, he knows it’s wrong to touch and feel you up while you’re sleeping, but you’re so fucking breathtaking and he can’t help himself. after all, he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this to happen.

there’s a slight tremor in his hands as they hover over the exposed skin of your thighs. he lays them gently on your skin and he groans lowly in his throat. fuck, you’re so smooth and soft.

he squeezes them a few times before he gently pries your legs open, watching your reaction carefully in case you wake up. your breaths are still even and he takes that as a signal to spread your legs wider, raising them until your feet are planted on the bed.

he bites his lower lip to stifle his groan once he sees the wet patch on the center of your frilly panties. you’re such a fucking whore and he knows that it’s for him and only him.

he positions his body until he’s lying on his stomach, slightly rutting the bed to relieve the tension in�� his cock. his head moves between your legs, directly in front of your heated and covered pussy.

you stir slightly when you feel a breeze on your exposed skin, making issei stiffen. you settle down and he sighs in relief, thinking fuck it before he inhales the scent of your arousal.

he growls lowly in his throat at your smell, sticking out his tongue and licking a long and wet stripe up your covered slit. you moan softly, but that doesn’t deter issei from groaning into your cunt.

he raises his body and sits up on his haunches, hooking his fingers in  the waistband of your panties. he slowly pulls them down and his eyes practically glow as he sees your bare pussy for the first time.

his throbbing cock twitches when he sees a string of slick connecting your cunt to your panties. he gently lifts your hips and stretches your legs so he can remove the soiled underwear, watching your sleeping face carefully before positioning your legs again.

he knows he’s a disgusting man, but what can he do when you’re offering yourself up so sweetly to him?

he bunches the fabric in his hand, ringed fingers making an indent on the cotton as he brings it up to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply.

he growls at your fresh scent, his body tensing at the new wave of arousal that drenched your panties. he watches as you squirm and move around, rubbing your thighs together as you whimper quietly in your sleep.

his eyes flash. is his naughty stepmom having a wet dream? that explains why your panties feel wetter in his hand...

well, issei is nothing but a man who makes women’s dreams come true, and it just so happens that you’ve captured his attention—and quite frankly, his dick.

he throws your panties to the floor after a few more sniffs and quickly dives back between your legs. he’s up close to your naked pussy, pupils blown wide as he stares at your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

you’re wet but not wet enough by his standards, so he gathers all the saliva he has in his mouth and parts your folds with two thick fingers. he spits on your cunt, the  little sound coursing through the quiet room.

he watches intently as the globule of spit slides down your lower lips and you shiver, moaning at the cold feeling between your legs. you squirm more as your mind gets filled with a certain haziness, unable to distinguish what’s real and what’s a dream.

throwing caution out the window, issei wastes no time and finds your clit, suckling it into the damp heat of his mouth. he groans at the taste of your pussy, his hips rutting the bed once more.

the vibrations from his lips make you moan loudly and arch into issei’s mouth. your eyes are squeezed tightly as you thrash around the bed, making you instinctively close your legs, squeezing issei’s head between them.

his hands grab your thighs, the cold rings on his fingers digging into your skin as he pries them open. he shakes his head with your clit in his mouth, making you cry out and tremble.

god, your dream feels so fucking real. you’ve never felt pleasure like this before and you love it. your fingers grip the sheets as you involuntarily roll your hips, following the motions of issei’s tongue and lips.

his chin is drenched with his saliva and your juices as the bed creaks from the rutting of his hips. frankly, he doesn’t care how loud and sloppy he’s being if it means you’re this responsive.

issei lets go of one thigh and moves his arm under him while his mouth continues to suck and lick your clit. he watches through his lashes as your chest rises and falls quickly, cute moans falling from your mouth.

the silk of your nightgown is dark with how heated your body is, your sweat dampening the fabric. your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the garment.

his tongue flicks against your puffy clit as he slowly inserts two fingers—the ones that aren’t adorned with rings—into your leaking cunt.

the feeling of his long fingers inside your pussy makes you cry out and your toes curl from the full feeling. the new stimulation and volume of your pleasured sounds awakens you, your foggy eyes wide and confused.

you’re still groggy when you sit up and lean on your hands, your mind processing what’s happening when you realize that it wasn’t a dream at all.

no, it’s real and issei’s really between your legs, lapping away and fingering your aching pussy. your mind clears and you choke out a gasp in between your moans as you watch him in shock.

issei watches the emotions cross your face the whole time and his chest puffs out, his ego rising knowing that he’s the one doing this to you.

your frantic eyes meet his and he winks slyly. you tug at his hair ready to pull his head and mouth off of you because this is so wrong, but he beats you to it. his tongue swirls and flicks faster at your pulsing bud, his fingers increasing their thrusting.

now that you’re awake, he doesn’t have to care about his volume anymore so he lets out loud groans and grunts, the vibrations reverberating through you and making your pussy tingle.

“issei, t-this is wrong! s-top! stop!” you beg, voice immediately turning into a loud moan when he ignores you and bobs his head faster.

he moans to himself, knowing that your body is betraying you because although you’re begging him to stop, your hand is tugging his hair as you desperately fuck his face and fingers.

you taste so good that he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

“i-i mean it! get off—oh my god!” you scream when he gives your clit a hard suck. coupled with the squelching sounds and speed of his thrusting fingers, you cum all over his mouth.

you breathe heavily, face flushed and blissed out as you watch issei kiss your inner thighs before rising between your legs.

his mouth and chin are glistening with your cum and his pink tongue darts out to lick his lips clean of your juices, groaning as he meets your eyes.

you notice the dark patch on his crotch and your cheeks flame when you realize that he came the same time as you, but that doesn’t ease your worries because his cock is still hard and twitching.

once you regain some of your bearings, you realize what exactly just occurred and you let out a little scream as you try to scramble away from issei, shame filling your body.

he doesn’t let you get away from him, however, because he immediately pushes you on your back and crashes his swollen lips to yours.

you yelp at the sudden movement and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hard cock on your wet and leaking pussy, further drenching the fabric of his pants.

you taste your essence as he massages his tongue with yours. you moan, tugging at his messy curly hair, trying and failing to pull him off you.

his hands find purchase on your thighs and he squeezes them, making you shiver at his cold rings. you whimper when he wraps your legs around his waist, grinding into you with a force harder than before.

your saliva mixes with his as the lewd clicking sounds of your mouths fill your ears. issei grinds on you one last time before he lifts his head from yours, lips separating with a trail of spit connecting them.

satisfied with kissing you, he stares at your face, gaze smoldering. you try to push him off you, but to no avail. he only tightens your legs around his waist as you struggle against him.

you suck in a breath as you feel the heat of his cock directly on your naked pussy. issei smirks lazily at you, tutting at you as if you’re inconveniencing him. your hands tug at his hair more, desperately trying to anchor yourself.

“if i had known your pussy tastes that sweet, my face would stay buried between your legs for the rest of my days,” he says suavely, his tongue darting out and licking his lips as he looks at yours.

you moan softly at his words and you’re now keenly aware of your nightgown sticking to your skin, making you uncomfortable as your nipples brush against the sweaty fabric. issei notices your discomfort and clicks his tongue.

“i think you’ve been hiding your pretty tits from me for far too long,” he whispers, his hot breath caressing your face. his hands move from your thighs and his fingers hook under the straps of your nightgown.

you shiver underneath him as his hands remove the sweaty fabric from your body, ring-clad fingers ghosting the sensitive skin of your arms.

you whine in distress as issei discards your nightgown somewhere behind him. you’ve never felt so exposed, your bare and glistening body being scrutinised by his dark eyes.

your insecurities start to get the better of you and you move your arms to cover your breasts and mound. issei stops you, large hands putting your arms back to your side.

“don’t hide from me, baby,” he whispers, his head dipping as he kisses the crook of your neck. his hands go to your chest and he palms both of your aching tits, squeezing and kneadingthe soft skin.

you moan, arching into the warm and cool feeling of his fingers. issei continues sucking and leaving marks on the skin of your neck as he whispers his thoughts.

“i know my dad doesn’t fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked,” he claims, making you squirm under his body that’s still clothed.

shame momentarily disappearing, you claw at his shirt and pants. he chuckles at your impatience and his hands leave your breasts for a moment, removing his shirt in record time.

he gets off the bed and makes quick work of his pants, kicking them off and quickly returning to the bed—to you. he didn’t give you the chance to look at his hard cock—not that you needed to anyway, because you already know what it looks like.

you yelp when issei puts his arms around you and settles you down on his lap, giving you a clear view of his cock that’s bobbing against his defined abdomen.

you gulp, nervousness filling your body as you stare at his large cock. seeing it up close is absolutely different—it’s longer and thicker than any other dick you’ve ever seen.

issei’s ego rises as he watches you. he’s always been proud of his size but seeing you? the object of his and his dick’s affections sitting on his lap? well, that’s enough to boost any man’s ego.

“see what you do to me?” he asks, guiding your hand to his throbbing cock. you whimper when you hold his shaft, your hand barely wrapping around him. issei hisses at the feeling of your soft hand touching his sensitive skin.

“you’re so fucking sexy and i can’t stop thinking about how you’d look like bouncing on my cock,” he admits, urging you to stroke his dick faster.

you slowly pump his shaft and moan when you feel his fingers—the same ones from before—find your swollen clit, slowly circling the pulsing bud. your free hand squeezes his shoulder as his fingers move faster.

you squeal when he inserts two fingers inside your cunt, making your hand squeeze his cock. he groans in at the stimulation, making his abs clench.

“i-ssei!” you whine, head thrown back as he pumps his fingers into you faster. the squelching sounds of his fingers scissoring your insides causes a knot to slowly form at the pit of your stomach.

“gotta prep this pussy more, baby,” he says breathlessly, watching your slack-jawed face as you stroke and twist his cock.

“still so fucking tight, can’t wait to sink into you,” he grunts, moving your body so he can get a better angle at your g-spot.

“bet i can fuck you better than my dad ever will, mommy,” he growls, curling his fingers inside of you as he ends his sentence. you lurch forward and cry out, eyes fluttering at the pleasure.

“see? you want my cock—shit—so badly, huh? look at how your hand is squeezing and s-stroking me, fuck,” he stutters, feeling his orgasm approach. his free hand squeezes your hip, keeping your balance.

you shake your head frantically at his statement, still not admitting that you want this, want him.

“stop fighting it. i know you want me as much as i want you,” he grates, curling his fingers again and making you wail at the pleasure. your fingers twist and pump his cock, pre-cum leak from the tip. your hand feels warm and slick as you continue to jerk issei’s shaft.

“gonna cum baby, cum with me,” he whispers into your skin, breaths heavy as the slick sounds of your fluids fill the room.

your body is trembling and you know you’re nearing your orgasm once more. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“c-cumming, issei!” you scream when his thumb circles your clit just as he curls his fingers again inside your tight pussy, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

he follows after you, hot spurts of his cum staining your hand and arm. he groans and throws his head back as he feels the heat of his essence coat his abs and thighs.

he removes his fingers from your cunt and gently pushes you back on the bed. you yelp when issei grabs the back of your thighs and pushes them to your chest, folding your body in half.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you and i can hear in this house are your cute and sexy moans,” he growls, spreading your legs and baring your clenching hole to his dark eyes.

his cock bobs as he moves forward and he takes hold of his shaft, one long vein on the underside. he taps it a few times on your clit, making you whine and close your eyes.

you take a deep breath as he inserts the tip, body shaking as his large cock goes inside of you, inch by inch.

you open your eyes and claw at his arms when the stretch starts to become uncomfortable. you look down and gasp, eyes wide as you have a clear view of his fat cock splitting you.

“god, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, squeezing your thighs as he slowly bottoms out.

“you’re so big, issei,” you moan, leaning your head back on the pillow as your eyes flutter at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls.

“mhmm, big enough to fuck you the way you want to be fucked, mommy,” he chuckles then groans when your cunt squeezes around him.

“fuck—do you like it when i call you mommy?” he growls when your tight walls clamp down on him again. you shake your head, a futile attempt in proving him wrong.

“who knew my mommy is so kinky,” he mocks you and before you can even reprimand him, his entire length bottoms out in one swift thrust.

“issei! fuck!” you scream, scratching his forearms as your back arches, toes curling at the sudden thrust.

you feel so fucking full. of all the cocks you’ve taken, issei’s definitely tops the list. you can feel every part of him, from the single vein to the throbbing of his length.

he groans loudly, squeezing your thighs so hard that his rings will definitely leave bruises later. he fights to controls himself, willing not to cum at the feeling of your pussy finally enveloping him.

he sucks in a breath and leans his forehead against yours, pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside your pussy. you whine at the loss, missing the way he stretches you.

he thrusts back in, bottoming out as his tip teases the entrance of your cervix. you cry out in both pain and pleasure, still trying to adjust to his size.

he stays still inside of you for a few seconds before he places his hands on the bed, your calves resting on his upper arms. he starts thrusting, moving in and out of your cunt.

you mumble incoherently, breasts bouncing with each thrust issei makes. you grab both of his wrists, squeezing them as the sounds of your skin meeting his fill your ears.

issei groans and hisses, panting heavily as he pounds your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to your ear, licking the sensitive skin and making your shaking body tremble even more as you whine.

“bet you’re happy now, huh?” he whispers in between his groans, biting your earlobe.

“w-what do you—oh my god, issei!” you stutter, but then he fucks you harder and faster, making you keen and arch your back. he makes your body contort into positions you’ve never been in before—until now.

“do you think you’re quiet when you touch yourself during your late night showers?” he asks you in a condescending manner, smirking when you whine at his statement.

“i can fucking hear you when i go to the kitchen. you’re such a slut. moaning your stepson’s name, imagining that he’s the one who’s touching your pussy,” he growls as he buries his head in your neck, his hot breaths fanning your skin.

“but i guess i don’t have the right to talk, huh? i fuck my fist every night and imagine it’s your tight cunt wrapped around me,” he finishes, nipping away at your skin before his hands return the back of your sweaty thighs.

he slaps them, in sync with his thrusts, making you wince at the metal of his rings. your shaking arms reach for your ankles, setting everything on display for issei.

you’re loudly chanting his name like a prayer, pleasure running through every nerve in your body. for the first time in your life, you’re actually enjoying getting fucked silly—never mind that it’s your stepson who’s making you moan like a pornstar.

his thrusts are heavy and deep as he slowly toys with your clit and you jerk when his fingers draw circles on the aching bud. your body’s trembling harder than before, loud moans and whines falling from your open mouth as drool seeps from the corners.

“i-i’m gonna cum, issei!” you squeal as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and the squelching noises coming from your pussy make the pit in your stomach slowly tip over.

“cum, baby. cum all over my fat cock,” he whines, throwing his head back as he jackhammers into you, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening as he prepares to empty himself inside of you.

“c-cumming i-issei! fuck!” you scream, your hands squeezing your ankles as your legs shake from your intense orgasm. your cunt is practically suffocating issei’s cock, making his hips jerk and stop.

his mouth falls open into a loud and heavy groan as he spills his hot and sticky cum inside of you. there’s so much cum that it leaks out of you and around his cock as it drips down to the drenched sheets below your bodies.

you finally set your shaking legs down as your trembling body aches from your folded position. issei falls on top of you, elbows on the bed as his sweaty face is smothered by your breasts.

his cock is still inside of you, twitching as more cum spills inside of your soiled pussy. your heavy breaths fill the cool air of the room as you recover, feeling disgusting at all sweat and cum on and in your body.

issei lifts himself off of you and pulls out of your cunt, making you both sigh and groan at the drag of his cock. your mixed fluids immediately trickle out of your pussy and you moan at the thick feeling.

issei furrows his brows as his fingers scoop his cum and quickly pushes it back. you whine as the tips of his fingers tease your hole, squirming away from him as your clit throbs from the overstimulation.

you’re kind of expecting him to roll over you and lie down but he shocks you—it’s evident with the way you yelp when flips your body over to your stomach, his large hands raising your hips until you’re kneeling on the sheets.

“i can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,”  he says breathlessly, chest still heaving at the previous round. but it’s true, he really can’t get enough of you—not when he knows the taste and feel of your pussy.

“i-issei, i-i can’t,” you whine when he holds his cock and hovers before your dripping cunt. he doesn’t pay any heed to your whimpers, mostly because he knows you still want more of this, more of him.

“you say that but your pussy is telling me a different story,” he smirks and you can hear the condescension in his voice as his thumb rubs the sweaty skin of your hips.

he doesn’t give you any time to reply because he quickly sinks into you, your mouth falling open into a loud moan as his fat cock stretches you open once more.

fuck, even if you’ve already taken him, the stretch and ache still feels the same. he’s so fucking big that you know you won’t ever get used to his size, no matter how many times he fucks you.

he doesn’t waste any time and starts rolling his hips, his thighs loudly slapping against your ass. he hisses as one of his hands lie flat on your back, pushing it down to form a deeper arch.

“i know you saw me jerking off. did you like the show i put on for you, mommy?” he growls, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and smothering your face on the sweat-stained sheets.

you moan into the fabric when you hear the mocking endearment, your drool mixing with all the other fluids. your fingers bunch the sheets between them  as the loud creaking and thumping of the bed fill your ears.

“i came so hard because i knew you were watching me work my cock,” he groans, thrusting hard and deep. your cunt squeezes his cock when you remember that afternoon. so all this time? he was shamelessly coaxing you towards him?

you huff, pride slightly damaged when you hear his admission. you’ll show him that he’s not the only one who can fuck like an animal.

you whimper when you spread your knees—which is a feat in itself because issei’s thrusts practically send your body flying forward. you moan when he hits your sweet spot, making tingles run down your spine.

you start meeting his thrusts, no longer letting him do all the pulling and jostling. his eyes flash when he realizes what you’re doing, which only encourages him to fuck you harder.

his hands palm your jiggling ass, leaving marks on your soft skin. you leave your head buried in the sheets, the sheets, stifling your moans and whines because if you don’t, —you’ll definitely make the walls shake with how loud you are.

“yeah that’s a good girl. fuck yourself on my cock, come on,” he coaxes you, deep voice raspy as his own body trembles at the pleasure of your walls clamping down on his cock.

“fuck—look at how your slutty cunt is taking me,” he growls when you roll your hips, the angle sending new waves of pleasure to the both of you.

“god, i wanna fuck you in front of my dad just so he knows that your pussy belongs to me,” he hisses, holding your hips as he takes control of the pace again.

his thrusts become sloppy and erratic, the loud slapping of skin a constant symphony as he maintains the fast pace. you turn your head to the side and breathe deeply, choking out a moan as he continuously hits your g-spot.

“want me to make you a mommy again? get your belly all swollen and round with my kid?” he says, voice shaking as his heavy balls slap against your skin. he’s close, he can feel it.

you’re close too, just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you’ll gush around his cock again. issei leans over your body, his chest covering the entire expanse of your sweaty back.

you squeal when your knees drop and you fall flat on the bed, your entire front rubbing against the sheets. you whimper shakily when your nipples brush against the soft fabric, the extra stimulation making your body jerk back against issei’s thrusting cock.

“issei! g-gonna c-cum a-again!” you squeal, voice shaking from how raw your throat feels. your moans increase in pitch and volume the nearer you get to your orgasm.

“fuck, your pussy feels like heaven!” issei groans, his own voice increasing in pitch and volume as well as he reaches his limit. you feel his cock swell and throb before thick and hot spurts of his cum coat your clenching walls.

“issei—oh my god!” you wail, cumming at the same time as him. your mouth stays open in a silent scream as you close your eyes tightly, cunt spasming as you drench his cock with your essence.

you wince when you feel the squelching of your mixed juices as issei rolls to his side, bringing you with him. both of you are quivering with pleasure and overstimulation, breathing heavy with your chests rising and falling rapidly.

his cock finally softens inside of you, clearly spent for the day. more cum falls out of your pussy, staining your sweaty bodies even more.

his parted lips find your neck, sucking and licking away at glistening skin. you whine, tilting your head, exposing more skin for him to mark.

you sigh tiredly, exhaustion finally catching up to you. you don’t really care that you’re dirty and soiled with sweat and cum—or the fact that issei’s dick is still inside of you. you just want to rest.

your eyes droop, ready to fall asleep enveloped in issei’s warm chest and arms, along with the wandering of his soft lips on your neck—until you hear a very familiar voice shout from downstairs, loud footsteps running up the stairs.

“honey! issei! we’re finally home!”

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This is my addition to the Coming This Summer Collab by Tteokdoroki

All reader inserts are poc, chubby and ftm! All reader inserts will use he/him and they/them pronouns unlessed specified! 

CW: pussy, vaginal sex, very vanilla in all honesty

Desire to us 

Was like a double death

Swift dying

Kento Nanami does not want to go to the beach. He would love to stay inside and bake his bread in peace. But he can never say no to Yuji, and he wanted to make sure Gojo doesn’t corrupt the young pink-haired boy. Now here he is, standing with Gojo and his three students looking for some acquaintance of Gojo’s. Suddenly, as his eyes scan across the semi crowded beach, he sees...

You. 

Radiating like fresh amber in the summer sun, skin so warm and inviting. Kento watches you climb out of the ocean, resembling the birth of Aphrodite with how your braids draped over your chest. He watches the beads of water travel over the valley of your buxom form and disappear into your swimsuit. Oh, how he wants to taste the salt off your skin and the sweetness of your- 

“Nanamin!” A voice yelled. 

The voice shakes Kento of his growing erotic thoughts and he jumps, turning to Yuji and Gojo. The former wears a concerned look while the latter has the most devilish of grins. 

“I see you found him, Kento~,” Gojo says as he drapes an arm over Kento’s shoulder. 

“He’s a pretty little thing, ain’t he,” Gojo whispers, “lucky man, Kento, I can’t imagine how tight that pussy must be”

Before he can threaten the snow haired pervert, he’s being pushed towards a cabana. Inside, he can finally take in the Adonis that has captured him. There standing in the shade - you, his partner of years that he hasn’t seen in months. 

Of our mingled breath,

Evaporation

Of an unknown strange perfume

Your smile rivals the beauty of the harvest moon. He can’t hear anything as Gojo and the teenagers speak to you; he is still absorbed in how you look.  It has been so long, he now worries if his last memories of you two together have faded in accuracy. 

His body is on fire with how you drink him in. Umber eyes - that he swore could hold the secrets to the universe in them - rake over his body. You’re just as parched from the time apart; your thighs press together as you remember the last time. 

“Oh Kento, you look like you’re burning up!” you exclaim as you take a cold water bottle from a cooler and bring it to his face. Kento is suddenly very aware of how close you are and of the snitch that exposed his current thoughts. Cock strained against his swim trunks, he silently thanks you for the save. The smell of shea butter and frankincense fills his senses as he looks down at you. Your breasts are barely contained in your suit, and he admires the swell of your hips and thighs. He wants to sink his fingers into them, feel the warmth of your freshly sun kissed skin as he devours you.  

Yuji is about to walk over before Gojo steps in. 

“Let’s go, children! Nanamin will be in good hands,” he rambles as he pushes the students out of the cabana before sending a wink your way. 

You both let out a small laugh before hugging each other. You bury your faces in each other, just happy to be in each other’s arms. Pulling back, he holds your face in his hands, rubbing the apples of your cheeks. He can’t help the small smile that graces his features. Your brows furrow as you look up at him.

 “Kento...is everything ok?”

“I’m sorry, I just keep getting lost in your eyes. They hold the universe in them,” he mutters to himself, forgetting he isn’t just saying it in his head. Your face heats, you press your thighs together as you feel the smooth baritone of his voice strike through you. You chuckle and pull him over to lay down, placing a cold towel on his forehead. 

“I think you’re overheating, Kento” 

You pat another cold cloth on his cheeks, neck, and chest, and you both relax into a comfortable silence. 

“You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine.” 

“So you can get another eye full of me soaking wet.” 

    By nightfall, Kento had pulled together enough courage to ask you to take a walk with him. The moon is full, shining bright against the ocean and illuminating the beach just enough, framing you as you enjoy each other’s company in light of the moon and stars. Eventually you decide to try and push the limits gently. 

“Have you ever gone skinny dipping?” 

    Before he can get a word out, you strip yourself of your bathing suit, and you smile up at him before walking towards the water. 

“Come on Kento~ Play with me,” you coo as you walk about waist deep. Watching as Kento also strips of his clothing, you giggle as he gently folds them before turning to you. Your breath catches in your throat as you see him bare. With his fair skin illuminated by the moonlight, you try to calm yourself at the sight of scars and muscle. As he walks closer to you, you move back, giggling as you dive into the ocean, teasing him to catch you. This only lasts for a moment before his large, scared hands grab your waist. Pulling your back against his chest, he whispers; “I’ve got you” 

Deep baritone vibrations fill your ears, causing you to whimper softly. 

    He chuckles as he lets his hands roam your front gently. 

“May I?” he asks. You quickly nod, whining a soft “yes” as he grips your breast. He massages them gently before pinching and pulling on your nipples. He lets one hand travel down, groping your thick thighs and love handles before reaching forward to between your legs. He licks his lips as he feels your wetness.

 “Naughty boy, teasing me all day and now you’re all wet?” 

    You giggle before spreading your legs further for him, “you had every opportunity to grab~” 

    He only chuckles as he lifts you out of the water, hauling you over his shoulder as he struts out of the water. Setting you down on your feet, he unfolds his button up floral shirt before covering you with it. 

“Let’s get you to the hotel room. I don’t wish to share you with anyone, not the ocean, the moon, or their many stars,” he murmurs before kissing you gently on the lips. Your face heats up and you can’t stop the flurry of giggles that erupt from your throat. 

“You can’t say something so poetic after groping me” 

Kento smirks before kissing you again. 

    You stand in front of the mirror, freshly out of the shower and gently drying your braids with an old shirt. Kento walks up and stands behind you, kissing your shoulder as he lets his hands roam your body. He kisses under your ear.

“You bewitch me every moment I lay my eyes on you. I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbles.

You melt into his touch, whimpering as his coarse hands grasp at your soft flesh. He bends you over, kissing the back of your neck before he presses a finger to your entrance, using his thumb to rub your clit he slides two fingers in, and relishes in your soft gasps and moans and he gently begins to stretch you apart. 

    He’s hypnotized at the sight of his fingers entering you. Why should you miss out on such a sight? He moves you over to the bed, pushes your thighs back, and he dives his fingers in again. Quickly thrusting, he can’t help the growl that escapes him. His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you come undone beneath him. Hair strewn about, drool escaping plump lips as your thighs shiver and twitch. Your voice is like ambrosia, your skin like warm milk and honey. 

He is intoxicated by you and wants more. 

    He leans over you and pets your head gently as he lifts your face to his. You can’t help but cum on his fingers again, so skilled and confident as they play with your most sensitive of spaces. It’s been so long that it feels like the first time all over again. After some time, Kento reaches his limit; he stands up between your legs, cock hard and dripping precum onto your thigh. 

“May I?”  he asks as he spreads your legs more. You nod as you spread your lips apart for him. 

“Please Kento, I need you so bad,” you whimper. 

    Ever so slowly, he enters you, gritting his teeth as he feels your tight walls constrict around his cock. Your thighs shiver as he pushes inch by inch inside until his balls press against your ass. You wrap your arms and legs around him, desperate to be as close as you can as you feel him start to pull out. He kisses your neck, beginning a slow pace, grinding against you when he’s all the way.

    The room fills with a melody of moans, whimpers, and soft slapping of heavy balls. Your body shivers as orgasm after orgasm is milked from you with no remorse. His soft baritone coaxes you to let go, to embrace the abyss of pleasure that only he can send you to. 

“Such a good boy, so sweet and tight for me. I love you. I love you so much,” he repeats like a mantra. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperately trying to hold onto something, anything as he pounds you into oblivion. 

    Kento’s cock throbs as he nears his end. Pulling back, he cups your face, looking you in the eye. You try to keep your eyes open, leaning into his touch. 

“Let go with me, fall apart for me, my song, I’m right here to catch you,” he pants as his grip on your hip tightens. Your legs tighten around him as you pull him closer. Foreheads pressed together, panting and breathing in each other, your eyes roll back as you finally let go. Clenching around him tightly, you moan to the heavens, gripping his body like a vice.

    As he cums inside of you with a growl, he holds you close to him. Shaking as he feels his balls clench, he pulls back to give you air, petting your face and helping you come down. 

Between us quickly

In a naked

Room.

(Poem by Langston Hughs) 

[threekinsinatrenchcoat-writes]

"Wrong Number, Right Decision" - Twice x reader

A/N: it's a couple days late, and for that, I apologize, but here's my part for the bnharem "pen pals" collab. I also apologize for not putting a read more, but that doesn't really work on mobile, which I'm currently stuck with. it's my first collab piece as well as my first Tumblr fic, so I'm a bit nervous, but I hope you like it! ^_^

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: 18+

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Twice woke up to the sound of his phone going off. He sat up, rubbed his eyes a bit, stretched, and blinked a few times before checking what he missed. A call from Dabi (no message. seems like him), a couple texts from Toga (I'll check those in a bit), seven texts from Spinner (a few of those are probably memes), a text from Magne (she's probably saying "good morning"), and a couple texts from a number he didn't recognize (wait… what's this? openitopenitopenit). Deciding to check on the other notifications later, he opened the texts from the unknown number.

text -> Jin [received from ??? @9:57AM]: hey, (friend), guess what?

text -> Jin [received from ??? @9:58AM]: I got a new pet! aren't they adorable? :3c [attached image: your pet laying down in your lap with their eyes closed and your hand on their back. they seem relaxed and content]

He smiled at the picture, then checked the time. 10:01, so your messages seemed to be the most recent ones he received.

text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:02AM]: cute pet, but I'm not (friend). we can keep talking, though, if you want.

You felt a brief twinge of panic and embarrassment upon reading that this wasn't (friend), but whoever this was didn't seem to mind. You decided to text back.

text -> Jin [received from ??? @10:05AM]: whoops, guess I typed the number wrong. my bad! >_<

text -> Jin [received from ??? @10:06AM]: you seem alright to talk to, though. my name's (Y/N), what's yours? maybe we could be friends?

text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:08AM]: not really sure you'd wanna be friends with me

text -> Y/N [received from ??? @10:08AM]: sure, let's be friends! my name's Jin, btw

~

Through the next week, you've exchanged contact photos, learned more about each other, and may have started falling for each other a little bit, all through the words you sent on the screen. Eventually, you decided you kinda wanted to meet him, curious to see if he was for real and not just pretending.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @ 11:03PM]: hey Jin, is it okay if I ask you a question?

text -> Y/N [received from Jin @11:04PM]: sure, go ahead! what kinda question?

You set your phone down and paced for a couple minutes, lightly chewing your lip and trying to calm yourself down enough to ask. With a sigh, you sat back down, hesitating for a half second before picking up your phone again.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:07PM]: ...I'm a bit nervous about it, actually. 

Twice read and reread your last message and tried to think. 

(Y/N)'s nervous, how can I help? Wait, what is it that Mag usually tells us to do to calm down? 

He lowered his phone to think for a while longer, trying to remember.

...That's right, she usually tells us to breathe.

The screen shut off while he was thinking, so he unlocked his phone to type again.

text -> Y/N [received from Jin @11:11PM]: that's fine, just breathe. send it when you're ready.

You chuckled, feeling a wave of calm wash over you upon reading his words. It was short-lived, however, as your nerves came back the second you started typing again, so you set your phone down and took a few slow breaths, getting up for a glass of water a few minutes later. When that was finished, you took a few more slow breaths before deciding to just send it as quickly as possible, shutting the screen off soon after.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:32PM]: do you think maybe you'd like to meet up sometime? 

He blinked. You wanted to meet up? With him? ...Was that a good idea?

You peeked at your phone, a bit concerned when you saw no new messages, so you sent another one in an attempt to take some pressure off.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @11:41PM]: ...up to you. if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to meet. 's okay ^_^

Twice could only stare at the messages as he thought it over. On the one hand, you had been texting each other for a while now and meeting face to face seemed like a reasonable next step, but on the other hand, he grew to like you quite a bit with everything you shared with each other and didn't like the idea of you getting in trouble because of him. It would also be an opportunity to get to know you a bit better than what texting would allow. He thought about it for a little while longer before giving his decision.

text -> Y/N [received from Jin @12:07AM]: ...how about tomorrow around 7 pm? we could meet in Hosu and go from there 

You were starting to fall asleep when your phone went off again. When your eyes focused enough to read his message, you smiled and sent a quick reply before shutting your eyes again.

text -> Jin [received from Y/N @12:09AM]: sounds good, can't wait ^_^

~

The next evening, after you got dinner together and wandered around the city, chatting and enjoying each other's company, you decided to head back to your place and settle in to watch a movie together. Or that was the initial plan, anyway, one quickly derailed roughly twenty minutes into the movie by a kiss on your lips that Jin had meant for your cheek, after which he pulled away in surprise.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that..! I totally meant for that to happen. I meant to get your cheek, but then you turned your head and I--"

You cut him off with another kiss, one he relaxed into and returned after a couple seconds. One kiss turned into two, then three, then you started making out with him, the forgotten movie still playing in the background as he slowly slid a hand up your shirt and rested it on your shoulder blade while you unbuttoned his shirt. Once unbuttoned, he took it off and you started to cover every inch of his exposed skin with breathless kisses: his jawline, his arms, his throat… everywhere, all the way down to where his pants still sat on his hips with a large tent forming in the middle of them. Rather than make any attempt to take them off him, you decided to leave some open-mouthed kisses along his still-covered length. 

The way you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes while mouthing along his cock, panting and grinding against nothing, had him straining against his pants, twitching every so often. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair a few times as wordless praise and encouragement while he occupied his other hand with the button to his pants. 

As soon as that was taken care of, however, you pushed his hand away and took over, eyes widening slightly when you freed his cock the rest of the way. You wrapped your hand around his length and gave it a few slow pumps, looking up at him and giving it a slow lick before taking half of it in your mouth with a quiet, pleased hum, causing his breath to hitch and be let out in a low groan at the sight.

"No fair! You still have all your clothes on! You look sooo hot right now~" he panted out, tangling a hand in your hair as you bobbed your head along his length. You pulled off of him with a faint pop so you could speak.

"I could take my clothes off," you started, pausing to give a teasing lick to the head of his cock, "but that would mean I'd have to stop touching you for a bit." You briefly took your hands off of him to demonstrate, him whining slightly at the loss of contact. 

"Please, don't stop," he begged as he gently pushed your head down, moaning as he watched you take as much of his length as you could manage into your mouth. He started panting as you hummed around him, pulling back and swirling your tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock as he grew closer to his release. "(Y/N), I'm so close~" he panted, tightening his grip on your hair slightly. You hummed in response and hollowed your cheeks before taking more of him in your mouth, this time trying to fit his whole length as he tipped over the edge, spilling thick ropes of cum down your throat as you swallowed around him.

[greasergirls]

Football Quarterback | Darrel Curtis

A/N: Collab with @littlewolfdiaries! Happy to put this long gem out there.

Pairing: Highschool Darry x Reader

Warning(s): SMUT, so much sin

Summary: Reader and Darry have an arrangement, one that’s very fulfilling, but it comes to a startling end when his parents unexpectedly die.

Part 2 Preview: Reader reconnects with Darry years later, and they realize just how they’ve changed and miss each other.

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Part 1

October 12, 1962.

He approaches your desk as you fidget with the plastic spiral of your notebook, pencil resting against your bottom lip. Football jerseys have a way about making their possessors look godly, or so you’ve noticed.

As if by magic, your attention is averted from the dusty chalkboard and its written page number. You have no idea, and you won’t have any idea, what the significance of the War of Camden is. A true, blatant tragedy.

Only, now he’s not walking towards you. He’s walking past you to get to his friend three seats behind you.

Desperation: an eleven-letter long word you completely and entirely embody as you take out a loose leaf sheet of paper.

He’s discussing his strategy for that big game tonight with his thick voice. Your pencil flies across the paper in haste.

No, it’s not a love letter. If it was it would have a quirkier title like, ‘Dear Darrel Curtis, Fire of My Loins’ instead of a pathetic call for help to your best friend. You think she’s your best friend, anyway.

He’s talking to you when he asks if you’re going to the game tonight. You are, you reply, cautiously flipping over the thousand word grand manifesto of your teenage hormones.

“You know, I always thought you were a—”

“— Junior, I know.”

“Huh,” he remarks, contemplative as usual. Darry’s undoubtedly Paul Newman, but you can’t deny the way he pulls off Brando. “You’re only a baby, aren’t you?”

October 21, 1962.

His hair doesn’t ruffle like yours does as he slides off your top. You run your hands down him. The muscles aren’t taut, but they’re defined and hard.

Darry’s kissing you hard as you undo his pants. His tongue kneads yours, searching and exploring your mouth. For whatever reason, you don’t think he’d ever remove his jeans himself.

Must be a pride thing, you decide. He’s a good guy underneath the limelight layers.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He questions as your warm panties slip past your ankles.

You’re trying to convince yourself that there is a micro-shred of modesty left within you so you leave your soft pink skirt on.

It pools around you as you climb onto the boy’s lap. He leaves your thin shirt on, groping underneath for the clasp to your bra. He finds it.

His jaw is clean-shaven. You’ve never really seen him without it all like that. Blue-eyed puppy.

A big good puppy, though, you note as a hand grabs hard at your breast. Involuntarily, you moan and turn the dark hue of a ripe strawberry. It’s okay, he assures you, I wanna hear you.

Darry rubs the fabric of your plain blouse against your nipple using only his large thumb. You flinch, unused to the sensation. It’s better with the top on.

When his thumb skims over the peak of both, you can’t control yourself any longer. You’d much rather just get things going.

“Are you hard?” You ask. The question itself is not vulgar, but you experience an inexplicable rush of a welcomed wave of confidence.

“Almost,” he answers before running both hands through his hair. He’s lying.

You take advantage of the opportunity presented and scoot into his chest. Your lips find his neck as you press yourself into him, grinding and rolling your hips.

Darry groans deep within his throat. It’s so odd; you can feel his large member against you through his underwear, erect and throbbing. It’s hot and just barely dips past your wet lips as you hungrily hump his hips.

His jaw is clenched tight. He demands that you grab him, temporarily losing himself in his saturated sensations.

Your hands pulls back the waistband of the white undergarment, reaching for his thick cock. Rolling a light finger over his head you spread his pre-cum and find the lubrication perfect for petting his bulging veins.

Your fingers slowly glide over them. They look angry, his dick so big and eager. Imagining the tip of your tongue tracing his veins makes you throb.

“Fuck,” Darry lets out as you tighten your grip on him, finally guiding his length to your wet pussy.

The tip slips in and you both loudly moan in surprise. However, you have trouble getting more of him in.

“You’re so tight,” he says. His eyes screw shut for a few seconds and his hands find your hipbones.

Darry pulls you down onto him without warning. Bruises begin to form as you cry out. He fills you up with a sickly sweet combination of pain and pleasure.

You pull yourself up in anticipation of slamming back down on his hips. His length appears from inside you, slick. Everything feels raw. Girth and length morph together to create his veiny member, the definition of perfection.

He lets you take one more ride before pulling out and pushing you flat onto your back. Darry spreads open your legs, still in your pretty skirt, and snickers at the excitement that overtakes your features when he haphazardly slaps his cock against your clit, accidentally sliding into your folds every-so-often.

His first thrust isn’t bad. He manipulates your leg to a strange degree with the promise it’ll feel better. It does, you can feel his cock hitting against your wall and it sends you into a song of cries and whimpers.

His blue eyes slam shut as he lets out a string of moans and groans, twitching as he pulls his length out of your tight little pussy.

Darry halts his rhythm with a growled warning, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Where?” He didn’t wear anything.

He reaches for a small towel before you stop him. “Cum on me,” you order.

You don’t have ask more than once. Darry lifts your shirt up to your collarbones with speed, cumming all over your stomach and boobs.

Your own high follows suit, as does your inquiry of the taste of Darry’s cum. His finger collects the warm liquid off the swell of your tits, popping it into your mouth.

His eyes flutter closed as your tongue circles his wide digit in a variety of techniques, grabbing his hand to add more. You suck his fingers like you wish you could his dick, hard and unrelenting.

Darry hums and asks when you want to meet next.

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His parents aren’t home Saturday night. They took his siblings. Darry’s home alone and he calls you, knowing you’ll come.

You sit down on his couch. You’re stiff and uncomfortable, legs crossed too tight with a straight spine.

He holds out a hand, helping you stand. “You like things rough, don’t you?”

Without responding, you simply blush.

“Suck my dick.”

He pushes you at your shoulders back onto the couch where you topple down, his hips eye-level.

Darry feels so out of character, but satisfied with his effects on you. He can’t wait to tell his friends about this.

You palm at his jeans, feeling for an erection. “I’m not starting you off,” you say, hoping for leverage.

“Come on,” he begs.

You manage to push him onto the couch next to you and get up. He smirks, assuming you’ll drop to your knees in front of him.

Instead you drop yourself onto one of his thighs. The friction against your pussy is a welcome feeling. He groans, but you can see the tent forming in his pants so you keep going.

“Alright,” he says thickly. “You promised.”

Smiling, you make yourself comfortable kneeling on the floor and force his jeans down.

“You better do it good.” Darry says, suddenly playful. “If you want to get fucked, anyways.”

“You’ll see,” you lick your lips. You’re committed to this and he can see it. You figure Darry’s dick is good to practice on— big enough and thick. You want the reassurance and security of knowing you give good head.

You lick his tip multiple times like a lollipop, running your tongue flat and hard against his sensitive slit. Next, you make a show of licking the length of his cock.

A hand shoots out to cup his balls which you rub gently as you fit as much of Darry’s length into your mouth as you can. You suck at it, cheeks hollowing.

You take him out and spread the wetness with your hand, pumping him and running your thumb along his head a few times. His hips buck towards you.

You put his dick back in your mouth again, bobbing up and down. Your hand manages the rest. Teasingly, your fingers hardly meet as you stroke him.

He cums so quickly after you leave open-mouthed kisses on his balls, you’re disappointed.

You hold him as he twitches, cumming all over the bottom of his shirt.

“That was so good,” he breathes after a string of curses. He removes his stained shirt. “Holy fuck.”

You smirk, he’s such a teenage boy. Always acting experienced, dominant. The popular football captain; millions of girls crushing over him, but he’s a good boy (yet supposedly lost his virginity at 15 and has been at it ever since).

“We should do this forever,” Darry says, dreamily, recovering from his high.

You never expect his parents to die so suddenly. You never expect his boyish innocence, his naivety to completely fade away.

[artnerd1123]

A Snake In The Castle

A Not My Fight RP with @doodles23 and @killerraptors ---------------------------------------- This is backstory for how Naga lost her arm.

WARNING! There is some blood n gore in this one near the end and during a fight scene. Though that can’t be helped, as it is how a character got their arm ripped off.

The chapters list for the whole story can be found here --------------------------------------

All 3 of us decided to rp this out, so here’s a bit of a collab story!

Arty: Rain was pounding on the walls of the castle. The sky was dark, though lightning lit up the spires every so often, thunder booming seconds later. Many would have hated a day like this. The storm effectively trapped most monsters inside their homes. But there was one who enjoyed days like this...

Squall stood on a balcony outside his rooms, head tilted back and eyes closed as the rain ran down his scales. Rain. One of his few pleasures in the world. One of the few things that would cause him to push plans back to appreciate the downpour. It was days like this that Nthenda was, for once, a peaceful kingdom. His tail twitched. Someone was waiting for him inside. He huffed, then turned around to see Vordur in the doorway. "What is it?" he growled out.

Doodles: Everything seemed still from squall’s view of the world, but little did he know that down in the shadows, an assassin was slithering silently through the storm. She muttered silently to herself, not believing her luck that a storm had started.  She flinched at every lightning flash, worried that each one would expose her. Usually she loved the feeling of water running down her scales, but not today. The only thing she was grateful for was the added darkness of the cloud cover.

Killer: Lightning. So much power drawn out of each spark. The light flashed it's blinding color, showing itself off for the world to see. The day had been long and always a bore. The halls were silent, besides the consistent roar of the storm edging its way overhead. Very few had passed Vordur in the long darkened paths, his back kinked straight and a long spear grasped in his hand. With clicks of his clawed toe, he had made his way down to Prince Squall's room, only to find him admiring the rainfall down onto his skin and clothing. Such a scene would tell another to not become bothersome for the Prince, and therefore Vordur stood silently waiting for his master to approach him. Once the Prince turned tail to the dark air of the world outside and spoke directly to his guard, Vordur spoke, "My Prince sorry to... disturb you." He paused and slouched over for a second before straightening back out, "three of our elite guards have gone missing, and a few of the others came to me for the matter. Would you like to let the matter simply pass or a search to be issued out?" He asked in his raspy voice.

Arty: Squall tilted his head. "Three are missing...? Hmmh... that's a bit of a strange number..." He mused aloud, "where were they stationed? Do we know if there are any intruders to the castle?" He came inside, standing by the fireplace in his room. He fanned his wings out to dry as he waited for an answer. It was quite possible that there was a spy or assassin in the castle. Glacia hadn't sent any in awhile, but he knew better than to hope for the best. It was different if one or two guards went missing. Even his elites ran off sometimes. But three...? A roll of thunder rang out from outside the still-open balcony doors. He snapped his fingers, his eyes momentarily flashing red, and it shut with a soft click.

Doodles: Naga saw squall turn around and took the opportunity to go. She slithered quickly through the shadows to the castle, staying out of sight. She looked around and decided that she could not use the front doors. She shivered. All this cold rain was NOT helping her think. She pressed a button on her sleeve and her clothes start to silently heat themselves. She sighed quietly as the heat seeped back into her scales. She looked around again and spotted a window that had swung open from the wind. 'bingo' she thought to herself.

Killer: Vordur kept his mouth shut while the Prince was speaking, it would have been utterly rude to interrupt him. Once his words faded out, it was his cue to speak once more, "All three of them were stationed in the Keep sir. The missing reports happened all around the same time, but there is no evidence as of now of something that would have taken or killed the few. I can send a message out to the search party, to check the corners and edges of the castle?" He asked and before Squall could give an answer or comment suddenly another guard popped into the entrance of the doorway. The guard shouldn't have been there, only if it were urgent. If it wasn't he would have Squall to deal with or even Vordur. The guard looked as if he had been running, his chest heaving. "Yes?" Vordur politely bowed to Prince before turning to the guard and stated. "Sir there is a fight breaking out in your sector." The guard was speaking to Vordur by using the term 'Sir', Prince would have been used if directed toward Squall. Vordur grumbled slightly before asking for permission from Prince Squall, "May I please be dismissed my Prince?"

Arty: A soft growl slipped out from between Squall's jaws. It seemed his initial thought had been correct. "You are dismissed, but be sure to send guards to go search the castle," he ordered before turning to the other guard. "Go and tell those guarding the entrances to close the gates. I don't want anyone going in or out of here," he snarled. Whipping around, he strode over to his desk. He grabbed a sphere made of yellow crystal and set it down in front of him, tapping it a few times. A fog billowed up inside of the sphere. After a moment or two, it cleared, revealing a misty form. He tilted his head. "A snake..." he muttered, "just as I suspected..."

Doodles: Naga continued sneaking around the castle. Whenever she heard anyone coming, she would expertly hide within the shadows or under a table. She looked around, searching for her target. Her tongue flicked in concentration. She pulled a picture out of her pocket and looked over the figure again. It was a dark colored raptor with pink, green, and blue feathers. She glanced around her area again, wondering how someone with bright colored feathers could be so hard to find.

Killer: Vordur tilted his head toward Squall before turning his attention on the guard. The two hissed back and forth to one another, Vordur's stance was obviously annoyed with the creature. His clawed hand wrapped around the guard's arm and dragged him out with him, "How dare you interrupt me when I'm with the Prince. And for what? A fight!" His voice raised and he barked out at the guard, "You could have handled it yourselves..." As he walked down the hall his voice faded and trailed off out of hearing distance for Squall. Once he got to the sector and took his spear and slammed it onto the ground, lightning pulsed its way around the room and struck the three guards fighting. They all screeched in pain and stopped nagging and tearing at each other. It wouldn't damage them, just get their attention majorly. "That's enough!" Vordur growled out and the room went quiet. A few burn marks appeared where the excess lightning had landed, the sounds had echoed down the halls and added to the storm outside the walls.

Arty: Squall ran a claw across the sphere's surface, and the misty image became clearer. It seemed that there was a spitting cobra in the castle. He watched as it pulled a small square of parchment out from its bag. 'Hmmh. Must be it's target.' A few more taps allowed him to get a good look at the picture. He let out a snarl as he recognized the face. It was Vördur. They were trying to kill off his head of the guard. Shaking himself to get rid of any excess water from the rain, he swept out of his rooms. It would be better to find and kill the assassin himself than have an unsuspecting vördur chance upon them. He felt a presence shift in the back of his mind, and soon a soft red glow came from his eyes. A grin slowly spread across his face. He knew that if the pcoumo got involved without him asking, it was bound to be a fun chase. Fun for him, that is. Not so much for the snake.

Doodles: Naga heard the noise. She looked in the direction of the sounds and flashing lights. She rolled her eyes, wondering how she could've forgotten his magic. Lightning... He must be stronger with the storm raging outside... Nonetheless, she slithered out from her spot towards the room Vördur was in.

Killer: The room quickly cleared out, the other guards heading back to their more private rooms so they wouldn't get in any more trouble with the sector's head guard. Vordur stood there his spear in hand, all alone... or so he thought. The storm continued to crack and thunder outside, the rain getting caught by the gusts of wind which tattered it against the walls of the castle. Vordur perked up his head and looked around, something didn't feel right. His tail shifted to the side, and his claws flinched, someone was still here. But... all the guards had left, he wondered.  His feathers atop his head ruffled and a small spark emitted from his weapon, which for a second lit the room up before it went dark again. He let out another spark as he looked around, nothing yet in sight.

Arty: Squall trotted down the halls silently. He could thank the pcoumo for muffling the noises of his footsteps. The sounds of thunder echoing off the spires outside distracted him momentarily as he paused to listen. For a moment, he wished he could just go out in the rain. But the thought suddenly disappeared out of his mind. He shook his head and continued on. By the time he arrived outside of Vördur's sector, he could see sparks flashing from under the door. He huffed. Mild disappointment resonated from the back of his mind. It seemed he'd have to sit this one out. Nevertheless, he cracked the door to watch the show.

Doodles: Naga’s lips curled up into a small smile and she bared her fangs. With a small hiss, she spat her venom from in the shadows at Vördur. She then pulled out what looked like a handle with some buttons on it, and held it at the ready.

Killer: Vordur tilted his head to the side, hearing and catching the small hiss coming from behind him. He turned and back peddled his feet. The venom splattered onto the floor and sizzled a bit before dying down. He blinked a few times and brought his head up and growled out, baring his row of sharp teeth. He slouched over and bent his legs more backing up. His spear was gripped tighter in his claw and he spat out, "So... they sent an assassin to kill me." He narrowed his eyes, "Cute." He swished his tail back and forth. The next spark created a blinding light that revealed Naga, and cast odd shadows on the wall. His yellow eyes were locked on her figure, and he lowered his feathers a bit.

Doodles: Naga let out an angry hiss. The floor had been marked with a pattern of ovals, unique to only naga. She pressed a button on her stick and a large blade swung out with a 'shink'. She darted forward, swinging her blade at him, knowing she couldn’t hide if he knew that she was there.

Killer: Vordur jerked to the side and raised his spear up, catching the blade in the middle of the long handle. He bared his teeth once more and pushed her back, a streak of quick moving lightning stretching out and grazed her side, leaving a very faint burn mark. With his weapon he was stronger, something some people didn't realize, but most were able to figure it out soon enough. Their weapons clashed back and forth, soon the tip of Naga's blade dug into his lower half of his chest and ripped a tear in the clothing, drawing blood to the surface. He rebounded her hit and stabbed the end of the spear into her tail, which electrocuted her for a few seconds before he ripped it out and backed off to regain his sight of her.

Doodles: When she had been burnt in the side she gritted her teeth, but she recovered quickly. She realized that she needed to get that spear away from him. She attempted to, causing a slash across his lower chest in the process. As she tries to disarm him, he gained that opportunity to stab her tail. She was unable to remain silent with the hit and cried out some as the electricity coursed through her. When it stopped she backed away some to recover. She shook her head and lunged at him.

Killer: Vordur went at her head on as she made the choice to dive back into the fight. He felt the blood oozing out of the gash in his chest, the grayish tone of his skin and brown cloth clothing becoming stained with crimson red blood. He snarled as he swung his spear around, trying to catch her on the side of the head, but only for her to judge the movement and duck under the sharpened metal. Vordur felt a burning sensation as Naga spat her venom once again and he jeered backward, and Naga's blade went through the flesh above his hip. He railed out and was pushed to the ground, his spear sliding away from him. His toe claw clicked on the ground, and he raised it kicking her in the stomach to get her away from him, the claw had dug in a bit. He laid there on the floor, clenching his teeth.

Doodles: "-oof!" She was kicked away from Vördur and his spear. One hand was on her stomach, and the other held her weapon. She aimed it at the spear and pressed another button. Out of the end, a magnet attached to a single shot and grabbed the metal end of the spear. She tossed the spear up, embedding it in the ceiling, out of reach. She looked back at vördur, the blade of the weapon back out.

Killer: Vordur hissed and shuffled himself backward on the ground away from the assassin. He glanced around and noticed one of the guards had left a weapon out, not being brought with them or put away. He growled and shot up, booking it toward the weapon, his leg giving out a few times from him being impaled. He heard another hiss coming from the snake and he jumped his claws and toe claw gripping onto the side of the wall, which made the venom miss, and he rebounded off and curled onto the ground. His claw picked up the weapon as he rolled back into a stance. He lashed his tail back and forth again and created another flash to see Naga's figure once more.

Doodles: Naga saw that and cursed because he had a weapon once again. Though she had an advantage. Only the end if her tail was hurt and she could still move with ease. She bared her fangs and attempted once again to hit him with venom as she moved to attempt to slash again.

Killer: The new weapon Vordur picked up was a long-handled ax. It was heavier than a spear and more top heavy, but the had trained with many different weapons before, and he would have no problem wielding it. By now Vordur was getting used to the pattern the snake would use her venom. It may have been a pain to quickly move out of the way, but he ignored the pulse shuttering throughout his leg. He gripped his claws onto the floor, his toe-tapping, getting ready to run. With a clap of thunder from the outside show, he started forward, growling out. The storm raged on, creating shadows and shaking the walls. Vordur yelled out, forcing his leg not to collapse in on itself, and grabbed the end of Naga's blade as she went to swing at him. His flesh dug into the blade, at his hand moved down the middle of the sharp metal, blood washing over the surface in streaks. Her weapon was moved to the side with this choice, and he brought up momentum through the ax and landed it down on her right arm, with cracks and shattering bone, the ax pushed past her arm and fully through. He looked her in the eyes, pulling his damaged hand out from her blade and stepped back, his leg giving out finally. He fell to the ground and watched as the assassin's arm did the same.

Doodles: Her eyes went wide as the axe landed on her arm and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her scream only became audible when the axe left her arm. She screamed. Loud.  She stumbled back and her left hand flies to what's left of her arm, below her shoulder. She shook badly. Crimson blood gushed out of her wound. She knew that she had to get out of there. Or else she wouldn't leave at all. The room suddenly went black, including the hallway and she moved as fast as she could out of there. She hid. She pulled out bandages and attempted to patch up her arm but shook too much to do much, plus her dominant arm was gone. Tears streamed down her face from the pain.

Arty: Squall watched the two fight. He was silent, not wishing for them to notice him observing the two, but was ready to step in. He nearly did when the snake gained a bit of an upper hand. The fight may have been entertaining, but there was no way he'd let it kill his head of the guard. The snake's screams echoed off the inside of the room and into the hallways. The presence in the back of his mind trilled with glee. Different noises, especially the sounds monsters made, always seemed to excite the pcoumo. When the room suddenly went dark, he rushed in, pulling the darkness away in waves. The snake appeared to have darkness magic. 'Like smoke bombs', he thought grimly. "Vördur," he called, snapping his fingers, "get yourself to the infirmary. I'll make sure this snake leaves here, be it from the castle or from this earthly plane." And with that, he rushed past him and out of the room, following the trail of blood the snake left behind. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent. It was fresh, as it should be, and invigorated him. He tugged on the shadows around him. They came around him easily. The more cover he had, the better. Lightning lit the corridor ahead of him, revealing a slithering shape headed toward the castle wall.

Doodles: After she attempted to patch herself up, she made her way out of the castle. She HAD to get back home. She had to. Without taking her left hand off her new stub, she made her way slowly out. Blood had seeped into the bandage within seconds of being put on. She became dizzy from blood loss but she kept going, and she hardly noticed the cold of the storm as she slithered outside.

((And this is where we ended. Long story short, Naga got away and slithered her way to Skipper’s shop. He had her go to a healer first, but then took measurements and made her a new arm outta enchanted metal.))

[elenariseventide]

[Collab between @areussunrael and myself! Lead in story thanks to @k-sunrael!]

The familiarity of Quel’Danas assisted him. His birthplace wasn’t one he was unfamiliar with over the decades, or even centuries. Ward after ward, rune after rune, even out in the gardens, the Eventide estate was protected more heavily than he anticipated. He slithered about using the darkness as his ally, avoiding guards one after the other. On top of guile was magic that assisted him. A slight mental suggestion incepted into the minds of his targets helped him avoid those that might cross his path. A premature visit to the bathroom, a decision to patrol down the right instead of the left, small choices here and there that averted interception of his presence helped him land his feet on the outside ledges of the highest tower in the eastern wing.

Luckily for him, the Lady enjoyed a cool breeze coming in from the seaside. He casually walked in the window and didn’t attempt to hide his presence. If he knew she was in there, she knew that he was outside and chose not to act. “Lady Eventide…” he offered in greeting as he sauntered about, a slight limp in his step.

He sniffed at the air behind his mask, a familiar smell of smoke and alcohol wafted about the room. “Is that… a hint of bloodthistle paired with a bit of red wine? Very refined if I say so myself.” Areus commented.

The Matriarch would be found in a rather lounged manner, her feet propped up comfortably and each hand held just as he suggested due to the scent in the air. Her gaze slowly lifted to meet the man’s, head tilting not quite out of curiousity but moreso in approval. The wine stained lips curled into a soft grin as she nodded to a vacant chair to her right, adjacent to the table that held the remainder of the wine and an empty glass.

“Areus.” She stated simply, returning her vintage once more to enjoy the taste. “Refined, indeed. Care to join me? I assume you might be here for a bit, seeing as you took such detail in making it to my chambers in the manner of which you did instead of simply asking for me.”

“I do relish a challenge,” he responded with a hidden smile, “However, I relish an opportunity for drink and conversation with an old friend even more.” The man shifted into the empty seat, pouring a glass for himself next to her. “Remind me to bring you something from my own reserve next time we meet. I suppose I was remiss in planning because I was so motivated to see you.” he responded, removing his own pipe and lighting it with the flash of his fingertips: a simple trick for a spellflinger. He tilted his mask down just enough to situate and puff from his elegant pipe, “For what little it means, I did miss your company, Elenaris. It’s been some time, hasn’t it?”

She retained her gaze toward him for the time it took for the masked figure to find his seat and pour his glass. A simple breath filled her lungs, the rise of her chest preluding to the slow release while her attentions turned once more toward the horizon just on the other side of the balcony. “Ah, Areus, you are quite the charmer, hm?”

A single inhale came as her lips cupped the small pipe between them, the trail of smoke soon following. Lids lowered as she relished in the often frowned upon vice, placing it at her side as she no longer needed it. “It has not been that long, though I suppose if you miss someone’s company then you miss it despite the time.” As the words flowed, she found herself looking over to him yet again. “And yet, I feel as though there might be something you want as a more likely outcome.”

He sighed lightly, taking another puff from his pipe. He reached over to the wine to give a light sip. “You certainly do have taste. I prefer the more bitter stuff though.” he commented. His eyes found hers and and an appropriate reply. He placed the glass back down before he opened his left hand, attempting to hide the wince he held due to the pain at his side. An orb formed within his palm consisting of shadow energies swirling with no end. The energies found form and converted into a raven that flapped its wings. “I understand that you’re delving more into the darker side of our talents. Embracing the shadow. I wouldn’t dare presume my experience is more well-versed than yours into the darkness because each of our journeys are distinct and unique. However… I would caution you as you step closer to the void. That is the purpose of my visit and my desired outcome.” he continued, “The line between sanity and justice become a little more convoluted with each step we take toward that darkness. You are a paragon of Light, as is my brother, his wife, and to an extent their daughter- your apprentice. But… both you and her dance about a dangerous line that’s very easy to cross. She errs on the side of caution. I feel… the draw of power is more prominent in you. You were never one to allow others to decide your fate or strength, where I think Kaevia takes after you and draws hers as well. But…” his voice took a darker tone,  “She is more cautious in delving to the darkness. However, conversely, this would be an appropriate source for you to bolster your own strength… at a price.”

The dim glow of her green hues held over him as he spoke, ever growing interest with each word. With yet another sip of the wine, she found herself chuckling lowly as a simple gesture came in the form of denial. “Oh, Areus, I suppose this is coming from a place of concern?” Her tone was low, dripping with the tinge of sarcasm as she inquired of her friend.

“The public may view me as a beacon of Light, a shining star among the night sky, or even a guiding hand through a bitter and dark path… but that is not what I am and you should be far more aware of that than most. The Light left me years ago, and I in return shunned it from ever having any power over me by any means.” The woman leaned toward him, her weight resting upon her arm that rested against the chair. She reached her own hand outward, after having set aside her glass, swirling it through the gathered shadow energy that levitated above Areus’ palm. “However I am curious, what makes you so sure that I seek to delve further into the void?”

He sighed, “Because, the void calls to you. It calls to those who seek it and embraces them. In the same manner as those paladins and priests who seek to worship the Light find the Light… the Darkness finds those who want it. I know you tread a different path, I was just afraid you’d dive down into it further than most and drown into it. Especially with the draw it has to you. I’ve taken an item that rightfully belong to those who serve my niece, but I felt its hunger. And I felt its desire to connect with you. Nothing good can come from this, but it isn’t my place to obstruct it.” he muttered out as the shadow raven in his hand collapsed, the dark energies spinning yet again to form a simple stone. “Whoever contracted my niece drew her to danger by doing so, I couldn’t let her take possession of it lest I risk it corrupting her. Yet here I am, drawn to its object of obsession and asking you to turn a blind eye, and not accept the voices that escape from it.” The diamond shaped relic spun and shined a purple hue along the runic incantations carved onto the small stone.

Just as quickly as the shadows faded, her eyes fell to the familiar item. The twitch of her lips upward in a smirk came almost unknowingly to her conscious mind, her features slowly turning into something darker. “I told Whitstan not to give it to her, at the very least it fell into better equipped hands.” A silent moment came over the two as she spent the time to take in every little minor detail of the item. “And if I were to agree to your...pleas of concern for my, what would you call it, well being?” The movement of her head to offer her yet another gaze over Areus came in a bit of a jolt. “What would you do to it?”

“Lock it away.” he responded, “It’s too precious and near to the void to destroy. It might be what makes or breaks our war against the Legion, or even further enemies away in more distant stars. I can’t risk it getting into the wrong hands. But… yours, might be the right ones. However I’m sure you sense my hesitance. If it corrupts you, there’s a lot that I imagine I’d be responsible for… for instance…” he paused to take the glass into his hand once more, downing it all in one go. “If you’d lose yourself to the darkness and harm others, their blood would be on my hands. And if ever you became a threat to my niece, no matter how good of friends we may have been all these years… I would have no choice but to silence you, permanently.” he shook his head, “That’s not something I wish for, nor something I wish to be the man responsible for initiating. I don’t mean this as a threat. Please, consider your options before you act in this. That’s all I ask. That’s all I’m here for. The darkness calls for all three of us, even little Kaevia. I just don’t want it to consume you.”

She held her hand just inches away from the relic, her gaze falling once more to it. “Your concern is properly placed, understandable and welcomed even...I suppose, however I feel this is exactly where my path has been leading me for quite some time. As for your plans to remove me from any equation that might bring harm to Kaevia, trust me when I say that I expect you to do so, even go so far as ask for your word to be promised upon in such regard should I fall so far that such a time would come. I leave it to your hands alone, Areus.” Her words were abrupt and harsh as her hand turned to offer her palm upward to him in request. “If curiosities await you, I will be sure to offer what I might find from accepting this into my possessions.”  

A slight dip in his head came from him. Not quite a nod, but rather a resignation. She had entrusted him with something he had hoped to avoid by warning her. Yet at the same time he had asked for this very responsibility by mentioning it. “I would appreciate any insight you might garner… and… I do offer my word for that I would keep that promise. I pray that the day I need to execute that promise never comes to pass.” he responds as he lightly raises his hand with the floating stone in hand to pass off to her gesturing palm.

Feeling the stone fall into her hand, it carried the weight further than what a simple pendant would, though of course it was obvious to the two of them that it was not such a thing. She retracted her hand, bringing it closer to her person before slowly curling her fingers around it. “And as do I, dear friend and I will surely do my best to veer away from that fate for us all.”  With that, she found it in herself to take the chain in hand that held the stone itself and placed it around her neck. “Oh, and of course, should I come across anything...interesting, you will be the first to learn of it.” She added, taking her glass of wine back up and sipping yet again.

He offered a gentle nod as he poured another rather expensive glass from the elegant pitcher. “Well, let’s pray for the best and prepare for the worst. In the meantime, I hope you don’t mind me finishing your costly wine.” he replied, a playful wink offered her way as he took another puff from his pipe. The friendly banter and joking would have to be carried on as long as it could, for this could be the very last moment he held an amicable conversation with the Lady. He was overwhelmed with concern, yet, he held hope. A hope he would pray wouldn’t betray him. Nevertheless, he was prepared to uphold his promise. He tipped the glass toward Elenaris, “Cheers.”

[impishnature]

The Light Keeper (Part 11)

AO3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Rating: T

Summary: A beast lurks in the waters. Stan loses Ford to the waves, the lighthouse his only point of contact and hope of ever getting him back. …He used to love the sea, now it’s taken everything from him.

Lighthouse Keeper AU.

Series of One-shots.

AN: Commission and story collab with @garrulousgibberish​ based on their Lighthouse Keeper AU (link above) I am back! Hopefully with quite a few chapters over the next few days ♥

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Part 11: Forces of Nature

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Stan hummed softly as he worked on a new exhibit in the kitchen, his fingers tapping as his mind wandered happily. There was a peaceful lull to the air, the quiet serene hush of early morning that left him wanting to fill the silence with some hustle and bustle to keep him occupied.

He coughed sharply, dragging himself out of the tranquil moment, eyes gazing around the room shiftily as his hands stopped entirely. He warily waited for the snap of a camera or a small excited chuckle to show he had been caught out even when nothing caught his eye to suggest the kids had found him.

It had been a few days since Ford had returned, and Stan was finding it increasingly more difficult to keep up the gruff façade that had been present for years.

Especially when he thought no one else was around to comment on it.

He added another lick of glue to his creation when he was sure that he was alone, shaking his head fondly as he glanced at the clock again. The kids had imposed a non-negotiable holiday on him that broached no arguments, no matter how many times he repeated that he was perfectly fine. They said he needed rest and relaxation, and really, with Ford back and talking to him again, he couldn’t actually complain about that anyway.

Plus the bruises were really beginning to bloom from his fight with Mother Nature, each one accompanied by aches and pains that were stopping him in his tracks even if he refused to admit it.

So perhaps rest and relaxation were exactly what he needed.

…Again, not that he’d ever admit that the kids were right in that regard.

Despite all the teasing bickering he had with the kids over the matter of actually resting, the crux that he refused to explain was that he still wasn’t used to it. There was suddenly all this spare time he had floating around, especially when everyone else was asleep and he was left to his own devices. He was finding it a struggle to sleep, as per usual. He’d almost hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but after, in his opinion, oversleeping the first night or so, sleep seemed to be even harder to come by. The exhausting events and the even more tiring conversations had knocked him out before he could even debate it and now his body seemed hell bent on punishing him for giving in by denying sleep at every available opportunity.

Which was how he now found himself here. Hours before anyone else would be up, sitting at the kitchen table creating a display for when the kids agreed he could go back to work.

Just a few hours every morning, nothing too big that might make the kids worry he’d been up all night and nothing too small to bore him entirely or let his mind wander places it shouldn’t when sleep was being particularly difficult.

He gave a sigh, shaking his head as he took in the paper mache monstrosity, wondering just how far he would have gotten with it, if he’d given up on trying to sleep like he’d wanted to earlier that night instead of trying his best to rest.

“The things I do for those kids.” The exasperated fondness seeped through every word and he was once again poignantly aware of just how far his voice travelled in the quiet and infinitely glad that no one was around to hear him.

Not that he minded making sure the kids weren’t concerned about him. A soft smile twitched across his face as the sun rose higher in the sky and left a trail of light flecks along his work. The light highlighted the features of it he was quite proud of, making him nod approvingly at the night’s accomplishment, even as his thoughts went to his niblings and their perturbing attitude to the entire series of events.

No, he didn’t want to worry them, he’d do anything to make sure they weren’t fretting about him. After all, they had other things to concern themselves with.

Ford was the priority. He was the one that they should all be looking after.

And yet not one of them seemed to agree with him on that point.

All three of them seemed to be convinced that he needed to be looked after just as much as Ford, a concept he really couldn’t seem to get his head around. Why couldn’t they all see that Ford was the one that needed all the attention?

Before he could get back to his work, his mind was forced away from his musings by an abrupt clatter. The pitter patter of fast footfalls clambering down the old wooden stairs alerted him to the fact that someone else in the house was finally ready to face the day with him.

He grinned brightly, pushing his creation away as he stood up from the table. He groaned as his back twinged painfully at the abrupt motion. There was a small flair of panic as he debated whether or not he’d get told off for being up in general, and if he should therefore pretend he hadn’t been up for long but one glance at his work over the morning put that option far out of his head. He’d made quite a bit of headway in his latest project and he was sure that Mabel would notice that, whatever excuse he gave.

Better not to make it any worse by trying to lie to her, she would not take kindly to it.

Before he could come up with how to deal with the fallout though, a small bundle of brightly coloured fabrics appeared and disappeared passed the kitchen doorway, so quickly that if he had blinked he might have missed it. “What the-” He shuffled forwards, eyebrow raised as he peeked out of the room, watching Mabel fly past in a glittery puff of smoke as she grabbed something from the living room and darted back past him without even noticing him.

He blinked warily as the footsteps sped back up the stairs again, before making the decision to follow her, a sneaking suspicion sinking in that he knew exactly where she had headed.

Sure enough the sparkling trail she left behind, led straight to his brother’s bedroom door.

He gave another sigh, shaking his head as he walked forward to perch at the doorway. It was becoming routine to stand and watch the kids sit with his brother. Only the night before he was sure he’d told the kids they needed to go get some sleep themselves and yet found Dipper an hour later still sitting beside his brother. Both of them still wide awake as he asked questions about the creatures Ford had seen around the bay, scribbling away in his journal as he was regaled with story after story.

It didn’t seem to matter how many times he went through things- how Ford needed to rest, how they should try and take things slow- the kids and Ford just would not listen to him. It was like they were conspiring against him. All three of them adamant that everything was fine, even though Ford still hadn’t managed to get out of bed yet and was still exhausted by the smallest of activities.

“Hmm, I think I made it a bit big.” Mabel’s small disappointed voice cut through Stan’s thoughts just as he got to the entrance. He had to stifle a laugh, biting at his knuckle to stem the noise when he saw Ford swamped in a mass of red material.

“No, it’s perfect.” Ford shook his head, peering out with a gleeful smile as he ran his hands reverently up and down the sleeves.

“Hmm, I made it with Stan’s measurements and then a bit bigger for added cosiness but… I’ll make a better one next time.” Mabel was giving Ford a critical eye and Stan could feel his shoulders shaking as he tried to contain the chuckles, unable to ignore the small thought that if Ford stood up the sweater might fall to his knees. The image sent another wave of mirth washing over him. “When you’re up and about I’ll be able to take your measurements properly. Plus I’ll figure out a good design for the front of it!”

“Mabel, it’s lovely. It’s like a portable hug.” Ford burrowed into the warm material, the collar up around his nose so that only his eyes showed to get a chirp of laughter from Mabel.

“Well, if you’re sure… I’ll still make another one though! Or maybe two…” Mabel hummed thoughtfully, tapping her chin before snapping her fingers and pointing at him with authority. “And don’t just think because you have a portable hug now that that means you don’t have to give me any!”

Ford dropped the collar, shaking his head fervently as if the mere thought wounded him. “Of course not. Where would I be without Mabel hugs?”

Mabel nodded approvingly, shuffling over to sit in his lap. “Good, because hugs are the best medicine. That’s just science! Even Dipper would have to agree with that.”

I don’t think he would…

Stan snickered from the corridor, the sound escaping through his hand and his amusement only continued to grow when he still wasn’t noticed. He watched as quietly as he could as Ford’s face grew grave, giving Mabel a sombre nod even as his eyes twinkled in amusement.

“True, very true. On that note, Doctor Mabel, what do you think? What’s the best course of action to get me up and about again?”

“Hmmmmm, let’s see, let’s see…” Mabel gave him an appraising look, leaning back as far as she could without dislodging herself before punching her fist into her palm. “I prescribe five hugs from your great niblings a day! That oughta do it!”

“Five each?”

“Of course!”

“Uh-huh, and that will get me feeling better?” Ford hummed, face thoughtful as if he was truly assessing her work.

“Of course it will! How couldn’t it?” Mabel looked scandalised as she stood on the bed. She gave him another evaluating look, this time more troubled. “Perhaps this was worse than I thought.”

Eesh. You should watch the bedside manner there, kid.

“Well, I hadn’t actually finished my diagnosis yet, you interrupted me.” Mabel put her hands on her hips, satisfied only when Ford gestured at her in apology and let her continue. “Good, because I was also going to prescribe- uhm-” She frowned, eyebrows furrowing as she seemed to calculate something in her head quickly, mouth muttering along with it so fast that neither Stan or Ford could keep up. Quick as a flash she jolted out of whatever it was, pointing a finger at Ford’s chest as if he might disagree with her judgement, face stern and broaching no such arguments. “I also prescribe ten Stan hugs a day as well as your daily nibling hugs.”

“Stan hugs?”

“Yeah, they’re good hugs.” Mabel beamed, sitting back down in her spot and getting comfortable again. “You should definitely have some Stan hugs to make you feel better.”

She didn’t have to say any more than that. It was obvious to Stan that Ford also got the hidden motive behind her words from the way he froze up, his bright amusement softening to an understanding smile.

Stan bit at his lip, glancing away as Ford pulled her in tight. Guilt wormed its way up his throat again, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth in response to Mabel’s troubled expression.

You shouldn’t have let them see you like that. No wonder they’re worried, you made it pretty darn obvious you two had argued a lot in the past.

She wants to make sure you’re both getting along.

Stan hated to admit, his teeth biting harder into his lip, that he’d also like clarification on that particular subject too.

“OK, that makes sense. Twenty hugs a day… well, I think that’s a good starting point at least.” Ford’s smile grew wide again at Mabel’s soft squeal of appreciation, her arms tight around his own. “Do you think we’ll be able to up the dosage as we go?”

“Hmm, let’s not get carried away just yet!”

A wobbly hiss of air escaped Stan too at their conversation, relief crushing the guilt that had been bubbling over and replacing it with a warm glow.

He knew deep down his doubts were baseless, that Ford had already made it clear that there was nothing to forgive. Knew that Ford wanted him around and wasn’t just pretending for his sake.

No matter how much the voices tried to persuade him otherwise, the whispers that said they’d all be fine if he left them to it. No, it was still hard to ignore them, especially when he was left to his own devices, but there was also one truthful little voice in his head that cut through them all to remind him that they’d all be sad if he ever did.

Besides, even if he was coming to terms with that all on his own, that didn’t mean it wasn’t nice to hear Ford agree with the sentiment to help speed up the process. Especially when Ford didn’t know he was there and could have easily told Mabel that he disagreed with her on that front.

“But you’ll let me know as we go along then, Doctor Mabel? I’m sure your prescription is just what I need but I think you should keep doing check-ups in case. You never know when emergency hugs might be needed.”

“Of course- oh! That reminds me.” Mabel crossed her arms, small face annoyed as she realised a loophole in her schemes. “No letting Grunkle Stan trick you! I’ve already prescribed him five hugs per day all summer and it was a struggle to actually get them from him at the start! I don’t know why he was so against it.” She flopped back into Ford’s chest, glancing up at him horrified. “He was all ‘stop it kid! I’ve got work to do!’ like the tour didn’t think it was cute that I clung to his leg while he was taking them round!” She shook her head dramatically before staring at him again. “So yeah- These are extras for him too! I don’t want him thinking he can get out of his other hugs.”

“Of course not. Those other hugs were prescribed for a reason.”

“Exactly! These extra ten are ‘cause you both need a pick me up after the rescue attempt! He still needs his summer happiness hugs each day regardless!”

Stan snorted, unable to stop the sound escaping at their serious expressions. He shook his head as both of them jumped and turned to him, so he stood up with a stretch, pretending he had intended to make his presence know at that moment. “Don’t believe her lies, Sixer. I let her give me hugs. In my defence, you should sit her down now and define what a hug is. She’s got me caught because I didn’t and apparently, according to a certain someone, curling up watching ducktective for an hour on the sofa still only classes as one hug.”

Ford and Mabel looked at each other again, raising a disbelieving eyebrow in unison before turning back to Stan.

“Well, duh.”

“That’s just logical, Stan.”

“You’re not meant to agree-” Stan cut himself off, running a hand down his face whilst he shook his head, all to hide the bright smile that he couldn’t seem to shift from his face. “Alright, alright, you win that round. But- I thought we’d decided you were meant to come find me before you pestered Ford awake?”

“He was awake!” Mabel gestured wildly, or as wildly as she could when Ford still clung to her. “I was walking past to come downstairs and he called out so I thought it would be alright for me to give him the present I’ve been making him.”

“And it’s a great present, look.” Ford shook an arm at Stan to show off his sweater, even as the sleeve slipped over his hand. Stan couldn’t stop the endearing softness forming on his features as Ford seemed to beam at this new discovery and tugged the other sleeve over his hand too. “It even has gloves!”

“Huh, well that is a mighty fine- wait. What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That.” Stan stepped into the room, pointing at a half hidden cup on the floor behind the bedside table. Ford’s sheepish expression told him all he needed to know. “Is that another cup of Mabel coffee?”

“No! It’s… actually Dipper coffee from last night?” Ford scratched at his cheek as even Mabel looked at him questionably. “I might have asked him to make me one so that we could continue chatting without worrying about me accidentally falling asleep.” He glared back in turn as Stan scowled reproachfully at him. “Stan, I haven’t talked to anyone properly in thirty years, I like having the kids around.” He hugged Mabel tighter, looking down at her. “Not that that’s the only reason. You two are amazing. It’s just very very welcome after all that nonsense.”

“Understood. But even Doctor Mabel knows you need to sleep.”

Ford whined as if she had betrayed him as Stan beamed proudly, both of them in on the joke as they made it more serious than it actually was for Mabel. “But I don’t want to sleep, Doc!”

“Noted. Otherwise you wouldn’t be asking twelve year olds to make you coffee. Should I be more or less worried that Dipper made it?”

“Hey!”

“Well, I didn’t have to add sugar this time?”

“Hmm… I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Stan shrugged before turning to Mabel, ready for Ford to argue further and deciding it was time to change the subject. Or rather, figure out how exactly to get around this particular challenge his brother was throwing him. “So, you’ve prescribed 10 hugs from me a day, huh?” He hummed thoughtfully as she nodded proudly, eyes gleaming as if daring him to argue. His mind mischievously ticked away. “Well that’s gonna have to come with some conditions of my own.” He scrutinised Ford and Mabel, both of them waiting with bated breath as they eyed him worriedly. “Now, I’d say something about meals but you seem to be wolfing them down without any trouble, so what to do, what to do...” He tapped at his chin as Ford raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was headed. “Now I’d say you get a hug for every hour of sleep you get but then I know you’d just lie to me-”

“Stan, I am not sleeping for 10 hours a day, I don’t care how much sleep you think I need-”

“No, no that won’t work at all.” Stan overruled him, his smile cheeky and more than a little worrisome to his twin. “I mean if I’m honest I’d like you to be honest and stop pretending you’re ok, when you’re obviously not… but I’m really not sure that’s possible, considering.”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

Stan huffed, pouting as Ford crossed his arms and gave him a defiant look. “And if I did that, then I’d never get to give you any hugs and what would Mabel say to that?” His pout vanished to a wolfish grin again as both Ford and Mabel seemed to think they had won, a whoop of celebration on the tip of Mabel’s tongue just as he continued. “So instead, the easiest option is just to say that for every cup of coffee you drink a day, you get one less hug.”

There was a gasp from Mabel as she turned to Ford, who in turn was staring slack jawed at Stan. Of course, it was pretty obvious to both adults that the only way Ford could get away with not worrying the kids and showing his fatigue around them, was with that extra shot of caffeine every so often.

Stan couldn’t help the wicked smirk blooming on his face as Ford’s emotions flickered across his own. On one hand, artificial energy to spend more time with the kids, and on the other, hugs- which for some reason Stan was pretty sure were high up on his priority list from the way he gathered the kids up at every available opportunity.

“…That’s just cruel, Stan.”

“Yeah? Just for that, one less Mabel hug a day too- that goes for me too.”

“What?! No, you can’t do that!”

Stan shrugged nonchalantly as Mabel stood up agitatedly, his hands raised in disappointment. “What? You give him coffee- or Mabel juice for that matter, sweetie and I can’t give either of you a hug, simple as.”

Ford glared at him as Mabel turned plaintively to him to solve the conundrum. “One cup a day.”

Stan raised an eyebrow at the compromise. “Only if I make it and you can’t have one in the evening.”

“…Fine.”

Stan clapped his hands, winking at Ford with a sly grin. “Glad we got that sorted.” He leant forward, scooping Mabel up into a hug. “Now then, you should go have breakfast and Ford looks ready to curl up and fall asleep again in that blanket you’ve made him.”

“It’s a sweater!”

“Oh yeah, guess it is.” Stan winced jokingly as Mabel hit him on the shoulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Now go on, get out of here.” He put her down with a pat to the head. “Before I change my mind and add how many hours sleep he gets to my conditions instead of just coffee intake.”

A sharp high pitched squeak was all that was left behind as Mabel bolted out of the room before Stan could say anything more.

“That’s not fair, Stan, you know I like spending time with them.”

“Of course I do. But I don’t want you hurting yourself either.” Stan sighed, turning back into the room from where he’d been staring after Mabel with an affectionate look. He barked out a laugh when he caught sight of Ford again. “What do you look like?”

He could feel more than see Ford’s wide grin in return, his nose buried again in the sweater as he wrapped it tight around him. “What? It’s nice and warm.”

“You look ridiculous. It looks like the time you tried on Dad’s suit when we were kids and it swamped you.”

“You’re not that much bigger than me.”

“You still look like that sweater’s swallowed you whole.”

“Maybe, but I love it all the same.” Ford dug his fingers into the fabric, eyes tired but happy as he snuggled into it. “Portable hug for when you guys are a-asleep.” He yawned, rubbing at his eyes as he curled up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know, Mabel was telling the truth. I’d been up for ages before I heard her come past… couldn’t… couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh?” Stan shuffled forward as Ford closed his eyes, frown marring his features. “Why’s that?”

Ford was silent for a moment, Stan almost thought he had fallen back to sleep. He stood up to leave, turning his back, when Ford finally spoke again.

“I had a dream that I was… back there, you know?”

Stan froze at the admission, the sad soft hesitation made Stan almost wish he hadn’t said anything in the first place.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Guess I’m not the only one still coming to terms with things.” Stan turned back to Ford, watching him take in the information sluggishly. “What can I say- sleep is hard.” Stan shrugged, brushing it off before Ford could debate anything with him considering his earlier scolding. “Maybe I should check in on you when I wake up early and see if you’re awake too.”

“Yes. Please.” Ford’s eyes were almost closed at that point, but the worried hesitation had lifted with the words. “I mean- you should. I was this close to trying to leave the room when I heard Mabel outside.”

“Yeah, let’s not do that-”

“Grunkle Stan! How long have you been up? This must have taken you hours!”

“Whoops.” Stan winced, squeezing his eyes shut as he heard the scolding voice echo up from the kitchen. He cautiously opened one eye in preparation of a berating look from the rooms other occupant but luckily Ford was already sound asleep. “Heh. At least I don’t have to worry about you telling me off too, eh?”

“Alright! Where is he?!”

Ford startled awake at the loud angry voice petering up from downstairs to his room. He blinked, rubbing at his eye as he sat up fast, the room spinning slightly as he moved too quickly. “Stan?”

He frowned, glancing this way and that. The last thing he remembered was talking to Stan about Mabel’s present. He didn’t recall actually falling asleep but the sun was definitely higher in the sky now from what he could see.

Before he could really think anything more, the voice sounded again, harsh and irritated and leaving him worried for whoever was on the receiving end of the tirade.

“Don’t you hide him from me, Soos! Where is he?”

Ford wavered as the voice continued, propelling himself out of bed in an abrupt moment of decisiveness as he worried for Stan or the kids in the warpath of whoever had found their way into the house.

His feet did not agree with this course of action, and a hysterical voice in his head pointed out that he probably wouldn’t be of much use in any case but regardless he struggled ever forwards. Even if forwards meant gripping tightly onto the wall and shuffling around the edge of the room because floating in water for thirty years did little to be desired in the way of functioning muscle.

He had just reached the door as another echoing yell rumbled up the steps towards him.

“There you are! What on earth were you thinking?!”

“H-hey, Wendy-”

Ford shuffling movements sped up when he heard the stutter of fear in Stan’s voice.

Whoever this ‘Wendy’ was, wasn’t to be trifled with, judging by Stan’s sudden apprehensive tone.

He slowed down as he reached the stairs, his energy waning as he struggled down each step, clinging tightly to the banister.

Falling down the flight of stairs to land at this Wendy’s feet seemed like more of a hindrance than a help, the notion at least giving him enough common sense to take it slow.

“What am I saying? You weren’t thinking- that’s the damn problem!”

“Wendy! Language!”

“Don’t you ‘language’ me, old man! You’re the one that’s being told off!”

It took a few moments for Ford to process the scene once he found the source of all the yelling.

A teenager, fiery red hair and a temper to match, was standing tall and fierce in front of Stan, finger pointing dangerously at his chest as Stan raised his hands up defensively. Ford wasn’t sure if it was because of her intense presence or Stan’s reaction to it, but Stan looked decidedly small and hunched below her blazing eyes.

“You know what the sea is like– I know you do! We’ve had long conversations about it before when Dad went on his long work trips. And don’t pretend otherwise- I know how fretful you get when I go on trips with him! But no. The same rules don’t apply for Mr bigshot Stan Pines, do they?” Wendy raised her hands up in frustration before her voice got sarcastic, her arms gesturing mockingly. “Oh, look at me! I know what I’m doing, I can handle anything the sea throws at me. I’ll just go out and save someone in the middle of a storm on my own and get back fine, you just watch me!”

“Well, technically I did-”

“I’m not finished!” Wendy snapped, hand raised to Stan’s mouth as it closed with a snap. “Not only did you go out on your own- Soos then tells me you jumped into the sea to rescue the person?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared imperiously at him. “Well?!”

“I didn’t think I was allowed to speak-” Ford couldn’t help but notice Stan’s flinch as the atmosphere became somehow more searing. “-yes, yes I dived into the sea, happy?”

“No! That’s the point!” Wendy ran a hand through her hair, her frustration evidently growing along with a frenzied panic behind her eyes that made Ford’s stomach clench guiltily. “You left your boat in choppy waters? To dive into the sea? Did you at least drop anchor? Please tell me you tied yourself to the boat at the very least.”

Ford was starkly reminded of a particular day back when they were kids and had shattered a lamp in the pawn shop. Luckily it had been Ma that had found them and it was probably because it was Ma that Stan had had a particularly guilty and apologetic expression on his face when she asked what had happened.

Stan’s very similar expression now was all the answer Ford or Wendy needed in response to her questions.

He didn’t know whether to be terrified or highly amused at the fact that Stan could weather an actual storm, dive headfirst into choppy waters and fight off an eldritch horror from the depths- but a teenage girl on the warpath was successfully cowing him into submission with little effort.

“I mean, I did think about tying myself down.” The grumble was defensive and held hardly any bite to it as if Stan knew deep down he really should just stop talking.

“Oh, he thought about it, that’s good to know! I mean thinking about it is almost as good as doing it, isn’t it?” Wendy raised her hands up in the air again as if she was done in general.

“Alright, alright. I get it. I wasn’t thinking. But can you blame me!” Stan glared, a heat of his own bubbling up as he crossed his arms. “I thought my brother was in trouble and I didn’t have time.”

“Stan, there’s always time for-”

“There wasn’t!” Stan growled, effectively cutting Wendy’s next tirade off mid swing. He sighed as she looked pained by his words, her fear radiating more than her anger. “Look, I’m sorry, kid. Really, I am, I have no excuses. But- I can safely say I don’t regret a thing. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change what I did.”

“That’s not comforting, Stan.” Wendy deflated. She tilted her head as Stan looked away from her, the genuine concern obviously too much for him to handle. “You realise the whole town was worried about you, right? Everyone came out to see if they could help.”

“S-so?”

“So, don’t go throwing your life around like that, you scared the shi- you scared us.”

The floorboard creaked below Ford’s foot before Stan could reply. Two sets of eyes snapped over to him, the fire seemingly sparking back in Wendy’s eyes. Ford gulped, suspecting the expression had something to do with putting Stan in danger the way he unintentionally had. He raised his hands up in submission, or tried to at the very least, one hand snaking back to the banister quickly as his legs wobbled. “I don’t want any part of this.” He couldn’t stress the words enough, his entire face fretful and blearily fatigued just from listening to the conversation.

Please, I was just concerned by the yelling. I agree with you entirely. Please don’t yell at me… whoever you are.

…I am far too tired for this.

“Oh, don’t listen to Windy Wendy. She just gets like this.” Stan ruffled Wendy’s hair, wincing as a hand shot out to grab his wrist.

“I am trying to have a serious conversation with you here!”

“Yeah? Well, it doesn’t suit you, Windy.”

“Sulking doesn’t suit you either, old man and yet I seem to be dealing with that today!” Wendy’s hand got dangerously close to Stan again before she spun back to Ford. “And you-”

Ford winced, eyes squinted closed as he waited for the berating he was sure he was about to get even though he wasn’t entirely sure that was fair in the circumstances.

Well, no, if she knew that he had gone out on his boat in the middle of the night thirty years ago she might be scolding him but as it was- he really didn’t think he deserved being berated for being imprisoned for thirty years below the sea and having no choice in the matter of when and where he’d surface again.

But he thought it best not to point any of that out as he waited.

After all, he might berate Stan himself soon for the way he handled things.

He’d hate to think that both of them could have been lost to the sea that night.

“Oh, never mind.”

Ford blinked, eyes opening wide as he stared in shock at the girl who had visibly deflated and was scrutinising him with a hawkish gaze that held him frozen in place.

“Just so you know, I should be telling you off too. I mean, what were you doing out there in the first place? You could have gotten yourself and Stan killed! But, I’ll refrain because you look like a small gust of wind could knock you down.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Ford’s hand that had still been raised meekly promptly joined the hand that was gripping the banister tightly to keep him upright. “But please, once you know the full story, please feel free to berate me. I most definitely deserve it.”

“No, you don’t.” Stan rolled his eyes, storming up the steps towards him with a worried glint to his expression. “But Wendy’s right, you’re as white as a sheet, and that’s being kind. You ain’t meant to be out of bed, Sixer. You don’t even look like you’ll make it back on your own, come here.” He slid a hand around Ford’s waist, throwing his arm over his shoulder. “Stubborn old nerd.”

“Takes one to know one by the sounds of it.” Ford smiled tiredly as Stan chuckled.

It took until they were out of sight, when Stan gave a small whistle of relief, for him to realise that Stan had jumped at a very opportune distraction.

It seemed to take Wendy the same amount of time.

“Hey! Get back here, you! I’m not finished with you yet!”

Stan’s whistle turned innocent, pretending not to hear her as he continued down the corridor.

Fortunately a familiar small voice piped up.

Fortunate for Stan that is, unfortunate for those still in Wendy’s warpath.

“So… Does that mean Grunkle Stan can’t be mad at us for forgetting about the tide times, then?”

“…What was that? What does Mabel mean, Dipper?”

“W-well…” Dipper’s voice cracked, his shame obvious even from up the steps.

“…You Pines are going to be the death of me. Guys!”

Stan grimaced as Dipper started to stutter out excuses. “Sorry, kid. But rather you than me.” He refused to acknowledge the disappointed noise Ford made in response, instead choosing to blank all of them. In fact, his thoughts turned to more pressing matters, his speed increasing as Ford stumbled beside him, his legs giving out already.

It wasn’t until Ford was safely tucked back into bed that either of them spoke.

“So… she’s a force to be reckoned with it seems.”

“Yep, that she is. I think I’d rather face that storm again than another argument with her. So thanks for the diversion and quick getaway you gave me there.”

“…Good to know I’m useful.” Ford scoffed, shaking his head as he let Stan prop him up. “But she did have a point.”

“Oh, I know. She had some very good points.” Stan shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck. “And she’s right on a lot of things but, that doesn’t mean I’d do anything any differently, you know?”

“I know and I think she does to. That’s what worries her.” Ford frowned as they both went silent, Stan giving a nod and a long suffering sigh as his only response.

“You know that’s not the last you’ll hear on the matter, right? You can’t just run away from that conversation.”

“Yeah, but I’ll postpone it as long as I can, thank you very much.”

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AN: Mabel and Wendy really are forces to be reckoned with, aren’t they? ♥

[theartificialdane]

Galactica, part 238

In this Shane plays music, Max watches, Laila get’s an email, Allison is surprised and Courtney takes a class!

Thank you @veronicasanders @samrull and @toriibelledarling for all of your help <3

“Here we go, white wine for Violet, beer for me, Cuba libre for Betty and a Fanta disguised as an alcoholic drink for Max.” Sutan handed out the drinks, everyone accepting them with a smile and a thank you, Sutan counting it as a win when Betty took a sip and didn’t throw the drink in his face. He sat down, his arm sneaking around Violet’s waist as the band walked on stage, Rega pulling a silly face which made Violet laugh. Sutan could see that Shane was nervous from a mile away, the man biting his lip, his hands shaking slightly, but the moment he saw Betty, he lit up, his shoulders falling down, a giant smile overtaking his face as he got into place, Ruby grabbing the mic, her personality almost too big, too vibrant, to rock and roll for the bar they were in and the music they played, as she introduced the band.

“Hello everyone! We’re Bach Street Boys, please welcome Raga, Shane and me, Ruby Roo, on stage, we’re pleased to be here tonight, and this is our first number, “Trouble in Downtown Manhattan!”

***

Ruby was beautiful. Max smiled as he watched her, his chin in his hand. Normally he would be taking photos, doing everything he could to document a moment like this, but for once he didn’t want to. Ruby shined when she was on stage, the woman shining like a star, so bright it almost hurt looking at her, but it was a pain he was more than willing to bear. Ruby came alive, the music traveling through her, filling her up and making her alive, an explosion of color and of joy. Ruby looked at him, and Max wondered if this was the first time he had ever really felt love.

***

Laila balanced her makeup case in one hand and her phone in the other as she walked the streets of SoHo, looking up at the night sky and feeling joy creep up on her like she was a little kid again.

She watched soft snow settle on the pavement and patches of grass, a single perfect snowflake landing on the screen of her phone and melting right away, before Laila swiped to unlock. She wanted to text Pearl that it was snowing, but something else demanded her attention: an email from somebody called Jaymes Mansfield, titled “A collab opportunity”.

“Huh?”

Laila sat down on a bus stop bench and opened the message.

/Dear Ms McQueen (or shall I call you Laila?)

I hope you’re doing well. I’m writing to express my interest in collaborating with you on a video for my Youtube channel.

My name is Jaymes Mansfield and I’m a self taught fashion designer, makeup artist and hair stylist, getting my inspiration mostly in the fashion of the 50s and 60s. I have been uploading videos to my Youtube channel for 3 years now.

I am very fascinated by your makeup artistry and creative personality and certain that my subscribers would find you just as captivating as I do, having watched every single one of your videos.

If you would be interested, I could appear on your channel as well.

Please do not hesitate to contact me with any further questions regarding our collaboration.

Yours sincerely,

Jaymes Mansfield

https://www.youtube.com/jaymesmansfield/

“Oh, what the hell.” Laila clicked the link, her eyes automatically going to the subscriber count this girl had, and it was much, much higher than Laila’s. Oh lord. She was going to have to do this, wasn’t she?

That was all before Jaymes’s newest video entitled “HOW TO MAKE A PURSE | NO SEWING” started playing and Laila almost yanked out her headphones. “HI EVERYONE! JAYMES MANSFIELD HERE!” said the girl on the screen and Laila couldn’t even make it through 30 seconds of the upbeat, colorful video, the youtuber’s voice making her cringe in ways she never knew before.

Why was that girl like… this?

With a deep sigh, Laila turned the video off, Jaymes’s subscriber count flashing before her eyes. “I’m still gonna have to do it, right?”

She couldn’t resist sending the video link to Pearl without any context.

/From: PEARL

why would I watch this her voice sounds like somebody is repeatedly stepping on Turbo

From: LAILA

You’re looking at my new collab partner

From: PEARL

wtf/

***

“Oh that was wonderful Shane!” Violet smiled, but all Shane could see was Betty, his beautiful Betty who smiled at him and moved over so he could sit down next to her, Shane happily accepting the praise he got from everyone as they settled at the table, Raga grabbing his lady that had just arrived, greeting her with a wet kiss and a giant smile.

“You did great man.”

“Hey, what about us?” Raga kicked Sutan under the table. “Me and Ruby are in the band too you kno- … Has anyone seen Ruby?”

Betty turned her head, looking around, her nose wrinkling as she realised Max was missing too.

***

“Raaaaaaaaaaaj.” Raven whined as she flopped down into Raja’s lap, the other woman barely catching her as Raven pushed Raja’s computer away.

“What’s the matter my angel?”

Raven sighed as she pushed Raja’s glasses up into her fiance’s grey hair, Raja’s long locks so soft to the touch. “Celia has the dress I was going to wear for my bachelorette party.”

“Has she now?”

“Yes!” Raven pouted, her plump lips slightly parted. “It’s so unfair… I want to feel special at my party…” Raven played with Raja’s hair and Raja couldn’t help but smile as she knew exactly what Raven was fishing for.

“Do you want me to come with you, or can you go shopping by yourself?”

“Yes please.”

“Yes please what?”

“For you to come with me silly.” Raven leaned in and kissed Raja, Raja laughing against her lips.

“Of course my princess.”

***

“So, what do you do for a living, Evah?” Violet smiled, taking a sip of her drink as she looked at Evah.

“Oh, here we go. Nobody ever believes her when she says this shit.” Raga gently removed himself from his girlfriend’s grip.

“Why don’t you fuck off and play some darts with the guys while I talk to Violet here, babe?”

“They don’t even have darts in this club, babe! It’s too fancy!” Raga picked up his drink anyway, leaning in for a kiss and then left, leaving Violet with the mysterious girl. She was wearing what could only be described as watered down lolita fashion and her hair was fluorescent blue, but she came across as a genuinely nice, sweet person. Or maybe Violet was just drunk.

“So, where were we? Oh. You said you were a fashion designer, yeah. I’m actually a gamer, you know. I play video games and do streams on Twitch and make some Youtube content too, I actually just came back from a huge gaming con in Tokyo, can you believe I got myself a spon deal with Alienware? I am so excited, oh my God.”

“Alien wear? Is that a fashion brand? I have never heard…”

“Oh no, no, they make gaming equipment! But speaking of fashion, I do a lot of cosplay too, but that’s just for fun, I guess. Maybe I should capitalize on it somehow, but how? What do you think?”

Violet wanted to say “what?” since she didn’t understand ¾ of the words leaving Evah’s mouth, but she just smiled and nodded instead, her eyes drifting to the bar where Sutan was bumping Shane’s shoulder, the two laughing about something. (short descr of how hot Sutan looks. Violet is daydreaming.)

“Anyway, should we get a drink? Violet?” Evah was looking at her with a pleasant, but hesitant smile.

“Let’s get a drink. Totally.”

***

“You’re amazing, oh god Ruby, you’re so amazing.”

Ruby moaned, her and Max’s mouths crashing together, their tongues dancing, Max’s kisses wet, hot, downright fucking filthy, and Ruby couldn’t believe it. Max had come back stairs after the show, Ruby packing their things up and making sure no one could scam them of their equipment when Max had turned her around, Ruby ready for a hug when he had slammed her against the wall.

Max was so tall, so strong, his chest broad, her tits pressing into him, and even though he was completely limp, his cock not hard at all, Ruby couldn’t help herself as she grounded into his stomach, her hips working desperately, her breath coming in small gasps, Max’s body driving her up the wall, both literally and figuratively.  

“You’re amazing Ruby. You’re just…” Max’s voice broke, his eyes clouded, his hair mussed, and Ruby couldn’t help but smile, his broad hands on her hips. “You’re so amazing....”

“Please…” Ruby groaned, the lack of Max kisses dragging her further and further away from the edge. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please, Max kiss me.”

“You want me to kiss you?”

“Shut up, and kiss me you fucking asshole.” Ruby grabbed Max by the collar, the woman pulling him closer, their lips crashing together once again, Ruby forcefully grounding her hips down, her hand in Max’s hair as she came, Max laughing, Ruby clinging to him, a smile on her lips as Max gently rocked her back and forth.

***

Allison woke up, not really understanding what she was hearing, another crash waking her fully as she shot out of her bed, Allison reaching for the bat her cousin had given to her when she moved to New York, her friends all making fun of her for it, but who was laughing last now bitch. She opened the door, creeping out into the hallway and screamed with true horror as someone jumped her, arms wrapping around her.

“Oh my god Allison hiiii.”

“.. Tati?”

Allison reached out and turned on the light, Tatianna in her arms, the girl smiling brightly, even though her eyes couldn’t focus on Allison at all.

“Wow.. You’re like.. Here.. Like.. Wow.. Wait, wait, omg, we should take a selfie together.”

“Are you okay?”

Allison looked at Tatianna, the girls dress crumbled, her hair a mess.

“I’m fin-”

Tatianna didn’t finish her sentence, as she bend over and puked on the floor, and Allison grabbed the phone, quickly calling the only person she could think of.

***

“You have a dog?”

“Yes, I have a pug, her name’s Frida! She’s absolutely adorable, you should meet her one day!”

“I’ve always wondered, do you think dogs know that we kidnap them from their families and raise them in captivity?”

Violet gasped, and Sutan laughed, his girlfriend, Ruby and Evah totally caught up in conversation, Max sitting on the side with Betty, the two talking too while Shane and Raga were getting more drinks for everyone.

“How can you say something like that? Sutan, tell him he can’t-” Violet turned her head, ready to force Sutan to come to her rescue, the girl drunk and in Sutan’s opinion beyond adorable, Violet almost tumbling over, Sutan reaching out to support her and hold her up, when his phone rang.

“Sutan, ple-”

“One second.” Sutan knew it was rude, knew he should probably ignore it, but phone had specialised ringtones from everyone, and he instantly recognised it as important. “I have to take this call, it’s Tatianna.”

“But-”

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll be back in a ten okay? I promise.” Sutan gave Violet’s chin a quick kiss before he answered the phone.

“Hey-  What’s up? Wait, I’ll stay on the phone, I’m coming to you. Stay where you are.” Sutan got up from the table, not noticing Violet’s broken expression.

***

Courtney’s eyes slowly opened as the teacher’s voice brought them back into the present moment. She and Carole were taking a Bikram yoga class at her favorite studio downtown. She turned to the older woman, who was sprawled out on her mat, in a state of pure relaxation.

“I really think you have a lot to teach me about zen,” Courtney said.

“Hmmm?” Carole said. “I think you’re giving me too much credit. I wasn’t really meditating, I was napping.” She giggled, stretching and yawning.

“Well, either way. You’re not even sweating.”

Carole grinned. “That’s cause I don’t really do the exercise part.” She rolled her neck. “Smoothies?”

Courtney giggled and followed her towards the door. “Of course.”

*

Once they were showered, mic’d, and set up at the smoothie bar, Carole continued their conversation. “So...what’s new?”

“Ummm, not a whole lot. I’ve got some gigs coming up, which is pretty exciting. I’m trying to get this part on Broadway next season. We’ll see how that goes.”

“Ramona said you’re performing at Mogehan Sun, so I think we’re gonna take a party bus. Hope a bunch of middle aged white ladies isn’t gonna fuck up your street cred.”

“Well, if it will, I think that ship has pretty much sailed, hasn’t it?” Courtney countered.

Carole laughed. “True.” She picked up the menu from the smoothie bar. “So...what’s the story with Bianca?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you guys are living together...hang on, just a sec.” Carole touched her earpiece and turned to her producer, who today was a frazzled young man who looked about ready to tear his hair out. “Charlie, this is ridiculous, why am I asking a 22 year old about her marriage plans? Are you kidding me?”

“Just ask the damn questions, Carole,” he growled into her ear.

Carole turned back to Courtney with an apologetic look, muttering, “I’m sorry,” and then pausing before continuing in her normal voice, “You guys have been living together for awhile. Have you talked about marriage?”

Courtney suppressed a laugh at her faux enthusiasm for this question. “Um, she mentioned it once. But...we were kind of drunk, and in the middle of having sex in the bathroom of a nightclub, so...I don’t know how serious that was.”

Carole burst out laughing. “Sounds romantic.”

“Yeah, it really was. I was kind of pissed, actually, but then, she made it up to me.”

“Jewelry?”

“Nope.” Courtney winked.

Giggling, Carole continued, “So what you’re saying is...no wedding bells.”

“What I’m saying is...that’s not really where my head is right now. You know? I’m just trying to figure out who I am in the world. My career, my goals, my...identity? And Bianca is such a force to be reckoned with. Sometimes it’s tough because I feel like she’s already so established. It’s not really the age difference per se, but more about like...it’s like a constant reminder of how far I have to go.”

“You guys seem pretty happy, though.”

“Oh yeah!” Courtney replied quickly, “I’m...I’m so lucky, she’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I just mean, like, I...I’m not thinking about marriage. I’m thinking about how I’m going to get to a point where I would be, um...for lack of a better term...marriage material.”

Carole tilted her head, looking questioningly at Courtney, who bit her lip, fidgeting with the straw on her drink. “ASK WHAT SHE MEANS BY THAT!” hissed the voice in her earpiece. Carole swallowed, and asked gently, “What...what do you mean, Court?”

“Um…” for a moment there was a very wounded, faraway look in Courtney’s eyes, a look that made Carole feel guilty and almost made her want to get up and walk away from the whole situation. But then it was replaced by a bright, happy smile, and Courtney laughed, and said, “Oh, I dunno. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Push her. Push her!” urged the voice, and Carole, as kindly as possible, said, “Maybe...did you mean that you weren’t ready for marriage? I mean you are awfully young.”

“Yeah, that, and...I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know if I even want to get married, to be honest. But regardless, it just seems like everyone thinks I’m not good enough for B. So…” Courtney shrugged.

“KEEP GOING!” said Charlie, “Why’s she not good enough? Who’s telling her that? Dig!” he urged, but Carole had reached her limit. She wasn’t about to play games with this kid’s head to satisfy Bravo’s bloodthirsty need for a storyline. Instead, she switched gears, saying, “Well...I wouldn’t be surprised if someday it was the other way around. I mean, she’s already reached the pinnacle of her success. Your star is still rising.”

Courtney giggled. “Let’s hope so.”

“It is interesting though. I mean, Adam and I have a similar age difference, and so we’ve had to deal with all the same accusations. You know...golddigger, predator. It’s exhausting. But for us, I actually think it caused the relationship to last longer.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think it may have been a fun little fling otherwise. But because we had all these people attacking us, we were like allies against them, and in the process of defending each other against this like, crazy onslaught, we found out that we actually really care about each other.”

Courtney smiled. “That’s beautiful.”

“I don’t know if it helps you, but that’s our situation.”

“I mean...yeah, I don’t know if it applies to me, but...it helps to know that you’re happy,” Courtney said thoughtfully, sipping her smoothie.

Carole reached out and squeezed her hand, a wave of sadness washing over her. This poor girl had no idea what she was in for.