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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 05

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 10 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

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You spend the Sunday in bed, trying to watch a TV show to shut up your mind, which keeps coming up with all too vivid images of what Sukuna and you did in the locker room. But you can't focus on the show. Instead, your gaze wanders distractedly through your room and brushes over the white, too-large hoodie that is draped over the backrest of your chair. Sukuna's hoodie. And you are mentally back where you started: In the locker room on Sukuna's lap.

You groan and bury your face in your hands. You will have to go to your classes again tomorrow, which means there is a high chance you will bump into a certain pink-haired, tattooed hockey player. But you have no idea how to act around Sukuna after this! Hopefully, you won't run into him, at least for a few days!

But of course, it doesn't work like that. You haven't even started your first class of the week before you see Sukuna again. He is leaning against one of the vending machines in the hallway that leads to your creative writing class, talking to one of his teammates while looking gorgeous as always, with his pink hair slicked back, tight black jeans that accentuate his muscular thighs, and a white team hoodie, just like the one that is waiting for you in your room.

You duck behind a large plant, groaning inwardly at how insane you must look to everyone around you. But you simply cannot face Sukuna right now! Just one look at him brings back the memories of those firm muscles under your fingers and how those large, calloused hands trailed all over your skin, and how good that thick cock felt inside you.

You make a strangled noise as you try to determine whether Sukuna already saw you or whether you can still turn around and run the other way. You are about to give in to the second option. But it's already too late.

"Hey, princess!"

You draw in a sharp breath as you clutch your books to your chest and slowly turn around again. Sukuna is casually strolling over to you, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black jeans, his typical arrogant smirk on his handsome, tattooed face.

You exhale slowly, lifting your head and straightening your shoulders, trying to will your embarrassment away as Sukuna stops in front of you.

Act cool, act cool, act cool!

"Hey, Ice Prince."

Sukuna's eyes sparkle in amusement, and he laughs that sexy low laugh and runs a tattooed hand through his pink hair as he cocks his head,

"Prince? I'd rather think I am the Ice King. But of course, I can be anything you want, princess."

Suddenly, he is so close to you again, towering over you, tall and big, and your back bumps against the wall behind you. Your heart is racing wildly as you look at Sukuna. At his lips precisely. Lips that lift in that sexy, rude smirk. Lips that you know feel so hot and soft against yours when they kiss you. Your breath hitches. And Sukuna laughs softly.

He leans down, his sexy cologne filling your nose, and his warm breath is on your neck when he whispers in your ear,

"Do I make you nervous?"

You grit your teeth and bring a hand up to push weakly against his broad chest, not really trying to push him away (not that you could move him an inch anyway), but in a helpless attempt to cover up your embarrassment. Why does he have to be like this? Why isn't he nervous, too? You shake your head, eyes burning into Sukuna's,

"No, of course not!"

But Sukuna huffs, leaning even closer, his voice full of smug amusement,

"Liar."

He smirks at you, his maroon eyes filled with a far too knowing look, when he adds in a teasing voice,

"Why do you act so flustered then? Like a scared little bunny. Is it maybe because you can't stop thinking about what we did in the locker room? How you bounced on my cock and how my cum was dripping down your hand and..."

You make a squeaking sound and reach up to press your hand over Sukuna's mouth to shut him up. And he laughs. You feel his lips move against your palm, feel his smirk, and then something warm and wet.

You jump, and your gaze snaps to Sukuna's eyes. He is staring right at you, a teasing, amused spark in his eyes while he is licking your palm.

There's another slow, teasing flick of his tongue, and much to your horror, it sends bolts of electricity and desire through you, making you press your thighs together involuntarily. But at least you finally come to your senses and quickly pull your hand away, wiping it on your jeans while you roll your eyes at Sukuna.

"Stop it!"

Sukuna grins broadly at you, his tattooed face still full of mischief, but at least he lowers his voice when he says,

"It's fine, princess. I enjoyed our little locker room fuck, too."

You restrain yourself from pressing your hand on his mouth again, and Sukuna adds smoothly,

"How about we make this a regular thing? It doesn't have to be exclusive to the locker room. We could also use a bed next time, or a shower, or anywhere else you like. You and I get along, and the sex is good, so why not have some fun together? It doesn't have to be a big deal. What do you say?"

You stare at him, your pulse racing and your head spinning at his offer, unable to form a response.

Sukuna smirks and touches your shoulder, letting his large hand trail down your arm until he reaches the pocket of your cardigan, where your phone is sitting. Sukuna pulls it out and holds it out to you,

"Unlock it."

You do as he says as if on autopilot and watch as Sukuna types in his number before handing the phone back to you. He takes a step away from you, slinging his backpack casually over one broad shoulder, and jerks his chin at you,

"Think about my offer, princess, and hit me up if you crave a little fun in your life."

He winks at you before he turns around and strolls away, leaving you standing there leaning bonelessly against the wall with your heart beating up to your throat and your mind whirling.

Did Sukuna just offer me a fuck-buddies arrangement?

This new development turns you into a distracted mess for the rest of the day. You get into trouble with your grumpy professor once again when you fail to reply to her question because your mind is too occupied thinking about Sukuna and what to do about this whole arrangement he is offering you.

You drop your books and forget your jacket and curse yourself for being such a flustered idiot just because some hot hockey boy blessed you with the best dick of your life and is asking for a repeat!

Get a grip!

But even when you are back in your dorm, you can't stop obsessing over this whole situation with Sukuna. You keep playing with your phone, unlocking it to stare at the new contact.

Sukuna 🏒👑

Your lips twitch when you see the hockey stick and crown emoji next to his name.

Your fingers hover over the message icon several times, but you always lock your screen again before you can write anything.

You throw your phone onto your bed with a heavy sigh. You are too flustered and too shy to text Sukuna and agree to whatever it is he is offering. But at the same time, there's this excited tingle in your veins that screams at you to text him and just enjoy that star player dick.

Isn't this the kind of exciting thing you dreamed about happening to you when coming to this college? And now you get it presented to you on a silver platter, but you are too chicken to take it?

You groan and bury your burning face in your hands. Maybe you can make a decision tomorrow. You need some time to think, or rather overthink.

You manage to avoid Sukuna the whole next day during classes, feeling like a complete fool with the way you sneak through the hallways, always checking if you see his pink hair somewhere. Your lunchtime is spent in your classic literature classroom, munching on some sandwich you hastily prepared this morning. Hiding away like a coward.

You feel relieved when your last class of the day is over. Now you just have to head to the library to get some research material for a new assignment, and then you can go back to the safety of your dorm, where you can lock yourself in your room and obsess in peace over a phone contact with a hockey stick and a crown.

You roll your eyes at yourself, and the librarian tells you to stop giving her such mean looks. Your eyes widen, and you hastily apologize, fleeing towards the section she told you the book you are looking for is.

The old floorboards creak beneath your feet, the smell of old books fills your nostrils, and you feel at least part of the familiar comfort the library always offers you. You scan the bookshelves, looking for the number the librarian gave you. And sigh in annoyance when you finally spot the title you were looking for.

Of course, it has to be on one of the higher shelves, and you can't see a ladder anywhere! You get on your tiptoes, bracing yourself on the shelf with one hand while you try to reach the book you want. You curse softly when your fingertips barely manage to graze the wooden shelf on which the book is standing.

And suddenly a familiar smug, low voice speaks up behind you,

"Need help, princess?"

You whip your head around, looking over your shoulder at the very person you have been avoiding all day. He has that typical, lazy smirk on his tattooed face, and there's an amused glint in his maroon eyes.

"Sukuna?"

You blink at him in surprise, and Sukuna's grin grows broader.

He steps closer, closing the distance between you so his body presses lightly against your back, making your heart race like crazy. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to run from him anymore with the way you are trapped between the bookshelf and Sukuna's tall, muscular body. You gulp hard, pulse fluttering at the feeling of Sukuna pressed against you and the enticing smell of his cologne and the cigarette smoke on his clothes filling your nose.

Sukuna reaches above your head, effortlessly plucking the book from the shelf.

He doesn't pull away immediately but stays right there, pressed lightly against you, his buff body caging you in while his warm breath brushes over your earlobe. His velvety voice has dropped to a low, seductive murmur that makes goosebumps appear on your arms,

"I haven't seen you all day. Where were you hiding, princess?"

You huff, trying to sound casual, but you cringe inwardly when you hear how breathy your voice comes out,

"What do you mean? I wasn't hiding."

Sukuna finally steps away, and you let out a breath and turn around to look at him. He is holding the book you need in his large hand, and you reach for it, but you see a shit-eating grin spread over Sukuna's face, and even as you reach out, you know it means trouble.

And, of course, right before you can grab the book, Sukuna lifts his arm above his head, letting your book dangle from his long tattooed fingers out of reach for you.

"Uh uh, not so fast."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest,

"What are you doing? Give me the book!"

Sukuna laughs softly, smirking at you in that rude and sexy way that infuriates you and turns you on at the same time. He shakes his head and drawls in a low, amused voice,

"I'll give you your book if you promise to see me tonight. My dorm, 8 p.m. We can just talk if you want. Or we can do more than that. It's your choice, princess."

Heat throbs between your thighs as your mind provides you with an image of the two of you on Sukuna's bed, naked bodies moving rhythmically against each other. Your hands trailing over Sukuna's smooth tattooed skin, your fingers feeling up his buff muscles... You draw in a sharp breath and look up at him with big eyes and a face that feels way too hot.

"I..."

Sukuna laughs softly, his cat-like eyes gazing deeply into yours, completely shameless, far too arrogant, but damn, it drives you crazy in a very good way. One corner of his lips lifts in that sexy smirk, and he cocks his head,

"Is that a yes?"

It's not fair how charming and sexy he looks and how he is tempting you with a good time. The kind of good time you really want. The thought of meeting him again, knowing what it will lead to, still makes you flustered and feel like some shy little virgin, but you really like what he is offering you. And so you nod and mutter a soft,

"Y.. yes."

And Sukuna looks so pleased.

"Hmm, smart girl."

He leans down, his grin downright devilish now, and his breath brushes over your neck, making your skin tingle everywhere. And it gets even worse when Sukuna's tongue darts out and licks a slow, wet trail up your neck while you feel his rude smirk against your skin.

You screech and push at his broad chest,

"Hey! Don't drool on me!"

But you can't hide how playful and amused your voice sounds. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly as you look up at Sukuna's grinning face and he laughs and pulls away. He lowers his hand, holding the book out for you to take.

You quickly snatch it from his tattooed fingers. But Sukuna is fast. It must be his hockey-player-reflexes. He manages to grab your hand before you can pull away, holding onto it while his maroon eyes gaze deeply into yours.

"8 p.m. at my dorm. Don't keep me waiting, princess."

He doesn't wait for an answer but lets go of you, leaving you standing in the middle of the library with wobbly knees and wide eyes.

You are a nervous, excited, giggly mess when you make your way over campus and to Sukuna's dorm.

You feel embarrassed and exposed when you slip through the front door of the large dorm building, thinking that everyone who sees you must know exactly what you are up to. As if you are holding a blinking red sign that reads, "I am going to have sex with your star player."

But at the same time, your veins are singing with excitement. You feel almost high. You are meeting a super hot hockey player/the resident bad boy to get into a fuckbuddy arrangement with him or something like that! It's the kind of crazy thing you would have never thought you would ever get to experience.

You, who were always too scared, too anxious, too careful to experience anything exciting. But somehow, Sukuna made that whole cardhouse tumble down so easily, and suddenly, you feel so light, with your pulse racing and your whole body buzzing.

Your heart is pounding wildly in your chest when you reach the Itadori twins' apartment. You need a moment before you finally make up the courage to lift your hand and knock on the door. The seconds tick away, and your breath comes out in nervous, quick huffs as you wait for Sukuna to let you in.

Finally, the door swings open, and Sukuna stands in the doorway in low-hanging grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt, and that damn boyish smirk on his handsome face.

"Hey, my lucky charm."

He waves you inside, and you slip off your shoes and follow Sukuna into the apartment. It's bigger than the one you and Nobara share, which is probably a bonus the beloved hockey players get. The living area and open kitchen look clean but a bit chaotic, with hockey equipment, weights, and other gym stuff strewn everywhere. A red hoodie is hanging over the backrest of the couch, and various video games and manga are scattered all over the couch table next to several empty protein shake containers.

"Ignore the mess. I just came back from practice and didn't have time to clean. It's not my mess, by the way. My brother can't keep a clean room."

You smile to yourself, thinking that it's kind of cute that big bad hockey star Sukuna apologizes for how his living room looks. But before you can tease him about it, Sukuna already pushes open the door to his bedroom and ushers you inside.

It's surprisingly neat compared to the mess in the shared living area. The first thing you see is Sukuna's bed, which is actually made and suits him really well with the all-black bedding. On the left side of the room is a window and a desk with neatly stacked books. Above it is a shelf with trophies and next to that, a big pinboard with some hockey tactics written in Sukuna's elegant handwriting and a few pictures of Yuuji and Sukuna and an old man with a face shape that looks very similar to Sukuna's and Yuuji's, so you assume it must be their grandpa.

You look curiously around the rest of the room. A flag with the team crest is hanging on the wall behind the bed, and on the right side of the room, you can see a half-opened closet. The clothes you can spot in it are all black, with the exception of some white and red, which you assume must be Tigers merch.

A stack of cigarette packages and some energy drinks sit on a shelf next to a whole array of hair products (cherry flavored, like you already assumed), as well as several big bottles of cologne and a smaller bottle of black nail polish. You smile to yourself.

Vain idiot.

"So, did you think about my offer? About our little arrangement? You okay with it, princess?"

Sukuna's low voice interrupts your nosiness, and you whip around to look at him, feeling flustered again. You shrug and tug nervously on your fingers,

"What does it include exactly?"

Sukuna laughs and shrugs,

"Anything you want. We just have fun."

He has taken a step closer to you, and his low voice is smooth and velvety like a caress. You feel nervous, intimidated, and overwhelmed by the way your mind screams at you: You had sex with him! He was inside you. And you know you want it again. You are in his room. You just have to reach out and touch him!

A shaky laugh comes out of your mouth, but you nod and smile nervously at Sukuna,

"Okay, sounds good."

You gulp hard and lick your lips. They feel too dry suddenly as you look up at Sukuna's tattooed face, too aware of how small the room seems all of a sudden, and how good he smells, and how tall and strong he is. You add shyly,

"So... um, how do we go about this?"

You gesture helplessly at the bed and at Sukuna, suddenly ready to just run from his room and hide away forever. But Sukuna laughs softly and cocks his head, his face softer than usual, as if he feels bad for you.

He puts a hand on your waist.

"No need to be so nervous, princess. It's easy. Just come here, and I assure you, you will know what to do. It worked really fine the last time, don't you agree? Our chemistry is good."

He is right.

The moment Sukuna wraps an arm around you and pulls you against him, it's really easy.

Your hands automatically wrap around his neck, and you get on your tiptoes, pressing your body against Sukuna's, sighing when you feel his warm, firm body against yours. Your lips crash into his, kissing him hard as if to make up for your shyness a moment ago. And Sukuna kisses you back, his tongue licking hungrily into your mouth, both of you instantly overcome with the same craving you felt in the locker room.

Sukuna's large, warm hands are on your hips, steering you to his bed, while your lips trail from his mouth down his jaw, kissing his sexy tattoos before they close around his Adam's apple and suck on it, smiling when you hear the soft growl coming from Sukuna.

You tumble onto Sukuna's bed, and everything feels completely natural. As if you have never done anything other than make out with Sukuna. It's as easy as breathing.

Your hands slip so naturally under Sukuna's t-shirt and explore his abs and pecs before you tug on the soft cotton shirt, and Sukuna helps you pull it off.

It's the most natural thing ever to lift your arms above your head when Sukuna tells you to do so, letting him undress you too, pulling off your shirt, and then opening your bra expertly with one hand. He lets your bra drop to the floor before he replaces it with his large tattooed hands, cupping your tits and brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples while his lips find yours in a sloppy, wet, open-mouthed tongue kiss.

From that moment on, the only thing you know are passionate, wet kisses and wandering hands, tearing at each other's clothes until you are both naked and writhing against each other on Sukuna's bed. You don't have to think. You just have to feel. And it's really as easy as he said. No shame, no worries, just pleasure.

Soon you are on all fours, your ass up, your face pressed into Sukuna's pillow, which smells so intoxicatingly like him. And you mewl loudly into that pillow because Sukuna dicks you down so good that you feel like you will melt.

He is kneeling behind you, one foot placed on the mattress, his large, strong hands on your hips as he takes you from behind, fucking you hard and fast and so deep. Dominant, in control, and knowing exactly how to fuck you right.

His strong hands hold your hips tightly, pulling you closer again anytime you try to get away when you think the pleasure becomes too much. But Sukuna won't have it and just holds you in place while his sexy, low voice tells you,

"Stay here, princess. I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. Just be my good girl and let go. You can be as messy and loud in my bed as you want."

His words drag a loud, desperate cry from your lips as Sukuna's hips hump against your ass and your swollen pussy, fucking his thick cock deep into you, hitting your sweet spot in a maddeningly delicious rhythm.

You feel tears run down your cheeks from how good you are getting fucked, and you do as Sukuna says. You relax and let him take full control.

You are a babbling, sobbing mess, but it's just like Sukuna said, you know, here with him, you don't have to be embarrassed or shy. You eagerly lift your ass, pushing back against Sukuna's body, taking his thick cock deeper, begging him for more, whining loudly anytime his thick mushroom head hits your sweet spot.

And Sukuna laughs and moans, and it's so sexy that it makes your pussy clench around his gorgeous, talented cock, making him groan that sexy breathless "fuuuck" that drives you absolutely wild.

The way Sukuna fucks you with those deep, hard strokes makes you almost delirious. His gorgeous cock is giving you such a fluttery feeling in your stomach and in your pussy, growing more blissful every moment.

You let out a high-pitched squeal when you cum, muffling the noise by pressing your face deeper into Sukuna's pillow. And Sukuna fucks you through it, groaning in that sexy low voice,

"Fuck yeah, princess. Cum on my fucking cock!"

Your breath hitches, and you scream and kick your legs, cumming so hard and intense that you think you will lose your mind.

And Sukuna groans and grabs your wrists with his large rough hands, keeping them in place as he pushes you down on the bed with his heavy body, mounting you, fucking you into the mattress. He snaps his hips faster, fucking his twitching cock into you at a maddening pace that makes the headboard of the bed bang loudly against the wall.

You whimper needily at the feeling of Sukuna's heavy weight on top of you and the switch of position it brings with it. The earlier doggy turned into a deep, intense prone bone that makes Sukuna's cock push even deeper into your sensitive pussy.

One of Sukuna's large hands grabs your chin roughly, turning your head to the side so he can give you nasty deep tongue kisses while he fucks you with those deep, intense strokes that grow harder and become more erratic as he nears his orgasm.

You mewl under him when you hear him growl and feel him push his cock deep inside you. And then Sukuna stills his movements, cumming inside you, fucking his cum into the condom he put on this time.

His hand around your wrists squeezes them tightly. His breath is loud and harsh, and a low, sexy moan falls from his lips only centimeters from your lips before Sukuna kisses you again.

A breathless laugh escapes his lips, and you feel his smirk against your mouth as Sukuna starts to move again, slow, shallow thrusts, fucking his whole orgasm into you while you mewl softly beneath him and squeeze your pussy around him.

With a last, teasing flick of his tongue, Sukuna pulls away.

He rolls off you and lets his heavy body fall onto the mattress next to you, a broad, satisfied grin on his tattooed face and a low laugh falling from his lips.

One of his large hands lands on your naked ass giving it a squeeze, and then his tattooed fingers trail slowly up and down your thigh, caressing it as if you are a beloved pet he is pleased with.

You still feel dazed when Sukuna gets up after a moment, shamelessly walking around his room completely naked, throwing the condom into the trash bin before he bends down to pick up his black boxer briefs from his bedroom floor.

He pulls them up lazily with one tattooed hand as he walks over to his desk, making you lick your lips as you watch his gorgeous muscles flex while he moves. He grabs his cigarettes and a lighter from his desk and opens the window next to it, leaning casually against the window frame as he lights a cigarette and brings it to his lips, inhaling the smoke with a soft little hum.

Sukuna turns his head, looking at you with heavy-lidded maroon eyes and a lazy smirk.

"See, I told you it's easy."

And you laugh and roll on your side, pulling Sukuna's blanket over your naked body, feeling exhilarated and a bit dreamy after such amazing sex.

"Yeah, you were right."

Sukuna smirks, getting that smug expression on his tattooed face again.

"I know. I am always right."

He turns his face to blow his cigarette smoke out the window while you groan in playful annoyance.

You walk out of Sukuna's bedroom fifteen minutes later, after you both got dressed again, and Sukuna showed you the various medals and trophies on the small shelf above his desk and explained what he got them for. It felt less awkward than after your locker room fuck, though it still makes you a bit shy to just talk to him like you are friends after he was balls-deep in you and you cried into his pillow from how good he fucked you.

Sukuna is close behind you, bumping into you when you stop short as your gaze lands on Yuuji.

Sukuna's twin is lounging on the couch in the shared living area, his feet resting on the couch table while he watches TV. Yuuji turns his head to greet you and smiles his big sunshine smile at you, honey eyes wandering from you to his brother and back again.

And you smile back awkwardly, feeling your face get hot again,

"Hey, Yuuji."

How long has he been here? Did he hear you? Does he know what you did in Sukuna's room?

You quickly flee towards the door, but before you can leave, Yuuji laughs happily and says,

"So Kuna found you! He was complaining the whole day because he hadn't seen you. I'm glad you came over!"

You blink and look back over your shoulder just in time to see a protein bar getting thrown at Yuuji's head while Sukuna yells at his brother to shut the fuck up.

And you quickly slip out the door, grinning from ear to ear as you hear the twins bickering. Your steps feel incredibly light as you jog down the staircase, snickering to yourself the whole way to the front door.

I FELT THE FLUTTERY FEELING IN MY STOMACH AND MY PUSSY TOO 😭😭💗💗

Here we are in a fuckbuddies arrangement with our sexy hockey boy ;) Also, big applause to Yuuji for exposing his dear brother. I know you are obsessed with us, Kuna. It's ok, baby 😘

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

In Chapter 6, Reader and Sukuna have some more fun with each other + also some bonding moments.

Thank you so much for all the love on this story!! It makes me so happy 💗💗

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All my egg designs!!

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Design gushing under the cut vv

SO my height hc's for the eggs may be a lil controversial but i have several reasons lol

-Dapper, tallest, obviously in cannon bbh is a tall mf and dapper's the oldest demon it would make sense to me for her to be the tallest. A lot of ppl draw them in full suit but i prefer the sweater + button up look? I still gave him the bow that i enjoy drawing him with - sometimes i put it on his hat sometimes i put it on his neck lol also!!! i gave him blue accents and freckles for skeppy!!!

-Tallulah, second tallest, have you fucking seen wilbur soot?? wilbur soot is possibly the second tallest man ive seen in my entire life only preceeded by a 7 ft tall blonde man i met at the hospital, his daughter's gonna be tall. If dapper wasnt there she would be the tallest egg nobody can convince me otherwise. Obviously i gave her the classic wilbur sweater and beanie but i wanted her clothes to be pretty intentional - in my heart the death family all wear the cancer bows, so her and chayanne both have one and for Tallulah it's the only cool color in her palate aside from her matching shawl. Also it pained me to give her short hair but unfortunately its cannon :') oh also!! her hearing aid :D I also gave her little underdeveloped wings - theyre still growing in!! Alongside that theyre very downy, still got a bunch of pinfeathers and fluff <3

-Ramon, third tallest, in my mind ramon in a fucking unit. I gave him thick clothing and leather accents, good materials for hands on work and such, itll last a long time it makes sense Fit MC of 2b2t would dress ramon for function rather than fashion (although he still looks adorable). I normally see people drawing him with this wind breaker hat and goggles i dont really understand, ive always envisioned him with a welding mask (is that what theyre called??)!! I gave him pac's big doe eyes and a pair of soundproof pacman over-the-head headphones!!

-Chayanne, i dont know a ton about him but i do know hes a protector and i have seen what people draw of him!! Obviously i gave him the cancer pinned to his jacket, and as for his jacket its just a simple hoodie with a duck print on the front pocket. I wanted his palate to be yellow and purple - yellow for phil, purple for missa, wow revolutionary/s. His pants are tore up a lil and have stitching and patches in them (see the anarchy patch). His wings are more developed than his sister's and are pretty full with a dark, organized feathers. I gave him a shield, it has two wings on it (one light for missa, one dark for phil) i just feel like he'd carry one.

-Leo, i may have projected on her a lil <3 She's a softball girl in my heart!! Shes average height and kind of stocky cause in my mind shes very athletic. She mostly resembles Foolish, appearing mostly as a Totem, but she has purple accents such as in her clothing and eyes that are reminiscent of Vegeeta!

-Empanada, very short but still the tallest of the newest batch of eggs. She's the string bean of the bunch but i imagine under all the fluffy clothing shes a little muscular, gets it from her mamae bagi!!! I dressed her in mostly neutral and pink tones to match her sign and hat color - and as for her hat i imagine it as a VERY stylized beret, similar to pommes but it designed to look like a stack of pancakes with syrup pooling beneath them and the button on top is supposed to appear like a little square of butter!! Her horns, wings, and tail are white like mouse and tina's and she wears them proudly, even if she only has one horn <3 Her hair's split in two, black and pink.

-Pomme is very short, and she's dressed very fancily!! I like to imagine theres a stark contrast between the lolita/semiformal fashion of pomme and dapper to the informal wear of the rest of their siblings. The pattern on her dress is big apples trailing along the bottom of her skirt, and she's got star pattern tights to represent Etoiles <3 She's kind of a lil cryptid child, with a mouth at the back of her head just above her neck grinning away and two twin braids that float alongside her head.

-Richas!!! The shortest of the older eggs, his designs very simple mostly because he already wears a shirt which is the main focal point of his design for me. He's always been a cargo shorts egg to me, i dont know why!! But he lives in cargo shorts!! Richas chooses to be barefoot, its how he came into this world its how he'll leave. I actually looked up a prosthetic leg for reference for him and the top portion of prosthetic legs are usually patterned for the person wearing them, and i cant help but imagine that richas would choose for his leg to be the most atrocious yellow to ever exist and have all his family sign it. This is unseen, but under his hair he's wearing a bandanna with the brazilian flag on it! When viewed from behind you can see the knot tied around the back of his head, and when his hair's out of his eyes you could see it plastered to his forehead. I gave him lil horns because in my heart of hearts he's a demon, that lil egg is bad's egg too in my heart nobody can tell me otherwise.

-Sunny, one of the first eggs i designed - shes dressed just as i was as a child and by that i mean shes 100% a trailer park princess. They sport a "2 COOL 4 SCHOOL" shirt, with a plastic silver crown with jewels in it, and a pair of light up sketchers!! She has bear ears and paws and a bear-like nose and tail, they view Fred as their step-pa and he was the second parent they ever knew, it makes sense she'd wanna look like him!!

-Codeflippa looks almost identical to Juanaflippa, except she floats and is slightly greener... and is glitching..... and the shirt heart's on the other side than charlie remembers, but who's counting aye?? after your third death and revival maybe things get messy - hes not judging!!! I have this HC that the fed's aren't the only ones who can revive the eggs - theyre just the ones who've perfected it. I like to imagine codeflippa is the code/the rebellion's attempt at egg revival.

-Pepito, the smallest egg alive!! smallest ever so itty bitty so tiny!! only two months old!! Pepitos the smallest egg obviously, Pepito's wearing a cute little jumper with matching socks that dont really fit properly but are still just the cutest little thing to me <3 Pepito has devil horns and a tail because bad was the only person to really care for pepito properly before Q came along. Pepito mostly looks like a mix of roier and quackity, sporting a matching yellow pair of duck wings <3 I was tempted to put pepito in pepito's xmas bows because they were just the CUTEST but i restrained myself

-The dead eggs, the smallest.... Most of these babies were less than a month old when they passed for one reason or another so theyre all very tiny :') Flippa mostly looks like charlie, but she's got layered shirt and layered her skirt on top of her pants because he nor marianna know how to dress a baby </3 Tilin is a carbon copy of Q, she's a very shy young lad, shoeless and wearing one of Q's jackets which are absolutely huge on her. Not seen is his yellow pair of duck wings - theyre still baby wings so theyre very small and hidden behind him, full of downy feathers <3 Trumpet we didnt know for very long, but they were very fun to design!! Maxo definitely loved him, so i modeled his clothing after him mostly. I was trying to go for something like Blacklight aesthetic?? black paired with bright, contrasting patterns that would look good under a blacklight. Bobby is dressed the most ummm domestically id say. Very simply, like he was living on a farm and spent his days in the soft grass. I imagine he was shoeless by choice, because it was fun!! It was very obvious jaiden and roier loved him, so i tried to give him a kind expression and well taken care of wings. His feathers are still kind of downy and muted, but theyre more developed than Tilin's and are very well taken care of! I wanted his bandana and overalls to be the centerpiece of his design so aside from those he's got a plain white baggy shirt. I imagine its made of linen or something, bobby would smell like fresh laundry all the time..

-Gegg.

[sugar-coat-it]

hi belle! what do you think body piercer is like as a bf 👉👈

also would you do an alphabet or something for him? lowkey dying for more content for him

Hiii!! <3 

Omgggg wait wait let me tell you some details

He’s very much into punk rock (Fugazi, Rage Against The Machine, etc.) and lives in his band tees. Much like the back room of the parlor, a lot of his stuff is covered in stickers for his fav bands. So I think he’d really like to introduce his girl to his music if she’s willing to try it out, it would mean a lot to him!

Whenever he picks her up, he’s always blasting music LOUD so she knows when he arrives 

Big fan of CDs. You can bet your ass that he’s burning CDs for her for all sorts of things. Songs that remind him of her, songs he wants to fuck her to. Some of them are stupid too, like “Good Shit” scrawled in black Sharpie on a disc. Sometimes he’ll scribble little drawings on there too. His handwriting is shit and she loves it.

Also music related, he's an amazing concert bf, always making sure she can see and no one is getting too close to her. He'd be SO PROUD if she went to a punk rock show with him

Now… if she ever did say she was interested in getting another piercing of any kind, he is begging her to let him do it for her (for free, with princess treatment). He’s very much like “fuck yeah, do it” whenever she brings up a tatt or piercing of any kind

Quietly cuddling, he’s tracing her features with his finger, he comes to the bridge of her nose and he’s suddenly like “You have a good nose for a septum piercing” and she’s like “???”

He remembers everything about her, and he makes a point to, even if he has to write sticky note reminders to himself sometimes (ADHD brain as hell)

This man SMOKES. My god his marijuana tolerance level is ungodly. If his girlie is into it too, it would be the joy of his life to roll spliffs for her.

Big fan of getting baked with her, putting on music, and then going off about the album’s impact on the music world because he knows she likes listening to him talk, and none of his boys let him ramble on nearly as much

The late-night diner visits after hotboxing his car go CRAZY (side note, don’t ask me why, but I feel like he has a rubber duck on his dashboard)

One time after a smoke session they built a fort in his room and made out for close to an hour, all giggly and hazy

I think he’d like to let his girl paint his nails. He prefers black, but he wouldn’t mind painting his nails the same shade as girlie’s so they can match

He also let her braid his mohawk once… lol

Tea had sent me an idea about this, but he’d absolutely buy her engraved jewelry. Like… barbells with hearts that have little M’s engraved on them??? Holy shit 

Also, from a discussion with B, HE GOES SO FERAL WHEN SHE GOES BRALESS AND HE CAN SEE HER PIERCINGS THROUGH HER TOP

He keeps a Polaroid picture of her both in his wallet and at the desk in the shop 

If anyone asks about it he’s like “THAT’S THE LIGHT OF MY FUCKING LIFE”

Veeery possessive. Not to a toxic point, but she is his, and he makes sure that everyone is aware in his own little ways 

He likes to be touching her almost all the time. Whether it’s an arm lazily slung around her shoulders or lacing their pinkie fingers together

Really likes love bites. One time he left hickeys in the shape of a heart on her collarbone 

Y’all remember that hip pouch thing he wore during the 2020 era? That but it’s filled with his girl’s things like her lipstick or her wallet so she doesn’t have to carry them

Teenage boy humor. Hella “that’s what she said” jokes

He forgets stuff at her place constantly. She’s starting to wonder if it’s on purpose at this point. Maybe it’s his own way of feeling like a more permanent part of her life

Finding his jewelry on her dresser, his lighter on her coffee table, a hoodie hung by the door

Sometimes he’ll leave his keys and come running back into her place just to end up messily kissing her against the wall

Overall, I think he probably looks a little intimidating to people because he has a mohawk and wears chains and platform boots but he’s such a sweetheart oh my god anon. He just loves her so so so much, and he’s so gentle with her. I love him. So much. That’s my baby.

And as for an alphabet, maybe! I’d be happy to if that’s something you guys would want to see

[fiapartridge]

💌 adam fantilli????

AAA IVE BEEN ON SUCH AN ADAM HIGH ofc ofc

"Come with me," he whispered in your ear, his voice a soft melody that painted love notes on the canvas of your mind. With Adam, everything faded away. Stars lost their sparkle, the prettiest of colors were found within his eyes, and the fictional characters you knew only in the books--who treated the girl right, who never missed a beat--were right there--with Adam. 

As the ocean serenaded in the background, the expansive beach lay forgotten as you furrowed your brows, lifting your head from his chest. Wrapped in his oversized UMich hoodie, you gazed at him like a lost puppy.

He loved those eyes, your smile, and the way your laughter lit up your face. That was his favorite thing, you know--- making you laugh. Just to see that smile.

He had missed that smile since moving to Ohio. At the draft, once his name was called, you felt an exhale escape your lips. You were glad that he didn't have to be across the country had he been drafted to the Ducks, but Columbus still felt so far. You missed him. You knew it, Luca knew it, your parents knew it too. You weren't you without him, and knowingly, he wasn't Adam without you.

You furrowed your brows. "Where?"

He grinned softly. "Columbus? I just bought an apartment there. My bed is extra big," he teased, "and I hate being away from you."

"I hate it too," you whispered.

Drawing you closer, he enveloped you in his arms, your head finding solace on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. His heart raced with the fear of rejection, afraid that moving in together might strain your relationship; that you might not want it--want him.

But then you said, "Okay," so softly that Adam wondered if he had imagined it.

"Okay?" he asked.

“Okay.”

In a surge of joy, he swept you up into his arms, showering kisses all over your face as you giggled, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Grinning, a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he gazed down at you. "Good, because I can't really get a refund on the vanity I may have gotten you a couple of days ago."

[dreamyautumns]

So um... I feel like hiding in the pocket of Idia's hoodie would be extremely comfortable so....

Maybe Prefect got shrunk in a lab accident and rather than dealing with the chaos they just decide to hide with our favorite blue fire haired gamer?

(Please?)

Yes, I can do Idia! Requested by Anon! Giant!Idia and Tiny!Reader :D

“You know, you can’t stay hidden inside there forever.”

You were snuggled within the hood of Idia’s jacket, the warmth from his hair relaxing you as you try to forget your situation. You had been shrunk by a potion that had gone haywire, and all of this was during a joint lesson as well.

So, when no one was looking, you ducked into the folds of Idia’s jacket to keep yourself safe. At least, until the effects wore off. Idia didn’t seem to particularly care you were in there. He was pretty startled at first, but he eventually settled with the decision to keep you with him.

“I know I can’t stay here forever,” you answered, “I just need to stay out of sight so Riddle doesn’t come get me.”

Idia stops in his tracks, followed by the pressing of a keypad. A door slid open before the two of you as he entered. You presumed you were in his room now. It was pretty dark.

“Riddle-shi doesn’t like me either, y’know,” Idia grumbles, the flames on his head slowly dimming a bit. “Y-you can’t stay here in my hidey hole long! I want you out tonight!”

“That’s a little harsh for your kouhai, don’tcha think?” you asked.

“I-I need to be o-on co-op soon w-with my online buddy! W-we’re defeating the demon king in this game we’ve been playing! N-not like a normie like you would even understand…”

You tilt your head as you pop out of Idia’s jacket hoodie. You climb out onto his shoulder and look over to see him getting comfortable on his chair.

“I like video games!”

Idia pauses. “Y-you do?”

You nod. You wanted to try and understand him better by talking to him. “One of my favorite genres is JRPG’s…”

The blue-haired boy stops and brings his legs close. “I-It is?”

You nod, then slide down his arm and onto the table. You then stand before him, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

“I also enjoy platformers too! What are your favorite genres?”

Idia’s hair tips gently flicker to a light pink, perhaps to show that he is embarrassed. “I-I… really don’t mind, TBH… anything is cool with me…”

You smile lightly. “We could make the most of this situation by getting to know one each other better.”

Idia starts to stammer. “H-huh? You w-wanna have a n-normie conversation w-with me…? But I h-hate talking a l-lot!” He draws his knees closer to him and leans further into his chair. “A-and you’re so tiny, t-too… it’s just l-like Little Nightmares…”

You tilt your head. “Is that an indie game?”

Idia nods. “H-horror game… you remind me of the p-protagonist…”

“Do you wanna hold me?”

Idia looks taken aback. “H-hold you? W-when you’re so f-fragile and easy t-to squash?! T-too big of a responsibility… c-can I “nope” outta this?”

You sigh and decide to back off to give him some space. You sit down on his desk and gently turn away from him to allow him time to calm his nerves.

As soon as you turn away, a shadow covers your body. You have no time to whirl around before a heavy object pats your head. You look up and realize it is Idia’s finger, and he seems to want to rub your head. You decide against turning around to not worry him.

Idia seems to mumble under his breath as a gentle pink light comes from behind. “They’re kinda cute…”

You decide to turn around. As soon as you do, Idia’s hair reverts to burning bright blue as he shies away and turns on his monitor.

“Y’know, Shroud, we’re friends… so you can talk to me if you ever want to, ok?” you remind him. Idia looks down at you and blinks his shining yellow eyes.

“R-really…?”

You nod. “Mhm! It’s a promise!”

Idia cracks a tiny grin and tilts his head. “O-once this whole shrinking f-fiasco is over… m-maybe I can write you or something…”

You nod in agreement. “Ok! Deal.”

[ts-sides-head-canon]

*vine boom sound affect*

Greetings. I'm in the middle of drawing a Mociet thing where Janus is just Godzilla combind with Lady Dimutresc, so watch out. And for now, enjoy a ramble about...

Kaiju Janus.

Okay, so, in most AU's I have for Janus, he has 3 parents: 2 dads and a mom. In this specific AU, the mom, Artemis, has been gone for ages, captured for government experiments and stuff. Janus' bio dad, Jupiter, then ends up falling for another guy, Damien, and they end up in a relationship. (It's fine, though. Artemis and Jupiter had established themselves as an open relationship, and once she gets out, it's just polyamory.) Janus also has 5 bio siblings, him being the oldest of quintuplets, (His "clutch-mates" in this AU) as well as about 12 adopted younger siblings that Damien brought in. (This is a constant in all Janus AU's)

Janus is massive in this AU. Like he has to duck down a bit to get through your average castle door. He has green scales all over his body, a dragon like head, snake eyes and mouth, spines running down his back, claws, and a massive prehensile tail that he can use to grab things with. (The tail is THICC.) He does also have a human form, but it's uncomfortable to stay in for longer periods of time. He also has a heightened alcohol tolerance because no matter the AU, Janus can down 5 bottles of wine and only feel tipsy. His multiple arms are still there, but they're kinda more of an energy projection.

He can pick up Patton from the hoodie tied around his shoulders with one finger. (Patton is a gay, blushing mess for this giant lizard man, and Remus has to break it to him that that has an actual term.) He will also just pick people up with his tail, hold them in his hand, or just let them ride on his shoulder.

That's all I can think to say. What do you think? Does this entice you to check out the Kaiju Janus!Mociet drawing? I could tag ya if you want!

A. I would love to be tagged in any and ALL Sanders Sides things, almost regardless of what they entail (Although depending on what's in it, I might not rb it here, might just be a main thing [this is not one of those dw, just putting in a disclaimer lol]) so long as they don't break any of the rules.

B. This sounds so cool, like amazingly cool! Love this so much actually! Let Janus be a giant lizard man fr fr! Hope they break Artemis out of containment though, that really sucks that he's lost one of his parents to that if they can't break her out.

[obsidiancreates]

Something Strange Comes To Santa Barbra

(This may be the most Niche thing I've ever posted. @poltertoast this is for you, it's not the previously discussed crossover concepts but I might do those later)

Shawn ducks under the police tape and jogs right up to Lassiter. "This better be good Lassie. Gus and were just about to crush one of those restaurant food challenges down at a dumpling place."

"Just get inside." Lassiter gives Shawn a slight shove, and Gus makes sure to stay out of Lassiter's arm range as he follows.

Shawn's eyes go right to the wall; there's a huge bloodstain, and it's configuration is... strange. It looks more like a movie, or a video game, than a regular splatter pattern. His focus zeros in on one of the two beds next, highlighting an abandoned contraption that looks like an old GameBoy Color altered with all sorts of computer chips and wires and antenna. There's a book laying on the floor, open but page-down to show both the front and back cover in full. The Paranormal Prince: Ghost Hunting With Royal Blood by one Johnny Toast.

Shawn chuckles and nudges Gus. "Dude, read the name on that book."

"What boo- ... Johnny Toast?"

"Johnny Toast," Jules confirms, walking over to them. "Late twenties to early thirties, British, and presumed dead."

"Whoa, whoa. Presumed dead?" Shawn looks at the wall. "Seriously?"

"No body," Jules says with a sigh. "No blood trail indicating how it was moved, no missing sheets, and the owner of the condo says they didn't have any rugs. CSI didn't find any evidence of cleaning supplies, and no reports of gunshots in the area at the suspected time of attack."

"No gunshots?" Shawn looks again at the wall. It's really bothering him, he swears he's seen a pattern like that before but he knows it wasn't in real life.

Jules nods to the wall. "There's some deep gauges out of the plaster, we're thinking knife carvings. Murderer must've hit an artery, which makes the lack of blood anywhere else even stranger."

"No kidding. There's not even any on the floor." Gus keeps his eyes off the blood, and it's almost disturbingly easy to do so. The rest of the room is mostly spotless, save a strange image almost... superimposed onto the wall. A blue square, a red triangle, and a yellow V.

"What about this?" Shawn gestures at it. "Does the condo owner have the worst taste ever, or is this a calling card?"

"We looked into it, apparently it's a popular graffiti symbol in the victim's hometown."

"What town?"

Jules starts to say, and then takes in a deep breath. "Don't laugh," she warns. "Both the vic and the suspect are from a town in North Carolina called... Little Butts."

Shawn and Gus fail to not laugh. Jules looks like she wants to laugh too, but Lassiter walks into the room at that moment.

"You told them where they're from, didn't you?"

"They asked."

"After we agreed not to tell them because laughing at a murder scene is asinine."

"Ass," Shawn mumbles, and he and Gus laugh again.

"Just-! Tell us if you see anything." Lassiter gestures around the room. "Chief just called and she wants this to be top priority, apparently there's a serial killer from that town and she wants to make sure he's not taking a vacation in Santa Barbra."

"Well maybe I'd have a better sense of the case if you told me who the suspect is."

Jules nods while Lassiter scowls. "Johnny Ghost-"

"Johnny Toast and Johnny Ghost? Are they cartoon characters?" Gus whispers to Shawn. Jules ignores it.

"-late twenties, owner said he's short with red-brown hair and brown eyes, always wears a gray hoodie with this logo on it." She shows them a drawing.

Gus scoffs. "They spelled it wrong."

"What?"

"That's the symbol for Pi, Shawn. Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine, and then continues on forever? It's a fundamental of math."

"It's a fundamental of a good diet is what it is."

"It's a pun," Jules says. "They ran a ghost hunting business together, Paranormal Investigators Extraordinaire. At least, that's what the owner said Johnny Ghost screamed at him when they introduced themselves."

Shawn looks back over at the beds. Now the DS makes sense... "So that's why the Chief wants me? See if there's a... spiritual connection? Maybe this Ghost fellow got possessed and offed his partner?"

"And to find the body, and Ghost himself. He was seen leaving the house alone around the time of the attack on some nearby security cameras, and hasn't come back to the house since."

Shawn nods, half-listening as his eyes travel around the room again and he does a slow, lazy-looking turn. He hones in on a business card, the corner just barely visible under the left bed.

"OH!" He dramatically drops to the floor, trying to make it look like he was yanked. "Oh, the spirits are strong here! But they're scared, yes, of the ghost hunters, they weren't ready to contact me before but now!" Shawn drags himself across the floor in one motion and snatches the card, jumping back up. "Now they're screaming! Crying out saying-!"

He discreetly peeks at the card and then holds it up to his forehead, text-side facing out at the 'crowd' that is his friends and fellow investigators. "Santa Barbra School Of Dance!"

Lassiter stalks over and grabs the card, reading it for himself. "Who the hell did the sweep?" he growls. "O'Hara, bag it as evidence!"

As Jules does, Shawn catches sight of a handwritten phone number on the front. Who writes extra notes on the front of a business card?

"Let's bring in the owner of the dance studio and find out what they know." Lassiter looks at Shawn and Gus. "Stay out of my interrogation."

"No problem, Lassie." Shawn puts his hand up in promise. As soon as Jules and Lassiter leave, Shawn drops to the floor again and reaches further under the bed.

"What're you doing?" Gus crouches down. "Did you find more blood?"

"No, Gus, no blood. But I saw this-" Shawn pulls out one of those lockable pencil cases. "-while I was grabbing the card. Here, give me a bobby pin or something."

"Why would I have a bobby pin?"

"I don't know, you're the one who loves cracking safes-es."

"Safes."

"I've heard it both ways."

"This is barely something you can crack anyway, just force it open."

"Force it open? Yeah, right. Do you know how many of these I tried to force open in middle school because someone wouldn't lend a pencil?"

"You lost it every time! My parents were gonna go broke buying that many pencils for me!"

"Just, find something I can jimmy this open with!"

They end up finding the key also under the bed, and popping it open they find... a box of macaroni.

"What the hell?" Gus picks it up and turns it around. "I've never even heard of this brand. Lettuce Squirrel Whiskey and 'Roni?"

"Why is there a dinosaur on the front? Man, that was a total bust, I really thought it'd be important. ... Let's go check out that dance studio."

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"Dude, what kind of dance studio has a teenage mutant ninja turtle as it's mascot?" Shawn turns, keeping his eye on the oddly swaying figure just outside the door until they're fully through. Something about it is bothering him... but he can't quite place his finger on what.

When they push open the door, there's a woman chatting with the receptionist. As soon as the first woman sees them, her face contorts into a nasty scowl. "Oh, no! Get out, you- you spineless rubes!"

Shawn and Gus freeze and put their hands up and take a step back in unison.

"Whoa!"

"Coming on a little strong considering you've never met us," Gus huffs.

"Yes I have," she seethes. "Over the phone, three months ago! I contacted your agency to investigate a haunting for me!"

"A haunting?" Shawn looks at Gus, who shrugs. "Which one of us did you talk to?"

"You." She points at Shawn. Her scowl could rival Lassiter's, maybe even Henry's. "And you told me to seek help!"

"That doesn't sound like me." Shawn casts his memory back. "Wait... were you the one who said that Donatello the turtle was haunting you?"

"All four of them!" she snaps. "And yes! Yes, I did! And you never came by! And it kept happening so I had to hire some out-of-town specialists-"

"Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast of P.I.E?" Shawn asks, hand by his temple.

She blinks. It seems to shock her out of at least some of her rage. "Yes. Yes, and-and now I have bullet holes all over my studio."

"Bullet holes?!" Gus ducks. "They shot up the place?!"

"They had guns?"

"Yes, and yes! They saw one of the ghosts and-and I don't even know where they pulled the guns from, but it got away and they chased after it!"

"Did you call the police?"

"Not until that damn ghost is- oh, for heaven's sake!" Her eyes focus on something behind them and she storms to the door, flinging it open. "GET OUT OF HERE!"

It dawns on Shawn what disturbed him about the figure outside.

It hadn't been swaying in the wind at all. It had been bobbing like a person waiting.

The figure, Raphael by the mask color, shouts in fear as the woman screams at him-

And then phases through the floor and disappears.

Shawn freezes, the sight so not computing that it breaks him for a second. Gus's eyes go so wide they may try to run away since their owner isn't, and then they roll back up in his head and he collapses.

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They sit in the Psych office, Gus nervous-eating an entire box of dry cereal while Shawn has his hands pressed together and covering his mouth, eyes trained on the floor.

They haven't spoken since they watched the Ninja Turtle Ghost phase through solid ground.

Their phone rings again. Neither pick it up.

It's silent for another hour until Jules runs by the window, sees them both inside, and runs in.

"We've been trying to reach you guys for hours, we have-! ... What happened?"

Shawn flattens his hands against his face and rubs it. Gus raches into the now-empty cereal bag, pulls out nothing, "eats" the nothing, and then repeats without ever blinking.

"Seriously," Jules sits down on the couch in the nook. "What happened?"

Shawn drags his hands down his face. "Those uh... those ghost hunters were onto something big," he croaks out. "Real... real big."

"How big?" Jules leans in. "Because that might make our findings make a little more sense."

"You uh... you talked to the dance studio owner?"

"Yes, but we didn't get anywhere. She just insisted that she was haunted and we find them so they can finish the job. What we did find out is that Johnny Toast is..." She shakes her head. "I don't even know how this is possible, but he's the grandson of the Queen of England."

"He's what?" It's jarring enough to snap Shawn out of his complete Brain Breakage. "Why's he in America hunting ghosts?"

"No clue. But it means our list of suspects got a whole lot bigger, and Interpol might get involved. This could become a diplomatic incident. You didn't find out anything related to that?"

"Uh, no. No, we... we didn't. Our thing seems stupid now." It doesn't. But how the hell does he explain why he, a supposed psychic, is rattled by a ghost?

Jules shrugs, putting her hands up and then plopping them back in her lap. "I'll take anything you've got."

"... Well, um... I see violence. Yes, great, great violence. They were both very experienced with guns, and had them on their persons during this trip."

"But there were no signs of gunshots at the hotel. ... Which might mean this was pre-meditated! It was done quietly, no witnesses- shoot, it's looking more and more like we'll have to get overseas offices involved." Jules stands up. "Thanks, guys. But answer your phone next time! Lassiter almost got the Chief to kick you off the case for ignoring us."

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"Okay, what've you got?" Shawn looks up at Gus from across the room.

"Almost nothing." Gus frowns at his laptop as he scrolls. "It's like this 'Little Butts' place barely exists. All I've found is a bunch of sci-fi and fantasy forums where some kid named TheMightySpence with threes instead of E's is complaining about living there."

"Dang it. I'm not getting anything much better. There's a few clips on the internet of these ghost hunting guys, a TV commercial, and some kind of... fan club website for Toast. None of it gives me any motive, in fact, these guys were best friends by the looks of it! There's mentions of them growing up together, Toast lost his mind once because Ghost disappeared according to this clip from some terrible TV show I found, it just... doesn't add up. And all I can find on this 'serial killer' from that town is urban legends."

"This case is beyond us, Shawn. Real ghosts, and now a town that doesn't really exist, and it's an international incident? We're in over our heads!"

"I know!" Shawn shuts his laptop. "But we can't just back out because our entire worldviews were shattered, Gus, because the police think I already believe in ghosts!"

"Tell them that this one is something you've never seen!"

"It is something I've never seen!"

"I know tha-!"

"Excuse me?"

They look up. In the doorway stands a tall, handsome man, with stylish stubble and clothes fit for some type of fancy business party. He has a posh British accent, and...

He's definitely the guy from the book cover.

"Sorry to drop in uninvited, I saw you were closed but the door wasn't unlocked so I ah, let myself in. I was wondering if you'd be available to help me and my partner?"

Gus makes a high-pitched squeal-scream sound from deep in his throat. Shawn stands up, slowly, and goes to swipe his arm through the man's body.

"OW!" The man grabs his arm where Shawn slapped it. "Sir! They're hostile!"

"I'M COMING, JOHHNY!"

A short man in a grey hoodie comes racing in, gun drawn! "BACK UP A SECOND THERE, SNICKERS, OR I'LL SHOOT YOU RIGHT IN THE FACE!"

Gus lets the scream out fully and backs up against the wall while Shawn quickly draws away with a scream of his own. Ghost keeps his gun on Shawn as Toast rubs his arm.

After a long moment of Shawn and Gus screaming, Shawn is able to take in a few details. He hones in on the various stains all over Ghost's hoodie, some of which are unmistakably blood, meaning he doesn't wash it. There's dark circles around his eyes, and bags, and his clothes are hanging pretty loosely on him. So he can't take care of himself very well, may even have mental problems.

Toast is very well put together, and completely unphased by the response of a gun to a slap. He called out for Ghost, so he knew this would happen. Despite Ghost being smaller, and Toast being literal royalty, he called Ghost sir, so Ghost is both the wildcard and the one in charge. Given the terrifying glint in Ghost's extremely tired eyes, Shawn thinks that's not the best arrangement they could've come to.

"Alright," Shawn says, breathing heavily from the adrenaline, "Let's all calm down here!"

"Us?! You hurt Johnny!"

"I thought he was a ghost at first!"

"Why would he be a ghost?!"

"Because we're investigating his murder right now, which you are- were- the main suspect of!"

"Oh." Ghost looks at his partner. "Yeah, I killed him last night."

"That doesn't make any sense! He's here, he's real!"

"... Yes?" Ghost sounds genuinely confused. "Because it was last night? Of course he's fine now. After we went to the dance studio and got chased out by those turtle ghosts we got to the condo and the studio left him in a dancing mood, and then I caught him having macaroni! He was so out of it he almost did The British Disco right in front of me, so I killed him before he could!"

"Still sorry about that, sir."

"But how is he here if you killed him?"

"And what the hell does macaroni have to do with this?! And what's The British Disco?!" Gus keeps his distance, though his fear has subsided a bit.

Only a bit.

"We called Billy and everything was fine!" Ghost snaps as if that means anything. "And macaroni is a drug, obviously, and The British Disco is a dance so beautiful that it kills you if you see it and aren't either British or already dead!"

"If you can just come back from the dead-"

"Back from the dead, don't'ca just love bein' back from the dead," Ghost sings suddenly.

"... Right, sure. If you can just come back from the dead, why'd you have to kill him so you wouldn't die?"

"That's a different kind of dying!"

"There's only one kind!"

"Sir," Toast pipes up, "It seems this is one of those places. Where they don't follow the normal rules of reality."

Ghost's scowl disappears. "You're right, Johnny! Oh, I hate these places." The gun suddenly disappears from his hands. "Alright, let's try this all again. Ahem. I am JOHNNY GHOST, PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR EXTRAORDINAIRE, AND THIS IS MY PARTNER JOHNNY TOAST! Together we are P.I.E!"

Shawn nods, taking another step back. Situation diffused... for now. "Shawn Spencer, psychic detective," he says carefully. "This is my partner Nebulous Nevins."

Gus doesn't wave, but he does stop trying to melt into the wall so hard.

"Well, now that we're all ah, acquainted, could we... ask for your help?" Toast ventures. "See, our coworkers stayed back home and it turns out there's four ghosts at-"

"The Santa Barbra School Of Dance?" Shawn says, putting his hand to his head.

"Yes, exactly. We don't have any guns to spare you at the moment, however-"

"We don't do guns," Gus says quickly. "Not with ghosts."

"Well that's stupid," Ghost scoffs. "What do you do when they attack you?"

"I'm a psychic, not a ghost hunter. The spirits are generally on my side."

"You sound like Spooker. Let's go Johnny, apparently we have to clear up your supposed murder with the police!" Ghost grabs Toast's arm and drags him out.

It takes a full fifteen minutes for Shawn and Gus to relax after the two leave. Gus screams intermittently for five of those minutes. Shawn screams with him.

By the end they're collapsed in their chairs, completely unwound.

"... They're going to get arrested," Shawn says faintly. "If they tell that same story."

"Or put in an institution," Gus agrees.

"... Why do I get the feeling they won't stay in either one of those?"

"There's also still a real ghost in that studio."

"Yeah..." Shawn blinks, and then sits up. "Dude. Toast said coworkers. There's more of them!"

Gus looks horrified. "Who might come here looking for them, or to finish the job at the studio!"

"Close up shop." Shawn pulls the blinds down. "Gus, I can't believe I'm saying this, but we need to keep those two guys out of prison so they can solve that turtle thing and get out of Santa Barbra!"

"How are we supposed to do that?! They're living in a completely different reality, Shawn! One word to Lassie and Jules will be enough!"

"I don't know! I-I'll think of something on the ride, but we are so not dealing with more than two people like that! I feel like my brain is trying to fry itself! Did you see the gun just disappear?!"

"Into thin air! They've gotta be some kind of demons!"

"With the way this case is going, I wouldn't be surprised."

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

IM BACK! i have been gone for a hot minute because my life caught on actual fire, but im back and better than ever baby <3

to make up for it, i'm posting two different snippets from two different fics, one firstprince and one tarlos! enjoy! thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, and @inflarescent for the tag!

agent reyes

TK greets him in the morning with a cup of coffee. 

The cup is made to perfection, and Carlos is seriously starting to doubt how much Paul is really involved in TK’s agenda here. 

Carlos murmurs a quiet thank you instead of screaming like he really wants to and approaches Marjan, who’s in a hoodie with the hood up, furiously typing. 

“Marj, have you even slept today?” 

“No sleep when we have a crime syndicate to take down.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, “but I have access to information that the CIA has spent years compiling. Why are you botheri- oh.”

Marjan flips her laptop around and Carlos is startled to find a clone of Sean Cunningham’s l staring back at him. “Marjan, what the fuck? How the hell did you – what?”

“Turns out Cunningham’s lackeys are kind of idiots because the video was sent from Cunningham’s main compound, where he stays. Really, the asshole apparently hasn’t ever heard of a firewall–”

Paul, who’s wandered over, interrupts her. “Marj, get to the point. You do this every time.”

Marjan rolls her eyes but continues. “I traced IP addresses back from the ransom video that was sent to TK’s email address and from there I hacked into his Wi-Fi connection–”

“Marjan, I don’t think any of the intel departments at Langley can do this.” Carlos is staring at her in awe.

She smirks at him, before continuing. “You fools need to stop interrupting me. Anyway, I just hacked through the four laptops hooked up to the Wi-Fi connection until I figured out which one was his. Voila!”

Carlos ducks down, pressing a palm flat to the table as he scrolls through the laptop. “Marjan, this is insane – we have data here that I could only dream of having.”

Marjan smiles tiredly, sipping at the mug of coffee Nancy hands her. “Babe, I think coffee is the last thing I need right now, but thank you. I love you very much,” she says while pressing the mug into Paul’s hands, “but Paul and Carlos are going to play now. We,” Marjan says, pulling Nancy close, “are going to go to bed now. ” Judd whistles from where he is in the kitchen, drawing a laugh out of everyone in the room. 

Nancy wraps her arms around Marjan in reply, “You heard her, gentlemen. I will be taking my girlfriend to bed now, and I expect no interruptions. My girlfriend needs her beauty sleep. It’s decaf, by the way!” she says, her voice faraway now.

alex runs for congress

“Politics hasn’t been my dream for almost twelve years, sweetheart,” Alex says softly, not really making eye contact with Henry.

“Alex, I know what happened with Richards and the emails was brutal, but we have nothing holding us back like that anymore and –”

“It’s not Richards, Hen, it’s you.”

That stops Henry cold, and he looks at Alex, mouth open in shock. “What do you mean?” Alex stays quiet, and Henry pushes further. “Alex, what do you mean?”

Alex continues to avoid eye contact with Henry as he starts talking again. “That night I came to Kensington Palace, you told me you wouldn’t trade one prison for another. You’re barely free from the Crown, Henry, and I don’t want to drag you into the circus of American politics, not when you hated being in the public eye so much, to the point that it almost cost me you. I refuse to let anything cost me you again, so I put all my dreams in a little box and locked it away, because I would rather live a quiet life with you and immigration law than a loud one alone in Congress. I was wine drunk at one of Mom’s fundraisers when I was talking to Erica about wanting to flip Texas again, and I didn’t think it would ever really come up again.”

Henry doesn’t answer, grabbing Alex’s face between his hands and pressing a featherlight kiss to his lips before resting their foreheads together. “Love, I didn’t realize you had that in the back of your mind, and that this was what is stopping you from entering politics. Listen to me,” he says, moving them so he’s looking at Alex eye to eye, “nothing is going to stop me from spending the rest of my goddamn life with you. You could lose your job, become a house husband, or go on to become the president of the United States, and I would not care.” Henry takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Do you want this, Alex? Like without the influence of anything else, deep down, do you want this? Do you want to run?”

i'm gonna tag @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @paperstorm, @bonheur-cafe, @chaotictarlos and @lightningboltreader!

[deadbydad]

Vanny - “Believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

I love your requests!

Vance Hopper has a fear of people abandoning him.

There's good reason behind it, really, everyone that he got close with ended up leaving him.

So you can't blame the blonde for being afraid that Finney would leave him next. It's a constant phrase that's repeated over and over in the back of his mind.

Vance knows deep down that the other male would never leave him, that he loves him with all his heart, but sometimes the fear takes over his thoughts and there's no stopping them.

Laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling, Vance was currently tracing the doddle that Finney had left on his hand in history class, smiling to himself as the drawing reminded him of his lover.

It was a rocket ship surrounded by stars and planets, a drawing that just screamed "Finney".

Putting his hand down on his chest Vance made a mental note that Finney was coming over today, meaning that the blonde should probably talk to his boyfriend about this fear of his.

"Hi."

The blonde turned his head towards the voice that belonged to his boyfriend, who was standing in the doorway, a smile on his pretty face and wearing what was Vance's hoodie at some point.

The smaller male walked over to the bed and sat down next to his lover.

"What are you thinking about," Finney asked as he tilted his head in curiosity which only caused the taller male next to him to just shake his head.

"It's nothing important."

"Bullshit."

Finney was right, it is important.

"Well, I guess you're right babe," the blonde admitted as he sat up and fiddled with his hand as he avoided eye contact with his lover.

"We should really talk about something." Finney tilted his head and scooted closer to Vance so their arms were touching. The shorter male grabbed his hand and gave him a smile of reassurance, not talking as if he was telling Vance that he didn't have to talk about it if he wasn't comfortable with it.

The taller male let out a shaky breath and smiled back before speaking.

"I have a fear of abandonment, and I know that you would never leave me but sometimes the thoughts and ideas of you just not wanting to be with me get to my head and I can't avoid them," Vance spoke as he ran a hand through his curly hair as he finally felt a weight that he didn't know was there being lifted off his shoulders.

The blonde felt his lover climb in his lap and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, one that was filled with passion and love for the taller male, it made him relax.

"Oh Vance, do you think I would ever leave you," Finney whispered as he tucked a strand of his lovers hair behind his hair. The taller male looked down and shook his head.

"Most people that I knew got tired of me and left," the male answered honestly while lifting his head when he felt his boyfriend cradle his face causing him to nuzzle into Finney's palm.

"Believe me, I will never be tired of you." Finney's soft voice made the taller male believe him, and for once those horrible lies that his head told him were silent and gone.

This boy really was the best thing that ever happened to him.

"I love you so fucking much Finney," Vance confessed with honesty as he rested his forehead against the shorter males.

"I love you too Vance," Finney softly spoke against his boyfriends lips, "more than you could possibly know." The taller male finally ducked down and kissed his lover and smiled into the kiss, his arms wrapping around the shorter males waist as he felt Finney wrap his own around Vance's neck and brought their bodies closer so their chests were touching.

Vance was going to marry this boy one day and he was gonna make sure that happens.

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I live for soft Vance Hopper, he deserves love and happeness.

Anyone who disagrees can fight me about it!

Anyway, I hope all of the Vance x Finney shippers, especially @vanneyiscanon, and especially the person that requested this!

I hope everyone enjoyed and I would love to hear everyone's feedback!

[aftergloom]

Just dropping in to ask about a little nugget in your pinned post under the WIP/Unreleased header called "Second Line." Aka a Gambit/Rogue Ante-adjacent AU. Whaaaat where when how 😱😱 Can you share a summary?

Tell you what I know: there ain’t no such thing as luck. Those who make an’ shake enough to get their chips lined up in such a way that it seems like fortune favours ‘em — well. They make it look easy enough, but I’ll tell you: anyone claiming as much gotta be one of the best liars I ever met, else my name ain’t Emil Lapin. I’ll tell you — Sometimes you can’t leave it to fate: sometimes you gotta stack the deck yourself.

Corner of Toulouse and Royal, February 16th. It’s a Tuesday. 

The location and the date are written across the face of a playing card; the invitation so ostentatious she almost didn’t make the trip. 

King of Hearts.

Sonofagun.

Rogue turns the little scrap of paper over once more, hugging the sign post as if it makes any difference: she could stand in the middle of the street and she wouldn’t be able to avoid the crowd, despite being one street over from the parade route. To that ends, she ducks away from a group of kids from Tulane, too loud already even before sunset, their go cup daiquiris and half-empty hand grenade cups swinging. Double fisting. 

One of them wears a chef’s hat. Bare chested. Little chef’s apron over shorts. 

It’s February and it’s a warm one, but not that warm. Least that’s what she tells herself: old habits, and all. She’s learned to ignore how the sweat collects in the small of her back when she’s wearing full fleece. If she tells herself enough times that she’s alright in her hoodie and skinny jeans — eventually she’ll believe it too.

(Hands folded around the invitation in her kangaroo pocket. Hood up.)

That kid’s showing too much skin.

She assesses the risk out of habit: the way he’s careening towards her, like he wants to say hi sloppily, and Rogue takes a moment to consider that the getup should turn him into a half-naked Swedish Chef. He doesn’t look it. He looks like a flasher who’s had too much to drink. He looks like a distraction.

She tips her head back, shaking her hair out of her hood when she feels the pull as it happens —

And turning, the sensation of almost getting goosed is a little like chasing a ghost.

You wouldn’t know you were getting your pocket picked unless you knew who ruled New Orleans’ streets, and you wouldn’t know why unless they invited you directly. 

Old habits, and all that.

She bites back a grin, letting a streak of white fall across her vision. Raking it back with a sigh, she searches for the weighted sensation of someone’s attention on her as if it might feel familiar: prickling across the skin like so many nights spent alone back in Bayville but not really, staring into the suburban dark while knowing there was more out there, but never really knowing just how close it was. Waiting for something to happen.

She touches her left back pocket, rolling her eyes. It’s empty. Of course.

“Looks like someone couldn’t do without Lady Luck after all,” she says to herself, biting back a grin.

Rogue chews the inside of her mouth, anticipation bubbling in her chest.

Alright, she decides. Let’s play.

Laughter carries through the crowd —

It doesn’t belong to anyone she recognizes, but she knows he’s out there, waiting for her to return his opener because if either of them make a misstep, the other always falls back in time; the other catches on the drop. Shuffling. Fifty-two card pickup. 

Rogue tips her head, flashing a smile at the chef-guy who’s only a bystander anyway, and draws from the reserves she’s got tucked away in the back of her mind: it’s like a playbook. She knows how this goes. She knows this town because he does too, and that knowledge sits tucked away someplace deep in her prefrontal cortex.

Her brain’s a bit like a library, and she’s got an all-access pass to every book that’s ever been checked in. Remy’s pages rustle a little like a whisper when she touches on that guidebook to the Big Easy he’d got stored in there, and just like that, Rogue knows these old haunts.

She knows, too, that there’s a problem with the invite. 

She replaces her stolen property with the King of Hearts, looking for her cue:

One distinctive face in the crowd. Or perhaps —

Rogue turns her gaze to the sunset falling over Royal street, the wrought iron balconies packed with krewe members and partygoers, revellers hoping to forget themselves for the last night before lent. So many wear masks. Costumes. Face paint. Disguises. She feels for a moment a little like Alice staring down the prospect of a entering another world.

Rogue takes it all in, thinking that this must have been a deliberate choice after all:

Everyone here can let themselves go for just one night.

But she’s never felt more like herself when she turns left, slipping through the throng of people at the startled expression beneath a shock of orange hair:

She flashes teeth — an apex predator sighting prey — and next thing Rogue knows, she’s given chase. 

Follow the white rabbit, she thinks —

Tacky strands of beads fall from overhead, caught by outstretched hands. 

But Rogue only has eyes for one thing:

He’s bolting, shimmying up a drainpipe and heading for the nearest rooftop in a display of dexterity that would put even Nightcrawler to shame. A flash of teeth. A wink. And he vanishes. 

Her heart gives a leap.

Rogue ducks through a gaggle of girls, dodging them, touching no one, and shoots past to the nearest alley. A fire escape. It clatters and groans as she lunges for the lowest rung, swinging and vaulting herself upwards.

She hears Emil’s bark of laughter, and she knows he’s watching her progress.

“Ah knew it was you,” she calls over.

That gives him pause. “How’s that?”

Rogue juts her chin, pausing in her climb. “Remy doesn’t favour the King of Hearts.”

Just the Queen, she thinks wryly.

This slows Lapin a hair, but just as quickly, he dances around the misstep. 

Rogue fights not to roll her eyes. “The King stabs himself in the head with his own sword,” she explains. As if that should be a given. 

Remy’s identifies with the death card:

The Ace of Spades.

Even his psyche chuckles at Emil’s misunderstanding.

Remy’s far too deprecating for the King. No matter how much he flirts. A little tension leaves Rogue’s shoulders, to be replaced with just a touch of rueful disappointment. Remy probably doesn’t even know she’s here.

Emil raises his eyebrows. “Thought I was being romantic or some—“

“Ah want that card back, Emil,” she warns, hauling herself topside to find him dancing at the very edge of the rooftop opposite. 

He waggles his fingers and the faded, softened-from-use Queen of Hearts flashes over his knuckles. It vanishes into thin air. A thief working a magic trick. 

Lapin bounces on the balls of his feet. He shrugs. Recovered. “Gotta catch me first, Rogue,” he calls back.

Someone ought to shove him back in the silk hat he popped out of.

She can see the rigging that he’s fastened to his belt and harness. A Thief’s trick. Emil’s got the city covered in cables — they used to run the rooftops like a gauntlet to keep themselves fit. 

Rogue doesn’t wonder about the other Guild. 

She doesn’t worry about them anymore.

It’s almost worth the shock of surprise on Emil’s face when she steps to the very edge of the roof, hands on her lips, smiling a half-grin that’s mostly self-deprecation anyway.

It’s been a long time since he’s seen his dumb face.

Maybe she even missed it a bit.

Rogue lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. “Suit yourself, sugar.”

She’s grinning as her toes lift off the roof: a mere three inches, her ankles tucking together as she hovers, muscles taut with control. Jean would be proud: Rogue’s form is damn near immaculate.

She flattens her palms against a bed of humid air that gathers her up, lifting her higher as the wind off the canal rolls through the Quarter, blowing her hair around her face and filling her with an airy lightness that makes her heart beat fast and hard against her ribcage.

She grins. 

Heart fit to bursting, Rogue realizes by the look on Emil’s face that she must look like a gosh darn superhero, and my oh my, what a change that must be for a Guild Thief who’s beat on her was a tracked SIM. Surprise, sugar! she wants to call down.

Lapin mouths a cuss word in French.

Rogue’s grin turns predatory.

“You best skedaddle.” He’s not going to get another warning.

Lapin vanishes off the rooftop — a two-scoot and dash, if she ever saw one. 

— And Rogue?

Rogue shoots down on him like a thunderbolt.

[stephaniebrownslover]

Annual Duck Competitions With Pastas And Tons Of Other Shit[Crack]—Part 4

Anas means duck in Latin.

Guys please give some reaction and tell me my mistakes and your opinions!

Also sorry if this chapter is bad but I'm ill.

There was silence in the atmosphere for a while. This was more reminiscent of the calm before the storm than a peaceful silence. 

As a matter of fact, that's what happened with Cody's intervention.

“Right. This is the worst thing I've ever heard."

Clockwork, with a rather serious expression, placed her left hand, which didn't has a wand around her waist.

"And your face is the worst thing I've ever heard."

"How dare you!"

Hoodie didn't even deign to break his calmness as Cody stood up angrily. This was a situation that he was very used to.

“Really? Is that the only thing you notice here?"

"Oh, you're right. Thanks, Hoot-Hoot."

Hoodie grimaced from under his mask at the nickname he heard, he really hated this stupid boy. And just when he thought he couldn't do anything even more stupid, Cody misled him once again.

"How dare you call me ugly just because you've heard some bullshit and not even bother to look at my face!"

"I give up."

Hoodie slightly scraped up the cloth face mask. He put his hand in his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, not caring that they were in an enclosed space. He first offered the package to Masky, then he himself took a branch of cigarette and placed it back in his pocket.

Clockwork knew that the inside would be covered by smoke, but she did not want to further distract the matter, which was already too drifted away.

“Fine. Before we get back, does anyone want me to explain why Cody's face is ugly?"

Or did she want to?

Of course, she was not surprised when she saw that no hands were raised from among the crowd.

"Good."

With a long stick in her hand, she pointed to Cody, who was sitting among the audience, crossed his arms around each other.

"When we look at Cody's face shapes, we see a unicorn vomited on it."

Cody just yell when he heard what was being said to him, he had learned by experience how passionate Toby's girlfriend was about arguments.

"Hey!"

And Jeff shouted from somewhere backstage, towards to Clockwork.

"And that unicorn is also a troll!"

"Yes!"

After hearing this, Toby muttered with using a tone of voice that only people sitting next to him could hear.

"I think we sho-uld bre-ak up."

"What, no! You guys are so cute together!"

When Nina suddenly shouted, Clockwork was very curious about what was going on. She certainly didn't like the fact that she wasn't in control of the situation.

"Hey, you two! What the fuck is going on there?!"

Nina got up from her seat and went near to Toby while she was talking., who was sitting at the back.

"Tobes and I were planning your birthday party, nothing important!"

Just as Toby opened his mouth to speak, Nina pressed her hand hard against his mouth.

"I said, mmphf-"

Clockwork raised one eyebrow in the air and posed the best question that could be asked in response to the strange sight in front of her.

"Why are you holding Toby's mouth?"

"Uh, because- Because he's hungry! I let him chew my hand until dinner!"

Toby slackened wearily under Nina's grip; he showed no further resistance. Instead he licked Nina's palm to help his silent rebellion.

"Um, okay."

Nina calmly made a sign to Cody to get up from his seat. Cody, who understood the signal instantly, got up and sat down in the vacant chair next to Jane.

"You're doing great, honey, keep talking!"

Nina and Toby were also sitting down; Nina's hand was still over Toby's mouth.

Clockwork pointed again with the stick in her hand to the heart-shaped Masky drawing she made just before their presentation.

"Jeff, put the love-boy-Masky-paper away."

"You can also buy it in auction later!"

After Jeff took the drawing in his hand, instead of placing it on the edge, he grasped it together with both hands and raised it above his head.

"We're not doing an auction."

He pressed the drawing to his own chest as he took it down.

"That's why no one came."

"I'm leaving."

Clockwork, who was annoyed when she saw Helen get up, addressed him.

"I'd sit down if I were you, scumbag. I wouldn't want my baby face ruined."

Helen was clenching his fists while trying to control himself to stay calm.

"Take back your words."

"Make me."

Liu put his hand on Helen's shoulder. Looking into his eyes, he shook his head from side to side, gently squeezed her shoulder. 

When Helen sat down, Liu was the one who spoke this time.

"Brother, can you finish this meaningless presentation as soon as possible please? Unlike you, some of us have quite busy lives."

Clockwork gave a rather short answer to this question, as if it had been addressed to her.

"Shut up, nerd."

"No one can call my brother nerd except me!"

When Jeff shouted angrily this time, winds of chaos began to blow around.

"Enough!"

A figure in a blue mask standing up from the audience caused both of them to stop.

"Oh shit, Jack was here?"

Jeff was surprised to see the creature he described as his friend. He thought that hhe didn't have time for this kind of work. Moreover, Jeff had told Masky not to insist because he knew that he was uncomfortable with crowded environments.

Jack pointed to Jeff with one of his long, gray fingers.

"You, immediately cut this stupid behavior."

Then he turned his attention to Clockwork.

"And you'd better finish this damn presentation soon."

As he pointed at him again, Jeff was startled by the black gaps under his mask.

"Or your dumb friend will have a punch in his pumpkin like face."

Instead of making a deal, she preferred an option that would cause a fight again.

"Try me."

"With pleasure. But I have things to do."

Jack was watching Clockwork with a menacing expression. It could not be said that he saw the surroundings exactly. More like he could distinguish shapes, but that was enough for him.

Zero shouted in a high-pitched voice from among the small crowd.

"Hey, nobody can punch Clock other than me!"

Clockwork took a deep breath with boredom, tried to use a calm tone of voice.

"You can't punch me too, Zero."

Zero used an even louder tone of voice this time, her voice almost resembled a battle cry.

"No one can punch Clock without me!"

Sitting in the corners of the middle row, Sally covered her ears, annoyed by the loud noise she was constantly exposed to. She also knew that this would not do any good, but she would prefer it to be a little quieter.

"They are very noisy."

Ben nodded, making it clear that he agreed with her.

"I know, Sally, I know."

"They are like a big baby."

Ben couldn't take it anymore and squeezed Sally's cheek.

"God, why are you the only sane person in this manor?"

Sally was holding her hands to her ears on the one hand, and on the other she was trying to distance herself from Ben.

She really hated being treated like a little baby.

"Silence in the court!"

"Yes, what Jeff said!"

Thinking that they couldn't do a job when Jeff and Clockwork just keep shouted, Masky threw his finished cigarette on the floor of the house; then he put it out with the help of his shoe.

"Everyone, go back to your seats, now!"

After a few seconds, the peaceful atmosphere attached to the cotton thread had been restored.

“Right. I'll keep the presentation if this shit is over."

Clockwork spoke again, looking at Jeff.

"Where was I?"

"Lover-kid Masky."

Ignoring Jeff completely, she turned her gaze to the audience.

"Oh yes, why we chose the ducks."

Using a rather serious tone of voice, she directed a question to the crowd.

"Has anyone attacked by a duck before?"

She was really surprised to see that no one raised their hand. She pointed with the index finger of her left hand at the smiling Jeff.

"No? Just this idiot?"

Clockwork used her stick to gently press against Jeff's chest while the crowd kept their stunned gaze.

"You told me that everyone was attacked by ducks!"

Jeff took a few steps backward, moving himself away from the pointy end of the stick. 

"Because they supposed to!"

Clockwork took a step forward and addressed the crowd again.

"We'll pretend this question didn't happen. Anyways, we chose to race the ducks because they are the most aggressive animals in whole world."

"And they can hurt you so badly!"

She didn't even turn his face to her when Jeff shouted from behind.

"Yes, Jeff, they hurt very badly. But the thing is, ducks have spirit's of true warriors."

This is the second time Ann has spoken out since the presentation happened. She really thought very contrary to Clockwork in this regard, and she felt the need to state it.

"Ducks are weak."

"No, keep your mouth shut, Ann. Ducks are awesome and they can kick everyone's ass."

Jeff called out from behind again.

"And they're very cute."

"What, no! Ducks are warriors of the wild!"

Clockwork shouted using an extremely harsh tone of voice.

"They even worshipped ducks in ancient Egypt because of their strong nature."

Liu could put up with Clockwork's nonsense for his brother, but giving false information to society?

This was an absolutely unacceptable mistake.

"I have to intervene, but I think this information is just mixed with another common belief. Did you mean a cat I believe?"

"I know what I'm saying, library-head. Jeff and I discovered an ancient Egyptian cult, which worships ducks."

Liu couldn't find anything to talk about because he was in absolute shock. 

He didn't know exactly which part surprised him more, that there was a cult that worshipped ducks, or that these two people had revealed the existence of such secret cult?

Of course, they could also be lying.

"Yes, they were very weird! I think they tried to sacrifice me to their goddess."

Helen murmured to himself.

"Good Lord."

Clockwork was eager to continue her speech as she had finally managed to reach the main important place.

"Yes, yes. This is all unnecessary, shitty information."

"I was fuckin' dying!"

"Maybe I should have just allow it. Whatever. The main thing is, this cult is still keeping up to their activity. They think they survived with the help of their holy goddess Anas."

Clockwork took the pencil that was on the in front of the board and began to make a drawing to make what she was saying sit better in their minds.

"This duck has been living for thousands of years and protecting them. And we need permission from their goddess for duck races."

When she finally finished the drawing, what appeared on the board was a three-eyed duck clothed in a rather fancy way. In addition, she pulled out several arrows and wrote these things;

'She Can Talk'

'Quite clever'

'She can Fly'

'Can spray fire from her mouth'

The crowd was so surprised by this situation that they didn't know what to say.

This couldn't be real, could it?

These two idiots must have been drunk or something, or they were just lying since it was too absurd to be true.

Other parts

When Jeff shouted in an enthusiastic tone of voice, a few words had come out of his mouth caused everyone to be even more shocked.

"And I stole their duck goddesses!"

[ravendarkwood]

Okay I'm just going to gush about my design headcanons for the eggs! Sorry if this gets long, I simply have a lot of thoughts. Part of my design ideas were base them less on dragons and more on what kind of dragon they wanted to be + one (or sometimes more) of their parents. I shall be going in my height order headcanons. Under the read more because this is going to get very long. Some have way more detail than others.

Chayanne: So canonically Chayanne wants to be a water dragon when he hatches, so you know the typical gills, webbed hands and feet, scales at different parts of his body, the works, and a lot of these elements in yellow (I really love the signature colors things from the signs) specifically based off of this fish (warning for dead fish in pics, but it's just a fish that ombres from like a peach to a yellow) and a yellowtail snapper. He also has wings, specifically wings from a sinaloa crow, but they're too small for him to fly just yet. Looks about ten-ish.

As far as Chayanne's fashion goes, I've always imagined him as leaning more alt, specifically some light flavors of emo in his design. I've gone through a bunch of designs for Chayanne's clothes, and the current design is a yellow duck themed baggy hoodie (I think the floatie looks a bit hard to move in on human designs), a black shirt with a ribcage and hardcore heart design (maybe cropped at the waist with shorter sleeves? I need to draw it out), black and white striped arm warmers, torn up dark capris with a ton of autumn or Halloween themed patches, candy corn themed long socks or tights that you can see through the holes in the capris, and his boots from Saint Nickolas Day. He wears asymmetrical earrings, one being a Yin (from Yin and Yang) symbol.

Chayanne's skull mask is based off of day of the dead face paint, and very specifically this one description I found where the website said that face paint represents lost loved ones, which seeing as I found it no where else probably isn't true, but what a cool idea for a character like Chayanne. I imagine Chayanne's skull has painted on potato flowers around the eyes, a bouquet of a sunflower, a pink poppy, a cyan rose, and a red rose on his cheekbones, a crown across his forehead, and maybe some elements of Aztec water designs around the teeth idk how busy that'd be I'd have to draw it out.

Scar wise I imagine that Chayanne has some pretty heavy face scaring from the Nightmare that he covers up with the skull mask. I'm still debating whether his feathers are clipped or not from the Feds.

Coloring wise I think Chayanne and Tallulah look very similar, tanned skin with freckles, blue-green eyes, but Chayanne has long, blond and straight hair.

I swear not all of them are going to be that long, but Chayanne's just my favorite so I've put a lot of thought into him.

Tallulah: I'm struggling a bit with Tallulah still, specifically the nature elements, because Tallulah wants to be like a nature/flower dragon, and right now she just looks like an elf with flowers in her hair so I'm still developing that. The problem is that I'm squicked out by plants growing out of skin, so the struggle is there. She also has wings, specifically that of a Tamaulipas crow. She has long claws, but they're curved for digging purposes (Like this maybe?). She also looks about ten-ish.

Tallulah is similar to Chayanne in that she has some alt fashion leanings, but is more lightly grunge. She wears a magenta flannel over a blouse with a square neckline with marigold and poppy embroidery. The blouse has a bleach dyed design of the Radio Egg name and logo. She wears dark jeans tucked into her Saint Nickolas Day boots. Jewelry wise she wears asymmetrical earrings, one being a yang symbol, and she also wears a tattoo choker. She also has hearing aids, and I'm debating on her having one of those clips to attach them to her shirt? On one hand it's so cute and it makes sense if she's fighting all the time to make sure they don't fall off and get lost, on the other hand I just need to do more research into hearing aids.

Scar wise Tallulah has a scar across her neck from her first death, where I headcanon that Phil nearly decapitated her, and the tattoo choker she wears is to cover that scar.

This is also where I get my headcanon that Tallulah has very short hair. Like a couple of inches long at most, and that before her first death she had longer hair. The code monster grabbed her by her hair, Phil killing her cut through her hair and since then she's insisted on keeping it short, and even then she covers it with various hats.

Ramon: So I struggled with Ramon's design for a while, but I was actually mainly inspired by four things: Albino Pepito designs, fireflies, the character Audrey Rocio Ramirez from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and his Meathead.

My Ramon is a albino black boy, for a couple of reasons. Mostly I was worried about colorism within fandom designs with regards to albino Pepito and dark skinned Richarlyson or Sunny designs (which I feel is an entirely different discussion not for right here but I was thinking about that with these designs, so hopefully I managed to avoid that somewhat?), but also white is Ramon's signature color so I wanted to play with that a bit. He looks about nine or eight-ish.

I don't think has said what kind of dragon he wants to be when he hatches, and I struggled for a while with what to make him, but it wasn't until I watched him lead a firefly over to Fit that inspiration struck: a poison dragon.

I'm imagining a Ramon with aposematism, glow in the dark or bright colored patterns on his skin, like how Monarch Butterflies is brightly colored to warn birds that it tastes bad. I'm still developing what other fantasy features I might give him, but I really like the poison/glow in the dark idea. I think it goes with Fit's apocalypse theming pretty well. I'm still thinking about what designs to go with, but right now I'm thinking about like a blue ringed octopus or various bugs I've seen.

Clothing wise I imagine Ramon wearing a muted red jumpsuit that he wears half off, like tying the sleeves around his waist? And under that wearing like a tank top. Tools strapped to his side, thick ass gloves, goggles on, just ready to work on create.

Accessories wise I do lean more towards the mustache being a print on a handkerchief that he wears over his mouth, but I'm still debating on that. What I do know is that he has dreadlocks, and either wears real flowers in his hair when he braids them and/or locs jewelry like this.

Dapper: I'm still working on Dapper, but he canonically wants to be a feathered serpent when he hatches, so I'm thinking of covering him in down feathers so he looks even more baby. He is the same height as Ramon and Leo, and looks about nine or eight-ish.

Clothing wise I'm leaning more fancy to match with the top hat, but just decked out in magical accessories. I'm still working on him. He might also have wings? Dunno, rotating him in my head going hmmmmm.

Leo: Leo is another one that I'm actively working on. I don't think Leo has said what kind of dragon she wants to be she hatches, but I went with a gemstone dragon for amethyst reasons + whatever Foolish is. I've headcanoned him as an Atlantean Golem of Undying, so I'm going with that for Leo's design as well, maybe also giving her some shark or other fish themes because of that, but I'm still working on her. I know that I want her to have a bunch of masks that she can switch to. She's the same height as Ramon and Dapper, and looks about nine-eight ish.

Pomme: Pomme wants to be a fairy dragon, so I decided to go very insect with her, specifically a Old World Swallowtail (specifically the dorsal side), and the parent that I decided to base her off of was Antoine, so she kind of ended up being inspired by Hornet from Hollow Knight? I'm imaging her with a cracked oval mask with red and blue paint smeared across the cheeks, her limbs that are black and very insect like, a beautiful dress inspired by art deco fashion, and she still has that cute apple beret. Age wise I imagine her as six? But like a tall six, so she's taller than Richas.

Richarlyson: Richas wants to be a water dragon! I've picked out like six fish to draw inspo from, specifically the Tosanoides aphrodite, Scarus zelindae, Noronha wrasse, Acanthurus tractus, Acanthurus coeruleus, and Dactylopterus volitans. Other than the fish elements, I'm thinking of making his curls more like Felp's curls? And besides that I think my Richarlyson design is close to the fandom design. I am also debating on making him a cat boy (kitten boy since he's baby?) too. I imagine him looking about seven-ish, but a short seven-ish.

Sunny: So Sunny might need to be changed a bit with recent lore, but long story short Sunny is a fire elemental, because she wants to be a fire dragon + I headcanoned Tubbo as an elemental but he might actually be a robot?

So Sunny design is like black skin like how lava cools into black rocks? She has freckles that look like those sparks that fires spit out, and her pigtails are just straight up lava that you get in lava lamps, just bright orange blobs that are actually moving and flowing.

Sunny's clothes I'm imaging it as poofy, but also Steampunk and Victorian inspired, maybe with costume wings? I'm also imagining her with a boa made out of fire. Age wise I imagine her as like, 3-ish.

Empanada: She's another one that I'm struggling with, because there's a couple of ways I want to take her? I'm imagining her as a demon, as a calico catgirl, just a full on antro cat. If she does end up being more human in design, I'm imagining her as tan and freckled, and part Korean, with pink and grey split colored hair.

Her clothes are something I'm struggling with. It's primarily Lolita style inspired, but I'm struggling with an actual theme? I did pick out like four cookies from each of her moms' cultures to base an outfit on, but I'm debating on whether to double down on the baking theme. I do think I've decided that her outfit isn't going to have a visible waist, to make her look baby. She looks about 3-ish too.

Pepito: I think I'm going with pink axolotl for Pepito for now because it's cute, but bunny Pepito is also something I've been thinking about. I do know that I want Pepito to have hearing aids and the thickest glasses you can see on a baby, and I want Pepito to have the darkest human skin tone out of the eggs. I've been imagining him in a red and white stripped onesie, and also about 3-ish.

Chunsik: New egg new egg! The most baby, I've been imagining him at like 2-ish years old? I know that I want him in a cyan hanbok, and I'm debating on more fantasy elements, though I am excited by the crocodile and space theming that his parents have been getting, that could be fun to play with.

I think that's everyone and everything? This turned out way longer than I thought oh boy.

I've been thinking about all the QSMP egg humanoid designs and how amazing the headcanons and little details for them are!

What's your favorite egg design headcanon? :>

[sleepsart]

I just really wanted to draw Jimmy's pants. They're silly. I love them.

[ ID 1: A digital full body drawing of Jimmy and Scott from 3rd life. They are dancing together. Jimmy is bent over slightly with one hand up in the air and the other hand holding Scott's hand. He has one foot on the ground and the other one bent behind him. His head is ducked down. He is wearing a hoodie with a sweater underneath. His pants are striped and have patches with various different patterns on them. He is wearing rain boots and his hair is covered in flowers. Scott has one hand in the air and the other is holding Jimmy's. He has one foot on the ground and one raised slightly behind him. He is wearing a jacket over a turtleneck sweater. He's wearing a long skirt and rain boots. His jacket has a patch on each arm with various patterns and as well as one patch on his sweater. He is smiling and has a flower behind his ear. Both of them have a ring on their ring fingers. They are colored in a faded yellow, red, blue, green, and white pallet. The background is textured to look like old yellowed paper. End ID 1]

[ ID 2: A copy of image one with a slight overlay of a paper texture. It's tinted lightly with yellow and looks old. End ID 2 ]

[ ID 3: A copy of image two. The overlay is much stronger and the picture looks more faded. End ID 3 ]

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Last night I watched a video that had to do with some creepy text tape in a zombie game, basically hearing the reactions of the world to the apocalypse and this specific one was of a pastor in a church who was bitten and knew he was going to die so was doing was last sermon. And it lowkey scared the piss out of me since I was an idiot and watched it at midnight. Ended up staying up till 2 am because I needed to get my mind off of it.

I’ve always had a really bad fear of zombies (and am still a bit paranoid that the zombie apocalypse could happen but that’s just anxiety talking) but recently I’ve also gotten interested in zombie media...

tl;dr of my ramble: it’s my phobia and I get to choose how to cope with it!

I just thought this would be interesting is all, since I already made a human lunar design to think of what would happen if I plopped him in the zombie apocalypse. But instead of doing the usual expected thing, I wanted to make it different. So here’s some facts about it:

-He got bitten but isn’t fully a zombie (assume the bite was in some way Eclipses fault). Zombies don’t bother him anymore though because they can’t tell he’s still sentient/alive. He sewed back up the sweater that got ripped in the attack and uses the hoody to hide the bite mark so that he can still safely interact with humans (who are actually the biggest threats to him). Half of his face and one of his hands are green so he uses his clothes to hide that to the best of his ability. 

-Usually his alliances with different humans doesn’t last long, as they end up finding out he is bitten and freak out and try to kill him. 

-He doesn’t know how to use a gun but is rather good at dodging bullets. His main strategy to avoid getting shot is to duck either behind something or run to the nearest horde and dart into their. The humans are never brave enough to follow him and more zombies means a harder time hitting him, and since they ignore him it works well.  

-Obviously he doesn’t have his contacts on so his eyes are pink. Colored contacts aren’t a priority in the apocalypse.

-To stop himself from harming humans he always has some bits of raw rabbit or another animal on him to eat when he feels “bitey”

-You can usually tell when he’s getting bitey because of his eyes. You can pretty clearly see the differences among the drawings where he’s calm and cheerful and where he’s devouring meat XD

Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[satinsumu]

favour. || oikawa t.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, creampie

summary: your friend, the good samaritan oikawa, does you a favour by taking your virginity—a little too willingly.

a/n: written in one sitting on a whim and did not proofread lol please i loooove the first time trope

oikawa stares at you in disbelief, his warm, chocolate eyes wide and fixated on you.

“what?” you sigh, starting to regret casually mentioning that you’d never actually slept with anyone before. “why is that such a surprise to you? is it really such a bad thing?”

“no,” he quickly says, regathering his composure. “you’re just so cute, i’d expect a line of guys waiting to get at you.”

“they are,” you laugh teasingly, the sound causing his heart to flutter. “doesn’t mean i’d want to fuck them though—didn’t you tell me not to settle?”

“of course!” oikawa exclaims, a look of what appears to be slight relief washing across his face. “but you never got curious? just tried it even once?”

“it’s kind of scary,” you admit nonchalantly, never keeping secrets from your friend. “men are scary, honestly. you never know if they’re just gonna hit it and quit it.”

“yeah, your first time should definitely be with someone who cares about you,” he nods, throat feeling oddly dry.

you sigh in a way that says, i’ll-never-find-someone-like-that-so-why-even-bother?

oikawa licks his lips, and contemplates his next question.

“you always have me,” he chirps, a sickening sweet smile plastered across his face. “if you want your first time to be good, guaranteed.”

you want to smack him and tell him to stop joking, but the way your heart skips a beat tells you that this might just be all you ever wanted. and with the way he’s eagerly waiting your response, hiding behind the charming grin you know so well, you get a feeling that this could be something more than just a little favour he’s offering to do.

and that’s how you ended up in his room just one night later, the prettiest (but not overdone) lingerie set under your skirt and your hoodie as oikawa locks his door—not that he needs to.

he makes his way over to the side of his king-sized bed as you take a seat on the mattress, him towering over you with a casual smile on his face.

though, it feels like there’s something else to it. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the great oikawa tooru, breaker of hearts, was nervous.

“so!” he chirps, clapping his hands together as his eyes linger on your thighs pressed against the blankets for a second too long. “is there anything off-limits?”

“uh,” you think for a moment, interlocking your fingers. “no anal.”

“no problem,” he hums with a nod. “anything else?”

“not really,” you say, fidgeting in place. this is so weird. “i guess i’ll just tell you if something comes up.”

“okay,” he agrees, unzipping his jacket as he tosses it onto the chair beside his desk. “one more thing—are you on the pill?”

“yeah?” you answer, tilting your head at him, the gears in your mind turning just a bit more slowly than his.

“cool. just wondering,” oikawa chuckles, eyes glimmering at you.

and with that, he closes the remaining space between your faces, locking his lips with yours and taking you by surprise. your eyes flutter shut instinctively, although you gasp into his mouth at the gesture.

oikawa takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, swirling it around your own before biting your lower lip gently. 

you pull away briefly, short of breath at the unexpected kiss, eyes displaying a mixture of shock and confusion, though not unhappiness.

“kissing is important,” oikawa shrugs, face glowing with a bit too much content. 

he pulls you in by the nape of the neck once more, kissing you gently, but passionately. you slowly release the tension in your furrowed brows as you wrap an arm around his neck, unable to get enough of his minty breath, and the way he sucks at your tongue.

his hand slowly travels down from your cheek to the bottom of your hoodie, tugging at it once to gesture for you to let him take it off. you break the kiss for another moment as he hauls the article of clothing over your head, his eyebrow raising at the sight of you wearing nothing but a bra underneath.

“what’s the point in wearing a shirt if i’m just gonna take it off anyway?” you mumble, cheeks feeling hot under his gaze.

“you look pretty,” he beams at you.

you’re so flustered by his compliment—you two are just “friends,” after all—that you don’t notice the tent forming in his grey sweatpants.

before you can say anything in response, oikawa is crashing his lips against yours once more, this time with fervor, hunger, and desire. you struggle to keep up with the pace he’s set, occasionally panting in between kisses as he slips a hand into the cup of your bra.

you gasp at the contact, his hand slightly cold against your warm skin while he just smiles sweetly at you, gently pushing you down against his mattress by the shoulders. he leans back down to lock his lips with yours while still kneading your breast with one hand, the other pressed against the headboard above you. you don’t even noticed that he’s unclasped your bra and tossed it aside.

the area between your thighs begins to feel slightly warmer than before as you rub your legs together, taken aback by the sensation. oikawa pulls away from you for a second to take his shirt off, and you feel your heart lodge itself in your throat at the sight of his torso; his tan, muscular build is really something straight out of a magazine (literally).

“like what you see?” he smirks teasingly as you look away, but he uses one hand to turn your head back towards him. “eyes on me, baby.”

it’s in that moment you feel like you’re finally seeing the oikawa tooru that everyone else sees: the charismatic, experienced lady magnet that you’ve never even given the time of day.

a breath escapes you at the intimacy, but returns to your lungs in gasps once oikawa leans in to tower over you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow above your head. he begins trailing kisses down from your lips to your jawline, to your neck and your chest, then to each breast as he takes one of your nipples gently between his teeth.

“o-oika—” you stutter, squirming at the sensitivity, but he doesn’t stop.

“call me tooru when we’re in bed,” he enunicates, swirling his wet tongue around the bud. he can’t help but smirk at how cute you look, all hot and bothered underneath him.

the sensation of his saliva against the tip of your skin makes your heart pound, and it’s almost hard to focus on which breast feels better when he’s kneading the other one with his large, strong hands. 

you find yourself running your fingers through his hair as your eyes squeeze shut, the softness of his head oddly comforting as he continues to nip at your skin.

but the comfort doesn’t last for long.

you feel his lips leave your chest as they begin to travel further and further down, the trail of kisses left along your belly indicating exactly where he’s going. he hikes your skirt up to your waist with a flick of his wrist, marveling at the matching underwear you’re wearing beneath it.

“wow, just for me?” he coos, licking his lips. “i’m honoured.”

you wrack your brain for some sort of witty remark to wipe the shit-eating grin  off his face, but he plunges his hand between your thighs and draws a long, slow line against the thin cloth over your cunt before you can say anything.

“o-oikawa!” you cry, flinging your head against his pillow at the shock he just sent through your body. it was sudden, but... pleasurable.

“i told you,” he murmurs, gazing at you with dark eyes. “call me tooru.”

his last sentence comes out like a threat once you feel his finger slide up and down your underwear faster, the contact against your folds driving you crazy. you feel the fabric grow slightly damp as it gets wetter with every teasing stroke of his hand, and you know he can feel it too.

“feel good, princess?” he chuckles, unable to tear his eyes off of your flustered face while you give him small nods, too embarrassed to look at him. he pushes the middle section of your panties to the side with ease and slides a finger into you slowly, your arousal making it smooth for him to do so.

“so diiiirty,” he hums at the way your breath hitches, and the way his digits squelch against your juices. “and all i’ve done is put a finger in you.”

“f-feels good, tooru,” you breathe, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. oikawa feels himself get much harder at your reassurance, pride swelling up in his chest.

he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“it better,” he grins cheekily. he slips another finger into you, moving in and out with languid motions so you can feel every bit of him as he curls his fingers upwards. 

you gasp at the way he seems to hit a spot inside you that feels a bit different than before, but whine once you feel him pull his fingers out.

“what’re you—ah!”

before you can finish your question, oikawa’s ducked his head between your legs, licking your juices up from your folds. he pulls the panties off of you before spreading your legs wide open and holding your thighs down firmly, the hem of your skirt resting gently against his head as he eats you out.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you pant, seeing stars in your eyes. you can’t believe oikawa tooru has his tongue in your cunt, licking up and down, teasing your clit like his life depends on it.

your hands grip the sheets in fistfuls as you stare at the ceiling, biting your bottom lip so hard you think it might bleed.

oikawa takes the small bud between your folds with his mouth and sucks, before dragging his tongue around it and licking your arousal off of your skin.

“mm,” he breathes into you, his voice muffled from below. “taste so... good...”

your juices are flowing onto his face as he laps it up relentlessly, his tongue sending spasms of pleasure through your body. a coil begins to build itself in your core, and you think you’re going to snap if he keeps going at this rate.

but the next second, the contact is gone.

“w-wait,” you whine, seeing oikawa get up from the edge of the bed.

oikawa doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement.

“don’t worry, i’ll let you cum tonight,” he reassures you, pulling down his sweatpants and revealing the huge bulge in his boxers. “just not with my mouth—not this time.”

your eyes widen at his size as he drags his remaining undergarments off, his cock springing out from beneath.

it looks big. and hard. 

like it’s swollen, and intimidating. you’re not sure if the veins along the side or the overall size make you more uneasy.

although oikawa seems to get a nice little ego boost from expression as he chuckles, “it’ll fit.”

you’re reminded of how he immediately deprived you of pleasure just now, and pout at him.

“just hurry uuuuup.”

“didn’t take you for an impatient one,” he laughs, leaning over you as he plants one hand beside your head, and gives his aching member a few good pumps with the other. “are you ready?”

you give him a small nod, biting your lower lip as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds. you feel a little tingle from the contact as you wrap your arms around his neck, perhaps out of desire for some comfort.

he slowly slides himself into you, pausing to let you adjust to his size as you hold your breath, before bottoming out and stretching you wide open. you squeeze your eyes shut at the foreign sensation, though it’s not unpleasant.

“doing okay?” he murmurs in your ear, to which you give him a small nod, still practically hugging him to your body. “i’m gonna start moving.”

you feel the sides of his cock drag along your walls inch by inch as he slowly pulls out of you, until the throbbing tip is just barely in between your folds. then, without warning, he thrusts himself deep inside you.

“ah!” you cry out, clinging onto him for dear life, but never telling him to stop. it feels good being clenched around him, your bodies so close together and fitting within each other like puzzle pieces. 

“fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “you’re so damn tight.”

he slides himself out of you again and repeats the action, slowly gathering more speed until he’s really fucking you at a set tempo. 

you feel his hips snap against yours as he pulls himself in and out of you at a rapid pace, the mild discomfort slowly turning into pleasure.

“t-o-o-ru,” you gasp, your words split up with each of his thrusts into your body as you dig your nails into his skin.

“right here, baby,” he grunts, rutting into you with continuous force. “that feel good?”

“y-yeah,” you pant in his ear as he grips the headboard tightly, not giving a damn if the neighbours can hear the wood knocking against their wall. “f-feels so, ngh! good!”

“you’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, pulling out and slamming his throbbing cock back inside you, watching your body move back and forth on the bed with every one of his motions. “and you take my cock so well.”

he slides himself out of you briefly as you blink at the loss of contact, barely able to process what’s happening before he flips your body over.

“get on all fours,” he orders, with surprising authority—and need.

“i thought i said no anal,” you remark, though already getting into the position he wanted.

“relax,” oikawa smiles at you, tracing a finger slowly down your spine and onto your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze that sends tingles through your body.

your body twitches once you feel him rub the head of his cock against your folds, still wet from your arousal. he inserts himself back into your aching cunt that was tired of clenching around nothing, a new wave of pleasure washing over you.

“a-ah...” you moan, tossing your head back at the new sensation. you back yourself into him as you feel oikawa put both of his large hands on your body,  gripping your waist.

and once he starts to move, you know it won’t be long before you cum.

he’s thrusting himself into you mercilessly now, his cock so deep inside of your wet cunt that you feel like he’s literally rearranging your guts. 

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts with each snap of his hips. “doing so good.”

the pleasure is overwhelming as he hits a spot inside you that you didn’t even know could feel this way.

“tooru!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes at how hard he’s slamming his dick inside you, overcome with how fucking good it feels. “d-don’t stop.”

“i won’t until you cum,” he growls in your ear, leaning over so his chest is pressed against your sweaty back. “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

you nod furiously as you bite your lip, small dribbles of saliva leaking out of your mouth at how good he’s fucking you. god, you look so angelic, wearing nothing but a tiny skirt, ass perked up just for him while he rails you into tomorrow.

“g-gonna cum,” you whimper at the same familiar coil building in your core from earlier as oikawa thrusts faster and faster, your tits bouncing back and forth as they hang above the mattress.

“cum for me, princess,” oikawa grates, barely holding onto his own orgasm with how tight you are around him. “taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you so good.”

“tooru-ah! tooru!” your cries of his name fill the room with the lewd slapping sounds of his balls against your ass, the unbelievable speed he’s ramming into you at on the cusp of desperation.

“let me see you fucking cum,” he curses, moving one hand between your thighs to play with your sensitive clit. the pleasure sears through your body as your vision grows slightly hazy from the stimulation. “cum on my cock, baby.”

“w-want you to cum inside,” you breathe, not sure of how much you can last longer. you don’t need to ask twice as he rubs fast circles with his slender fingers against your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you with incomparable speed. “a-ah! t-tooru, i’m gonna c-cum!”

you feel the coil inside you snap as your walls clamp down against his cock, your juices flowing out of your cunt and down your thighs as oikawa continues grinding against you.

“f-fuck,” he curses, giving you one last, deep, hard thrust as you feel the tip of his cock touch your cervix, groaning as he chases his own orgasm right after yours. he’s still hugging you close to his body as you feel his warm seed spill inside you, the white fluids trickling onto the bed sheets in a mixture with your own.

you’re gasping, out of breath as oikawa pulls himself out of you, the two of you flopping onto the bed together. you lay in the quiet of each other’s pants, staring at the ceiling.

frankly, you’re still in a bit of disbelief over what just happened—you just let oikawa tooru, your friend, fuck you on his bed and take your virginity.

he made you cum. and made you beg for him—willingly.

“how’d it feel?” oikawa asks after a few seconds, breaking the silence with his familiar smile.

“good,” you admit with a giggle as oikawa turns his head to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“wanna go again?”