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eobe · 2 months ago

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Happy Valentine's Day to you all 🥰✨ARC trooper Echo CT-1409 is CT-1402 today and he's coming for you 😽 Get SHOT! 😎💘

Big shout-out to @lonewolflupe's wholesome Valentine's event 💘 Spread love, send messages, melt and drown in sugar, because you're the most loving and supportive community I've never dared to dream of 🥰

A close up, why it’s Echo, the targets and the inevitable ramble below the cut… 🏹

I always get grumpy and blushing when too much pink, glitter, candy and stuff, but deep inside I can't help myself and yield cuteness overload dopamining 🫠✨

ARC trooper Echo is on duty for this day and he won't do a job without the best and most badass gear! ✨😈 He even borrowed himself a winged sky trooper jetpack and Omega’s bow, but only because he can 😎✨ But Maker, he's allowed, he deserves and it's Echo! 💕

Have a closer look. I never did lighting like this before! 🤩 I don't know if it's accurate – I just thought and tried to imagine of how materials would reflect, how much and where and in which angle 🤯✨

I had fun and some frustration figuring his pose! First, he's with the jetpack, what to do with the legs?

Second, as I'm an archer myself, I wanted to give him a good archer posture, but he has a scomp too! +50 skill, +50 difficulty, +100 badassity. Good thing he can hook in this bow-ring of the Zygerrian design and I'm aware that there are many little inaccurate things to find, but I'm still a drawing Padawan, not a master 😂🫶

Third, angles. Can‘t tell what it is exactly. Something worm's eye view, little mortals on the ground looking up to sweet doom coming down from the aurora skies 🤩✨🧡❤️🩷💜✨

But I‘m actually a proud little drawing Padawan looking at this artwork at all 😱 Echo, you're worth the hours. Fandom, you even more. Get ECHOed, cuties 🫶 And everyone, who sees this! 💘

My headcanon, why it has to be Echo:

(Domino Squad at the Barracks)

Echo: No! NO, I don’t want to! Hevy: Vod, it HAS to be you! Echo: This just... isn’t fair! Droidbait: What‘s your problem, brother – I can’t do it, I‘d manage to get shot with this myself! Cutup: And besides that you‘re not as half as cute as Echo! Echo: (teeth gritted) hrrr… shutup cutup! Fives: Echo, they’re right AND you’re the only one around who has the number CT-140... Echo: (interrupting) YOU are the one who always echoes that were NOT our numbers, not me! Why don't YOU be named "Echo", huh? Fives: (handing Echo the Cupid bow, doing huge puppy eyes) Vod – yes, we‘re not numbers, but being Cupid CT-1402 is actually a good thing and... not matter any numbers, you're just the best of us all. 💕🏹 Cutup: … And you really can’t hand this Droidbait! All: Shut up, Cutup!

Targets, that volunteered 😎💘:

@eclec-tech – Writing owl twin, always having a spicy caf for me, managing to inspire me into colorful dimensions and owling with meee 🧡✨ @clonethirstingisreal – My warmhearted friend, always encouraging 🥰🫶 @vrycurious – One of my most supportive out of the box thinking moots 🤩🫶 Targets, that kind of volunteered 💞👀:

@returnofthepineapple – Sweet Piña 🍍🥰 'STOKED' hehe! @freesia-writes – Cute! 😻 Side eying too loud in the reblog 👀 @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf – Hot chick calling me bb 😽🌹💋 @523rdrebel – hehehe 😏 'can't wait' @littletroggo – Cute moot doing cute art and also ‘can't wait' 🥰✨ @cw80831 – Most proper tagging support! 🤩✨ Targets, that are locked in my crosshair 🤪💞✨:

@ghostymarni – Sweet vod 💗 Queen of Chaos, holding my beer 🍺💘 @wings-and-beskargam – Chaos twin vod 💙🫶🩵 endlessly patient and giving, lovely soul 💘 Targets, that won't get away 😎💘✨:

@lonewolflupe – Double tag, double target, double shot 🤩🏹💖💘 Get ECHOed thoroughly 😏💞🦾 Thank you for everything – you KNOW what I'm thanking you for and will never stop being thankful 🥰 🫠

@foxwithadarkside – no words needed but anyway 😎🏹✨ Muse, art collab witch, badass, quality talk, thank you 💘😽

General volunteering targets: @bixlasagna @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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Not a Word 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: 😻.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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You hear your father in the garage. It’s a comfort knowing he isn’t in the house. You’ve learned to navigate so that you rarely run into him. The fact of your existence only ever seems to irk him.

That day, there’s a low rumble between the clank and clunk of his tools. You’re not sure it’s the engine or something else. The last time you glimpsed inside the garage, the engine wasn’t even in that old Bronco he’s worked on for seven years.

You rub smooth the lines in your forehead and give a long blink. You’ve been squinting at the diamond art for much too long. You sit up and roll your shoulders. You need a break.

As you emerge from your room, you feel guilty. A break from what? Doing nothing. That’s what your dad always says. Then he laughs and finds something to throw at you.

You take his lunch box from the floor by the shoe mat and bring it to the kitchen. You open it up and clean out all the containers. Those things you do, as small as they are, like cleaning and making his meals, aren’t enough. He doesn’t fail to remind you of that.

You dump the uneaten crust from his ham and cheese sandwich as the door from the garage clatters open and lets in the smell of oil and dirt. You turn your attention to the sink as you put the container with the rest. It’s only as you flip the faucet on that you realise the steps aren’t your dad’s.

“Scuse me,” Sy says. “Don’t mean to bother, but, uh, had a bit of an accident.”

You face him as he holds out the front of his tee shirt. You gulp. There’s a smear of shiny oil across it, ready to drip onto the floor. Your eyes round.

“I can clean it in the bathroom, I see you’re busy.”

He goes to turn away and you put your hands up. The oil won’t come out if he just wipes it into the shirt. You would know since you deal with your dad’s stained jeans.

He nears as you sidle down to grab the baking soda from the cupboard. He looms, his shadow moving in your peripheral, and you shift the faucet to off. You grab a paper towel and turn to him. You hesitate to reach for him, that seems too much but before you can make a move, he peels his shirt off.

You flutter your lashes and point to the counter. He lays the shirt out and you open the box of baking soda. He stands back and watches. Heat trickles down your back as you focus on the task. You sprinkle the powder over his shirt.

You let it soak up as much as it can then blot daintily.

“You’re clever,” he muses. “Helpful.”

You shrug.

“How lucky’s that daddy of yours, huh? You out here cleaning all his mess. You make his lunch?” He peeks over at the sink and you follow his gaze. You nod. “Hm, think he’d be nicer then, wouldn’t ya? Well, I know him, he ain’t a nice fella.”

You return your attention to his shirt. If your daddy isn’t so nice, why does he come around? You wouldn’t ask even if you could. You can barely concentrate with him exposed like that.

Your eyes dart over in a fleeting peek. His chest is hair and his stomach thick, his arms too. You’re always aware of how big he is but at that moment, he seems even larger. You look at his shirt. It’ll need more time to soak and wash.

“Could wash it with the hose, don’t wanna ruin your machine,” he offers as if reading your mind.

You frown and shake your head. You hold up your finger and flit away with his shirt. You put stain remover on it and dump it in the machine. You set the cycle then hesitate. What will he wear now?

Your dad isn’t as big. He’s a pretty small guy. He might have something...

You hurry into the closet of old things and search around. There’s one of those tees he got from a case of Labatts. They always pack the XLs and nothing else. It has some sports team logo on it.

You go back to the kitchen and offer it to Sy. He crosses to you and accepts it with a smile, “thanks, sugar. That’s mighty nice.” His fingertips brush yours.

He unfolds the shirt and shakes it out. He pulls it over his head and your eyes crawl down his torso unintentionally. You back up a step as he tugs down the hem, though it hangs short of his belt. Even that is too small for him.

“You’re not scared of me, are ya?” He asks as he curls his shoulders as if to make himself smaller.

You shake your head. Shy is all. You’re not eager to mingle with anyone. Nor they, you.

“You know, I might have a word with your daddy. He shouldn’t be so nasty to ya. ‘Specially all the work you put in.”

You shake your head frantically and clasp your hands. You know better than that. Even if he’s trying to be nice, it’s the worst thing he can do.

“What’s wrong? Huh? Just wanna tell him what a good girl ya are,” he crosses his arms and seems to double in size.

You pout and press your hands together. You cower and takes another step back. His expression turns dire.

“Sorry, sugar, hope I didn’t upset ya there. I was only... only bein’ nice, ya know? Seems you’re not used to all that.” He drops his hands to his hips. “Fine then, I’ll just have to save them sweet words for you, huh?”

You look down and chew your lip. You’re not used to the attention. Your dad’s other friends, if you can call them that, just ignore you or laugh at his jokes about you. You nod and turn, gesturing to the sink. You walk up to it, clinging to the excuse to get away.

“Yeah, I know, you workin’ hard,” he praises. “I’ll be outta ya way now.”

You bob your head and turn the tap on again. You work at scrubbing the containers, waiting and listening for him to go. When he does, you can breathe again. You’re not so sure why he’s being nice. Not like you can do much but stare.

💘

When your dad’s at work, you’re as close to peace as you’ve ever been. There’s still that constant restlessness that follows you. The gnawing reality that time is passing you by. That you have no purpose. No direction.

You envy others. That they have a reason. That they have everything you don’t. They have other people, ones that care, not those burdened with them; they have important work to do; they have fun things to celebrate; graduations, new jobs, marriages. They have voices and you remain unheard.

You busy yourself with the tidying when he isn’t there. If you try to clean with him around, he only antagonizes you. There’s a roast out for dinner. It will last a few days. Most times, you lose your appetite. You spend all day craving and making the food then lose all desire the moment it’s before you.

The small pleasures you once treasured fade with each day that starts and ends the same. You can’t feel too bad for yourself. Your dad doesn’t have to keep you. You’re an adult now. Maybe he’ll never say so, or even show it, but he must care, right?

You finish mopping and start on chopping up the potatoes. You arrange them in the roasting pan around the slab of beef. Then carrots and celery. You save the onions for last because they make you cry. You’re saved from tears by the rumble of thunder on the horizon.

Curiously, you set the knife down and go to the window. Would your dad be home early? Some days, they shut down the shop when business is slow.

It’s not him but you recognise the grating on the truck’s nose. The large truck sends up dirt and gravel as it cuts across the worn roadway. Your confusion floods to panic and you rush out the front door.

Is your father hurt? Why else would Sy be here?

You hover on the top step as he grinds to a stop and shuts the behemoth truck off. The driver’s door creaks as it opens and Sy jumps down. Instead of his usual camo cargo shorts and sweat-dampened tee, he wears a button-up with short sleeves and a pair of brown slacks. It even looks like he combed his beard.

Your face twists in a grimace. What’s going on? Why is he here?

He reaches back into the truck and brings out something behind his back. You can’t see it as he keeps his arm bent behind him and shuts the door. He grins and walks up to the house as you watch.

“How’s it goin’?” He asks brightly.

You blink. You look at his collar, the top button straining against his thick neck. You lower your gaze to your loose blue tee and barrel jeans. You’re dressed like a laundry line. Your clothes offer no shape, nothing. They just do the job.

“I, uh, I wanted to surprise ya, and uh, I was thinkin’ ya know, this place deserves a bit of colour,” he chuckles then clears his throat, “and you deserve good things, so, uh, here.”

He reveals the flowers from behind his back and you blanch. You stare at the dainty petals, white with violet edges. They are pretty. Too pretty for this place or for you. Besides, why would he do that?

“You don’t like em? Should I have got roses?” He asks.

You flinch. You don’t want to hurt his feelings. You come down the steps and cautiously reach for the paper cone. He hands it over and you stare at him. Then you smell them. You think that’s what you’re supposed to do.

“Smell good?” He asks.

You peer over the petals at him and nod. You’re not sure how to react. What do you do now? You can’t just leave him out in the yard. You raise your thumb and point it over your shoulder and tilt your head.

“Sure, I’ll come in,” he accepts.

He steps forward, a bit too close, and you hop backward up the step. You barely keep from tripping. You get onto the porch and spin around, scurrying to the door. You open the door and step to the side to hold it for him.

He laughs again, “now, I’m a gentleman, sugar.”

He grabs the door and gestures you through. You take his directive without pause. You hurry inside and he follows. As he stops to take off his shoes, you continue on into the kitchen.

You search for an adequate holder for the flowers. You find an old canister and set them in it with some water. His presence lurks behind you. You put the bouquet on the table as he looks around.

“You cookin’ a fine dinner, huh?” He says. “Like I tell your daddy, he’s a lucky man. Any man’d be lucky to have that waitin’.”

You shrug. He shifts.

“I don’t mean to take advantage of your kindness but I was gonna ask ya a favour.”

You look at him blankly. He reaches in his pocket. He pulls a length of silk. A tie.

“Couldn’t figure this out,” he explains. “Thought maybe you might...”

You stare at the tie. You remember tying your daddy’s for your grandma’s funeral. That was a long time ago but you think you could remember.

You swallow down your nerves and approach him. You take the tie and he glances around. He pushes a chair out and sits. He leans his head back.

“Just wanna make sure I look good for ya,” he says.

You flip up his collar and bring the silk around his neck. As you do, your thumb brushes his coarse beard. He hums.

“Don’t worry bout pullin’ my hair,” he scoffs. “Won’t bother me none.”

You line up his tie, knuckles brushing his shirt as you go through the steps in your hand. You pull the tie snug and fix hit collar. You step back and he sets his head straight. You hug yourself and give him a questioning look.

“Ya like your surprise?” He asks.

You look at the flower then nod.

“And what about the other?”

You face him again and your brows draw together.

“Me,” he snorts.

You purse your lips and shrug. What does he mean?

“We’ll wait for your daddy, huh? Then I’ll ask his blessing.” He rests his elbow on the table, “and you’ll have dinner all ready, won’t ya?”

#captain syverson #dark captain syverson #dark!captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #not a word #sand castle

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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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HII I HAVE ANOTHER REQUESTT HEHE, HOPEFULLY YOU ENJOY WRITING THIS ONE ASWELL‼️‼️

so there’s this anime with a long title that i don’t wanna type. The female mc stumbles upon her ex and wants to make him jealous so she says she’s out on a date with her boyfriend but the boy’s not actually her bf, instead he’s a total stranger! he denies but she bribes him and he agrees. basically a fake dating trope but they actually fall for eachother

the male mc, yamada looks REALLY similar to Rin, even the personality so i really wanna see this is your writing style bc i love how you write rin hehe so could you please write one with similar plot..?😻🙏.

“𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥”

a/n: YESSS OH HOW I LOVE THE FAKE DATING TROPE AS WELL I DON’T THINK I’VE WRITTEN ONE YET???

i’m happy to hear you love how i write rin, i’m happy to write more for our favorite emo boy <3

(header image art credits go to 58hrprtr)

you weren’t expecting to see him today.

in fact, you weren’t expecting to see him ever again. and yet, there he was.

your ex.

standing by the vending machines near shibuya station, casually leaning against the glass with his new girlfriend, who, frustratingly, has the easy charm of someone who probably knows all the hidden ramen spots in tokyo and never has to wait in line.

your blood boils. the audacity of him. looking hot. thriving. happy.

you try to make a quick U-turn, but fate hates you today, and he catches sight of you. his eyes narrow slightly in recognition, and before you can blink, he’s already giving you that smug, condescending half-smile you used to find charming.

“hey.”

you freeze mid-step, clutching your bag like it’s a life preserver. “oh,” you say, which is not a great start. “hi.”

he tilts his head slightly, looking you over with this annoying glimmer of superiority. like he knows he’s winning the post-breakup competition. as if this is a game.

and then he does it.

he glances at his new girlfriend, leans in slightly, and rests his hand on her waist. her waist.

and that’s when you snap.

you don’t know what possesses you. maybe it’s the indignation. maybe it’s the trauma of listening to him mansplain crypto for an entire year. either way, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“i’m on a date with my boyfriend.”

his brows lift slightly, and there’s a flash of surprise in his eyes. oh, you’ve got his attention now.

and that’s when you make your next mistake.

you spin around, arm outstretched, and point to the first man you see. which happens to be a stranger.

a very tall, very good-looking stranger.

black hair, falling messily over his forehead. sharp jawline. slightly disheveled, all-black coat and pants like he couldn’t be bothered to care what he put on in the winter. and, most importantly, a face that looks like he actively wishes he wasn’t here.

the stranger, who was very clearly minding his own business, blinks once. slowly. then glances at your outstretched arm like you’ve just thrown a raccoon at him.

“... what?” he mutters flatly.

but you’re already walking over, grabbing his arm like you’ve been dating for years.

“lovey,” you say, voice sickeningly sweet. “i was just telling my ex how nice it is to have a boyfriend who actually respects me.” you squeeze his bicep for dramatic effect. it’s unexpectedly firm, which is beside the point, but still. noted.

rin (because you quickly spot the name embroidered on his black coat) stares at you. expressionless. unimpressed.

“i’m not your boyfriend,” he deadpans.

your ex looks amused. his girlfriend does the whole polite, pitying smile thing.

you’re spiraling.

“sure you are,” you say through gritted teeth, discreetly digging your nails into rin’s arm. “right, rinnie baby?”

rin blinks once. then twice.

“no.”

okay. so now you’re desperate.

you tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing just enough that he gets the message.

“i can make really good ochazuke,” you murmur under your breath.

rin’s gaze flickers slightly.

“with extra wasabi,” you add in a desperate whisper.

his eyes narrow. “... green tea or dashi broth?”

“both.”

rin sighs sharply through his nose and shoves his hands into his pockets. then with the enthusiasm of a cat being dragged into a bath, he steps closer to you.

his hand slides around your waist. your waist.

and it’s firm and warm and suspiciously convincing.

he leans down slightly, close enough that his breath brushes your ear. “happy?” he mutters, voice low and quiet enough that only you can hear.

you don’t have time to answer because your ex is already giving you a disbelieving once-over.

“wow,” he says, tone laced with fake politeness. “didn’t think you’d move on so quickly.”

before you can respond, rin, who, let me remind you, does not even know you, lifts a hand and gently brushes your hair behind your ear.

“she’s a catch,” he says, voice slow and deliberate, not a trace of emotion. “i wasn’t gonna waste my chance.”

the audacity of this stranger to be so convincing.

your ex looks vaguely annoyed now. good. you want him to feel that twinge of irritation. his girlfriend makes a comment about how they should get going and he’s suddenly all for it.

and as they walk away, you swear you see your ex glance back, just once, with a slight frown.

victory.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and pull away slightly from rin’s grasp.

“okay, thanks,” you mumble. “that was a solid performance. very believable. you have a real future in the entertainment industry. maybe be the next kento yamazaki.”

rin doesn’t even acknowledge your sarcasm. “i’ll take my ochazuke now,” he mutters.

you blink.

“wait, you… you actually want it?”

he fixes you with an unreadable stare. “you promised,” he says flatly. “don’t be a liar.”

and that’s how you end up at your apartment, cooking ochazuke for a man you just met.

he sits at your table, arms loosely crossed, watching you move around the kitchen like this is totally normal.

neither of you talk much. but it’s not uncomfortable.

rin is perfectly content to sit in brooding silence, occasionally glancing at his phone, occasionally glancing at you. his eyes linger longer each time. and then, after he finishes the ochazuke, he does the unthinkable.

he stays.

he leans back slightly in his chair, and quietly asks if you have any tea.

you make him tea.

and you talk.

and it’s… weirdly nice.

he doesn’t smile much, but you can tell he’s listening.

and when you make a dry joke about your ex’s tragic taste in cologne, he snorts softly. it’s brief. almost imperceptible. but it happens.

and somehow, that makes you want to keep making him laugh.

maybe that’s how fake dating turned into real dating.

because one day, while you’re cooking ochazuke again, he comes up behind you. his arms loop loosely around your waist, hands resting over your stomach, and his lips brush against your temple.

“this isn’t fake anymore,” he mutters against your skin.

you set the ladle down with shaky hands. because you know you’re in trouble.

and you also know you’re about to make him a lot of ochazuke.

a/n: i freaking love wasabi

#FAKE DATING TROPES GET ME EVERY TIME #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin blue lock #rin itoshi blue lock #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #fake it till we fall #]

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wintfleur · 4 months ago

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OfficialGabrielleAuclair Happy Christmas my darlings 🤍

iris_auclair je t'aime maman 🤍

nicohischier Merry Christmas!!

iris_auclair merry christmas nico!

trevorzegras merry christmas lovebirds 🙂‍↕️

edwards.73 I need those cookies.

iris_auclair luke ate them all…sorry 🙏

jackhughes seems like fun….too bad I wasn’t there 😒

lhughes_06 best christmas ever actually 👍🏻

jackhughes 😐

jackhughes merry christmas Iris and ONLY Iris ❤️

iris_auclair merry christmas jack!! ❤️

Arthurauclair merry christmas brat ❤️

iris_auclair merry christmas art 🙄🫶🏻

lilychee merry christmas pretty girl

iris_auclair merry christmas lils 🫶🏻

OpalBraun I wish you two the best christmas sweetheart

iris_auclair we love you aunty opal 🤍

njdevils a snoopy christmas 🤍

_quinnhughes merry christmas guys! missed you this year ❤️

iris_auclair merry christmas quinny, we missed you too 🥹

louishofmann happy christmas rissy ❤️

iris_auclair happy christmas, miss you! ❤️

hugoAuclair happy xmas ellie 🎁

iris_auclair happy christmas hugo 🤍

ethan_yoon luke wasn’t under my tree tf 😒

iris_auclair yeah cause he was under me ☝️

ethan_yoon you mean under your tree?

iris_auclair I know what I said 😚

lhughes_06 😺

username the snoopy ornament, I need it 🥹

iris_auclair my aunt made it for us!

username they spent christmas alone together 🥹

username LUKE LOOKS SO CUTE IN THAT PIC OMG

iris_auclair doesn’t he, I just wanna squeeze him :[

lhughes_06 your so fucking pretty damn

lhughes_06 I’ve been staring at that picture of you for like at least 20 minutes

lhughes_06 why is this video 10 hours long

lhughes_06 I’m gonna miss you when I scroll

iris_auclair mon amour get off tiktok and come cuddle me and moose ☺️

𝓻oro’s note. OH MY BABIES ☹️ here is technically your first look at iris and luke!! they are so cute i love them so much, i already have a fic out for them, well it’s a reader insert but it’s them! i really hope you guys enjoy this . . . I hope to get there AU out soon 🤍 I was going to post this tomorrow but I rushed to get it finished because of Luke’s goal tonight ☺️

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stxrryskys · 3 months ago

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STARRY MY LOVE I HAVE THE BEST FUCKING UDEA

Can you do headcanons of the MW crew of when they find that the reader has drawn the most down bad positions of them and the member of the crew? Then When they're asked about it they try to just write it off as anatomy practice?

YES YES YES!

C/W : Suggestive! Smut for goonsuke... Fweaky sex positions and yeah!

Daisuke:

your major was art, times were tough so you got an internship at pony express. when you boarded the tulpar you brought a sketch book so you didn't get bored. you became very close with daisuke almost instantly, he matched your energy so well he was literally you but a male, anyways, you were on the couch in the "living room" one day and you were drawing.. Drawing freaky stuff.. You liked to practice anatomy but you feel like you spaces out and drew two figures 69ing...while standing up.. And then you looked really closely at it and the male figure looked like daisuke and the women looked a bit like you.. Then as soon as you came to that Realization, daisuke walked in

"Hey dude! Whatcha up to? " you quickly sat on your sketch book and started a conversation with him

An eternity went by and you guys were laughing

"I gotta piss" you said abruptly, you sat up and skipped to the bathroom then he notices the sketchbook sitting on the couch and got curious and flipped though it

He flushed a bright shade a red when he saw the detailed position on one of the pages.. Then he looked closer and closer and saw that it kinds looked like.. HIM?! Shit.. What would he say to-

"DAISUKE! PUT THAT DOWN!! " you ran and hopped on top of him in an attempt to get him to put it down

"S-sorry I-i- got curious!! " he said as you hop on him

"That's - it was just- anatomy practice!! I swear!! "

"I-i- believe you !! "

Goonsuke:

"Is that me "____"?? If you wanted to do something like that with me then you could've just said so~"

So with your consent he waited till everyone went to sleep and did that EXACT position with you, just because he's young does NOT mean he lacks arm strength. He literally used to beat his shit everyday before the tulpar(and he's a baseball player 😻😻)

"Fuck you taste so fucking goo- ah-! "

Curly:

If you're being honest, you're terrified of curly, He is a really big guy and he looks like he could totally pound you into the concrete if he wanted to but your perspective on curly changed the second you accidentally walked in on him changing.

you drew as a hobby to pass the time and you thought you were pretty good at it, you definitely liked realism more than anything else and you kinda... zoned out? and when you looked back at your sketch book it was a RAUNCHY position,, specifically of you and curly, he was holding you, like up while slamming you onto his cock, you had to hide this before anyone could come snoop-

"_____? you in here?"

shit

"U-uh no!!"

But it was to late.. He was already in here

"Whatcha drawing kiddo? "

"NOTHING!? "

"Nothing?? C'mon lemme see" he snatched your sketch book and his eyes widened... Oh you're cooked

"C-captain! Put that down please!! " he just ignored your pleads and continued to examine the drawing

"... That me sugar? " he looked down at you with a lustful look in his eyes

"I-it was just anatomy practice!! "

He set down the sketch book and and grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up on your desk like it was nothing

"Curly?? "

"You wanna recreate that with me baby? "

Anya:

You were anyas intern, she was a super sweet lady, you and her got along well, you enjoyed her company, when she wasn't all shy and quiet she was super sweet and funny, at the moment you and her were sitting in the medical room chatting late at night and you brought up your drawing hobby and she wanted to dabble in it! So you got your sketch book and showed her some of your sketches, then... She flipped to one page....

"Ah! Uhm!! S-sorry "___" I didn't mean to flip to-"

yet she continued to stare at it, and she purposefully moved into a position to where you couldn't retrieve the sketchbook

"A-anya! give it back"

"Im looking! gimme a sec!'"

you hop on top of her, causing her to fall back on the medical table

the sketch in question? just you. and anya! ,,,,,scissoring and she was just enamored with the drawing, even when you kept trying to take it

Now, anya was feeling bold, she hooked her legs around your waist and brought you closer

"So? Is that how you really feel about me? "

Jimmy:

Jimmy hated you and you hated him. It had always been like that, he was a dick, the LAST thing you wanted was to be his friend, especially on the tulpar.

He would constantly make fun of your art. He thought of you as "mediocore" so you'd usually only draw when you were alone because Jimmy was EVERYWHERE!

You were at the tiny little desk in your quarters and you were drawing what came to mind, you didn't really know but you could wing it.

Finally!! You were finished!! Leeeets take a loo-.... What is that.. AH! WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU DREW YOU!! AND- AND JIMMY HE WAS ON- ON TOP OF YOU WHILE YOUR LEGS WERE OVER YOUR OWN SHOULDERS- damn. You were NOT that flexible. You didn't really realize this before but..jimmy was actually really- attractive?? Before you could comprehend... Jimmy walked in

"Hey! My laundry got mixed up with - dude what the fuck is that?? " he pointed to the sketch book

"Nothing!! "

"Nothing my ass! Is- is that me?! "

"NO! GET OUT!! "

"What the fuck??.. Is this who you really are? Just some slut? " well that was actually really hot and you didn't even know you were into that

"I-it was just anatomy practice! "

"Bullshit... You really are a slut" he moved closer and backs you up against the desk, hands on either side of you

"Yknow.. You've never looked as good as you do now.. I guess it's when you're being a little pervert.. Now..we're gonna do that"

A/N FINALLY!! I'M DONE!! I'm sorry it's taken me forever to get this out because oh my god. I've been so freaky sick, we have a bug going around😣😣 and I've had to get back into therapy so I haven't been doing all that great 😮‍💨 BUT I'M ALIVE! I'M SORRH!! ENJOY! N

#mouthwashing smut #smut #idk what im doing 😔#mouthwashing #please request #curly x reader smut #daisuke mouthwashing #daisuke smut #anya mouthwashing #anya x reader smut #jimmy x reader smut #jimmy smut #jimmy mouthwashing

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surplekit · 5 months ago

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪. Quiet observations. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪.

Synopsis: You befriend the quiet, nerdy boy in your class and it leads to something more.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x black fem!reader

Genre: fluff at the begining, smut towards the end

a/n: Thank you to this anon for this ask. Not only did you give me a great idea, but you gave me a new crush 😻 I hope this is up to your standards and I apologize if it’s not what you were looking for 🙏🏾

Izuku Midoriya.

That quiet, green haired, freckle-faced boy that was in a few of your classes. He usually kept to himself, sitting in the back of the class scribbling down notes or little doodles in his notebook. He’s not very known around, and those that are familiar with him aren’t necessarily fond of his presence.

The boys often made fun of him and his obsession with heroes. And of course, he was incredibly awkward with the girls, leading them to steer clear of Izuku. But he didn’t care, he continued to keep to himself, doing what he loved. That’s what you like about him. He doesn’t let himself be affected by snappy comments.

Him being in most of your classes allowed you to subconsciously pick up on some of his mannerisms. He may not seem like it to most, but he’s actually quite smart, a few rankings above you in your class.

Regardless of everyone else’s opinion on the boy, he interested you, and you wanted to see what he was about for yourself.

“Hey, Izuku! What are you drawing?” You ask him enthusiastically, reaching out. He flinches at the sound of your voice and quickly retracts the book towards his chest, shielding whatever he had written.

“Ah.. uhm.. just some notes, scribbles, nothing important really!” He spits out, not revealing anything.

“But I saw some really cool concepts, were they costumes?” Your compliment seems to mitigate the embarrassment he felt, and he fell into a more comfortable state after realizing you weren’t going to make fun of him.

“..yeah. It’s kinda stupid though.”

“I don’t think so. Can I see?” Izuku hesitates, but eventually opens up, holding the book open for you. He turns away, a light shade of pink blushing across his cheeks.

“Wow.. you drew this..? That’s so cool!” You’re genuinely interested in his art, although you’re not as hero obsessed as he is.

“Really..? You think so?” He says quietly, smiling gently.

“This drawing is so good! I didn’t know you were so talented Izuku.” You exclaim, pointing to the drawing of All Might on the page.

“You like All Might too?! He’s so cool! I wish I was as amazing and strong as him. And don’t even get me started on his quirk! The-“

Ring Ring

The bell indicating the end of the class period rang, interrupting Izuku’s rambling.

“Oh sorry.. got a little carried away didn’t I!” Izuku nervously laughs, rubbing the back of his head.

“Don’t even worry about it. I would love to learn how to draw like you. By the way, my name’s Y/N.” You start to pack up for the day, taking the chance to introduce yourself.

“Y/n..” He says, as if he’s testing out how your name rolls off the tip of his tongue.

“Mhm! Alright, see you tomorrow!” You grab your bag and turn, walking out of the classroom.

See you tomorrow? You wanted to see him tommorow? Nobody has ever wanted to speak to him, but for you, a girl.. to want to see him a second time?

“Y-yeah.. s-see you tommorow, Y/N.” The shy boy says, his voice slightly echoing in the empty classroom.

On his way home, his mind is filled with thoughts of you. Izuku never noticed how pretty you are, with your coiled hair slicked back and held in a cute pink clip. Your eyes are pretty, a deep shade of brown. Kinda like mocha. You were kind too. Not just kind, but kind to him. And you’re smart, funny..

Damn.

He’s full on blushing now. What have you done to him? He’s never been too fond of girls but the way you showed interest in his hobby.. he thinks he’s fallen in love.

It’s the morning of the next day, and you’re walking into the building with a group of your friends when you see Izuku off to the side. He’s walking alone, and you feel the urge to go up and talk to him.

“Kk guys, see you later!” You yell, running off before your friends can protest.

“Hey! Izuku!” You call out, alerting lots of others around.

“Y-Y/N? What are you doing being so loud?!” He whisper shouts. “Do you want people to know you’re talking to me!?”

“Wait what?” You pull back a little bit, confused almost.

“Go to your friends, I don’t want to ruin your reputation.. or something.” He walks off with his head hung.

“Izuku, I really don’t care about that. Besides, I want to talk to you so what’re they gonna do about it?” You assure him, picking up your pace to match his.

He stops in his tracks, and he feels heat slowly rushing to his cheeks. His palms started to sweat and he could feel his heart rate rapidly increasing. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so nervous around one person in his life, other than All Might. There’s no way you actually wanted to talk to him.

“Hey.. you good?” You question, concerned. It was evident he was uncomfortable.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine, just a little hot, that’s all.”

“Izuku I’m pretty sure we have first period, wanna walk together?” He nods, still wondering why you’re acting this way towards him. Walking through the halls, you get some stares, and some even whisper amongst themselves. You notice it and he notices it, but you ignore them.

The two of you walk into the classroom and greet your teacher, Mr. Aizawa, and attendance is taken. Izuke places his stuff down at an empty seat and you pull up a desk right up next to his. Again, he could feel his heart start to beat a little faster, being in such close proximity with you. Once everyone has sat down, the teacher begins lecturing.

“This shit is so boring, like bro just pass out the work.” You whisper to Izuku, enticing a quiet chuckle from him. The sound of his laugher makes you grin and you struggled to hold back your own giggles.

“Y/N and Izuku.” Mr. Aizawa sighs exhaustedly, already tired of your shenanigans. “Do you have something you’d like to tell the class?”

“N-no, sir. I’m sorry.” You manage to choke out, stifling giggles in between each word.

Mr. Aizawa moves on and soon enough, the work is actually passed out. Izuku gets right to it, but you find that you’re having trouble with the work today. Usually, you were able to fly through each worksheet and have extra time to fool around at the end. You place the pencil down and bring your hands up to your forehead, frustrated.

“Do you need help Y/N? Izuku looks over at you, offering help. Your mocha eyes meet with his deep green ones, and he freezes up. You stare for a moment, admiring his face. He was actually adorable, something you’ve never noticed before. Your breathing hitches, and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

“Yeah.. I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble on this. I feel stupid.” You complain, leaning back in your chair.

“Don’t say that. You’re really smart, Y/N. You just made a little mistake here, and then you can solve it from there.” Izuku refutes your statement, and effortless explains the problem to you like its second nature. His intelligence is incredibly attractive, and so was he, to you at least.

The two of you finish up the worksheet with some free time left at the end. He pulls out his notebooks per usual, this time allowing you to see it aswell. You pick up on some new doodles that weren’t there yesterday, and it amazes you how accurate some of his drawings are.

“Seriously Izuku, you need to teach me how to draw like that.” You say in awe, and he blushes lightly at your comment.

“I’ll teach you anytime.”

The class period ends soon after, and you realize that you don’t have any more classes with Izuku today.

“Damn. Don’t think I’ll see you again today.”

“Seems like it. See you tommorow..?” He asks.

“Or… today. I’d love to hang out with you, outside of school of course.” You’re feeling bold in the moment, but the second the words leave your mouth the nervousness settles in.

“..Me too! I mean, I would like to hang out with you too.” He rephrases, not wanting to come off as too eager.

“Let me see your phone really quick.” Izuku grabs his phone from his pocket, and hands it to you.

After a moment, you hand it back, quickly walking off to your next period class. To his suprise, he sees that you added your number into his phone and named your contact “Y/N!!”

He fumbles with his phone before placing it back into his pocket. All the way to his next class, he’s fidgeting with his hands, nervous. The only girl he’s ever had on his phone was his mother. What is he supposed to do? Should he text you? Or wait for you to text first? He tries to focus on his schoolwork, and it seems he’s calmed down until he feels a slight vibration in his pocket.

“Are you free after school?” The message read.

“Yeah. Wanna come over to mine?” His finger hesitated, hovering over the screen, but he sent the message.

“Kk! I’ll find you after school, we can walk together!” He hearts your text, staring at it for a little longer than he should’ve.

After that, the classes seem to fly by at 2x speed. All he could think about was you, in his house. In his bedroom. Good thing he cleaned it yesterday.

The last bell rings, and you shoot Izuku a text.

“Wya?”

“First floor, I’ll wait by the door for you.”

You catch yourself smiling especially hard and struggle to control your facial expressions. From any other point of view you probably looked crazy, flying down the stairs.

As he promised, he was waiting by the door. The two of you walked out together making your way towards Izuku’s house. All throughout the trip, you guys cracked jokes and learned more about each other. Thankfully, it wasn’t awkward at all.

Before walking in, you reapply your lipgloss and check your appearance in the camera of your phone. He smiles at you, shaking his head slightly.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I have to look my best! I want your mom to like me!” He laughs, pulling his key out of the lock and pushing the door open.

“She’s not actually home. She went on a trip but I asked her first if it was okay for you to come over.”

You’re relieved, but for some reason also disappointed..? You place your bag down next to the door along with your shoes. Izuku offers you a snack or drink but you politely decline. You’re a little too nervous you don’t think you can stomach anything right now.

“D-do you want to go to my room.. or we can stay here?” He asks, fidgeting with his hands.

You suggest going to his room and he leads you up there, allowing you to enter first.

“Whoa..” his room is filled with countless posters of All Might and limited edition figurines.

“Sorry, I’ve had them since I was a kid. I hope you don’t find it weird.”

“No, I’m just wondering how you managed to get not one, but all 7 limited edition figures.” You walk around, inspecting each one. He smiled so big at your admiration. He thought for sure you’d make fun of him.

He reached into his backpack, pulled his notebook out, then made his way towards his bed. Of course, you trailed him, flopping onto his bed and laying on your stomach.

“So I like to start with shapes when I draw. Like this.” He sketches a circle.

“And like this.” Then a trapezoid-like shape for the body.

“Izuku I already can’t do that!” You say, and he laughs. The sound of his laughter is so enticing and it makes you laugh. His smile is adorable too.

“I promise it’s really simple!” You watch him sketch in awe, smiling at the thought of him being comfy enough to show you his interests. Your eyes, gravitate to his face, rather than the paper. Subconsciously, you begin counting the freckles on his face.

“Then I-“ all of a sudden, his green eyes meet yours. His cheeks quickly grow pink but you can’t seem to pull away from his gaze. Izuku begins stuttering, and he averts eye contact.

“W-what are you doing.. Y/N?” He manages to spit out.

“Uhm..8?” He furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head in confusion at your response.

“That’s how many freckles you have!” You tell him, laying your head on your folded arms.

“Oh. They kinda look weird a little, don’t you think?” He sighs, almost embarrassed to acknowledge them.

“What?! Izuku I think your freckles are the cutest thing ever. They make you look ador-“ You try, but you can’t take back what you’ve already started to say.

“..able” you kick your legs back and forth, refraining from burying your face into his sheets. No way you just said that.. to his face.

“..cute?” He manage to choke out, in a timid tone, hesitating to say the word. You reach out to play with his green hair, fondling each lock that falls gently over his forehead. You could feel you heart race, threatening to burst out of your chest.

“..yeah. And smart, and you have a good sense of humor. And you’re a really good artist.”

“Y/N I’m still stuck on the ‘cute’ part.. if I’m cute then what are you?” Your eyes shift towards his and you could see the genuineness in his expression.

His face was so close to yours you could feel his breath brushing against your cheek. His eyes were slightly lidded, his mouth slightly open. You batted your eyelashes at him, waiting in anticipation. All of a sudden, he felt the blood rush to his face.

And to his crotch.

He’s never felt like this before, nor has he been in such close contact with anyone. You’re so kind, so gentle with him, and you caused that dull ache in between his legs.

You moved in closer, eyes searching his face, inspecting his lips.

“Can I.. kiss you?” You ask.

He nods, and you cup the side of his face with your hand, pulling him in closer. You carefully place your lips on his and caress his cheek. Izuku gasped and closed his eyes, unsure of where to put his hands to prevent making you uncomfortable. You take note of this, and guide his hand onto your waist. He borderline moans, the dull ache becoming a throbbing pain.

You pull away for a second to let the boy breathe, but pull him back in just as quickly. You refrain from using tongue, not wanting to scare him as he seems inexperienced. In the heat of it, you accidently brush your hand over his crotch.

“mm..HNGH” he cried out, folding over into you. You quickly pull back, worried.

“Izuku..? Are you okay?!”

“..’m s-sorry.. I don’t know why.. it’s l-like that.” He’s out of breath, panting, his eyes full of need and desire.

“Oh.. Izuku. It’s because you’re.. aroused? You know?” He looks at you like a deer in headlights, a look of concern written all over his face.

“Do you want me to help you?” You offer.

“O-okay..” The boy lets you take control, following your movements. You roll the heel of your hand against his dick and unsurprisingly, he was hard.

“A-ah..!” His eyes widen and he looks to you for safety. You assure him that he’s okay, and he seems to relax slightly.

You hook your finger onto the waistband of his sweats, gently pulling them down. You do the same with his boxers, releasing his leaking cock. He shivers at the feeling of your hand touching his tip that was overflowing with precum. He’s not huge, but he’s a little bigger than you expected.

“W-what are you doing.. Y/N!?” He whimpers in between each word, gripping onto your shoulder.

“Have you never touched yourself..?” He stares at you, breathing heavily. He feels like his chest is going to explode with the way his heart is beating.

You knew he was inexperienced but you didn’t think he’d never even masterbated. Damn he was really innocent.

You start with soft, gently strokes up and down his dick. Simultaneously, you pepper his freckled-face with kisses, leaving it coated in your signature lipgloss. You trail your nail over his jawline, pulling whimpers and whines from him.

“Y-Y/N… Y/N stop!” He cried. You halted your movements, asking if he’s okay.

“F-feels.. like something’s g-gonna.. gonna come out..” He whimpers, that rising heat in his stomach cooling down.

“Ngh.. but it.. feels s’ g-good. What.. what are you d-doing.. to me..” You pet his cheek and he leans deeply into your touch. His bright eyes have glossed over, tears threatening to falls down his face.

“You were about to orgasm, or cum, Izuku. It’ll make you feel really good. Do you want me to keep going..?”

“P-please.. Y/N.”

Again, you start with slow strokes. Every few, you stop at his pink tip to roll your thumb over the slit. He writhes in pleasure, whimpering, and begging. Begging and begging you for.. he’s not even sure what.

You place your hand on his chest which is rapidly rising and falling. You can’t help but notice the way his eyelids flutter with each stroke of your hand.

“Ngh.. hah..” he whines, like music to your ears.

“C-cum..! G’na cum.. soon..!” He screams out, his grip on your shoulder tightening. You suck at his pale neck, also littered by freckles, and your other hand fondles his heavy balls, causing him to gasp. He was so overwhelmed with the new feeling all he could do was buck his hips up into your hand.

“Y/N! ‘m cum..cumming! ngh..!” He freezes up, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. All of a sudden, you felt the liquid shoot out from his dick.

“so.. s-so sorry.. jus’ w-won’t stop.. a-ah!” He continued to chant apologies like a mantra. The cum dripped down your hand, staining your shirt and the sheets. You tried to help him ride out his high but he just couldn’t.

“P-please.. p-please no more. c-can’t.” Izuku twitched at any sensation he felt on body, he was just so incredibly sensitive.

As he relaxed, what happened starts to really settle in.

“Oh my god, I got it.. a-all over you. I’m so sorry!” He attempts to clean his mess up with his sleeve but just smears it all over.

“S-shit. I just made it worse. Let me go get you a rag o-or som-“ his cheeks and the tips of his ears dust a deep shade of red.

“Izuku, it’s okay. Just relax for a minute. You must be tired, no?” You can tell he’s ashamed, so you try to mitigate his embarrassment.

“Yeah.. I feel like I could fall asleep. T-thank you, Y/N.” He crawls back into the bed, curling up in your arms, falling asleep in a matter of minutes.

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megistusdiary · 1 year ago

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i feel like patrick from the episode where they go to sandy's house as i climb out of the trenches back to tumblr...send asks/thoughts

no notice, no "i'm back" post, just me returning and bringing you arlecchino thoughts 😻 need her so bad tbh. i can't fix her, but she could make me worse

there has not been nearly enough content for her or the other genshin girls... someone's gotta do it

also, i'm back on genshin (american server, ar 56) if anyone wants to play :]

mirror sex with arlecchino

dom!arlecchino x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw pairing, fingering (sub receiving), clothed dom/naked sub, mirror sex, praise ♡, use of 'girl' in pet names, permission to finish

"such a good girl for me, aren't you?" she coos as you slowly sit down in front of her, your back to her chest.

a sharp nail traces itself across your jaw, tilting your head up and back over your shoulder to properly kiss her.

your own eyelids flutter shut, though hers stay open to admire the sight of the two of you in her ornate full-length mirror; courtesy of pantalone.

she steals your breath away as she uses her hand to squeeze your jaw open gently, opening your lips for her tongue to slide against yours. the sounds you make are muffled by her mouth as she smiles against your lips.

arlecchino only pulls away when you're out of breath and panting, and she releases your jaw to let your head hang forward, facing the mirror.

"ah ah, look up." she tuts, lifting your chin to face yourself in the mirror. she can feel the heat of embarrassment radiating from your skin as she has you gaze upon yourself, devoid of clothes as you sit between her spread thighs. the material of her jacket presses into your skin, cold clasps making you arch up a little.

she sighs, letting go of your jaw, expecting you to simply keep watching of your own accord. her hand traces down your neck, past your collarbones, over your chest, gently brushing over your nipples, lips quirking up when you practically keen at the feather-light sensation.

her nails rake down your stomach, resting on your hips before sliding to your thighs and patting one of them. "open," is all she needs to say to have you spreading your thighs over hers.

the image of the two of you together is art in her eyes, and she wishes she could have it framed...

she places two fingers against your glossy lips, fingernails you note have been cut short for this specific purpose. your lips slowly part as she eases them onto your tongue.

her fingers gently press against your tongue, rubbing lightly and pressing further every so often just to hear you gag. she delights in your little struggle as your hand comes up to grip her wrist, head tilting back slightly to look at her. after all, it only gives her easier access to tease your gag reflex.

few words are exchanged here, seeing as she's rather focused on watching you, and your mouth is, well, occupied.

she uses the pressure of her fingers on your tongue to push your head back down to watch in the mirror. once your eyes are refocused, she murmurs little praises into your ears, going right between your thighs as you whine softly.

she pulls her fingers from your lips, marveling at the strands of spit connecting to your lips before they snap. she guides them back between your legs, swiping them across your outer lips as you bite the inside of your cheek, watching her every movement in your reflection.

you gasp when she lightly taps at your clit, eyes narrowing slightly at your reactions she'd classify as rather endearing. you let go of her wrist awhile ago in favor of gripping the fabric of her pants instead.

arlecchino toys with your clit for a bit, seeing you squirm on her lap as you fight the urge to jump up with the intentions to sit and stay like a good girl for her.

she rewards you by pressing more firmly, rubbing tighter circles as she leans her head down, chin pressing against your shoulder as her lips graze the shell of your ear.

your eyes want to close so badly from the stimulation but you force them open, watching as she instead moves her thumb to your clit while her other fingers dip lower, collecting the slick gathering there.

"excited, aren't we?" she finally breaks her silence, smiling softly as she pulls her fingers up to show you just how 'excited' you are. it has you averting your eyes before she tuts, reminding you again to keep watching as she replaces her hand between your thighs, this time gently pressing in, teasing your clit to keep you relaxed.

she always starts with just one; unless you've done something to piss her off. then, of course, it's dealer's choice.

she lets you relax before she moves her finger, crooking it slightly before adding another, giving you time to adjust.

you've let go of her pants in favor of holding her wrist again. she almost wants to chastise you for it, but she can't bring herself to with all the cute little noises spilling from your lips. she simply continues to play with you, angling her fingers just so into that spot she knows you like.

your hearing is fuzzy as she praises you, soft little whispers of her voice in your ears as you arch further up, her jacket rubbing against you as you pant.

"close, close-" you warn her, though it's really just your fuzzy-brained way of asking her for permission.

"it's alright, come for me." she tells you softly. tears prick your eyes as she continues to press accurately into you, flicking and rubbing your clit with her thumb as she watches you in the mirror. at some point, your eyes have indeed fluttered shut, and she says nothing. she wonders briefly if she's gone soft, letting you ignore her directions and rules. oh, how she has spoiled you...

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laelelinae · 21 days ago

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Modern Bf!Dan Heng headcannons !( ^ω^ )

General HCS about him and also you being in a relationship with him hehe😁

This isn’t proofread … I’m so sorry if there’s grammar mistake smh, I wrote this at 2am … TS PMO !!😡

all reblog , comments are appreciated !!

I think your love story would be like the song “I hear a symphony” smth like that la

If you collect Sonny Angeles or Smiskis or smth like that, HE DEF BUYS YOU SOME ONCE IN A WHILEEE

Def say “I don’t see the point of collecting silly naked babies and silly green man

in reality he just loves seeing you happy :3

If you do art w/ acrylics markers he deff lets you doodle on his hand often

Probs lovesssss going on bookstore dates with you!!

DEFINITELY loves having matching stuff with you!! Like keychains, outfits , jewelry etcccc

If he wakes up earlier than you (def will) he def cooks you a nice sweet simple breakfast ;))

I think he would smell woody like , a nice cozy scent of wood but it isn’t strong or he just smells like fresh laundry 😻

Probably stops by random stores to buy you the most random stuff ever jsjsjsjsjsj

HE DEFINITELY LISTENS TO CAS ON A NORMAL DAILY BASIS. Def huge CAS fan

listens to W2E with you bc he loves you so much shsjhsjsjsss

takes care of you a lot when your not feeling well

I feel like he as a simple skincare routine tbh, probably just some Anua products (this man probably loves Korea skincare stuff)

Doesn’t mind when you put on some silly face mask with him though <3

Def randomly texts u about silly updates at midnight if he’s awake

He probably listens to Keshi omfg (oh my flipping gosh)

If you’re religious!! He probably would company you to church or where you go on weekends for weekly prayers with you 😁

Def a man that loves hugging you from the back or surprise quiet hugs

I think if you two don’t live together , his room is surely filled with things you given him and he have the most neat and clean room omg your dating a clean freak!

I think he would be a “date to marry” guy

I THINK HE WOULD COLLECT GEMS

I think he would like miffy , like quiet but cute characters !!

He probably likes and uses mint or lemon scented lip balms

Loves cat cafe dates omg.

Bro he probably secretly fw mofusand

idk his nationality yall but if he’s Chinese he def makes you watch Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf & Ne Zha (guys plz I love it)

If he is Chinese he definitely listens to Chinese love songs LMAOIJKHK

I feel like he’s secretly flexible

Def takes u on late night bike rides <333

If u two don’t live together , when he comes over he def buys u ur fav snacks and drinks!!!

Definitely eats fruits as a replacement for sweets

But if you do bake, he would always try anything you make!

Doesn’t go public gyms but probably own a few small dumbbells at home

Probably wanna adopt a cat or smth and says “is better than a kid”

I think he would have a gallery of you like not in an creepy way, there’s just moments he would appreciate deeply and take a picture

I can picture him being more reserved about your relationship, people would be so shocked if they find out your dating Dan heng 😅

I thinkkkkkk he’s definitely an act of service and quality time guy !!!

If you do give nicknames , I think he would act like he doesn’t like it but he secretly lovesssssss it

I can picture him with his partner feeding strays sometimes if you two get bored !!

I think if you wear a sort of scent he likes , he definitely would just cling onto you and sniff you crazy HAHA

Wallpaper is probably you hugging him or something omg

Definitely super caring like ,,,

If he ever meets your parents , definitely always buys them a nice basket of fruits omg

he’s surely that one typical Asian dude “take your shoes off inside my house”

I feel like he uses Duolingo BHAHAHS, definitely also buys you the description and make you learn something w him

If you have younger siblings or something, he definitely would let them stick stickers on them ohmygyat

Definitely a real gentlemen , would always let others take the seat on any public transport

DEFINITELY TAKES YOUR BAGS !!

Probably believes that he should always pay for you when he goes out with you

I think he’s a bit awkward when it comes to comforting, but he really tries his best to comfort you

Wait yall, I feel like he would also smell like green tea (yes author owns a green tea perfume)

Definitely lets you style his hair or do his hair

I think he would be very supportive for whatever career you go for , as long as your happy and you two can stable it together

He’s probably the type of guy to love getting pecks on the face jjjsjsjjsjs

Tbh, I feel like he’s more of an indoor person. Don’t get me wronggg, he still likes going out but he definitely prefers being cozy

Definitely have cold hands like COLDD but has really pretty hands 😌

I feel like he definitely got blessed with the genes of clear clear skin like glass skin-

still be slaying with the red eyeliner though, definitely lets you do it

HE PROBABLY PLAYS WORDSCAPES OR SMTH SMH

Definitely uses X (twitter) and threads more than instagram

I can picture him using Reddit 🥲

I think he would be a Uniqlo guy

I can also picture him using rednote but he’s so scared of thirsty girls on there

If you play Roblox and drag him in, he definitely has the most stupid avatar like deadass

I think he definitely keeps a few of your stuff in his apartment if you two don’t live together

If he’s drunk or really silly.. he definitely says “ni hao fine shyt” or when you say it to him he def gets tired of it LMAO

He would give the funniest side eyes HELP

Bro he probably uses Tsubaki or Fino hair products

Can kinda picture him using Dove

Definitely has the softest skin

I can kinda imagine him having braces before

Probably wear those clear contact lenses and thinks glasses doesn’t look good on him

If we’re talking about earbuds I think he definitely uses redmi instead of AirPods 😌 (guys idk I use redmi earbuds)

I think he would owe a Polaroid camera or smth like that to just bring it out on dates for you

I think he’d like snoopy and pochacco

Probably owes a snoopy hoodie

I think he would like chocolate & mint ,, definitely eats chocolate mint ice cream

Probably likes drinking those fruit flavored sparkling water (with zero sugar btw)

Definitely drinks Coke Zero (… I do too😓)

I think he definitely likes dim sum!!!

If he’s sick, he definitely takes Chinese medicine ,, I don’t see him taking pills etc

Would take you on museums and aquarium dates omg

I think thinks he’s like REALLY BORED , he would have a stash of handicraft stuff and probably make some stuff for you

Definitely loves writing letters , like anniversary letters, birthdays etc etc and it would be so sweet and proper

I think he would be a kid that grew up with parents that works overseas and he grew up with cousins / grandparents

I can picture him playing piano or guitar (even drums but idk..)

Definitely very independent too

If you ever get duplicate of anything you collect (Sonny angels or like smiski etcc) he definitely doesn’t remind you giving them and he would have them in his room

Probably helps elderly a lot😭

I think he would do part times in cafes or like school activities helpers

Definitely collects sliver jewelry

I think would like going to thrift stores to see what cool things he can find

surely loves the rainy weather or autumn

I lowkey think he would be interested in true crime and probably listens to podcasts in the morning when he’s getting ready or just multitasking

I feel like on his socials he would use himself as a pfp (a picture u took of him hehe) and then on his alt or csf def a plush / figure u given him

I think he likes omori

I think he secretly likes these two emojis “🦖🧌” HE PROB FINDS THEM SO STUPID

I think he would watch “when life gives you tangerines” or just k-drama in general.. definitely watches when I fly towards you with you if your interested

Speaking of wifty, I think he would also like yung kai!!

definitely have you on his contact list as “love” or smth like that

I think he would have a hidden talent like , he can sing well !!

Definitely sings for you if you beg him hard enough 😌

I think his favorite fruits would be pears or tangerines

I think he would love dog plushies hehehehehhe

Definitely always well and prepared

Definitely would bring you on unique dates!! Like pottery , brings u to ur fav stores and make something custom , build a bear etcccc

OKAY THATS ALL I CAN THINK FOR NOWWW TYSM FOR READING !! TAKE CARE😻

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primrosebow · 1 year ago

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YES PLEASE, part 2 😻 I would also LOVE to see his legs spread for us... Or maybe we forcefully spread them :3 either way I love you're art it's so hot, Lucifer's so hot. Just NEED to manhandle him 😞

-💌 anon (idk if that's been used, if so then 🐕 anon)

AH! MY KNIGHT! YOU WILL BE REWARDED HANDSOMELY FOR YOUR COURAGE IN STEPPING INTO MY INBOX!

_-->Lucifer x reader // pt 2🍎

!content warnings!: nsfw, edging (AAAHAHAHAA!!!! THE FIRST KINK NAME THAT I ACTUALLY FIGURED OUT! it's pretty self explanatory, but I'm proud of me so shut) probably other kinks but, again, nun. andddd a wee lil more writing compared to my other posts

Shoutout to 💌 anon‼️‼️

The air is thick with tension as lucifer catches his breath, tears running down his now hot face. He's completly oblivious to the atmosphere, however- he's too deep in pleasure to even realize what he'd just done.

You had explicitly told him not to cum, going as far as edging him for the last few minutes, but, of course he couldn't keep it down, in the same way he hadn't lowered his teasing, which was the exact behavior that had gotten him into this predicament. You see; Lucifer is honestly one of the best you could have ever dreamt for, wealthy, stunningly gorgeous, funny, patient- wait. Scratch that last part. He's not patient at all. When he wants something, he'll do whatever it takes to get it. And that time, it was to get you to have him as you pleased.

You honestly didn't know what had gotten into him, he'd been teasing you for the last several days with no signs of giving up -what was his goal with this?- you thought, whenever he'd litter kisses along your neck and imediatelly turn around and speed off to do god knows what. Whenever he'd lay on your lap and arch into you, displaying his body for you, only to turn around and act like nothing happened within a split second, even touching your sensitive spots and acting oblivious. Whenever- actually, you could go on all day long. And right now, he'd finally realized what he did.

His expression flows from one of relief into one of guilt. He turns his head from you, snapping his eyes down to your hand over his still painfully hard dick before dragging them back up when the sight alone had made him twitch in your hands.

His thighs had been strongly pressed against your arm before you used your other hand to make Lucifer look at you. He looked frustrated, ashamed, confused- why all of that? Because this wasn't the outcome he expected. He thought you'd have your way with him, bend him over the nearest flat surface and fuck him out of his mind, he thought you'd overstimulate him until he couldn't think of another thing other than the sting of his drawn out pleasure, thought you'd be rough with him.

But no, you were gentle.

With your actions, at least. Your words were pure venom. "You want to get treated like some desperate slut, huh?" "You look down on those sinners but you're no fucking better." "You're already drooling? My god you're pathetic." "You haven't earned my touch- much less the right to cum. You've been nothing but an inconvenience, you're lucky I'm even doing this" as you so gently jerked him off with the most delicate touches, holding his hand, ghosting your lips over his neck and moved the hair out of his face. The juxtaposition from the two extremes of your words and actions drove him insane- he just couldn't deal with it, you were tearing down his whole being by the second- and eventually, he couldn't hold himself anymore.

You don't spare him a word as you push his legs apart and watch them tremble to stay open for you as rushed apologies and poor excuses left his mouth. Before he could continue with his apologies, you roughly rub your fingers over his tip, earning a broken, fucked out moan from him, his tail a dead giveaway of his enjoyment of the new treatment.

"Is this what you wanted?" Was your unamused response. You kept going at the much rougher pace you had just now set, his eyes fought to remain open as more tears flow out of his red, glowing eyes; he wasn't prepared for such intensity after what you had put him through "aah- mh- w-wait -oh goodness- please! Have mercy!" His pleading falls on deaf ears as you continue at your current movement. The king of hell had his pride completly broken, and you weren't even close to being done with him.

Ah, seems like the two of you have a long night ahead of you

I just found out about weevils I am not the same woman I was 10 minutes ago. I love these stupid little guys. I love them so much. I love weevils.

Sorry for dying I'm back tho with like a truckload of stuff in mind to tell yall abt. Also I don't proofread or anything this is like as raw as it gets.

Ermm @ ing @bigfatbimbo because this mf into lucifer FOR REAL💪💪

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djs4nddisc0s · 1 year ago

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toby headcanons? :) sfw or nsfw I just live for him 🖤 thx!

sighhh Toby… sighh my submissive and breedable malewife…🙁🤍🎀

Of course, thank you for requesting<3! (All other asks in my inbox are being worked on btw! Remember, these are my personal headcanons, you’re allowed to disagree and these also won’t relate too much to canon. Kinda ‘realistic’. Not proofread.)

Toby Rogers sfw and nsfw Hc’s!

(SFW)

Starting off with his looks I deff agree with how shatteredankles draws him. (their art is so😻)

His style is like midwestern emo but with a bit of grunge

I like the hc of him being German, but I think he grew up in Colorado

However his mom still used the language, culture, food and stuff like that in the household

He has a small cabin in the woods that he lives in (sorry no slendermansion this time)

TERRIBLE trust issues due to his past

Craves physical touch but also is scared of it thanks to ole daddy-o🤓 (ew cringe)

That being said he loves giving physical touch but since he can’t feel pain it’s hard for him to know if he’s hurting you

He may not be able to feel pain but he can feel other sensations like pleasure or little tingles (he can bc I say so, fight me)

Smokes every once in a while but only weed

Picnic dates.

If you do your makeup he’ll watch you with all the wonder in the world

Has even let you do it on him a few times

Pretty possessive, you’re the only person outside of his sister and mother that has been so understanding and loving, the thought of you leaving terrifies him

Whenever you go out for groceries or with friends (which sadly is rare due to his attitude towards it) you have to text him with little check-in texts to ease his nerves

(NSFW)

About 7.5 inches

HAPPY TRAIL MEOOOOW😻

He used to jerk off like a teenage boy in the middle of puberty

Once he met you (before dating) he would continue to do so but just to you

Pictures, voice recordings, even on call with you a couple times

Finally once you two started dating he could try the real thing

FEM! “F-Fuck… your pussy feels f-fucking amazing..!”

MASC! “Such a g-good boy- shit! So good”

HE IS A SWITCH AND YOU CAN NOT PROVE ME WRONG‼️

Mommy/Daddy kink no questions asked

I feel like most of the pastas would have a thing for chasing you through the woods to catch you right there and ravish you right where they caught you… just silly thoughts😋

He’s deff be open to trying anything you like if it makes you happy

However he wouldn’t want to hurt you too bad if that’s what you’re into

Light degradation on both parts

Fucking AMAZING at giving head, you’ll be seeing stars

If he’s bottoming he can either be the most obedient you’ve ever had or he’s a pain in the ass brat.

I feel like even though he can’t feel the pain from edging/overstimulation it still gets him worked up

Pull his hair while he’s going down on you it lets him know he’s doing good

WHIMPERS🔥

If you’ve edged/overstimulated him too much he’ll either take control or start begging so pretty for you

Will do the same back as punishment if you kept going even if he begged

Tying your hands behind your back and PLOWING into you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to

Remember when I said he was possessive, yeah jealous sex comes from that

Also remember the makeup thing? Mascara running down your face turns him on more

Sighh I love my gf he’s such a fucking loser freak☹️

(I hope you enjoyed<3!)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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Not a Word 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, violence, parental abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

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The smell of the roast fills the house as you focus on small tasks, things that aren’t urgent but keep you busy. Sy’s footfalls creak in the floorboard as he looms in the front room. You’re thankful to have him away from you for the time being. You’re confused and concerned about his unannounced arrival.

You’re not sure what he means. Blessing. You look at the flowers. You’re not stupid. That’s a clear gesture and yet why would he do that for you? Why would he have an interest in you?

The bigger question, one you can’t answer, how do you feel? Sy is nice enough but he’s scary all the same. Big and boisterous. He’s never done anything to you but you don’t really know him, do you? He doesn’t really know you. Well, this must be his way of getting to know you.

It’s all a mystery to you. Relationships and all. Even familial one. You know from the movies that what you have with your dad isn’t normal. You can feel that he only really resents you.

“Smells good,” Sy startles you.

You peek over your shoulder and close the fridge. You go to the sink to rinse the cloth of the crumbs you wiped off the shelves. You wring it out and hang it to dry over the edge of dish rack.

“Daddy’s late,” he clucks. “Ain’t he?”

You look at the clock then him and shrug. He circles the table, pacing as his thick fingers twiddle. As he prowls, you’re reminded of a coyote. They always get into the shed in the hotter months, tearing at the rubbish stored there before truck day.

“Anything I can help with, sugar? I don’t wanna be in your way,” he offers.

You shake your head. You turn to the stove and open it slightly to check the roast. Still a bit to go. The potatoes need some softening. You shut it as the floor groans. You peek back and catch only Sy’s back as he disappears down the hall. He must need the bathroom.

You continue your meandering cleaning. It’s not really messy at all but the place is old and everything’s a bit worn out, including you. As you adjust a canister in the spice rack, a noise catches your ear. Something familiar.

You tiptoe to the hall and peer down it. You frown. Your bedroom is open. You go down and peek inside. Sy stands facing the wall, staring at the diamond art you did of finches in a nest. It’s one of your favourites so you hung it.

He leans in as you tap on the door frame. He flinches and looks at you. He gives a sheepish expression and runs his hand over his beard.

“Sorry, wasn’t meanin’ to intrude but the door was open so I... I was just lookin’ at this. You made it?”

You nod. How can you tell him to get out? You have no way of making him. The door doesn’t always catch, he might not be lying.

“Real pretty,” he praises and approaches you, “like you.”

You blink and back up. You point back down the hall. You scurry away before he reaches you. You enter the kitchen and pull out a small saucepan. You’ll need it to make the gravy even if you won’t have the drippings to do so for some time.

The puffing putter of your father’s truck underlines the tension as Sy lurks in behind you. You stay facing the stove, stilling your hands as you keep them on the hot edge of the stove. The warmth is just short of unbearable.

Sy exhales and you brace yourself. Your heart beats furiously in anticipation. What will your dad think? How will he react? Usually, the large man cozens him with beer but today he’s only brought flowers. You can’t help but think of those floral curtains your dad tore down because they were too girly.

Your dad clamours loudly up the steps. The door opens and snaps shut behind his stomping. He keeps his boots on as he enters the kitchen and scuffs short.

Sy clears his throat, “hey, Don, how’s it goin’?”

“Mmph, what’re ya doin’ here?” Your dad grumbles. You watch over your shoulder as he brushes past the large man and slams his lunch pail on the table. “Damn shit show down at the shop.”

“Every day, isn’t it?” Sy chuckles.

“Why’re you dressed like a funeral?” Your dad sniffs as he goes to the fridge. He snorts as he takes out the last beer. “Runnin’ low on Miller, too.”

You wince and turn back to the stove. You do your best not to draw any attention. The awkwardness is as stolid as the heat radiating from the metal.

“Well, ya know, I was comin’ to ask ya something important,” Sy explains. “About your daughter.”

Your dad cracks the can open and slurps, nearly choking at the end, “her? What’d’ya want with that deaf rat?”

Sy inhales audibly, “now, that ain’t no way to talk about a lady, is it?”

“Lady?” Your dad chortles, “sure, Syverson, whatever you wanna call the appliance.”

“I’m gonna say it one more time, you don’t talk about a lady that way,” Sy warns, the nervousness fading from his tone. “I came to ask for your blessing as I do have intentions with her. I’d like to... to build something with her. I’m a good man, Don, I think--”

“Fucking shit,” your dad guffaws. “You ain’t serious? Her?”

“She’s a nice lady. She keeps a good house, don’t she?”

“She’s no use to you,” he retorts. “Got no more personality than a lamp. She can turn the stove on and wipe a dish clean but nothing else goin’ on there.”

The oven buzzes and you quickly silence the timer. You take the oven mitts as the men behind you shift. You step back to open the door and carefully balance the roast pan as you bring it up onto the burners. Your dad makes another throaty noise.

“Sure smells like a good dinner,” Sy says. “How about we enjoy it together--”

“You’re fucking laughin’.” Your dad accuses. “Makin’ a joke of me ‘cause I’m stuck with the moron.”

“Don,” Sy grits.

“Nah, she’s a doornail, I know it. I don’t need ya pullin’ my leg about it.”

“I’m not,” Sy insists.

“Look at her. Like a goddamn robot. All she know how to do is cook and clean. Empty inside, ya know? It’s why she don’t talk. Nothin’ goin’ on, nothin’ to say.”

“That ain’t true, and ya know it. You got no right mistreating your own daughter. I don’t like it.”

“She’s my daughter, so why don’t ya take that ugly tie and get outta my house?” Your father snarls.

“I came here honestly, Don. I’m not here to argue. I asked ya a question--”

“No, you ain’t got my blessing. I told ya, she’s a fucking invalid--”

“Don’t--”

“You big lumphead, why don’t you ask her and see what she says?” Your dad interrupts. “Huh, see what you hear...” he pauses and you don’t move. You’re terrified. “See? She’s wacky--”

“Don, you have some respect for her--”

“Don’t tell me how to treat my own kin.”

“Well, I’m tellin’ ya,” Sy sneers as his shadow moves.

“You threatening me right now, boy?” Your dad puffs.

“Only if you’re not gonna show her some decency--”

“Get out of my house. You’re just as screwy as her. Two of ya together, fucked--”

“Stop.”

“Well, it’s true. Fucking mad for even thinkin’ of it--”

“You don’t treat her right--”

“And what would ya do with her? Big fucking ox like you. I seen the way you handle an engine. You’d break her.”

“I didn’t call you any names, you don’t needa be rude.”

“Rude? Aw, baby boy--”

“I been nice, Don--”

“Boo fucking h--”

The crack of bone on bone makes you flinch. Then the loud crash and clatter draws you around. Your head is thrumming as your father’s body sprawls across the floor, the table scraping away from him. You only see his feet poking out from the other side.

Sy stands over him, squared up, fists clenched, panting heavily. He’s a terrifying sight as he glares down at your father. You clasp your hands over your chest and sway. He doesn’t move.

Slowly, you come around to look at your dad. He’s unconscious. His head lolls to one side as trickle of blood appears at the corner of his mouth. He’s not moving. You stare at his chest in search of his breath. One hit... no, that couldn’t be.

The flowers lay across the floor, the canister overturned as water pools on the tile.

“Told him not to insult ya,” Sy growls.

Your eyes round and lower yourself to look over your dad. He can’t be gone. That doesn’t make any sense. There’s no way one punch could kill him. Is there?

“Don’t touch him, sugar,” Sy commands as he bends to catch your wrist before you can check for a pulse. “I’ll take care of it.”

You look at him and your mouth falls open. What does he mean? You fidget in his grasp and shake your other hand. What do you mean?

“I didn’t mean to...” he drags you up and away from your dad.

You let him, quaking and afraid. If he can do that to your dad, what could he do to you? He puts you by the stove.

He turns and strides around the table. He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts up your dad and carries out his limp body. You watch after him until you hear the garage door. What is he doing?

You cling to the stove and listen. You hear metals and scraping, the grind of the rusted old hood opening in that old broken Bronco truck. A cantankerous cacophony. Then a deafening crash.

The garage door opens and Sy’s footsteps come down the hall. He walks in calmly and pulls the table back into place. He fixes the chair and gathers up the stems, putting them all back into the canister. He hands the bunch to you.

“Needs more water.” He says plainly. “I’ll get the mop.” You stare at him as you hold the canister in your hands.

He backs away and leaves you without another word. You look at the flower then fill the canister again. You put it back on the table as he comes back. He hands you the mop.

“You mind? I gotta call the medics for your daddy,” he drawls. “You know, I told him not to yank that chain. Whole engine just came down on him...”

Your lashes flutter in confusion. You take the mop and he steps away. He takes out his cell phone and pauses, inhaling deeply. You sop up the water cautiously.

He dials out and lifts the phone to his ear. You take the mop to wring out in the tub. You go down the hall and peek through the open garage door. You stop short as you come upon the scene.

Your dad is bent under the open hood, his shoulders contorted grossly. The hoist is overturned, the chains twisted as the engine sandwiches your dad’s head beneath it. A tragic scene of carelessness. Staged perfectly.

Your stomach churns as Sy’s voice drowns under the tempo of your fear. You grip the mop and twitch as your insides spasm. You think you’re going to be sick.

Dead. He's dead. Sy killed him. It was an accident. He said so. He didn't mean to, right? He couldn't have meant to. They were friends. He always came over with beer. For your dad, not you.

“Aw, honey, don’t look at all that,” Sy comes down the hall towards you and you shy away.

You bring the mop close to you and stumble away from him. You hold it up then quickly flee. You scurry down the bathroom as the garage door clicks shut. Sy tuts as he lingers.

“Gotta wait for the cops to show,” he calls after you. “They on their way.”

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