#also notice that I get slightly more aggressive (not in the bad way! I can’t describe it so that’s the closest word I have right now)

[redhotarsenic-after-dark]

My biting kink is so strong that if I am enabled I legitimately start getting feral in my head 👍

[southparktexts]

hi bby! saw ur reqs are open and ur inbox in empty!! so lemme get main three with a makeup gf who wants to do their makeup/skincare :3

AAAA OMG ITS BAE !!! HII BABE ABSOLUTELY YOU ANGEL !!

Doing Makeup on the Main 3

stan;

- okay, you know that episode where stan has a band and he plays a song abt him hating living on a farm?

- if you get it you get it

- you unironically already do his makeup for him

- but not full face though

- you help him with eyeliner on his under eyes

- i can see you bringing up the subject

- one day you were hanging in your room

- stan resting his head on your lap as you play with his hair silently

- eventually you got bored.

“stannnn can i do your makeup?”

“..why? im not performing anytime soon.”

“please..?”

“..fine”

- okay some headcannons time

- you do his makeup on his lap

- you’re doing concealer and he’s rambling to you about a fight with his dad.

- actually kinda stress relieving to him.

- i can see him as a cautious boyfriend when you do his foundation.

“ah- not the eyes..”

“careful.. the beanie..”

- also will slightly regret it..

“this is so gay.. you’re lucky i love you.”

- he doesn’t want to admit that he loves it.

- after you’ve cooked you show him and he gives you a ‘good job’ nod and kisses your forehead.

“..okay get this off me.”

kyle ;

- hear me out, kyles always had a fascination with makeup.

- i can see kyle watching his mom do her makeup and just being so interested.

- naturally, he was curious to see what he would look like with makeup.

- one day he was over at your house, you guys had a date planned in a few hours and you were doing your makeup

- kyle being kyle he watched, noticing how you grew more and more frustrated with your eyeliner.

- wiping it off with a q-tip aggressively.

- he continued watching as he thought to himself

- ‘if only she had someone to practice on..”

- he turned out to be the perfect person.

- he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheeks.

“do you wanna practice on me, love?”

“wait.. really?”

- the way your eyes light up, it made him want to ask that question all the time just to see your reaction again and again.

- while you’re doing his makeup he’ll ask you questions.

“soo is this.. blush..?”

“no baby this is concealer”

“oh.. what does that do?”

- he actually was interested and learnt a lot from you

“so now we’re going to use some setting spray.”

“oh i think my mom uses that!”

- off topic but he definitely remembers your shade and buys you makeup pallets and new products.

kenny;

- okay. okay. LET ME COOK.

- so as a juggalo myself, juggalos have events called ‘gathering of the juggalos’

- kenny and you were conveniently going to this event.

- as an icp fan its important to have the iconic black and white clown makeup!

- although you and your boyfriend were over at your house getting ready.

- when you saw kenny using bad drugstore makeup to do his clown face.

“uh.. ken?”

“yea hun?”

“do you want me to do that for you?”

“sure darl’”

- you had to scrub that shit off his face but it was so worth it.

- in the middle of you doing the white foundation you had just done prior on his face he’ll lean in a kiss you

“kennn!! no kisses”

“sorry doll, can’t help it.”

- the most laidback of all the boys

- will randomly kiss you all over

- but he doesn’t stay still when you’re doing the clown features in black.

- after your done cooking, you show him in the mirror.

- he does some silly poses, making you laugh and kisses your forehead.

“i love it my little juggalette”

“i love you to my juggalo”

reqs are open !! also i cooked wtf??

[artdcnaldson]

hiii it’s 🎀 coming off anon :0 i finally caved and made a challengers fixation blog

n e ways …. puppy art with his needy little puppy teeth has been chewing the wires of my brain bc this mf is not used to getting denied, he’s usually such a good boy and gets everything he wants and more (deserved) !! but i also think he has a brat streak that doesn’t come out until he’s more comfortable, especially when patrick enters your dynamic.

maybe you and patrick start getting closer. the two of you end up taking on a sort of mommy and daddy type dynamic for art when he’s in his puppy headspace, which translates well to the two of you occasionally hooking up when art is busy (cough and talking about him while you’re getting each other off, but he doesn’t know that). he notices that you and patrick get more comfortable with each other, more casually affectionate, and it spikes jealousy in him at the worst time bc all of you are busy and can’t play that week for whatever reason. so, art starts acting out. he’s snappier with you, he’s passive aggressive in general, he’s serving balls to patrick that feel distinctly aimed at his face.

need him to brat out so bad that you and patrick are forced to punish him. he’s been a bad puppy and bad puppies don’t get treats. bad puppies have to watch patrick give you orgasm after orgasm while he’s not allowed to touch. bad puppies have to sit next to the bed, hard and drooling. he starts out so huffy and angry, rolling his eyes and growling at you both, but by your third orgasm, the bratty attitude is long gone. little sobs are catching in his chest. he’s literally watching you like this.

he’s rethinking all his choices :(( he doesn’t wanna be a bad puppy, he doesn’t wanna be in puppy jail :((( he wants to be a good boy again but he’s sunk so deep in his headspace he can’t talk anymore, just whine and cry :(((

aaaauuuuuuughhghghhhhhh

Oh he’s so possessive, so bratty :((( it’s not fair that mommy and daddy get to play when he’s not there :((( he wants to know what you’re talking about, what you’re thinking. What you do to each other.

Patrick kisses you in front of him, before you head off to work on a major project for one of your classes and leave them alone at the courts. It’s a hungry, intense kiss. He sees your tongues licking into each others mouths and he scowls. When you go to tell him bye, you go for a sweet kiss on the cheek and he turns, captures your mouth hungrily, clumsily. His teeth clack against yours, his tongue presses between the seam of your lips and he imagines he’s licking every trace of Patrick from inside of your mouth.

His eyes are a little wet around the lashes when he pulls back, his anger clearly visible. You give Patrick a look over your shoulder, he just shrugs. No use on worrying about it now, not when you all had shit to do.

But then Art starts talking back, getting a bratty little attitude. You text him hey, wanna watch a movie tn? He responds shouldn’t you ask patrick?

It makes things click. Patrick had dealt with his attitude on the court, his icy demeanor. You were dealing with getting ignored and his bitchy, jealous attitude.

You have established plans on Saturday, ones Art wasn’t going to back out of and just give you two the chance to fuck around without him. The second you walk into their dorm, he’s on you— his hot tongue licking at your throat, his strong body pinning you against the door.

You’re quick to strip, to reveal every inch of your body that he’s been dying for all week. He strips obediently, until he’s bare and aching for you to touch him, to let him use his body to please you. “Patrick next,” you coo, and he’s on Patrick immediately, kissing him hungrily as he peels off every article of clothing on the brunette.

“Missed you,” he whines.

“Yeah?” You ask softly. You meet Patrick’s gaze over his shoulder, smirk slightly. “Well, mommy and daddy think you’ve been a bad puppy this week.”

He huffs, jaw clenched as he steps back from you. Patrick grabs onto his shoulders, pushes him down onto his knees beside the bed. His cock twitches where it stands upright between his thighs, all pink and droopy with need.

“You can’t have a treat if you’ve been bad, Art,” you tell him. “We don’t want to reinforce bad behaviors, and you’ve been so territorial lately.”

He gets so pouty when he doesn’t get his way— he’s so good at bringing pretty little crocodile tears to his eyes. “I just don’t want to be left out,” he whines. “I’ll be good, just lemme—“

Patrick silences him with two fingers deep in his mouth. Art’s moan is muffled around them. “Puppies don’t talk. Now sit there and watch so we can rub your nose in it.”

He starts salivating at the sight of your bare pussy— all wet and needy, aching to be filled. Patrick purposefully takes his time, spreads you out with his fingers so Art can really see the needy flutter of your hole. He growls, really growls, feels himself sinking deeper into the headspace as he’s denied what he wants.

“This could’ve been yours to play with if you weren’t such a bad boy, Art,” Patrick says with a grin. Art watches as Patrick sinks one finger into your cunt, then a second. He’s so close he can smell your need, that he can hear the wet pass of Patrick’s fingers fucking in and out. He huffs, goes to turn away, only for you to grab him by his hair and force him to watch. His jaw clenches and he rolls his eyes.

Three thick fingers buried in your pussy, art whines at the sight of your body accommodating them— at the peek of pink inside. You cum easily like that— stretched on Patrick’s fingers with his thumb on your clit. Art’s cock leaks pathetically on his lap, kicking and drooling stringy beads of precum that pool onto his thigh.

Art’s mouth waters when Patrick eats your pussy, sloppy and messy and feral. He feels his mouth filling with drool, has to swallow it down over and over as he itches to lap at your pretty, glistening folds. Patrick moans at your taste, slows down so art can really watch the way his tongue parts you, the creamy arousal that clings to his tongue. The tip of his tongue flicks at your clit, makes your thighs twitch and tremble.

Art’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, he feels himself drooling but can’t help it. He’s so lost in the punishment, in being a good puppy and learning his lesson. Your hands dig into Patrick’s hair, rough and needy as you guide his mouth where you need it. Your hips cant off the bed as you desperately grind against his face, seeking your finish.

A gush of wetness escapes you, soaking Patrick from nose to chin. He grins, licks his lips, and cleans off the mess between your thighs with his mouth. Art’s squirming by then, hips bucking up against the air, drooling down his chin, needing attention, needing to taste.

He wants to just die when Patrick sinks into you, when he watches your pussy stretch to fit his fat cock inside. He wants to lick at the place where you’re joined— taste your slick off the base of Patrick’s cock, clean the ring of creamy white that forms with each rough thrust. Your nails dig into Patrick’s shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as he pounds you.

Frustrated, pathetic tears slip from Art’s eyes, and he whines over and over again, desperate for attention. You finally reach over, scratch your nails through his hair affectionately. He gives a pleased little whine, watches Patrick fuck you as you pet him.

Patrick’s balls press against you with each thrust, make a soft plap against your arousal-slick flesh. He wants Patrick to cum, to empty his balls into your cunt so Art can be good and clean you up. Patrick looks over, moans at the sight of Art so disheveled and fucked.

His face smeared with drool, pupils blown, flushed down to his chest. Pretty pink nipples drawn all tight, cock throbbing an angry red. God, it’s so hot when he gets this way.

Originally, Patrick planned on torturing art a little longer, but how can he when he’s so fucking adorable? He cums, spills hot and thick inside of you. When he pulls out, your twitching cunt expels a gush of his seed, pretty pearly white and slipping down towards the sheets.

“C’mon, puppy, clean up.”

Art’s on you in a second, licking at your cunt with a fervor neither of you have seen before. Long, quick laps of his tongue as he grinds against the mattress. All he feels is the hot pleasure of friction on his cock, the taste of Pat’s cum and your juices. He could’ve been down there forever— he loses time. He’s just being a good boy, doesn’t even notice when he cums and goes oversensitive. He just keeps humping the bed and licking at your cunt.

You cum hard into his mouth, warm and wet, accompanied by another rush of Patrick’s cum slipping out. He cleans it up, keeps licking you until you can’t take it and you have to pull him by his ear to join you at the top of the bed. He licks your neck your cheek, anywhere he can reach.

“You’re such a good puppy, Art. You made mommy and daddy so proud, didn’t you?”

He nods, sucks a bruise onto your throat. You click your tongue, keep your voice soft. “We need to hear you say it, okay? Need you to come back to us now.”

Patrick rubs his back affectionately as you hold his face, make him hold eye contact with you, breathe slowly. You see his gaze return to normal, lose that haze. He kisses you softly on the lips, then turns and kisses Patrick.

“I made you proud,” Art repeats, and the words feel a little foreign on his tongue after not speaking for a while.

“Mhmm,” Patrick says, scratching his hair. “You just needed some training. But you’re our good puppy again, baby.”

[lfghughes]

Jealousy, Jealousy

a/n: got a little carried away with my writing but writing a jealous jack was pretty fun.

warnings: some slight cursing here and there

The talking stage with guys was always weird because sometimes you were just unsure where you stood. You and Jack had been talking romantically for a good month and a half now and it was all really simple. You two got to hang out a lot but you didn’t really talk about a lot of personal things, it was really just you two getting to know each other and with the way his schedule was there really wasn’t a whole lot of time anyways which you completely understood. You completely understood because your cousin who was one of your closest friends and more so like a brother to you played for the Islanders which wasn’t all too far from New Jersey so you got to see him pretty often. But you never really brought him up in conversations because there just wasn’t a reason to and you and Jack just hadn’t really talked about family that deeply. When Jack got you tickets to go watch his game that was against the Islanders you were actually so excited about the fact you’d get to see Jack in action but see your cousin too, maybe after even introduce them to each other but even though Jack got you tickets something was off about him. He had started being short with you and you weren’t really sure why the sudden change so you didn’t talk a whole lot and you didn’t bring up him hanging out with you and your cousin after the game if he was just going to be in a bad mood. But you still came out and watched the game, waving to your cousin as he skated by and then to Jack who ignored you once again. At this point you’re not even sure why he gave you tickets, maybe this was his thing for ending a relationship, he gave girls tickets to soften the blow or some weird boy thought. You watched the game intensely, noticing how much more physical Jack was being than normal and your jaw dropped when he got into a fight with one of the Islanders, actually not just any of them but your cousin to be specific. You were in complete shock over this. Once the game ended you waited in the usual spot where he would come find you after games and when he showed up he basically stormed past you. Yeah, you were not putting up with this today. You weren’t sure why now a month and a half later he was suddenly being a jerk and if he didn’t want this going further all he had to do was say he didn’t see you two working out romantically. So you followed him out to his car, sliding into the seat and he looked over at you like you were some stranger almost. “What your boyfriend can’t take you home or something?” He asked and your jaw fell slightly at the aggressive tone. “My boyfriend? What? What the hell is wrong with you Jack?” You asked as he pulled out his phone, searching for something clearly before he tossed his phone onto your lap. When you looked at the photo on his phone you saw it was you and your cousin having lunch a few days earlier. “Okay, I don’t get it?” You asked because it still wasn’t clicking in your head why he was upset about your lunch. “If you want to date other people that’s fine but I’m not interested in just being one of your many hockey boyfriends.” He snatched his phone back and sat back like he was waiting for you to leave his car. “Jack, what in the literal hell is wrong with you. That is my cousin. He plays for the Islanders and yeah you made a great impression on him tonight.” Now it was his turn to go silent as his jaw dropped. “Wait…What?” He asked quietly and you nodded your head, a little angry but also mostly hurt. “He’s my cousin, not a secret boyfriend and I can’t believe that’s what you think of me and you weren’t even going to ask? You had to make a big deal out of it for what?” You asked as you moved to get out of the car. “Wait no, shit. I’m so so sorry. God I am such an idiot.” He apologized, his hand going out like he was trying to stop you from leaving. “Yeah, you are.” There really wasn’t much else you could say to him. “I am so sorry, fuck. I should have talked to you. I really am sorry, please let me make it up to you.” He begged and you knew it had been a whole big understanding even if you were still hurt and angry. “Well for starters I think you owe him a big apology for that random fight you started. As for me, you have a lot of work to do but I really like you Jack so I want us to talk it out.” You told him and he nodded his head slowly. “I’ll do anything, I promise. I really like you too and I just I don’t know I got jealous because I thought you felt the same way and I was going to make it official with you but then I saw the photos but I should have talked it out. I’m so sorry.” You knew his behavior wasn’t excusable but Jack was a good guy a genuine good guy so you would forgive him. “It’s okay…Wait does this mean you’re still going to make it official?” You asked and he nodded his head at you. “I mean if I haven’t completely ruined my chances, yes.” The answer was yes from you too, you wanted to at least try and see where this could go officially. “Well my cousin is going to give you a hell of a time now for sure."

[stellasvault]

• ravioli and two glasses of water

my first ever hobie x reader drabble!! ☀️

pairings: hobie brown x blk!fem!reader

desc: 💜 it’s one of the rare occasions where hobie takes u to a fancy restaurant instead of a simple pirated movie, but it’s not going as well as you planned..

warnings: fluff so sweet you’ll get cavities, sfw, reader is briefly referred to as a lady

notes: i’ve been thinking about this trope for a while lmao 😭 um also this is barely proofread so pls excuse any errors/bad writing!!

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“hobie, are you seriously still choosing?” you ask, huffing at the sight of your boyfriend sitting across from you, still choosing his meal for the night.

“hush love,” hobie said, still distracted by the large menu of italian delicacies in his large, dark hands. “gotta make sure i pick the right food so i don’t waste none of it, yeah?”

you sighed and ran your hands down your blood red dress, which looked well with your soft brown skin. you took in your surroundings for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. it was a fancy, yet cozy italian restaurant that was lit with candles and soft lamps, the perfect romantic setting. you also couldn’t help to notice how beautiful hobie looked under the lighting. his hooded eyelids showing off his lengthy eyelashes, his lip ring shimmering in the light. the smell of sauces and seasonings lingered on your nose, the hollow feeling in your stomach seemed to swallow you up.

you heard hobie hum. “hm, the cheesy garlic bread sounds nice.” he put down his menu before opening his mouth again to say,

“you’re overreacting about this whole ‘nice restaurant’ thing, sweets. it’s really not tha’ important.” he grinned at you before you rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the male waiter at your side, who clearly heard every word hobie had said.

you plastered a shiny smile for the employee, “hi! i think we’re ready to order, aren’t we, hobie?” you glared at him as you said his name, symbolizing your annoyance and anger at him. you subtly kicked his shin from under the table.

“sure, what can i get you two?” the waiter asked. to your surprise, he had an american accent and spoke in a stiff voice.

“i-“ you began, but hobie had already decided to order.

“i’ll take some cheesy garlic bread, if you don’t mind, and me and the lady will be sharing the large lobster ravioli.” hobie smirked as he said this, the waiter scribbling the order down.

“of course, it’ll be right with you shortly.” the waiter answered before bowing slightly and going to talk to a nearby chef. meanwhile, you were almost fuming.

“aw, lovey, why so blue?” hobie mockingly pouted before chucking almost silently. you squeezed the seat under you, cursing at him under your breath.

“trust me, restaurants like these ain’t all tha’.” hobie continued, ignoring your looming anger.

“can’t you just act respectful for once, hobie? this isn’t one of your band gigs!” you scolded him like a mother, it was only amusing to him.

hobie lightly kicked your leg in response, as your cheesy garlic bread had already arrived.

“thank you..” you nodded at the waiter awkwardly, taking the basket of the delicious bread.

hobie smirked at your sudden silence. the only sound between you two was both of your chewing, hobie’s appetite being bigger, his eating was more aggressive, his plump lips covered in melted cheese and bread crumbs.

you sighed. “hobie, pass me the basket.” you tried to hide the anger in your voice with no avail, your teeth gritted together.

he played with his lip ring using his tongue in response. “hm, why don’t you just come sit next to me then? it’s not practical for you to sit all the way over there.” he explained with a smirk.

“that’s not practical, hobie! i’m supposed to be sitting here!” you were full-on whining like a spoiled little kid now. you hated how you sounded like a little jerk, but you just wanted to have a nice date, was that too much to ask?

well, for hobie, it was definitely a big ask.

“you’re not supposed to be sitting over there in my book, lovey.” he snickered, patting the spot next to him. “here you go, enough room here, right?”

your mouth opened to shoot back with a comeback, ready to make him eat his words. but for some reason it felt as though you weren’t controlling your body as you obediently sat down at his side.

hobie clucked his tongue in satisfaction. “see, darling? was it that hard?” he asked in a mocking baby voice.

it was lucky that before you could throw a fit, the same waiter that had taken your order came with a large plate of mouth-watering ravioli and buttered lobster. the waiter swiftly put down the dish before filling up both your waters with fresh sparkling water.

“thank you, sir.” you thanked the waiter, hobie showing his agreement with a nod. the waiter nodded back and disappeared.

“looks better than i thought.” hobie noted appreciatively before digging in and shoveling ravioli in his mouth. you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your boyfriend devouring his food, sauce staining his lips.

you lifted your glass of water to your lips before taking a sip. the fizzy flavor exploded in your mouth, your tongue getting tingles all over.

“you’re right, hobie. it does look pretty good.” you agreed, picking up your fork and taking a bite of the hot lobster. you immediately marveled at the delicious buttery flavor.

you hummed in content. this wasn’t too bad, right?

you took your fork again to try the ravioli instead. but of course, right before the fork could reach your lips, hobie grabbed the fork from your hand and put it in his mouth instead. he excruciatingly appreciated the taste with exaggerated moans of delight and slowly licking his lips. you stared at him in shock. was he serious? doing this in a nice restaurant like this?

“i could get used to this,” hobie’s voice muffled by the food in his mouth, “we should go here more often.”

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that’s it! that’s the end of my first ever written thing-a-ma-jig!

thanks so much for reading! i appreciate it so much! :)

• 💜💜💜

[afandommultiverse]

Being A Hostage for Colonel Miles Quaritch

❀ A/n: GUESS WHO LEARNED HOW TO DO SMALL FONT IN HTML!!?? Me🤭 lmao so new look now~ I don’t know if you guys noticed yet but yes, the hc’s with moons are all connected and have their own story playing out in them, kinda like chapters, however, I will still be making headcanons outside of that small story and they will have a different emoticon. Also I know the ‘headcanons’ read more like a one-shot and that’s my bad guys. I'm tryna figure it out but for now please enjoy this third installment of my Quaritch headcanons.🫶

Side Note: I have been fairly gender neutral for the reader up until this point but for my story and nicknames sake technically its written in AFAB, I will continue to keep it as neutral as possible but I am sorry for any slip ups!

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

✿ picking up where we left off, Spider had been gone for a few hours and you were beginning to grow restless, starting to pace, first slowly then speeding up before finally you sat down and curled up into a ball. What were you going to do? You couldn’t help them, but you couldn’t let them kill Spider and you can’t afford the outcome of him seeing you die. Your main focus was getting him out of here

✿ however, your thoughts on how you were going to get him out were stopped by the sound of loud thudding footsteps near your door and the smell of blood. when the door opened you stood quickly, vigilant, ready to find the reason for such a smell. your eyes were on Spider, who was limp and nearly unconscious. running to him you hissed at the Colonel feeling stupid for having ever trusted him in the first place and as soon as Spider was laid down gently on the cot that was bought for them (Thanks Lyle), you swung

✿ Quaritch narrowly ducked, yelling out a quick “Hey now!” jumping back a few steps and fumbling, not having expected your aggressive behavior, you were quick but he was quicker, dodging you swiftly and finally when you lunged for him he grabbed you twisting and pulling around the room with each other before finally he had your front against the wall.

✿ he was a little pissed you squabbled with him but he couldn’t blame you, honestly, he’d looked like he had gone back on his word and he hated that. He didn’t care just because of you, no, he would hate for anyone to see him or know of him going back on his word, no one would tarnish that, especially not some ‘science nerds.’

✿ breathing heavily you cursed him out in your new native tongue to which he said “I know mama, I know they hurt your baby. I get it, okay? but I didn’t know a damn thing about it so stop taking this out on me, yeah?”

✿ this honestly only pissed you off more, having you thrashing in his hold relentlessly, it's then he push off of you a bit and in a quick flash flipped you around and pushed back into your space. your breath caught, the lack of air between the two of you not giving you much room to move in comfortably, but it wasn’t just that. No, it was also the smell of him, his freshly pressed and starched clothes were nostalgic of your own time in the marine corp, but underneath all that was the unadulterated smell of him. It makes your head dizzy 100%

✿ ngl he liked the way your eyes sorta glazed as you took him in, the smell, the gorgeous view I mean come on, and of course the feeling of him; pressed up against you, a little too much to just be fighting off any of your future advances. he didn’t mean to, honest, but he just felt pulled to you, physically and otherwise

✿ “Get off me.” you spit out with venom, eyes clearing and meeting his, slightly narrowed but not as much as before, sensing if you fought anymore it would just make things harder

✿ “Do you promise to be good?” you growled, something low and feral in the back of your throat before turning your head away sharply, annoyed and displeased that you had to submit to such a man (you lowkey like it though, cause bffr, ain’t nobody put your badass in check since you left the corp)

✿ “Good girl.” He could hear your heart skip a beat and grinned wolfishly, looking you up and down once more before backing away coolly and returning to spider

✿ Quaritch didn’t want to admit it, especially in the short time he has even known the kid but he was worried about him, unfamiliar with the device they had used on him earlier, he remembers a prototype that followed along that design when he was human but he didn’t expect it to go this far, seems he was wrong about yet another thing, which also pissed him off and while he was silently fuming he didn't notice you come sit at the head of the thin bed and pull spiders head into your lap

✿ when he did notice you, he watched the way you combed your fingers through spiders hair lovingly, moving it out of his face. you gently wet your thumb and wiped the blood off the top of his lip and looked hard for anything else wrong with him. Quaritch didn’t take his eyes off of you until you reached for the breathing mask you kept on the floor beside the cot and took a few deep breaths

✿ he figured he should as well as the pressure in his chest had begun to grow but when he took his last few breaths, the pressure had still not gone away. something in him wanted to say it was you but he internally rolled his eyes at that so hard that they damn near got stuck

✿ “I’m sorry, I didn’t know they would do that, the science geeks y’know?” shit you almost laughed, but instead, you shook your head and let out a deep breath.

✿ “What do you want with us, Quaritch? I won’t tell you where Sulley is.” he looked at you for a few seconds, honestly not knowing what to say, because he didn’t know what to do. he needed you guys for this mission, but keeping both of you around, especially this close didn’t seem like it would end well. for him or the general; he didn’t know yet.

✿ “I don’t expect you too, your boy didn’t,” he looked away, back down at spider, and tapped his arm twice before standing from his couch position. “He's strong, I’ll give him that. But I can’t just let you two go back, so we’ll keep you on for the ride, in the meantime you’ll be helping me and my team.” you quirked a brow

✿ “Helping you with what?” you didn’t like where this is going.

✿ “All things Na’vi of course.” he smiled and went to turn and walk out of the room, done with the conversation

✿ “Wait.” he paused, “if I help you, I need you to do something for me.” he turned, not promising anything, just curious to see what you would ask. “What?” you looked up at him and almost felt bashful, but the truth was you felt uncomfortable in your clothes, especially when you could feel the eyes of so many men on you, human and otherwise, raking you up and down like a piece of meat. they didn’t cover much more than what was needed and they seemed to take advantage. you didn’t miss that feeling at all since becoming one with the Na’vi, the people not as brash or disrespectful as the men here were.

✿ “could you bring me some clothes?” he wanted to laugh, the meaning behind the request almost escaping him but in two seconds flat he realized and it made his skin itch with irritation. the idea of anyone looking at you in a way you didn’t want began to tick him off. he blamed the reaction on the feelings he had for you prior to his death but in this new body those would be abolished, now the less he would respect your request, only to just keep your rapport, of course.

✿“Absolutely, sweetheart.”

❀ A/n: ahhh!! I’ve been wanting to get this out forever😩 but I've been working so damn much BUUUT I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Please leave any critique and don’t forget requests are open for anything!

[museqmeg]

Reporter’s Notes

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1st chapter: vashmeryl centric

Author’s Note:

This chapter is inspired by my own musings and experiences with my husband and our considerable size difference. I think Vash and Meryl’s is the same as us! I read online somewhere that Vash is 6’2” and Meryl is 4’11” making the difference 15 inches! My husband and I are the same at 6’5” and 5’2”. I thought it would be fun to give Meryl that experience as well since I see a lot myself in her and my husband in Vash - in stature and character.

Also, as an OG Trigun fan I can’t tell you how excited I am for all of the new fans enjoying these characters, world, and story. I hope you enjoy!

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It had been a few hours into the day’s journey, but the heat was insufferable. Meryl checked on Roberto in her peripheral and took a quick glance in the rear view mirror. Both her mentor and their “Typhoon” seemed to be dealing with the heat about as well as she was. It was more noticeable in Vash, since his long red coat wasn’t on and was folded neatly in the seat next to him.

It had been two days since the catastrophe at Jeneora Rock. They had picked Vash up the same night of the destruction. It took little convincing from Roberto to track him down and offer him a ride since the story for the article was even more incomplete, given the recent events. Vash had a small head start on them, but with their truck and trailer, it was easy to catch up. It wasn’t so easy to convince him to accept their offer of transportation to July.

Meryl read it on his face. The guilt and the ‘you guys shouldn’t hang around me, you saw what happens.’ But Meryl wasn’t going to hear it and just told him to get in, they needed to complete the interview. She felt a little bad using his exhaustion and her persistence to win the argument, but told herself it was better than him walking all the way to July.

After the few days of traveling together, they settled into a routine amongst the trio. Roberto smoking, drinking, and cantankerous as ever, Meryl the designated driver, and Vash right behind her - trying his best to not cause any waves and be as little of a burden as possible.

Meryl first noticed his subdued nature in their close proximity of the truck when he chose the seat behind her instead of Roberto. She wondered why he chose that seat, but didn’t reflect on it too long since he probably just picked the door closest to him to get in.

Now that it was unbearably hot and his coat was off, she was starting to piece little details about the Typhoon together.

One, without his jacket on and even sitting, he was taller than average. With his frame usually buried by his loud, red oversized coat, he seemed smaller and extremely submissive to the world around him. Without the coat and his form-fitting gunman’s attire on display, you couldn’t miss the broad shoulders and length of limbs - thus the need for the extra leg room in the back seat. With herself being petite and her seat much further up than Roberto’s, it now made sense why Vash had chosen the space behind her. If she had to guess, he was probably a couple inches over six feet. Slightly taller than Roberto and definitely towering over her just-under-five-foot frame.

Why hadn’t she noticed it before? Now, she could only assume it was because he actively tried to make himself smaller and non-threatening. After seeing how his first interactions with people were usually cautious, timid, and downright goofy, it made sense why he tried to diminish his tall frame. He didn’t want to startle or scare people. It was a stark contrast to the way he handled the E.G the Mine. When her and Roberto essentially kamikaze’d the bomber to get him to diffuse the explosives, Vash quickly came to help. But he was so serious and assertive. Not timid, but aggressive and demanding in that scenario.

Since they were just traveling, he was back to his “lost puppy” act, as Roberto put it. Meryl huffed a sigh after rolling over the two sides of the Vash coin. She took another glance in the mirror at Vash to help rifle through the information and was met with his teal-blue eyes looking back at her. He quickly gave her a warm smile, like the many he would give her and others when he caught them looking at him. The first time she couldn’t look away, but now… she felt her cheeks heat and heart race. She quickly looked away and focused back on the road. She did not need to be any warmer!

“Hey newbie. Why don’t we find a place to stop and take a quick break from the heat. I’m pretty sure there’s a plant station coming up soon where we can charge this heap and find some refreshments.” Roberto waved his flask and empty cigarette pack to emphasize the need to stop. “That good with you, puppy?”

Vash smiled at Roberto and gave him an affirmative nod.

Meryl also nodded before saying, “I think our puppy also needs to go for a walk and stretch those long legs of his.” She took a quick glance in the mirror to gauge his reaction and was not disappointed.

Vash had a look of knowing shock on his face. The startled expression, albeit quick and corrected to a more neutral facade, told her that he knew she was on to him. ‘Good,’ she thought, grinning to herself. What kind of reporter would she be if she wasn’t perceptive?

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This might turn into a collection of drabbles following the Tristamp crew over their two month journey to July. Since the show was a little faster paced and not a filler anime, that’s where we fanfic writers can step in and write shenanigans. ;)

[electricbluebutterflies]

Kabby + laughing during sex

Haven't done 4x01/4x02 grayspace in AGES and this is fun. Vaguely PG13-ish and also on ao3.

They waited twenty-odd years for this.

Abby is not disappointed by any means, let her make that opinion very clear. Surprised, slightly, but not-

Of course the sex is good. Given their past dynamics, she’s known it would be since the first time she ever thought about it. The comfort level, on the other hand, is much better than her expectations.

Blame it on the fact that in this world they’re in now, no one else gets her on that level. Marcus is the last person left who got an up-close view of every major thing she’s ever done whether it made logical sense or not, a constant recurring presence in her life even before respective career paths made them each other’s problem on a more structured and formal level, and on some level that’s always been reassuring. No matter what else happened, she knew he’d always be there in the background questioning her judgement and saying things she’s sure sounded a little more tactful in his mind and-

They changed, a few months ago. Everything changed and somehow nothing changed.

She’s known this would happen, in some form, for most of her life. She can’t say for certain that he was the first person she noticed that way, back when she was very young and thoughts about how two people could enjoy each other were new to her, but the timing was close and that became another constant in her life, even once he became difficult, even when she was married and… the occasional daydream about someone else does not count as infidelity, let her justify that, the fact that she wouldn’t have done anything under those circumstances does not-

Everything changed. Again and again. Somehow, she thinks, somehow it was always meant to lead to this.

There’s something decidedly comforting about having a body next to her that she has known in other contexts. Her daydreams may not have become reality until an hour ago, but she’d had more than enough valid reasons to see different parts of his skin over the years and especially these past few months, different injuries to tend and an understanding that she would be respectful and-

So was he, she reminds herself. So was he, those weeks when movement was uncomfortable for her. No delusions about protecting her modesty, but nothing beyond what could be explained by circumstances either, nothing inappropriate or-

Things change. People change. Will that ever feel normal, or will she always be distracted by that past?

She shifts position to look at him now, to run her fingers over his skin and map what she knows. She’s tended every new scar except for one, and it was just as well she wasn’t in proximity when that seemed like a good idea, and-

“What are you thinking right now?”

So many things, she would say if she wanted to talk. Something about cosmic inevitability, how long she’s waited and how certain she was of the ending but never the details, something-

Instead of any of that, instead of anything too intense for their current condition, Abby laughs. The body does what will, and-

“I didn’t think we’d happen like this.”

Marcus gives her one of those looks, in a past life a warning sign that he was about to say something intended to set her off and make her the bad person but in this one… she’s not as sure of him as she used to be, and the unpredictability has had positive results but at the same time-

“That was… decidedly less aggressive than-“

“I’m too tired for aggressive right now. Maybe later, but-“

“That wasn’t a complaint.”

She’s known, on some subconscious instinctive level, that the daydreams have been some kind of mutual for… as long as she’s had them if not longer, probably. The absolute inevitability of it all, so comforting and overwhelming at once, all of their eras and evolutions and this is the one where they finally-

“You sure about that?”

He doesn’t respond immediately, and there’s something warm about it, the averted eye contact and the mutual shock and they have both had a long few weeks and maybe-

“Aggressive will be fun. So was whatever that was.”

No wonder his various entanglements have never lasted long, she’s tempted to say. No sense of what’s appropriate in aftermath, absolutely no-

Maybe it’s different because it’s her, because she actually means something, because she suspects she’s the only person who ever has. She would never go as far as to assume unrequited love – there’s a nice ten or fifteen year stretch in there where she knew damn well he did not have that emotional depth, and its recent redevelopment is still weird – but something adjacent to it maybe, some kind of guiding light, some kind of-

“Fun,” she repeats, and such a small word shouldn’t taste bitter. “Is that all we are?”

“Too early to call.”

“Wrong answer.” She shifts position so he can see more of her, how good she looks in this state and… she hasn’t had to think about how she might be seen in nearly two years, and before that her marriage was always so easy like this new dynamic will never be, if they are something it won’t calm either of them any further and-

But they have to be something, she thinks. She’s never wanted casual from anyone. To be minimized like that would be-

“For once can you just… not immediately compartmentalize?”

“Who are you and what did you do with my lifelong nemesis,” she laughs, leaning in to take a kiss. “Those words just sound wrong in your voice.”

“I’m trying. Mostly for you.”

She never asked for that. They’ve had that fight, repeatedly, in the past few months the only reason they’ve gone at each other, and… somewhere along the line she accepted that while she’d more or less ended up with slightly more blame for his attempts at becoming an actually decent person than any of the abundance of other contributing factors to that midlife crisis, she wasn’t the goal of it. How their dynamic has developed in that time has been real and without ulterior motives, and that’s so damn strange coming from him but still-

As much as it still feels just a little wrong to admit it, she trusts him. Even when they were at their worst, she still did, but more so now, more so-

“I’m not your morality pet,” she murmurs. “Don’t forget that.”

“You’re not,” he replies, getting an arm around her back and pulling her a little closer. “You’re much more…”

They don’t talk for a while. They’re better that way.

[slightlystupidhun]

The One That Almost Stayed

A Quinn and Darlin fic that is based on the song, The One That Got Away, by the civil wars. It is set before Darlin meets Sam.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

TW: Cussing, Quinn, Hostility, Blood, Grooming, nonconsensual biting. This fic discusses serious issues Tank probably went through. Please viewer discretion is advised.

The first month of the budding relationship between Tank and Quinn went magically. They stuck to the same schedule during the week verses the weekend. He made them feel loved, respected and heard. He understood them, how they felt about the pack like no one else could. The main downside of this was that Tank started pulling away from the pack even more. Anytime anyone from the pack mentioned any outing Tank told them no, that they already had plans. They still kept up with the dinners and breakfast but the time they spent having them was shorter now.

David couldn’t help but notice that Tanker also picked up the habit of smoking when one day he found a pack of cigarettes in their bathroom cabinet. He only meant to find band aids but instead found the box. He brought it out and confronted them on it. They proceeded to snatch the box from his asking why the hell he was looking through their shit? That caused tank to withdraw from pack activities even more.

This was also the time that Quinn began coming over to their apartment. He would come over and sometimes even spend the night. Every time he came over Tank would unlock the door before locking it again. The conversation that followed always went like this.

“Wolfie why do you always lock your door?”

“Don’t call me Wolfie.” They gritted their teeth.

“Or what you’ll bite me? In case you haven’t noticed, that’s more of a vamps job. And you didn’t answer my question.” He moved closer to them.

“I just do, it’s a habit.”

“Yeah well it’s a bad one. What if I need to get in in a hurry?” He says brushing their hair from their face.

“Then you’d better hope I was home.” They quipped back rolling their eyes.

“You’ve been getting quite the attitude lately…”

“And you don’t like it? I thought you didn’t like it when things came too easy.” They chuckled lightly pushing him away slightly. He glared at them and they stuck their tongue out at him.

“Careful.” He grabbed their tongue, “Keep sticking it out at me and I’ll have to give you a free piercing. That way it’ll look more appealing.”

The month after that he became more aggressive. He began pushing them a little more to do things they were more uncomfortable with. They fell deeper into different kinds of drugs, their relationship got more… intimate, and he began pushing the idea of feeding from them. He began a deeper talk into why they were the reason their pack didn’t want them. He started making them feel as if they should be great full he is so patient and accepting of them.

“What am I not good enough to feed from you? Is that how you feel?” He pushed the door to their apartment wide open when they tried to shut it on him.

“It’s just not something I want to get into Quinn. Not right now. I’m not even ready for that. Isn’t that intimate.” They rounded on him.

“No. It’s just me getting a free meal! It’s expensive to get good blood Wolfie. Can’t you just do one thing for me?!” He raised his voice.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT!”

“I AM THE ONLY REASON YOUR SORRY ASS ISN’T COMPLETELY ALONE! YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL!” He stood in front of them face mere inches from theirs. “Look me in my eyes. TANK! Look at me.” His tone was burning, losing that usual smooth suave richness it had before. They looked up glaring at him and suddenly they had no control of their body.

Tank started to realize that Quinn was a bad addiction. He brought them into a bad situation. He helped them isolate themself from their pack. He got them into drug abuse and a violent group. These moments between Quinn and Tank, were the moments when they wish they hadn’t isolated themself. When they wished they could run back to Ash, Milo, David… Gabe. But they could. Couldn’t they? They could still run back. Gabe would still love them. But he had already done so much as it was. Only a few days after their third month in a relationship with Quinn, Tanker saved up enough money to buy their bike. They called Gabe up and he started helping them fix it up.

“It is a beauty Tank. Ready to get started?” He patted their back.

“Yep! More ready than ever.” They shrugged off their jacket and started grabbing their tools. Gabe got a clear view of all their new scars. Bite marks. Burn marks. Cuts. Bruises. What had they been doing. He started checking the suspension to see if there were any issues with it.

“Is everything alright Tank?”

“With the suspension? I mean yeah, I checked it out yesterday. Hey do you think I could add some more bolt on components like maybe a luggage rack?”

“I don’t know I wouldn’t mess with it like that. It has a pretty small frame as it is. But that’s not what I meant. I’m talking about you Tanker. Look at me kiddo…” at those words their eyes snapped up to meet his, slight panic on their face. “Tank… what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just, ya know I’ve been busy so I’m a little tired, that’s all…” they replied beginning to put on new tires.

“How’s you get those scars? You picking fights with a vamp?” He looked them over helping them steady the bike. They looked down to their sides after fixing on the tire.

“No. I’m fine, it’s just some petty arguments. You should see them really… I’m fine…”

“Do you wanna go to Marie? Some of these look fresh and-“ tank cut him off.

“No! No… I’m fine don’t worry…” Tank stood up dusting off their hands. “I’ll finish up the engine tomorrow… then we can work on the details…”

“Tank, you’ll let me know if there’s something going on right?”

“Definitely, I’ll let you know.” They shot him a thumbs up before they went back upside.

By the time they had been together for a year without any breakups, Tank had turned 21. Things were horrible. They would fight, physically, mentally, verbally, and then makeup. He would always go back to being the sweet Quinn they first met the first few days after they fought before turning back to the way he normally is. It was also around this time that an unempowered man started working at the mechanic shop. He was tall and lanky with auburn hair and green eyes. His face was littered with freckles and he had a kind smile. His name was Declan. He was always kind to tank no matter how many times they would brush him off or acted abrasive towards him.

Declan and Tank became closer the more they worked together and eventually became Tanks friend. He was one of the few people they were close with and trusted with their life. Tank frequently went out with him during the daytime where he would gossip to them about people he was interested in and cars that caught his eye. He was into newer models where as Tank was into the older models.

Tanker never brought Declan up to Quinn. He had a history of being possessive and taking his anger out on the wrong person. Tank wanted to do everything they could to protect him. Declan felt like a younger brother to them. They would ensure his safety at any cost.

It was late one night, two months before they would be together for two years. Tank had found Quinn attacking an unempowered human. They screamed at him to stop. Not to feed on them but he was doing it anyway.

“Get the hell away from them.” Tank yelled before shifting and growling at him.

“Aww look who it is my precious puppy.” This earned a growl from them as they snapped at him. He let the unempowered human go, and they scampered off into a nearby shop. “Since you wanted to interrupt tonight’s meal. You’re gonna become tonight’s meal.”

He lunged towards Tanker pushing them back into the alley before pushing out his fangs. He scratched at their face his nails digging deep. They snarled and shifted back to human to get out of his grasp. He fell forward and they snuck around him kicking his back to the wall. They shifted back to a wild and took a bite out of his leg. He shook his leg, his vampiric strength kicking in, he struggled to get them off even while kicking them with his other leg. When they let go they had to stop for a moment before the whole world was spinning. Tank shifted back to human and collapsed on the ground. He definitely gave them at least a concussion as they fell in and out of consciousness, blood dripping down their face. Quinn moved on top of them ready to pounce before a familiar voice could be heard.

“Tank?! What the hell?! Get off of them you creep!” Declan called out taking out his pepper spray and spraying Quinn in his face. Quinn grabbed his eyes and quickly ran off, with a little less than a scream of pain. “Tank! Tank! Hey wake up! It’s ok I’m here! Let me get you to the hospital!” Tank sat up quickly, a rush of pain surging through their brain. They grabbed a hold of Declan’s arm.

“My phone… open my phone. Front pocket. The password it’s 2222…” they mumbled out.

“Very creative. Alright who am I calling. The police, an ambulance?” He opened the dial pad.

“Call Gabe… he’s my- he’s my dad…”

“Ok! I’ll call just hang in there ok? God you look like you’ve been bitten by a vampire? Your shoulder….” He was frantic as the phone rang.

“Hey Kiddo!! What’s up?” A cheery tone came front the other end of the line.

“Sir? Hello? Is this Gabe, Tanks Dad?” His tone came across more frantic.

“Who is this? Where is Tanker?” He said worry lacing his tone. Tank gestured for Declan to put the phone on speaker.

“Gabe…?” Their voice came across weak.

“Tank what’s going on what’s wrong?” His car could be heard starting.

“Got into a fight, my friend scared em off… Gabe I’m so cold…”

“Hey! Stay with me Tank!!!” Declan almost yelled.

“It’s ok Tank, Marie is on the way. I’m on the way. We’re all on the way. Just hang in there…”

[wooawi]

WIP Wednesday*

AU where Alya gets a miraculous first. It doesn’t really follow the episodes, mainly just starts the same as Origins then I make up my own things as I go. Plotline is really just “teenagers deal with having the weight of the world put on their shoulders while only having each other to help cope”.

Miraculous**

The miraculous are different in that they don’t activate via code word (ie. “Tikki! Spots on!��) but through power of will. It’s complicated, excuse my lack of an explanation lol. Their powers strengthen based on their emotion, and if fear or uncertainty is felt, it will weaken them. There are newer powers added to the canon ones.

Fox/Rena Rouge: Still has illusions created by the flute. She’s able to change her weapon at will to adapt to the situation (ex: throws flute at akuma from a distance; it morphs into a spear as it leaves her hand). She can also heal things (people, damages caused by the akuma). Slow fall, sneak/stealth, enhanced senses, and camouflage as well.

Cat/Chat Noir: Still has the cataclysm. He can manipulate shadows as well such as moving through them, pulling enemies and objects into said shadows, etc. He has a general aura of bad luck that influences the world around him by distance (ur a whole lot more likely to trip and break ur arm when ur around him) but is usually cancelled out by Ladybug. Retractable claws, whiskers, enhanced senses, always lands on his feet, and sneak/stealth.

Turtle/Carapace: Still has the hexagonal shield, but he can manipulate the individual plates (levitate them, use them as steps, change the sizes, etc. Like Rarity with her geode power). He can create amulets of protection to help ward off akumas/prevent akumatizations. He can steal and transfer kinetic energy (ex: makes himself faster by slowing the akuma down), but it’s not an easy feat. He works much better in water and has increased strength, even for a superhero.

Ladybug: Still has the lucky charm, but she gets to pick what it is. The objects she create are solidified forms of her magic, so it does take up a lot more energy the more/bigger things she creates. She has good luck that influences the world around her but is usually cancelled out by Chat’s presence. She can fly. Also, I took her yo-yo at face value. Whatever void/pocket dimension she has in there is infinite.

Bee/Queen Bee: Venom is the same where only one venom per transformation is allowed. Rather than paralysis, it just puts the victim in immense pain until the effect is released/she detransforms. She can heal as well through honey that secrets from her trompo. The honey can also harden to create a shell. She can passively collect electricity through the fuzz of her suit to use later on, but it has the rly bad side effect of dizziness. She can also fly. This miraculous has a lot of powers compared to the others, so it takes a much greater toll on the user. She has less uptime compared to her teammates. She has increased empathy, ultraviolet vision, and enhanced strength.

Wasp/Vesperia (is still powered by Pollen): Venom, but with the added affect of mind control. More like “suggestibility” where she can discretely influence the actions of the akuma or her victim without their or Hawkmoth’s notice. Ex: She gets an akuma to slightly veer off when shooting at a teammate so they miss. She can use venom more than once per transformation. The more energy she expends, the more effective it is. Rather than a trompo, she has razor sharp points that extend from her gloves. She can heal, but way less effective than the bee and fox. It’s more of a removal of akuma affects and residue. She can fly and has enhanced speed. She tends to be angrier and more aggressive when transformed.

Snake/Viperion: Second chance becomes future sight, where he can “see” the future ahead for a few minutes at a time. Because this doesn’t take up much energy, he’s able to continuously look ahead when situations change. But, it starts to wear on his eyes, so he can’t use it too much. When he transforms, the miraculous takes away his ability to see and he becomes blind. He can sense the area through his tongue, which transforms with him. He can mimic physical abilities such as weapon proficiency and stuff, but not really any magic. Ex: he can’t use a cataclysm. He has enhanced strength, camouflage, and enhanced speed.

Dragon/Ryuko: She still has the ability to transform into and control water, wind, and lightning. She has some control over the weather as well, but this takes up too much energy to be properly worth it. She has luck similar to LadyNoir, but she can control it to some extent. She can channel it to affect the probability of things in her favour. Through sacrificing her own energy, she can transfer it to her teammates for an extra boost.

Mouse/Sourisses***: Multitude is still in effect, but she can manipulate the size of her clones. The more/bigger they are, the more magic it takes. Her current limit is 10 normal sized clones. Her vision gets worse the more she uses the miraculous, but she does get better hearing/smell. Her movement is very particular and precise, so she’s very stable. Ex: she doesn’t get slipped up by slippery surfaces. Her nails are ridiculously strong and can burrow through anything.

The miraculous are all very heavily based on their actual animals + some influence and ideas from canon. Also keep in mind that a lot of these powers aren’t something they have access to from day one. They learn of them as they go.

Since Fu never really thought them how to use their powers, and it took four seasons for Marinette to find out that she only has limits that she sets on herself, I’ve decided to give them a manual of sorts. Some information is blocked out and unavailable but can be revealed with training and increasing power levels.

Loose Plotline

First day of school, Alya helps up an old man after he’s almost trampled by a crowd. Later one, when Stoneheart breaks through the school looking for Kim, she finds the fox necklace in her bag. Tried explains to her the basics and she’s able to transform and go after the villain. She loses her might and begins to fear for her safety and her family when the villain easily rebuffs her attempts at defeating it, and detransforms. She refuses to try again, but changes her mind once she has a talk with Marinette. She defeats the villain and gains popularity and support from the people of Paris.

Adrien sees Rena’s feats on the television and gathers the courage to try again to attend school. He’s able to make it this time with the help of Chloe. At the end of the day, right after the umbrella scene, he saves an old man from being hit by the car the Gorilla uses to come pick him up. He finds the cat ring on his bed later and transforms with (minimal) help from Plagg. He sneaks out through his shadows and meets Rena. Unknown at the time, his bad luck causes her to assume the worst and immediately attack him thinking he’s an akuma. They work it out and begin working as a duo.

It’s been a few weeks since Rena and Chat appeared to battle the akumas, and Alya has been missing class more often. Marinette is tasked with bringing Alya the day’s assignment and goes to fetch some things from her locker. When she comes back to the locker room after the break, she finds she hadn’t closed her locker door all the way and that Chloe had stolen her sketchbook and destroyed it. She is akumatized into Princess Justice and is given the ability to force empathy to her victims. In the form of feeling all the negative feelings you’ve given to others ofc. Sabrina takes the hit for Chloe, and through watching her friend struggle with the hit, Chloe begins to feel guilty. She manages to bury those feelings when the heroes come through to help Sabrina.

Rena and Chat find a place to make a base of operations out of.

Marinette and Nino, after being ditched by Alya (“I have to see if my family’s ok!”) and Adrien (“Sorry, impromptu photoshoot”), head over to the bakery. They spot an old man in the park being ganged up on and intervene. Marinette distracts the perpetrators with a plan that I haven’t come up with yet while Nino protects the old man in the meantime. They find the earrings and bracelet in Marinette’s room and manage to transform after some drawbacks from Marinette. When they go to help the heroes, they impede more than anything and– no that’s all I have lmao.

I rewrote some canon episodes to fit these in, but after the fourth episode rewrite, it becomes something else entirely. I have 17 chapter outlines planned out and just need to expand on them, but I literally have no idea how. It’s slow going haha

Relationships

Alya: After meeting Queen Bee during Riposte and being saved by her, she grows fond of the bee heroine and develops a crush on her.

Adrien: He falls in love with Rena the same way he does for Ladybug, but slowly realises he’s genuinely growing an attraction to Marinette. Here, he’s liked her since the umbrella scene, but doesn’t realise until some time later.

Nino: He still likes Marinette. I kinda just excised the entirety of Animan.

Marinette: Adrien. Her attraction isn’t bordering on obsession nor is it played up for jokes like in canon. She just has a normal crush, but still finds it a bit difficult to properly communicate with Adrien. Just not to the extent of being unable to get full words out. She also has a crush on Alya shhh shhh don’t tell her

Chloe: She’s fully convinced that no one can love her as much as she loves herself, so making an attempt is futile. Anyway, she’s in love with Kagami and Luka.

Kagami and Luka: They collectively stay away from the drama of romance… or they try to. Kagami’s strict upbringing kept her from properly experiencing it, and Luka didn’t socialise enough for that. After meeting Chloe tho,,,,

Lila: She has the biggest platonic crush on Marinette and Ladybug, it’s insane. One helped her with her habit of lying (Marinette) and the other believed in her when no one else did (Ladybug). Of course she wants to be closer to both. She is aroace, if that helps.

This may end up as any variation of Adrininalyanette (leaning on the ‘won’t’ side). It will definitely feature Lukloegami (chlukagami?) to the best of my ability.

*compressed version. I have written out a few chapters fully (sans revising and editing) and have a couple documents on background knowledge and characterisations.

**all weapons adhere to canon except Vesperia and Rena, to an extent. Rena still has a flute but only really uses it to cast her illusions.

***Sourisses is a play on words. It’s a mix of mouse (souris) and mischief (sottises). When combined, they make sourisses, which can mean “mice” (more like ‘miceses’ lol)

[olboypacman]

Dragon Falls to Spider’s Venom

Ryu bumps into Juri while contemplating his life choices. He soon finds himself tangled in her web, but maybe that's exactly where he needs to be.

***

Chapter 1: Trapped in a Web/1st Date!?

A/N: I’d like to thank everybody that still likes, favorites and follows my work. I really do apricate it. This idea’s been kicking around my head for a while, but I don’t really have any expectations for this story, so if there’s a theme or plot you notice it may be entirely by accident.

Also, I claim no ownership of Street Fighter or any referenced copyrighted material.

***

A man dressed simply in a white t-shirt tucked into blue jeans makes his way down the street, his white sneakers beating down the path of well looked after sidewalks; the young man passing homes and businesses in his wake.

A pleasant breeze drifts in, mussing his naturally spiky brown hair.

He stops, correcting his hair to his liking.

Ryu wished he could clear the weight off his mind as easy as he could fix his slightly tussled hair.

He’d been wandering the world to test himself, improve his strength as a martial artist and prove himself among the best since his early 20s and had recently been struggling to find any further motivation in his journey.

Through countless street fights, more than a handful of fighting tournaments, playing the hero a few times (and not to mention the friendships forged and strengthened by those experiences) it simply can’t be argued that he hasn’t attained what he set for.

Has he been tested? No doubt.

Has he improved? Most certainly.

Has he proven himself the best? There are less than a handful of people on the planet who can compete with him hand-to-hand.

He had expressed this feeling of emptiness to his longtime friend Ken.

“Well, why don’t you come out to San Fran while you decide your next move? Maybe not think of it as your journey coming to an end, huh? Maybe you should think of it being pulled into another direction. Eliza and Mel complain about not seeing you. Your family, you know? Plus, Chun-Li’s latest assignment has her out here. It’ll be like the World Warrior tournament with the ol’ crew together! Ah, good times buddy,” Ryu remembered the-kind-of-mild-but-not-really-arm-twisting pitch of his longtime friend to come stay in San Francisco.

Additionally seeing and spending time with those that mean the most to him doesn’t seem like a bad plan while he tries to get himself together.

Perhaps he can find fulfillment in building memories in those closest to him?

But then, both Ken and Chun-Li juggle major responsibilities in their personal and professional lives; Ken’s father has been aggressively grooming him to take the reigns of their family’s hotel/resort company and he’s got Eliza and Mel at home. Interpol has recently Chun-Li promoted to Chief-Inspector working out of the area while she liaisons for major cases for the San Francisco Police Department’s Investigation Division and a young girl by the name of Li-Fen has been taken into Chun-Li’s care.

He’ll need to squeeze himself in the between times, but he’ll still need his own life outside of that.

He releases a sigh in defeat. A pit grows in his stomach the more he thinks about it.

Journeying to grow my own pawer, and what to show for it? He thinks.

He then stops in front of a restaurant, his gazing meeting his reflection in the glass of the entry door, his expression low-spirited.

I barely recognize myself without my karate gi and red headband, he thought as flexed his hands open and closed missing the feel of his gloves and wiggling his toes inside his shoes and socks, now former vagabond way too used to beating the concrete on bare feet.

His reflection flickers, as he considers the possible consequence of abandoning his pursuit of strength. His image in the glass changes into a twisted visage of a shirtless man with a glowing hole where his heart would be. Glowing eyes reminiscent of hellfire and a sadistic smile showing sharpened, inhuman teeth on a face he recognizes all too well.

His face.

TUNK, TUNK, TUNK, TUNK!

Four quick, successive knocks on the glass abruptly removed Ryu from his trance, the dark replication changing into a patron of the restaurant Ryu’s standing in front of.

“Hey buddy,” yelled the man behind the glass, gesturing impatiently to the door and the martial artist.

“Oh, uh,” stammered a mortified Ryu. “Sorry,” stated lowly as stepped back allowing the man to leave as the glass entry door swung to the outside.

“Get it together, man,” said the patron as he left with his wife/girlfriend in tow.

“Yo! Over here!” Called a familiar husky voice from patio of the restaurant.

He turned to the direction of the voice and saw Juri Han.

She was sitting at a small dark brown oak table fit for two, an empty chair across from her matching the finish of the table. In front of her was what Ryu presumed was her meal for this early evening on top of it, shrimp, dipping sauces, two sides he couldn’t identify and glass of wine and a glass of water flanking the plate. Her hair was done up in her usual fang-like tails toward the top-rear part of her head with two purple bands on each holding them in place, her bangs covering most of her forehead and ends of her bob cut stopping just below her jaw line. The taekwondo specialist was waiving at him excitedly, her purple eyes trained on him, and her smile was missing its usual ferocity, more bright and inviting than he remembered. She was dressed in a short sleeved, purple romper with a black disjointed spider design on the front, the garment meeting its end just above her knees. While her attire was a bit baggy, it was far from uncomplimentary to her figure, Ryu had noticed. On her feet were purple flat shoes, with black soles and she wore no socks.

She stopped her waiving, placing both hands on the table, pushing herself from her seat.

She sauntered up to him, hair bouncing in conjunction and hips slightly swaying in line with her steps.

Ryu tears his eyes from her lower body to her eyes immediately before Juri can realize it.

He walks away from the front door, meeting her at the black railing/gate separating the patio area from the sidewalk.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Said Juri, placing her hands on the rail, balancing herself as she leaned into his personal space, a slight tilt to her head as she looked up at him.

She continued, eyeing him up down as he just had her, no shame evident anywhere on her features, “You look good without the gi.”

Seeing the Taekwondo specialist now threw Ryu for a loop. Whenever he met with her during a tournament or a fight away from an organized event, she always was a great challenge, but no amount of training could ever prepare Ryu for her aggressive form of flirting.

Hearing from Chun-Li and the others, it was how she treated everyone.

Or at least everyone she found attractive.

“I questioned your fashion sense since you wore you that gi everywhere. Now I see you’re sporting the 80s gym teacher look,” she said as she smiled brightly at him. “But you’re pulling it off though. The shirt is kinda tight, isn’t it? Can you breathe in that thing or are you showing off the goods?”

The goods? Thought Ryu.

As if picking up on the question, Juri then brought both hands to her chest, lightly adjusting her own…

Ahem… goods.

“Juri, hey, Yeah, um,” stammered Ryu, verbally powering past Juri’s coyness as he unconsciously brought his hand to his face to hide his blush, “I’m thinking about staying around here for bit,” he finished lamely.

The brightness faded from her face slightly as her eyes met his, taking in his somber expression and tone of voice, despite him still blushing at her teasing.

He observed her pausing as if contemplating something, maybe even contemplating him.

He’d never had a chance to see her in a light like this, noticing the slight lighter shade of purple in her artificial eye when compared to her natural one.

She turned around and beckoned him to follow with her hand. “You look like you can use a drink and an ear to vent to. Garçon!” She called as she approached a nearby waiter, abandoning Ryu at the barrier, slipping some bills into restaurant worker’s shirt pocket. “Can you prep my table for one more. My friend over there’s joining me,” she stated, craning her head in Ryu’s direction.

“You got it miss,” responded the waiter.

“And yeah, don’t jump the railing, they hate it when you do that,” she called as she returned to her table, sitting down, picking up her glass of wine as she did so, “Don’t keep me waiting, tough guy,” said Juri looking at him over her glass as she drunk from it, brightness returning to her eyes.

Ryu isn’t sure what to think as he walks back to the front door.

He shrugs resigning himself to joining the taekwondo practitioner for a meal, though he’s not without his nerves.

He crossed the threshold of door.

“Good afternoon, sir,” intoned a long dark brown haired, green-eyed hostess in a high-pitched voice. She was dressed in a black short sleeved dress, smiling in welcome as she stood behind a dark oak brown host/hostess station, “I’m Rachel! Will you be looking to take a seat at the bar, or are you looking for a table?”

“Actually,” Ryu responded somewhat apprehensively, wiping his hands on his shirt to get rid of his nervous energy, “I’ll be joining someone who’s already seated, she’s outside on the patio.”

The hostess grabs a menu, stepping from behind the station. She steps down from something behind the stand, accentuating the height difference between the two.

“On the patio…” the hostess trailed off. Her smile broadens, her face then lighting up and eyes twinkling like Christmas lights. “You’ll be joining Juri I presume? You guys are friends? What’s your relationship with her? Are you meeting her for a date? I’ve been trying to set her up for the longest time,” The hostess rapidly shot off, as she stepped into Ryu’s personal space.

Ryu took a step back, taken off guard at hostess sudden burst of energy.

She frowns slightly, blushing in embarrassment as she looks away from Ryu.

“Sorry,” said the hostess, “Juri’s a regular customer. One of my favorites. We talk from time to time in and out of the restaurant. I see us as friends, but we’ve never really clarified the relationship. Sometimes I feel like she just tolerates me. She almost always eats here alone. She puts on a brave front, but I see these solemn looks on face sometimes when she thinks no one’s looking. It’s nice to see her spend time with someone other than cops.” The hostess then sighs.

She brings a smile back up to her face, seemingly falling back into the server’s façade, but still lacking its previous brightness. “How’s about we start over and just get you to your table.” She finished as she gestured them to move forward.

Ryu decides to throw the hostess a bone as they start to walk. “We’re acquaintances, I guess you can say.”

The hostess turns her head slightly back, brightness returning to her face, paying attention as the Ansatsuken fighter speaks as she led him on to Juri’s table.

“From our days as fighters. Though I really didn’t start to run into her until the later days of my time as fighter.” Said Ryu.

“Did you fight her a lot during your career?” The hostess said.

“We fought a few times. She was always a very challenging opponent. Her stance would make an inexperienced or unknowledgeable fighter think she was easy pickings, but that might be the entire point of her fighting stance.” Said Ryu. “Wait did you call it a career?”

“It wasn’t?” Responded the hostess, as they continued walking.

“I guess it was when I think about it. I just never thought of it as a career. I feel I got so much more out of it, despite it coming to an end, to just call it career. I always thought of it as more of a journey.”

“Hm,” responds the hostess as they stopped, having reached Juri’s table on the patio.

“Journey implies that you’re searching for something,” said the hostess. She places the menu down, “Well I hope you find what you’re looking in the future.”

***

Ryu always wore a serious, determined expression most of the time and if Juri’s memory served her correctly, he’d occasionally show a very slight, subdued smile if he was in a good fight.

Seeing him with that forlorn expression she observed when she first spotted him, tugged at something inside of her. Maybe with the way her life is going now she can help him by at least being an eat to vent to.

Plus, Chun-Li’s always mentioning how she needs something outside of their meetings and her odd jobs.

Juri eyes the hostess and Ryu warily as they approached her table.

The hostess asks something of him.

Probably fair to say Rachel’s talking his ear off, thought Juri.

Whatever discomfort Ryu showed, he seems to be over it as they continue their way towards Juri.

Juri hears the tail end of the conversation as they reach her table.

She hears Rachel saying something about a search on a journey and hoping Ryu finds whatever he’s looking for.

“The waiter will be with you shortly,” stated the hostess as Ryu sat, picking up the menu, reading it over.

The hostess then sets her eyes to Juri, the hostess giving her a mischievous smile, as she waggled her eyebrows at Juri.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, kid?” Juri said, returning her own smile but narrowing her eyes at the hostess.

“Sorry!” Squeaked Rachel as she scampered off.

Rachel got a good distance away before she mouthed to Juri, “He’s cute.”

Juri picks up a piece of silverware, a fork, motioning as if she’s going to throw it at the hostess.

Ryu up looks from the menu to Juri curiously, then to turning around to see what activity is causing the Korean to be menacing with silverware.

He turns back to Juri, raising his eyebrow at her.

“What?” Juri playfully demanded, as she returned Ryu’s stare.

“I guess you two are friends,” said Ryu as he quietly laughed, getting back to browsing the menu rubbing at his neck as he did so.

Maybe I can have a little fun with this, thought Juri.

Her face scrunches up, eyes narrowing, showing some agitation.

“Oh,” she said, as she stabbed a piece of shrimp on her plate.

She carelessly twirled her fork, a bit of ki crackling from her left eye as she looked at Ryu, “What did Rachel say?”

As she narrowed her eyes, she could see Ryu, almost recoil as if stepped over some line or boundary. He nervously fiddled with the menu, going from rubbing his neck to scratching his face. “I’m sorry Juri, if I…”

She giggled, smiling at Ryu, “Don’t worry. I know you meant no offense. The kid means no harm, plus I like her energy.” She shrugging she continued, “So I guess you can say yes, I do consider her a friend.”

“Hm, I think she’d be happy to hear that,” replied Ryu as an easiness returned to his face, but she still observes the forlornness he showed on the street before she invited him to dine with her.

At that moment, the waiter approached, “Hey! I’m John, I’ll be your waiter today. Have you had a chance look at the menu, sir.”

Ryu looked to him, simply replying, “I’ll have the sirloin and a side of potatoes. I’d like that medium well.”

“And a drink, sir?” Replied the waiter.

“Let me get an ice water and warm tea if you have it.”

“Got it,” said the waiter writing Ryu’s order, he them looked to Juri, “and I can get you anything else, Miss Han?”

“I’m good, J. And for the millionth time you don’t need to call me Miss. You make feel like an old crone when you all say that! Do I need to make a sign and post it in the break room?” Juri finished playfully as finally stuck the piece of shrimp she’s been playing with into cup a of sauce.

“Uh,” said the waiter, “you don’t need to do that. Management is still on Rachel from that time you barged into the kitchen to complement our chefs.”

“I though your bosses would want some positive feedback!”

Juri’s smile broadened.

“Leave a review!” Demanded the waiter. He continued, “that stunt disrupted the line setting us back maybe an hour for orders. You,” the waiter stopped short, recognizing she’s deliberately antagonizing him and starting to see this exchange is attracting the attention of the other dinners. ”Nevermind, I’ll go put this order in. Jeez.” He took the menu from Ryu, looking back to the man, “Good luck,” he said lowly to Ryu as he took his leave.

“I heard that!” Said Juri, “Love ya anyway Johnny Boy!”

“So, I see you’re on good terms with a lot of the staff hear,” asked Ryu, “enough so that the management is aware of you.”

“Yeah, I like it here. They make the cocktail sauce here in house, a lot of horseradish,” as she stuck the piece of shrimp she’d been toying with between her lips.

She shakes her head, wiping a few tears from eye as she chewed and swallowed the morsel. She then grabbed her glass of water, taking a sip and saying, “burns so good. But anyway, what are doing in San Fran? You said you were staying around her for a bit. Here for vacation? Visiting your boy?”

The waiter returns with the water and tea in tow. “I’m not sure if wanted that tea sweet. Can get you some sugar? Honey? Artificial sweetener?” John the waiter asked as placed both glasses on the table.

Ryu smiles dejected at her, his shoulders slumping as he sat his elbows on the table. “I wish things were that simple,” he said as he rested his chin on his hands. He then shot his gaze to the waiter, “Honey, please.”

She takes her wine glass, taking a sip. She then points to her ear, “remember what I said.”

“Right,” he said as Juri saw his brow crease in contemplation.

“I’ve been traveling around the world for a long time, with the intent of testing my abilities and becoming more powerful,” he said.

He went to speak further but stopped himself short, looking away from Juri. She recognized he was leaving something out but wouldn’t pry further. He cut his eyes back to her as he continued, “I can’t help but feel that I’ve hit a wall. Like I’m not finding as much satisfaction or progress in what I do and that I need find some way else to spend my time, you know?”

“Don’t I know it?” Said Juri, “Maybe more than you think.”

Ryu shrugs. The waiter returns to the martial artists once more, dropping a small cup of honey and handing a cocktail stirring stick to Ryu. “We got your steak and potatoes coming soon, sir.”

Ryu nodded his thanks.

“So maybe I take a month or two to get my head on straight,” said Ryu, as he poured the honey into his glass of tea. He began to stir it as he continued, “Take that time think about what I want to do.”

“I’m curious though,” stated Juri, “why Cali? You could’ve been anywhere else?”

“Oh, that. It was Ken’s idea. He and I are like brothers, and it’s been a good while since he and I have been in the same place. Plus, he gave me a job, so I can have some walk-around money. But I think he’s being too generous with what he’s paying me. I need to talk to him about that,” Ryu finished quietly.

“What are you doing, he’s got you working in accounting or HR?” Juri joked, as she dug into her meal.

“No, personal security guard,” answered Ryu.

Juri gave Ryu a look of bewilderment, her eyebrows shooting up as she swallowed a mouthful of food. “He’s too much of a corporate big-shot these days to be bothered with his own protection?”

“I know, I know,” said Ryu, with his face lighting up. She noticed she’s been able to drag a smile out of him a few times, “I had the same thought when he offered me the job. It’s like I said, just for me to have cash. I haven’t even been called for shift and I’ve been on the payroll for a few weeks now.”

“I guess it pays to have friends in high places. Only high-up people in my life are expecting me to slip up.”

She gives a quick, subtle tilt of her head calling attention to a man a few tables behind where they’re seated. He was dressed in a navy-blue suit coat, matching pants, black shoes and a collared white shirt with no tie, the top button undone.

“Guy in the sunglasses?” Said Juri, “looks like he’s paying a little too much attention to us? He’s FBI.”

“Wait, really?” Injured Ryu, eyeballing the agent freely.

Juri replied with an exaggerated “Yup.”

She turned around and shouted, “Hey, you can tell the special agent in charge I don’t plan on snatching any wallets or jaywalking today! Feel free to call it a day! I know you’ve been on me since I left my apartment this afternoon!”

The agent muttered, “Shit, I’ve been made,” to himself, but it’s probably more for his comrades as there’s no way he doesn’t have wire or microphone on him.

He hurriedly pulled a few bills from his pocket, dropping them on his table as hastily left the patio.

“Don’t take it personal rookie,” She waived after the agent, as she turned back to face Ryu.

She noticed Ryu was trying to hide his smile behind his glass of tea, as his shoulders shook with laughter.

She returned a smile as she took another sip of her wine.

Placing her glass back down, “Don’t feel too bad that guy. It used to be they had whole surveillance teams dedicated to keeping tabs on me. I noticed them and made sure they knew I noticed them every single time. Taxpayer dollars at work. It took Chun-Li raising some hell at the local branch to get them to back off this much, but someone still thinks Chun-Li isn’t an effective deterrent for my persisting career as criminal.” Juri sighed.

Then came the waiter, placing Ryu’s meal carefully on the table, “Is there anything else I can get you,” asked John.

“That will be fine, thank you,” replied Ryu.

He started to cut into his steak as said, “Yeah, I heard about that from Chun-Li.”

She continued, “they still keep tabs on me as you can see, but now I think they just use me as a training exercise for their less experienced agents. Hopefully is comes to an end soon.”

“No not just that, I’m talking about why you’re here to being with. I’m kind of interested to hear your side of things. I’ve seen the newspapers and TV reports; I think I’d rather get the full story from you.”

“You’re supposed to be venting to me tough guy, but I can see I lifted your mood a bit. I guess I’ll enlighten you.” Replied Juri, finishing off her meal.

She smiles at Ryu one more time before stating, “So the wandering warrior wonders no more. I finished my own journey about seven or eight months ago. I had a bit of a crisis, like what you’re having. And trust me when I say that power isn’t everything, kiddo. There was a time where I was the most powerful woman in the underworld. A grand total of 3 days, maybe even less.”

[punkscowardschampions]

Roses pt.2

Moses: [do obvs, and just know that he’s immediately getting out of this car and picking this girl up to CRADLE her like an absolute baby, with no fucks given to any passersby or anything sensible like that, for a full minute ™ which would feel like forever to y’all because you never wanna be apart and have been acting like you’ve not seen each other for a thousand years, when he finally gets into the car, still no fucks given, because he’s getting into the driver’s seat still holding onto her for dear life and keeping her so close to him as she’s sat in his lap, only letting go even slightly so that his hand can go between her legs where it ‘hurts’ and stroke her there (over her clothes, for now at least) like you would someone’s arm or whatever if you were trying to comfort them, being the slowest and gentlest he ever has as if y’all have nowhere to be ever and this isn’t supposed to be a secret and thus much more subtle lol, eventually rubbing circles too like you do on someone’s back for the ‘there, there’ of it all, but we all know where that still soft and gentle contact is hitting, clothes or not, and we likewise know the EYE CONTACT is insane the entire time]

Rio: [truly out here acting like it’s been any length of time when we know it’s not and you’ve been apart mere hours, holding onto him with a level of physical clinginess that matches the emotional one, like he was taken from you and you thought you’d never see him again, pushing your face into his neck more than you are nuzzling at this point, the !! is aggressive, lord knows how y’all get in this car but you’re making it work and it’s making her die how close you’re keeping her, before he even starts touching her there’s a noise as y’all land in this seat that becomes a NOISE, nodding furiously like you found it because you would not tell him where it hurt but there was no need to guess]

Moses: [mhmm y’all are bringing a level of highkey to proceedings always and forever, the drama mick, this grown man in such a bad mood and sulking like a child because he had to drop her off home for a second, god forbid, hence the escalation of going under her clothes as soon as he hears that NOISE to touch her the exact same way because the restraint is being shown in how slow and gentle it still is and the fact he’s not putting his fingers inside of her yet with !! how he usually does so therefore he’s capable of no more, bystanders if you see this, no you don’t because he’s only LOOKING at her]

Rio: [anyone who could be around, don’t be lmao, ‘cos they can’t possibly move at this moment in time, sorry not sorry, so much was just said and you don’t even know where to begin with any of it, and that’s before he’s being distracting beyond all measure with what he’s doing so you’re just LOOKING back at him too and all you do say is ‘don’t go’ because he said he would and you know you don’t want that]

Moses: [give them a moment please there’s much to address lol, jemily knows damn well that he only discussed leaving so that she’d be anti jali like him because he was literally like if I do go it’s their fault but this girl has no reason to see that he’s full of shit and his threats are as empty as his promises, not yet anyway, shaking his head and KISSING her like no I won’t, the softest he has ever because these are proving I can be soft hours, but it’s so much more dramatic and intense for that and he’s ofc continuing his v distracting antics so]

Rio: [we see right through you, sweetheart, but this girl is here giving you all the reassurances you want ‘I do need you, I’d be so lost without you’ her breath catching on the word ‘without’ as if it’s winded her it’s so unthinkable and offensive but also letting his KISSING overwhelm her so the ‘you’ is barely spoken after and is also completely into his mouth, running your hands up his body from his lap, stopping when the skin gets noticeably warmer where his tattoo is and MOANING, deepening this kiss without being frantic, just INTENSE]

Moses: [me and my boo rolling our eyes but she’s falling for it and right into the trap of giving him exactly what he wanted and set out to do with this convo, he couldn’t be happier and she’ll feel that thanks to being in his lap, likewise finding wherever her tattoo is with his free hand and GRIPPING onto the fabric there in a fist to pull it away from her skin, loose as that top already looks like it is if we’re going by the pic, giving caring and like you want said tattoo to be able to breathe even more but really he’s just !! hence at the same time his fingers finally slipping inside of her, working up to the standard 3 he’s always gotta use though instead of going right for it because like I said these are soft hours, starting with 1 and again being so slow and deliberately gentle as if she’s never been touched before, doing a MOAN of his own as if he’s fucking her with his dick instead of a single finger because feelings and horniness are high] 

Rio: [I think her tattoo was just above her elbow sort of placement if I recall, so it’s giving pulling her by her arm is a way she’s obviously into, going to touch him too which is always more of an event unless the boy is only in his pants or in trackies because there’s always zips and whatnot, so looking at him like ? to see if he wants you to or not because he’s being slow and deliberate and maybe that’s against said vibe even if he did MOAN]

Moses: [love that, I couldn’t tell from the pic obvs cos it’s zoomed in but that’s cute and good to know for future ref even if I’ll blatantly forget in the future haha, we can’t tell what you’re wearing as trousers in that pic sir but I’m 100% sure there’s all that nonsense because you’re not dressing trackie casual, giving her a look back like ?! are you going to or not, giving nothing away because he does love to test her]

Rio: [scowling at him but immediately smiling after in a pouty sort of manner because you’re not fewmin obvs, just here pawing at him with as much blatant intention as you can over his clothes like hmm, do you want this or not because of course his body does, whatever he says, doing a BIG sigh, that’s shaky as hell because of what he is doing to her, resting her chin in his shoulder (that isn’t tattooed) like guess I’ll wait SO impatiently then hehe]

Moses: [smirking back at her because he’s that bitch always and he thinks he’s such a big brained mastermind despite being nothing of the sort, raising an eyebrow at her like she does her big sigh like oh you okay there hun because he’s radiating smugness from every pore at how shaky it is, choosing the moment her chin lands to finally employ that 3rd finger and do the most that he has so far to get a reaction, I love that he hasn’t said a word yet btw, okay mysterious girl]

Rio: [shhing him (for smirking so loudly lmao) directly in his ear only for your shh to get ironically LOUD because he of course had to do that and kill you even further, owwing like I told you it hurt but we know this oww sounds INDECENT and is not an indication to stop by any means]

Moses: [doing a hot lol at how loud the shh gets because he’s once again smug af about it, how could he not be, but it of course turns into a LOOK which is blatant heart eyes/ 🥺 and his own shh + comforting sounds at her owwing because he’s going from smug arsehole back to loving father energy immediately, kissing her tattoo spot with the material barrier in the way but as if it’s not, like maybe if I kiss that better you’ll forgive me/I’m pretending to misunderstand that this is what hurts because I wanna atm, soft but indecent being the vibe here as it is with continuing to touch her because we’ve once again added in the rubbing her clit antics from earlier for added ‘there, there’ and I’m so soz energy] 

Rio: [‘I hurt’ to repeat yourself in person and aloud this time because you are NOT okay and the 🥺 is mutual x1000 tbh, whimpering like you are on the verge of tears, biting your protruding bottom lip to stop it wobbling so, hugging into him so you can pull on his clothes that are in your way ‘dada’ fully whining it and LOOKING at him like, HELP ME]

Moses: [calling her whatever specific and personal gypsy nickname he used for Edie from the moment she was born/inside Alison and therefore still uses to this day, giving baby but more special (we SEE you sir, doing such a shameless ref she will recognise because she can’t remember being an actual baby and if you called her this too or not, but strongly putting the idea out there that he deffo did, true or not) spoken as a sad sigh (being the first thing he says, iconic tbh) as if he’s likewise SO upset about this and asking himself/her what to do about this awful predicament, when he’s nothing of the sort and is in fact thrilled (because everything about the entire spectacle of what she’s just done couldn’t appeal to him more, duh) and that’s evident because the sighed word is almost a noise, bouncing her on his lap like she is said baby, except not at ALL, we’re all fully aware what this action is (despite the fact he’s added sad eyes to this too now like oh poor you and a furrowed brow as if he’s genuinely pondering what to do) and as per she’ll be able to feel exactly what her whining and everything else has done to this man because his physical reaction is indecent and !!]

Rio: [KISSING him so you don’t ruin the illusion you are in great pain (although, in a way, completely true) by GRINNING at him because his performance is likewise exactly what you want from him and you could not be more into it, telling him how hot he is which is close to indistinguishable because you are crashing your mouths together that hard and with no room for breathing, let alone talking, only pulling back to LOOK at him again 1. Because you are bouncing back as !! as he is doing it and 2. Because you want to work out if he did call you that or he just did for the first time because obviously you’ve heard him call Edie this name so you get the vibes and you are OBSESSED either way unfurrowing his brow with her fingers, turning into stroking his whole face like look at you]

Moses: [KISSING her back because this is the first moment he can be fully !! instead of being gentle and soft because he had to prove how careful he could be but that doesn’t mean he can sustain it forever by any means lol, catch him biting her bottom lip before she pulls back because simply must when she did it first and looked so adorable doing it and he wasn’t okay, LOOKING back at her too with SUCH dramatic intensity because he wants to just go feral rn but clearly is telling himself no not yet because it annoyed him earlier when she said he wasn’t being careful (even though he isn’t ever), giving nothing away technically about whether that name was used for the first time or is a throwback because he’s likewise too into it regardless and that’s all she’d be able to read in his face, making the noise that the earlier sigh wasn’t quite when she strokes his face, quietly but dramatically, continuing to move this girl with INTENT]

Rio: [really leaning into this kiss and him, trying to make him go feral because you want to and thus you need him to because you know he’s making you wait right now so you have to win him back around fully ‘do you hurt too?’ whispering when he makes this NOISE, cupping his face like oh no, but of course you’re pairing this with some very intentional movement in his lap]

Moses: [he could stop her and really make her wait if he REALLY wanted to prove any kind of point, but is he, no of course not, a nod because yes blatantly but also to kinda shrug his face from out of her cupped hands because he can give out all this softness but he can’t take it lol, burying his face into her neck as they get a proper rhythm going here, to slightly muffle the swearing he lets out as if he can’t possibly let her hear it because that’s bad dad behaviour]

Rio: [‘let me help you’ as a phrase that’ll vibrate against him now his face is buried into your neck because you want him to accept your softness lowkey but not enough to force the issue, especially not in the moment, taking the opportunity, however, and making the executive decision to get him enough out of his clothes to tease fucking you properly like you know you want to]

Moses: [again, you could stop her because she’s expressed that y’all can’t be having a pregnancy happen rn but he still is very much not taking even a second to derail this or stop things from escalating into feral territory remotely, instead what he is doing is KISSING her neck and absolutely doing the most with that]

Rio: [tilting your head towards the roof because thankfully neither of you is driving right now and you don’t have to keep your eyes on the road, letting him really go to town on your exposed neck, gritting your teeth about it and feeling his now uncovered self, finally getting to touch him and do the teasing he’s been doing to you]

Moses: [for once y’all aren’t dangerous driving and we’re all welcome, crimes are still being committed but not in a moving car at least, my boo said the shoe’s on the other foot now sweaty and she’s so right for that, catch this man putting his thumb in this girl’s mouth to do it because of the whole thing of having to get past her gritted teeth and all that and once again show how easily he can whilst simultaneously making an absolute meal of it, hilarious truly because he’s the one MOANING about finally being touched, she isn’t being loud here]

Rio: [you know she’s here now being NOISY as hell, moaning around his thumb like it is something else entirely and yet looking so innocent about it like this is all you needed the entire time, resting her head down on his shoulder again and looking up at him shamelessly sucking his thumb, not stopping touching him though, of course, doing it like it’s just another thing to comfort you and you’re not slowly but surely trying to kill him]

Moses: [we see you both because he’s here doing his usual BIG stroke of her hair as if that’s just a comforting gesture and not him shamelessly controlling her going to town on his thumb like he manoeuvred her head during the car bj moment, sir you’re beyond obvious and the eye contact is once again off the charts levels of insane and intense, repeating what he called her before and the only word he has said beyond since now also swearing by being like ‘that’s it + [this nickname]’ with such proud dad and good girl energy because as per she’s doing everything right]

Rio: [the combination of this nickname that you LOVE him calling you and the memory of all your previous car shenanigans being so blatant in this moment has you pushing yourself even harder than he is, GRINNING at him now, holding his thumb between your teeth whilst you do, biting down ever so slightly and making a noise that’s giving am I doing a good job still? Because can never have enough praise]

Moses: [grinning back at her when she bites him a lil bit like you would a cheeky kid you’re not at all mad at and are shamelessly encouraging, running his thumb over her teeth like parents do when their babies are teething and they wanna feel if a tooth has come up yet, it’s giving that, or that he’s counting how many teeth she has as his tiny bub, asking ‘are they hurting you too?’ like he’s so concerned, adding in the sound effects that are like poor baby without him saying it]

Rio: [biting down harder as you nod your confirmation to his question, the yes, though muffled via obvious means here is still so INTENSE it’s insane, headbutting his shoulder like a toddler throwing a tantrum because that level of overwhelm hardly feels foreign to you now]

Moses: [if that’s one thing about this man it’s that he loves her to just lose it, if he was there for the ruster kitchen drama he’d have been egging her on so hard, hence he is rn by taking his thumb out of her mouth with as much !! as he put it in so that he can hear her repeat that yes screamed from the rooftops, giving her a LOOK which needlessly makes it even more obvious that’s what is expected of her and what he wants]

Rio: [she could but dream, instead a VERY traumatising time was had and we do not wanna think about that right now thank you kindly, not when we’ve got all the yeses to throw out, literally like we’re trying to set a record for how fast we can say the word as many times as possible, like how can I make myself abundantly clear to you rn sir, beyond maintaining EYE CONTACT too]

Moses: [this man LIVING for how she’s tripping over her words because of how eager she is to please him, really appealing to him in an ideal way once again gal, as a result he simply cannot resist positioning them while she is talking so that if either of them makes the move to he’ll be inside her but not making that move himself because really in the mood to make her beg on this day before he lets that happen, not once breaking the eye contact while he’s manoeuvring her about so you know his eyes are BLUE af about it]

Rio: [going to bite your lip again when he’s positioning y’all and you know what’s coming but resisting when he doesn’t immediately make it happen and thus it’s obvious you’ve gotta keep behaving and give him more, licking your bottom lip instead and only breaking this insane eye contact to LOOK down at what he is yet to do like oh ‘I told you I need you’]

Moses: [not him tilting her chin back up immediately like well how dare you break this insane eye contact when they’ve been making it since he showed up, okay mr extra ‘you’ve told me loads today’ because a convo was had and he will hold a grudge]

Rio: [making a little noise of surprise but more !! lbr when he lifts your head, doing a mini shrug because you don’t want to be moved even slightly by it ‘then tell me’]

Moses: [when you did that initial head tilt at a normal level of contact but then the lil noise has him HOLDING onto her with more !! moving her face closer to his so that when he speaks it’s against the bottom lip that she licked but a moment ago ‘you don’t need me enough yet’ because she had the audacity to say that they’ve gotta wait until she’s older to be wilding in these streets the way this man wants]

Rio: [we are BREATHING like we’ve just ran a race, or like y’all have already fucked each other senseless, here almost panting in the face of this claim like how can that possibly be true, shaking your head like yes I do]

Moses: [tutting like no no, but practically in her mouth because he’s not moving away at all, shaking his head at the same time as she does hers so they are in sync despite him being like no you don’t which is the opposite with his gesture ‘But I can’t be as cruel as you’ as if she called a complete and utter sex ban until she’s 17 when she’s done nothing of the sort ‘I love you too much’]

Rio: [‘don’t you think I love you?’ asking seriously but also talking against his lips because you aren’t moving either, our tone is SAD because you called us cruel]

Moses: [‘you wouldn’t do anything for us’ the unspoken like I would for you in his tone rn and he’s likewise SAD about it, closing his eyes for a sec to really emphasise the fact because they’ve been doing so much LOOKING at each other]

Rio: [the urge to pull his eyelids open like OI coming upon you but managing to stop at your fingertips gripping onto his cheek and brow bones for a hot !! sec before letting go, pushing his face away from yours much gentler than that move just was ‘what haven’t I done for you?’ like hello, have done everything you’ve asked, no matter how much I should not]

Moses: [when he knows damn well she has that urge and his face is giving DO IT so hard, eyes closed or not, because he is that bitch, once she instead pushes his face away, GRABBING hers again with !! and forcing her to LOOK down at the position they are still very much in ‘it’s what you’re not gonna let me do’ as if he’s not allowed to cum inside her ever again which we all know is simply not something that’d ever last or be true]

Rio: [when you’re literally shaking at being in this precarious position for so long but not being able to do anything about it and now you’re being confronted with the sight of it as well as the sensation which makes you want it even more so you just push down as hard as you can without warning to make it happen ‘I’ll handle it’ because you clearly have been this entire time y’all have been seeing each other to avoid getting pregnant]

Moses: [the way he immediately goes feral in his response is giving handle THIS because petty king, could not be pushing himself deeper inside of her and then pulling out again so she’s deprived of the sensation as immediately, likewise without warning, literally grunting with effort of both, very mature, you’re really selling yourself as someone she should let herself be impregnated by underage sir]

Rio: [the heart eyes you’re giving him are so unhinged because you’re in no position not to have your eyes rolling at this so the effort it takes is matching his, nodding like go on, do it]

Moses: [this man needs 0 encouragement to keep up these antics but she’s given it and he’s ofc taking it, repeating the same move but with even more !! launching himself at her to kiss her on the thrust in and breaking it on the pull out, like this is a game when it’s so serious]

Rio: [laughing in an even more unhinged way, somehow, because you are making SOUNDS at his antics that you have 0 control over and they are intermingling with your giggles and you just sound beyond indecent tbh, when he comes back to kiss you one of the times holding onto his head with both your hands and wrapping your legs around him like I’ve got you now, biting onto his lip so he has to rip it away if he’s gonna]

Moses: [forever spurring him on to being his most unhinged self, his breathing meanwhile has never been this indecent, really out here sounding like y’all have run a marathon, pulling his lip away with enough force that he’s gonna be bleeding and feeling that both in the moment and in the aftermath but in contrast doing the opposite of pulling out, MOANING as he holds her in the exact position she’s in, his hands GRIPPING onto her to keep her there]

Rio: [GASPING like it was your lip that got pulled, your hand flying to your mouth reflexively because you didn’t mean to hurt him but you have now and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on, that hand is holding back a MOAN as loud as his own, but you’ll repeat it without being asked because you have to put your hand on his heart/tattoo as you say ‘this is where I’m meant to be’ because all the meaning of course]

Moses: [the girls are losing it and I’m cackling remembering that they are once again in a car in an inappropriate location and time (given that he said in the convo that the shop wasn’t shut) for any of this, in response to what she said though, taking off his top however chaotically he has to here and now while still fucking her with all the !! because he doesn’t care if she’s not meant to touch it, in this moment he NEEDS her to and the eye contact he’s giving when that t-shirt (I think? going by the pic) is over his head is SCREAMING that]

Rio: [truly, playing a dangerous game on this day but we know why, to prove you can and not get caught, covering his entire tattoo in kisses because that many kisses is feral but you can still be soft and not do any real damage, just have to be over his entire pec right this second sorry, kissing your way up to his lips again and resting both your hands there between y’all]

Moses: [it’s not subtle but neither is the way that she’d be able to feel the effect that first kiss making contact with his skin would have him feeling, shamelessly out here almost cumming just from that and then they keep coming (no pun intended haha) so he’s really out here doing his best not to die asap because he doesn’t want to before she’s covered every inch of this tattoo, under his breath swearing again but it sounds more like a prayer because jesus this, god that, christ almighty this, lord that in such a frantic tone, kissing her back when she gets to his lips like he’s relieved for the opportunity to shut the fuck up/he’s about to collapse if he doesn’t and needs her oxygen desperately]

Rio: [you know she stayed there longer than strictly necessary because loves when he gets all blasphemous about it and shamelessly wants to listen to it for as long as she can but you two are both too far gone to keep it up for long, gotta go at this frantic until you’re literally unable to support your weight and collapse onto him entirely]

Moses: [mhmm x 100000, he’ll be calling her the v special baby nickname for a 3rd time (because 3 is her number and therefore we must, even if he hasn’t planned it himself, I can and will be cinematic) as he cums, no notes]

Rio: [no notes indeed, except to say we call him a name we used to call him as a literal bub and has only been remembered via us being told by Ali and it is coming back to us once more in this moment as we cum]

Moses: [y’all are unhinged and it’s too much fun, grinning at her, bloody lip and all, because even if he wouldn’t have typically remembered this name she used to call him given his shitty track record this man has been thinking about that time period TOO MUCH since roses got together and so it’s believable he could recall it and be OBSESSED by it, touching his lip and doing the most breathless hot lol because couldn’t be happier in the immediate aftermath of all that feralness hearing that specific ref come out of her mouth ‘you love me’ like okay, I stand corrected, ‘rewarding’ her by staying inside of her and intending to for as long as he can]

Rio: [that was unhinged and you know it, SMILING into your own chest as you hide your blushing and own hot lol like I know, I know because you really just said that, making a mhmm kinda noise ‘I did warn you’ because we done told you we do, recovering here on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he does too]

Moses: [pulling her head up with the gentlest hair pull he has ever done because he wants to see her blushing adorably ‘and I warned you I miss you’ the I miss you in gypsy lingo cos that’s how he said it when he did earlier, as if that excuses any of his behaviour because in his mind it totally does, continuing to softly play with her hair as she’s resting on his chest, putting it up if only with and in his hand as he’s done before]

Rio: [doing the biggest and happiest sigh of all time, calling him daddy in gypsy lingo like you’re saying everything back to him and then some, so much feeling you don’t even know how to handle it, kissing his cheek as gently ‘do you forgive me then?’]

Moses: [the way the d word would have his dick twitching, however dead they are rn, ‘what did I say?’ because he said something earlier to the effect of not being able to be/stay mad at her and that’s clearly true all things considered, including that action happening v unsubtly ‘don’t you feel you’ve been?’ because being so loving rn in this moment and he’s literally inside her still as they speak] 

Rio: [shifting as unsubtly on him about it, even if neither of you is acknowledging it to the other you both feel it, studying his face and eventually kissing his other cheek (the one that isn’t right there for you to reach up to easily) like yes, I do feel it ‘just checking it’s real and not only on a technicality’ because want to be properly forgiven and not in a fight with you]

Moses: [doing an intake of breath that’s almost a GASP but smaller about that unsubtle movement of hers, turning his cheek like a jesus ref about forgiveness lol, to kiss her on the mouth, as a peck but more than that ‘I promise’ because in this moment he sincerely couldn’t love her more once again]

Rio: [grinning and giving him your own peck but make it extra back, quick but full of !! ‘we should probably move then’ ‘cos it is not late enough in the day for this as we’ve mentioned, looking around like this has only just occurred to you, however, looking back towards where the farmhouse is, even if it isn’t in sight like whoops]

Moses: [moving in a completely different way to the one he’s well aware that she means, pulling out enough that his still ultra sensitive tip is able to do the most to her in a likewise still ultra sensitive place and thus demanding her full attention despite their surroundings needing some and them having places to be if they’re gonna shop and/or go on this date]

Rio: [really GASPING at this, LOOKING at him full 😯 like you can’t believe he’s done this when it’s the most him thing to do and you very much can lmao, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your forehead against his so you’re now making EYE CONTACT that close together like okay, you have my attention]

Moses: [SUCH a breathless hot lol at her 😯 face because it’s yet again the cutest, telling her she’s cute by uttering that single word, almost in a whisper because his voice is hoarse for obvious reasons, as she wraps her arms around him, moving again so that when she’s resting her forehead against his he’s pushing back with his own for a !! sec, watching her eyes get bigger because they undoubtedly are at the sensations he’s providing atm]

Rio: [‘you’re not’ brutal diss, no just kidding, we’re shaking our head and then KISSING you because you’re so hot it’s hurting our feelings for real, doing some of your own blasphemy under your breath and against his cheek as you’re kissing down to his jawline]

Moses: [‘what am I?’ as if he doesn’t already know, a dramatic nod that helps him the same way the forehead touch did in doing the absolute most when he hears that blasphemy because it’s even better coming from her clearly as a church going good girl to his fallen bad boy, like yes, you’re so correct don’t ever stop talking like that]

Rio: [‘corrupting me’ like you were that good of a girl when we know the truth lol, moving in a way that makes it very clear how you feel about it though, giving him a lil bite just under his chin and above his adam’s apple]

Moses: [touching his tongue to his fucked up bottom lip like yeah maybe because she wouldn’t have done that until now but he’s clearly the opposite of mad about it, he’s giving her heart eyes from their close af proximity and letting them hit her with full force just like every deliberate movement, biting said lip as her teeth make contact with his skin, to emphasise the noise that escapes regardless more than trying to in any way suppress it as well as ofc making his lip bleed again for the hotness of it]

Rio: [touching your fingers to his bleeding lip and smearing it across them, stopping breathing about it because said fingers are already trembling and you know your breath would be shaky too ‘I can feel how much you like it’ as a whisper, like he’s not aware he’s inside you and is giving away exactly how much, licking your finger tips like you’re just curious and it’s nbd]

Moses: [licking his lips cinematically as she licks her fingers, not even as intentional mirroring he’s just gotta like when you have sugar on them and simply must lick it off ‘I meant it, what I said about how being inside you feels’ because he said earlier that it feels like god wants him to be inside her forever and always and he’s as sincere now as he was when he typed it]

Rio: [doing your own dramatic nod because you know he meant it and you also believe it as genuinely as he does ‘you can feel it too’ because it’s not like you’re sat here turned off, not even a little, smiling at him and licking your own lips because you’re watching him do it ‘I’m serious about how committed I am to you’]

Moses: [smiling back at her because yeah he can feel it too, thrusting deeper into her about it because he can’t not, taking her hand and doing a lil kiss where a wedding band would go because he mentioned those earlier as well ‘me too’]

Rio: [‘I can’t believe this is happening’ as if the force of that thrust just pushed those words out of you, because truly, a correct response, how did you get here and so fast girl]

Moses: [doing a harder one like believe THIS as if she’s doubting him and his feelings instead of how wild it is that y’all are here in such a short space of time, making his eyes water a little bit because y’all hadn’t recovered enough for how any of this feels, so it’s almost like he’s crying like he said he could earlier too]

Rio: [all the swearing you have to do to not scream, your voice being very !! and close to it but we’re demure lmao, though you could lose it at how his eyes watering makes them look the most blue they have ever ‘drown me’ like actually going to die in your eyes excuse me]

Moses: [thank goodness the ghost of Carly isn’t haunting him cos if she was she’d appear at having literally said shit so similar herself, not that this man remembers a word she’s ever said, but I do ‘we’ll go together’ because how wet she is undoubtedly could drown them both in this car rn, and he’s thrusting in and out of her at a pace to needlessly overemphasise that while also refusing to blink so his eyes are watering even more]

Rio: [my boo says I remember thotty, sadly we can’t haunt this girl into running although that would be quite the wake up call lmao, not you clamping a hand over his mouth as well as yours so he can listen to how wet you are and just how wet you are like yeah we will, goes without saying you are making indecent EYE CONTACT that’s got your own eyes watering too]

Moses: [jemily wish but unfortunately not, instead what’s happening is he’s pressing his mouth against her hand when she does that so she can not only feel his insane breathing against it and any noises which do escape but also she’ll get blood from his lip on her skin, maintaining this indecent eye contact to such insane levels until his teeth graze her palm too because he’s so !! letting them dig in like they’re fingernails leaving a mark]

Rio: [saying feral shit against your own damn hand like you can’t move it, just to see what he can hear and what he can’t, making it a game but also you gotta be feral because he’s killing you and you want to look at his bloody lip print on your palm but also you kinda want him to bite you so you’re just there being indecisive and turned on, we’re back at almost bouncing in his lap territory you’re so !! and don’t know how else to express it]

Moses: [having to join in with this game even though there’s no hope of any of it being coherent with or without her hand being there because of all the panting and moaning he’s having to do at how she’s moving and what she’s saying because what he can’t hear and therefore has to just imagine is as fun as what he can understand, being LOUD as if that’ll mean she’ll understand him perfectly like he’s abroad talking to a foreigner lol but we all know he’s just gotta be loud to be extra]

Rio: [when you simply have to do the most now to try and kill him again, will not be able to focus on anything else until we have and you can tell that’s the sort of mood you’ve put us in from how truly shameless we’re being about everything]

Moses: [luckily for this girl this was always gonna give being an unhinged quickie because of everything that came before it and the recovery time they didn’t even try to give themselves so it defs won’t take long, the passersby are again welcome too tbh, shh sir, not that he will until the literal last second but still, he won’t take her hand away until then either, doing it once again so easily that it shows how easily he could’ve at any point, breathing so so dramatically once he has]

Rio: [fr, you’re actually going to have to fling yourself off of him when y’all die into the passenger seat because overstimulated is the word and you actually cannot bear any more, here breathing like you truly did just escape death like jfc]

Moses: [‘where is it you reckon you’re off to?’ but he’s not mad about it only smug truly because it’s blatant what she’s doing and why and he’s always just gonna be thrilled he has killed her that hard, especially her because it’s mutual which obvs isn’t always the tea, watching her amused because the drama mick as if he isn’t in a similar state of being himself, flushed, sweating, still practically gasping for air etc etc]

Rio: [just looking at him like hush you because you can’t even say it in your current state but of course you don’t want him to either because you love how smug he is and can only be so embarrassed of your state when he’s in the same one, shaking your head like oh you as you open the window and lean your head out a little]

Moses: [reaching for her like you’re going to immediately pull her back into your lap and force her to stay there but instead making her decent by pulling her clothes back over her to cover the parts of her that have been exposed since she got in the car basically, STROKING her hair again as she leans her head out the window which he’s obvs doing big enough to again seem like he’s gonna pull her head back in but he’s holding onto the back of her neck post hair stroking and keeping her there getting fresh air ‘can’t you let him handle it?’ eventually being spoken, not at all clear but he means can’t you just let god decide if you get pregnant or not because she said she’d handle it when she initiated their first hook up and he’s gently moving her head so she’s looking up at the sky, nobody get it twisted, this isn’t really a question, he’s telling her that’s what he wants her to do]

Rio: [giving him the oh thanks absentminded sort of smile because you’d gotten so used to the level of undressed and dishevelled you were that you weren’t even thinking about making yourself decent at all, resting your forehead against the cool window in the way you were resting it against his only moments ago, making a little noise that’s somewhere between turned on and comforted by having his hand on the back of your neck, moving where your head is looking, staying quiet for a beat as you think about what he’s saying ‘you said, they’ll kill you’ practically as a question, like what about jali/my family]

Moses: [‘either way’ because that’s what the tea is, whether she has a baby or not, jali would kill him for ever touching her, as they should, said like it’s casual and he doesn’t really care at all cos we’re not appreciating the gravity of the situation at any point or he simply wouldn’t have done this, he’s just that bitch thinking he’ll find a way out of it/jali won’t actually murder him ‘they’ll never accept that you’re with me’ his hand instinctively holding onto the back of her neck a bit tighter as he says you’re with me because it’s such a possessive phrase] 

Rio: [a very quiet ‘I know’ because you do and you feel awful for the danger you’ve put him in, never mind the unspoken and unknown added comprehension that no one would accept you and Buster either (or at least that’s the current conclusion you are at) ‘no one will’

because never forget the legal trouble you could be in that you just never acknowledge sir]

Moses: [planting the softest kiss ever below where his hand is ‘we have to just do what we want’ because he’s the anti Buster in this scenario like he’s the anti Johnny in many others and doesn’t give a fuck for consequences, legal or otherwise ‘you know’ whether that means you know I’m right or you know what you want or both]

Rio: [turning, after his kiss and however little you can turn your head with his hand on the back of your neck to try and look at him like BUT !! ‘until you die and then you can’t want for nothing’ like what do we do then, reaching out to hold his other hand]

Moses: [‘I won’t’ said like such a dad to a little girl’s question/irrational fear which is why I think we should kill him regardless of what else we decide to do because he seriously thinks it’ll never happen ‘I told you, I love you too much to be cruel’] 

Rio: [my boo says you ain’t immortal honey, watch me (and she’s so right for that) but you’re just here getting fobbed off and you know it so just looking at him imploringly like but really though ‘I love you that much too’ like I don’t want you hurt on my behalf]

Moses: [‘come here’ letting go of the back of her neck so she can because he’s that bitch who thinks holding her again will fix this and lowkey anything/everything, I say sir this is SERIOUS, you’re taking your life in your hands, but here we are]

Rio: [this is your parenting style/how you live your life, we know, and she isn’t about to refuse to hug you because that would feel mean/we don’t have the willpower rn, so crawl back into his lap and curl up into a ball basically, making yourself as small as you can]

Moses: [forever and always, for better and mostly worse, yes it is, so this snuggle pause is going ahead, once again like they have nowhere to be ‘Whatever happens to me because of you is worth it’ not you saying you’d die for her, sir be so fr, also putting ALL the blame on her not at all casually]

Rio: [nodding like okay, because you have to go with it (you don’t) ‘we’re doing this, we already have’ like well there’s no turning back now (there is) because you have already crossed the line in ways you can’t take back and that’s not a lie, jali would already want to kill him for how far this has gone, not that that means you should just have a child and tie yourself to him forever but you’re hoping that you can just avoid that subject for now, SQUEEZING him tighter for what he says]

Moses: [‘I’d do it again’ into this snuggle, because he would and we all know that, he’s learning no lessons on this day or any other and has no regrets, Buster I wish you would but I get it]

Rio: [‘you love me’ the way he said it earlier but obviously completely different in tone, we’re not being smug but like oh my God, do you REALLY love me that much because heartbreakingly we can’t imagine that]

Moses: [a nod because he really does believe with his whole heart that he loves her that much, saying ILY in gypsy lingo with all the feeling this man is capable of which is clearly a lot, you intense bastard ‘I’d die if you left me, to be sure’ because again how he feels, never over Alison leaving him to this day, unspoken vibe of jali murdering him being a maybe (to that DEFINITE) when it’s nothing of the sort]

Rio: [the HEART EYES have never been bigger or more real, here we are really getting won over so fast because you do believe him, even if it’d be better for your heart in the long run to not, you do and you’re in it too, saying it back and giving him a really soft, almost familial kiss on the lips like y’all haven’t just banged so ferally before this conversation ‘I will never leave you’ promising with your whole chest like whatever happens, it won’t be that]

Moses: [mhmm, and he knows he’s won her over once again so he couldn’t be happier, me here like Buster PLEASE, as per, but no so he’s giving those heart eyes back and then putting HIS whole chest into kissing her again SO indecently after she’s promised]

Rio: [silently MOANING into this kiss, pulling him into you by his top, sitting up slightly from your curled ball position to do so without him having to really bend down ‘tell me what you want from me’ like I know but remind me PLEASE]

Moses: [me like I sure hope you put your top back on and haven’t just been sitting here topless and crotch out this entire time sir while having a serious-ish convo because imagine ‘be older now so’s I don’t have to wait for what I want’ as sincerely as the ILY and the kiss and all the rest as if she can]

Rio: [if you here naked we gonna have to godmod that for you hun because that’s simply too much lmao ‘alright’ nodding like you can make that happen any harder for y’all both wanting it this bad, flipping your hair out of your face so you can see him better, doing a little smile like it’s done]

Moses: [agreed, I already can’t take this man seriously ever without that, thank you, cupping her tiny face in his big ass hands for that size comparison shit they just love, LOOKING at her like you’ve gotta check she truly means this when you know damn well she does, you just wanna hit her with those eyes again]

Rio: [we’re giving puppy dog eyes back at this moment because too deeply in love with him for our own good, overwhelmed and hence having to give him an indecent cheek kiss/ending up licking him about it]

Moses: [sos they’re both in too deep atm and it’s all Winnie’s fault, when you’ve gotta hot lol at her antics but it’s all of a second before he’s once again manoeuvring this gal’s face (will he ever stop, I fear not) so that she’s licking his busted bottom lip whether it’s bleeding currently or not, like you did this you fix it, but it’s just another excuse to be indecent in this car]

Rio: [giving his cheek a little nip like hey don’t laugh at me before he’s manoeuvring your face and you have to gasp like oh no, I’ve not learnt my lesson at all, making comforting, cooing I’m SO sorry noises as you lick and kiss and suck his busted lip into your mouth, ultimately just making it bleed again we all know, swearing when the metallic taste pools on your tongue]

Moses: [his face fully encouraging her bad behaviour in that little nip because he’s 100% that bitch but then she’s all over his face at his request so then he can only encourage her with NOISES of his own as well as making it beyond clear with how he’s holding her face that he never wants her to stop doing any of this, especially when his lip is shamelessly bleeding again and they have the same obvious reaction to it, because in no world is he not swearing too, using whatever word she has not but with the exact same energy, practically finishing each other’s sentence because if she said jesus he’s saying christ or if she said fuck he’s saying me, if she said christ he’s saying almighty, something to that effect, we know what I mean]

Rio: [making a point to bite his top lip too until it bleeds because you can’t handle him finishing your sentence like that and you’ve got to show him how he’s making you feel, lapping up the blood like you’re dying of thirst, telling him how much you love it when he bleeds for you]

Moses: [me like sir you undoubtedly have work tomorrow because you always have work unless it’s sunday so do you wanna calm yourself but clearly the answer is no because he’s too into it ‘you wanna keep it one-sided’ like oh THAT’S why you didn’t bleed for me when he took her virginity but we all know the real reason and that he’s just taking an opportunity to remind her of said first time and how much she wanted him]

Rio: [decorum has flown out the window never to be seen again, I fear ‘you’re not that sort of daddy’ placing his hands on your booty like no, you could simply never hurt me, kissing him better some more and humming about it contentedly]

Moses: [honestly, are y’all ever gonna drive, the answer is obvs also no because instead he’s cupping her booty in his hands like he did her face moments ago, giving it a lil squeeze ‘long as you’ve no need of putting in your place’ because she’s SUCH a good girl but there’s the suggestion he could be that sort of daddy if she isn’t, hence needlessly emphasising this by smacking her booty but in a love tap/men doing sports and being homoerotic kinda way not a !! one while she’s still behaving]

Rio: [wriggling and jiggling into his hands because you love to see it, even more so when he gives you a little tap, doing an OTT sigh ‘if only I didn’t have to be so good’ because simply cannot help behaving for him but you are so not opposed to being put in your place, of course]

Moses: [feeling all that wriggling in his lap and being unable to keep still himself about it ‘if I was a better catholic’ as his own OTT sigh like what a shame we’re not just doing anal for jesus because you know she’s still not sold on the 100 babies idea]

Rio: [doing your own hot lol because you’re imagining how good he’d look in the getup, explaining that by pulling on the collar of his top, bringing it up higher and nodding like yep, you could rock it, blushing when you really think about what he meant though ‘wasn’t that church girl’ to be like I’ve never done that before without saying it]

Moses: [nuzzling into her flushed cheek with his own to feel the heat of her blush while he SQUEEZES her booty again, caps this time because it’s got more !! in it for the fact he’s also thinking about it now despite the joke it kinda was ‘explain another verse to us’ because she did earlier but you weren’t into it because it was about the notp of Johnny and your sister’s flop marriage whereas this moment has an entirely different vibe, giving mhmm I know what kind of church girl you are, so good, so PURE until roses happened]

Rio: [STARING at him and making whining noises under your breath, so quietly but he’ll still catch them every now and then, especially when you stop to nuzzle each other for that hot sec there, here scrambling to think of any verse you know (that's not giving nativity or easter that everyone kinda does) because your brain is melting at these vibes rn, casually panicked and getting even redder about it, but eventually think of some Moses to tell him because main character vibes he will enjoy]

Moses: [maintaining eye contact as he rewards her for appealing to this ego (the way she’s really good at doing) by choosing appropriate bible quotes she knows off the top of her head enough (and better than him anyway so he won’t question if they’re a bit ad libbed) by spreading her booty cheeks apart with his hands while he pushes his crotch into her, they’re both fully clothed but she’s only got little shorts on as we recall from her outfit so she’ll get a trial run of how this would feel, cos he loves to test her and this shamelessly is]

Rio: [having to concentrate so hard on these quotes as he does this that you’re almost going crosseyed from the sheer effort, crackly noises coming from your throat as your mouth is left open, swallowing big to try and wet your mouth to speak ‘this is why good girls stay good then’ like now I see]

Moses: [concentrating equally hard on watching her every reaction and his antics like a multi-tasking icon because both are as important, adhd whomst, doing a noise like mhmm which is blatantly more of a noise ™ because it’s affecting him too, he’s only human as much as he likes to pretend otherwise]

Rio: [‘father will seem formal but-’ grinning at him like gotta do what we gotta do, resting your head on his chest and looking back to watch him and what he’s doing, arching back into the rhythm of it]

Moses: [grinning back, telling her that whatever she called him remembered from being a bub as she came is his fave and dada from earlier is a close second but letting it be known from his face and his continued antics of dryhumping her like this that he isn’t opposed to the formality under the circumstances, it’s getting close to him being called a god, we all see it, so ofc he likes it]

Rio: [snuggling up to his neck and squirming with the memory of calling him that because it’s your favourite too ‘you made me forget my big girl words’ whispered in his ear]

Moses: [‘you make me forget he ain’t the only one who can see us’ because hearing someone outside of this car isn’t making him stop it’s just spurring him on to go harder, spreading her wider and pushing himself against her with INTENT before putting his thumb in her mouth again, cos we all know what he wants that to be covered in spit for]

Rio: [whipping your head ‘round so noticeably but you are likewise not rushing to stop because you’re into it despite rationale that you shouldn’t be, GROANING about this increase in pressure, shaking your head and looking heavenward like I can’t believe this is happening, holding onto the pad of his hand underneath the thumb, sucking it dutifully but nibbling on him, just to show you have some nerves despite your downess]

Moses: [a nod at her groan like yes exactly because that’s the reaction he wants, holding her gaze when she’s sucking his thumb, having paused his other feral antics for a sec to make sure he’s got her full attention (as if he wouldn’t) and to show he understands the gravity of this situation at least ‘I’ll be gentle’ showing her with his other thumb and through her clothes what he intends to do, just rubbing slowly like look you can trust me]

Rio: [nodding back, kissing him softly but with SO much love that it has that passionate edge to it because you do actually trust him to be gentle about it and he’s shown you he can ‘I want you to’ only dropping his thumb from your mouth at this point]

Moses: [everything about how she behaves is once again perfect for this man and therefore as he’s pulling her clothes out of the way (wow she’s really been dressed for a record amount of time lol) he’s kissing her forehead with good girl/proud father energy before then taking that sucked thumb and touching her exactly like he said he would, pressing his forehead gently against hers as the first contact is made]

Rio: [pushing your head into his inadvertently pinning him to his headrest for a sec as you get accustomed to this new sensation, the GASP making way for a hot lol only for another smaller gasp to follow ‘God, I love you’ pulling yourself back slightly only to free him, pulling him with you though to kiss him to muffle some of the noises you’re making here on this day]

Moses: [still being gentle but applying slightly more pressure because he can’t help himself when faced with these reactions, there’s only so much patience this man has and he used it up earlier when y’all were messing about, the kiss doesn’t have to be as soft though and when he has that lightbulb moment of realising that, his tongue being extra about it in the way his thumb can’t be]

Rio: [lbr she’s into your lack of patience and how into her you are forever and always, never mind just into the sensation and down to continue so you’re getting 0 pushback here, hence the ‘push me’ into this kiss, when you can, when you’re not all up inside each other like you’re having a contest]

Moses: [they’d be shippable if not for the multiple heinous red flags waving in our faces, pushing his thumb inside of her when she says that but not how she would’ve expected, gotta keep her on her toes and more importantly take some of how wet she is to lube up his thumb again before he goes for it putting it fully inside of her elsewhere, stopping to LOOK at her, checking that she defs wants this for a !! second]  

Rio: [mhmm, if we ignore the crimes lmao, ‘I’m not just saying it’ as a yes, I want this but having the slightly defensive edge of being like I’ve meant everything I’ve said, just because you’ve had to backtrack on the immediately giving him babies thing for his own good]

Moses: [‘this might hurt more’ in explanation of why he’s paused and asked because we see her defensiveness, he said those words during their first hookup and he’s not wrong it could ‘or you might really have an accident’ again phrased like that because she did when she was like please pull over or I’ll squirt rn immediately, all the throwbacks, but fr 💩 is a possibility as he didn’t warn her that they were gonna do anal stuff on this day, not you trying to put her at ease by telling a baby anecdote like don’t worry if you do shit on me though because you have before, y’all’s kinks are out of control, but lowkey that is kinda sweet of you in the freakiest way possible, sir]

Rio: [frowning at him, because now you’re in your head and out of the moment, even with him being sweet and trying to hit you with all these reminders, shaking your head like no, I won’t, as if you have full control over this when the point is losing it but you can’t now so it’s a pointless exercise and you both know it, moving away slowly like you’ve simply just changed your mind ‘later then’ said so casually with a shrug because want it to be]

Moses: [frowning back at her for frowning at you, very mature as ever, but he���s like well excuse me for trying to prepare you for this and be vaguely responsible for once, putting the thumb in his mouth when she moves away, not actually because he’s sulking that hard but to clean it off as this is clearly not a goer now, biting it sassily as she shrugs like okay then if that’s what you want]

Rio: [me like not you doing him down for actually being nice for once but you can’t help it so I should not shade you, raising your eyebrows at his sass like really? Getting out of his lap awkwardly and rearranging your clothes once again, not looking at him again and flicking the music on]

Moses: [me like that’s the last time he’ll try and be remotely grown up about anything with how hard that backfired haha, shrugging at her eyebrow raise but otherwise not acknowledging her because he’s finally starting the car and driving away from wherever the hell they’ve been for a million years]

Rio: [oh no lol, god what have you done (pink pony girl), the way you’d wanna just get out of this car but that feels a strop too far and you’re trying to be like no this is casual, this is fine so you must not be that diva, so instead you’ve got to kick back and pretend you’re just vibing to this music so much rn]

Moses: [RIP to the shop assistant who is gonna have to deal with them soon because he’s driving to the shop they talked about earlier likewise as if everything is fine and casual and we’re all buzzing for date night]

Rio: [YIKES, the way you don’t even want to get food now never mind do the whole shopping spree but you’ve got to make him driving this way make sense so you’re suggesting that you can just get the food instead now because lbr you wasted so much time there so it can be giving we’re running out of it energy]

Moses: [my boo says we simply don’t wanna think about food or pooping ever again thank you hun, the way he isn’t even listening to her though is so real, not even in a being a stubborn prick way (though it’d be understandable if she took it that way) but genuinely isn’t listening in an adhd way, he’s driving there cos that’s what they said they were gonna do and she was excited about, even if they only have 10 mins to shop, even if they get there and the shop is literally shut they’re still gonna go there because it was part of the fun plan ™ ]

Rio: [‘I’ve not got my wallet’ even though you know the plan would not be you spending your own money but you genuinely would have forgotten it as you were running out of your house to see him so impromptu like you were]

Moses: [taking his out of his pocket and throwing it into her lap, with his eyes on the road for once, because obvs I’m gonna pay, no discussion necessary]

Rio: [making the okay then noise like I guess that’s that answered, going to lay across the backseats and be on your phone because there’s clearly no conversation to be had here]

Moses: [but of course mr fickle over here wants to talk the second she decides to do that ‘let’s not play this game’]

Rio: [‘I’m not playing a game, just hardly in the mood now’ stopping typing/scrolling/whatever you were doing on your phone to speak but not looking up at him]

Moses: [‘give us your phone’ said like a dad who’s confiscating it, literally reaching his hand back so she can hand it to him because he’s clearly expecting her to]

Rio: [holding it up but not giving it to him ‘why?’]

Moses: [‘I’m intrigued what you’re in the mood to do instead’ because we’re now mad that she’s questioning it instead of handing it over immediately]

Rio: [‘I’m just texting my friends’ and showing him the screen but not giving him your phone, tone like it’s not that deep because truly just trying to distract yourself with whatever mundane drama your friends are offering in the chats right now]

Moses: [‘I’ll not tell you again, you can hand it over or you can get out of the car’ because sis we’ll make it that deep, she’s annoying him now lol]

Rio: [scoffing like are you serious as you thrust this phone at him like see for yourself]

Moses: [not you throwing her phone out the car window, slightly more dramatic than the underwear of before, the lack of chill is hilarious, she won’t find it funny though]

Rio: [when your initial reaction is to follow it so you open the door but thankfully do not just get out of a moving vehicle so you just look at him like stop the car now without shutting said door]

Moses: [do stop the car very dramatically, like a child having a tantrum, not safe at all because it’s so immediate we all know, deliberately not looking at her]

Rio: [resists urge to be dramatic and have you fully fall out of this car, go and rescue your phone even though it is almost certainly fucked and you don’t even know what to do now, just going to the side of the road so you don’t also get run over to top it all off]

Moses: [it’s this grown man driving away and leaving her there without a phone that works for me, he’ll do the parental thing of coming back when he’s decided she’s waited long enough, but still]

Rio: [oh girls, we are actually horrified]

Moses: [I’m triggered because his ‘get in the fucking car’ reminds me of jali when he was like get on the bike and Ali was like no, don’t remind me you’re related ever again thank you]

Rio: [my boo says BISGUSTING and it is, this girl will actually be crying because she’s not prepared for any of this, getting in the car and saying ‘take me home’ in the passenger seat this time but couldn’t be sitting any more on the edge away from him]

Moses: [‘don’t go crying now’ being said moodily but he is taking her home and she’d know that from the direction they’re now heading because he isn’t gonna do anything but that now that he’s taken the sec he left her there to calm down slightly]

Rio: [‘you broke my phone and then you left me’ stated plainly like there’s no need to elaborate on why I’m upset and am allowed to be]

Moses: [‘I’ll buy you a new one’ still in a huff like omg get over it as if it didn’t JUST happen]

Rio: [shaking your head like no you won’t/no thank you]

Moses: [‘why are you being like this?’ the audacity sir]

Rio: [‘I couldn’t get home without you, so I had to get in the car even though I don’t want to be anywhere near you’ spelling it out like that’s why I’m so upset because you left me with no other choice]

Moses: [‘you didn’t want to go home or be anywhere near them when you were crying over being dropped off’ as if she’s being beyond unreasonable rn when it’s in fact him]

Rio: [shaking your head like forget it because he doesn’t want to see his wrong and you aren’t about to make him]

Moses: [‘fuck’s sake’ because he got rid of her phone to make her talk to him and she’s still refusing to]

Rio: [‘you did this’ like don’t swear at me, this wasn’t my doing or idea]

Moses: [‘you pushed me, girl’ because nothing is ever his fault, oh no no]

Rio: [‘you won’t need to worry about that anymore’ like I’m going home, that’s your problem solved]

Moses: [driving more dangerously in response like fine, you wanna go home so bad I’ll get you home in record time]

Rio: [‘you already scared me’ because true and we’re in tears, you don’t need to do all this]

Moses: [again stopping the car so abruptly but this time to LOOK at her, breathing and blinking as if he’s gonna start crying about it]

Rio: [me like at least you would’ve put your seatbelt on this time so you aren’t flying across the dash lol, looking at him, for a literal second like yeah, do you get it now but saying ‘just stop’ softly when you look away again]

Moses: [‘I can’t’ with all the feeling ever despite it being said as softly because his defence is and always will be that he’s so cray because he loves her so much, he is that toxic male cliche]

Rio: [just here cradling your broken phone, having never felt more like a child in your life, shaking your head because you don’t even know how you’re meant to respond to him rn]

Moses: [giving her his phone by so gently placing it in the space she’s left by being on the edge of her seat because her sim won’t be destroyed and she can easily swap them over and do whatever she wants rn including calling someone else to come and get her if that’s what she wants]

Rio: [looking at his phone for a while, considering the pros and cons and realising that calling someone else is too much aggro because they’re going to want to know why you are where you are and you just simply can’t be bothered to try and explain this away, passing it back to him with a nod like thanks but no thanks ‘you’d only have another argument with my mammy’ like let’s just get this done]

Moses: [shaking his head like no I wouldn’t because despite how untrue that may be he means it sincerely in this moment, leaving his phone in the middle console so she can change her mind if she wants to or use it for anything else including whatever she was OG using hers for because he has no interest in using it himself rn, starting the car up again but driving the careful-est he’s capable of this time, biting his lip so he doesn’t say a million things, we all know it’s bleeding again but he’s ignoring it now]

Rio: [‘don’t hurt yourself’ patting yourself down as if you’re going to have brought tissues with you randomly but obviously you’ve not and you don’t have much hope for the glovebox either but you check nonetheless for something suitable for him to clean himself up with]

Moses: [making a scoffing noise because he could not care less rn he’s too emo about the turn of events today has taken, sir they were your own fault, if she passes him anything he will be pushing her hand away, so gently, but still]

Rio: [when you’re about to tell him to just stop then but you realise he’ll give you the same response so you catch yourself before you do, putting your hands up like fine ‘we’ll just go home and forget about it’]

Moses: [‘you’ll go home and forget about me’ like that’s what you really mean hun I’m aware, said so forlornly as if that’s the gospel truth]

Rio: [‘don’t be silly’ because even if that were the plan, would not be that simple]

Moses: [‘I’m not’ because what everyone says when they absolutely are]

Rio: [and you’ve said the same so you aren’t going to deprive him of the right, just shaking your head like no that’s not what’s going to happen and yes, you are but okay]

Moses: [‘you’re the one refusing to let me make it up to you’ like YOU’RE being silly not me]

Rio: [‘I don’t want to make up yet’ which is simplifying it a bit but it’s not a lie either so you’re going with it]

Moses: [‘if that’s how you want things to be left’ because you can’t force her here and now even though I know in my heart and soul that he’s gonna go buy her the car he promised ASAP (so probably tomorrow) and leave it for her outside Ali’s or the pub (depending on the o clock and where she’ll be) with a big bow on and that there will be a new phone in the glovebox/middle console because he can’t be told or take no for an answer]

Rio: [me like SIR, do you think you’ve not been suspicious enough lmao, she isn’t remotely at that bday where a car is a suitable present, not that it’s anywhere near her bday anyway, good LORD, giving me a heart attack just thinking about it, you wanna get caught so bad]

Moses: [just like well now you can always get home and you don’t need to get in a car with me EVER AGAIN because he’s so dramatic, we can always skip to her discovery of that whenever you want btw because we all know this car ride is gonna be a lot of awks silence]

Rio: [I will post this for us then we better sleep, sadly]

[la-appel-du-vide]

08•19•23 - Glacier National Park Day Two

We did get an earlier start on day two, even if it wasn’t as early as we’d hoped. We had a lot to accomplish, so we had to get moving pretty quick. We were able to get some breakfast sandwiches to start the day, so we were already off to a better start than the day before. We made our way back up the Going-to-the-Sun road, and it was far less visible today. There are so many wildfires in the area, and they took their toll on air quality today. We couldn’t see nearly as far or as well. And the temperature had dropped probably 20 degrees from the day before as well. I can’t believe how much it changed in just one night. But obviously still a beautiful drive. The tunnels and rock arches under the roadway are so fun.

The first stop of the day was the Logan Pass parking lot, where we’d base camp for a couple of hikes. It’s SUPER popular to park up there, and people end up just driving around and around forever waiting for someone to leave. Eventually we just parked at the end of one of the aisles to wait, rather than continuing to drive in circles. That way, we’d be watching one aisle consistently for someone to leave, and would be the first in line when it happened. It took maybe 20 minutes, but finally someone was ready to leave. As that happened, another Jeep pulled into the aisle from the other direction, and tried to take our spot. We’d been there longer, B signaled first, and he was still trying to stake claim to it, which is so rude and annoying. The park ranger came over to us to direct us up the aisle a little bit, and then said she’d make sure we got the spot. Then she noticed the other Jeep, and said she’d go stand in front of him so we’d get it, even though it would make him mad, and boy did it. He opened his door and started yelling at her while we parked, and then he pulled around in front of us just to blare on the horn and aggressively flip us off. It was so insane, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I was slightly worried he’d key our car or slash our tires because he was that mad, but truly unhinged behavior. It was so clear that we’d been there first. But WHATEVER. We were on guard looking for him the rest of the time we were up there though - we did not want another encounter.

Our first hike today was up to the Hidden Lake Overlook. It wasn’t too bad, and a lot of it was on a boardwalk. It was much colder today, and jackets were required even while hiking. The lake was beautiful from above. We could have hiked down to it, but it would have taken much longer, and we had more things to do. I am glad we got to actually be at Avalanche Lake, so that made up for it.

We stopped by the visitor’s center to get the keychain and postcards I mentioned earlier, and B got some playing cards and stickers as well. And then we headed over to the Highline Trail. This was my favorite hike of the day - I was obsessed. It’s a trail that follows the alignment of the Going-to-the-Sun road, and it runs along the edge of the cliff as well. It’s skinny and feels like an adventure, while also providing gorgeous views the entire time. It is about 12 miles to hike the whole thing, so we decided just to hike a mile or so in before turning around, and it was absolutely worth it. It’s basically flat the whole time, and if I had more time I would have hiked more of it, but I’m so glad we did as much as we did! I loved it!

We stopped by the goat boardwalk again, and once again, no goats. Let down.

It was 3 by this point, so we were able to enter other areas of the park. We went up to Many Glacier, which is a piece of the park falling on Reservation land. Mikayla told us she’d had better luck with wildlife on that side of the park, and we were on a mission to see some. As we were driving along the road to enter the park from that side, we saw a bunch of cars pulled over and were hopeful that it would be something to see, and it WAS! A grizzly bear, walking along the lakeshore in the distance! We were so happy to see him, and we watched him walk along for awhile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a wild grizzly before, so that was very cool. Once we got into the park, we pulled over with the masses again, hoping there were sheep or something, but there ended up being two black bears up on the mountain! Also so cool! They were actually huge, and we sat watching them for a bit as well. We drove through Many Glacier, and saw the iconic Swiss inspired hotel on the lakeshore, and I would absolutely love to stay there. You’d wake up to the coolest views every day! But still no goats or sheep the entire time. On our drive back out, we saw another grizzly (possible the same one) swimming in the lake, before making his way out and up. Cute that he was swimming.

The final hike of the day, and the trip, was back along the Going-to-the-Sun road. It was a hike out past Saint Mary Falls to Virginia Falls. We were starting the hike just after six, so we were hustling to make it there and back before it started to get dark. I was proud of how fast I was hiking, despite being so tired after going all day long, but we really hauled. We made it to Saint Mary Falls in no time at all, and it had an impressive amount of volume coming down. Mikayla said people cliff jump off that bridge, but that looked very scary to me haha. I would have to watch someone do it before I’d be brave enough to do it myself. Then we continued on to Virginia Falls. We stopped at the lower falls to watch some people cliff jumping into the swimming hole before, and that was pretty cool. The height wasn’t bad, but I was pretty sure the shock of the water might kill me on impact. So we moved along to the upper falls. They were so tall and magnificent. I enjoyed it so much! Since I still need to experience the Glacier water, I went out to stand under the waterfall. It really was SO cold, but I’m glad I did it. The waterfall was powerful and magical. We walked around the falls and wading pools, and froze our feet off, before hiking out. There is so much blue, blue water in the park, and I don’t understand how that happens. But I love to see it!

We made it back out in good time, and then made one final stop at the goat boardwalk. And sadly, there were still no mountain goats or big horn sheep. I wonder if all the wildfires have scared the goats away? Everyone we talked to was also really sad about not seeing any, and always on the lookout for some. We did ironically see another bear - we think another grizzly - while we were there. He was hanging out under the Going-to-the-Sun road, just digging and chilling. We think there may have been a cub there as well, but it’s so hard to tell for sure from so far away. I was FREEZING by that point though, being wet and it only being 45 degrees, and the sun being down and the wind picking up…. I was ready to be back in the car.

We enjoyed our final drive down for now, and tried to really take the view in. It’s sad to say goodbye. We didn’t get out of the park until it was dark, and so I never got my picture by the Glacier National Park sign. I also didn’t get to try a huckleberry shake or treat since everything was closed by the time we got out. So I guess there are my reasons to come back - plus, the goats!

We ate dinner at a Whitefish bar. The bathrooms were lined in pornographic photos, which was a shock to me hahah, what the. The food was pretty mid, but it was dinner nonetheless! Then it was off to bed for us. My knees were feeling it from so much hiking, and I was so happy to collapse into bed.

We got an early start the next morning for the long drive home, which is so much more tolerable in the daylight.

I absolutely loved it, and hope to be back to that magical place someday! Until then, I’ll be dreaming of those wildflowers. xx

[bubbledumbbinch]

Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

[pokegalla]

Hey! I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! and i wanted to ask please epic or cross, which s/o is some kind of goat monster very similar to human (similar to tubbo) has heterochromia, piebaldism and vitiligo pls

Ok at first I didn’t know what all that was until I searched it. Now I feel dumb cause I HAVE seen it but forgot the names 🤦‍♀️. But yo that sounds like an awesome character holy shit- (they sound GORGEOUS).

And yo….I’ve been DYING to write for Epic. So imma write for both boyos (I love them both). Also thanks! Welcome to the blog and I hope you enjoy your stay! Check out my AU too! Trying to get it more popular….but ok I’m rambling now. Enjoy!

(Ok slightly suggestive in Epic’s part. Just a warning)

Epic and Cross with a Goat Monster!S/o with many brilliant features

Cross:

* Oooooooooo you know this boy is simping.

* Sure he’s seen monsters from all over the AUs but nobody quite caught his eyes the way you did. Your different color eyes, your marbled skin, your different shaded hair. You looked so interesting, so beautiful. When he officially met you, he was a stuttering mess. Mans couldn’t get a proper sentence out.

* When you guys do start dating, he is more straightforward and confident with his compliments. It’s not long before he has you blushing. And if you feel insecure? Prepare for a barrage of kisses, compliments and flirting (shy flirting but still). I have warned you.

* ANYone who decides to bully you? I swear they have a deathwish. They must because how they don’t see a skeleton nearby ready to slice their asses? And someone flirting with you? Just as bad.

* He loves his lovely S/o no matter what they are or what they look like. And he’ll be there to protect you always.

Mini story time!!!

You looked in the mirror to examine your looks. You always felt….like the odd one out. These conditions were rare in humans and even RARER in monsters. You couldn’t help but feel abnormal. Cross was walking by and noticed you staring in the mirror. He smiled and sneaked behind you.

He suddenly spoke up, “Wow you look amazing.”

You jumped and bonked his head, “YOU SCARED ME DUMDUM!!!”

He laughed and kissed your cheek, “Aw come on. I’m just appreciating the view~”

You blushed and huffed, “Ain’t nothing much to appreciate.” A moment of silence passed between you two. Oh you knew you fucked up. He suddenly hoisted you up bridal style. “Noooooo Crossy noooooo I need to get to work!!!” You threw you in bed and he got on, straddling you and began giving you kisses and hugs. You giggled and tried pushing him off but he wouldn’t budge.

“So what was it you said? Ain’t much to appreciate,” He tickled you making you laugh more, “You’re just giving me more excuses to point out all the things I admire about you~”

You sigh after he finally let up with his attacks and you cupped his face, “I love you my Oreo knight.”

He smiled sweetly, “Love you too, my angel”

Epic:

* He’s pretty good at hiding his feelings let’s be honest. But you can always count on seeing a faint blush on his face whenever you passed by.

* Upon first meeting you, he was stunned by your beauty and as a scientist he was super curious of seeing so many rare features on a monster. He had so many questions!

* Dating him was something he’s still shocked about. He still can’t believe you wanted to date him. But he is beyond happy and shows you off to all of his friends. You feel insecure? Bro. You gonna tell it to this guy? This man will PICK YOU UP and run around the town saying “THIS IS MAH WAIFU/HUSBANDO! THEY ARE DAH BEST AND I LUV THEM!!!” Never again. Never again will you think lowly of yourself. At least he got a good laugh outta of you.

* What MADMAN would be crazy enough to bully you in front of the meme lord himself? Must I remind you he has power of god and anime by his side? One glare from him should be warning enough….flirting he’s ok with. But if you look uncomfortable, he’ll help you get away from the person….and he’ll probably glare at them if they get a little too aggressive.

* All memes aside, he loves you as much as cookies! And that’s a special place in his soul. He loves you and is thankful to have you as his S/o.

Mini story time!!!

You were baking a special surprise for your silly skellie. You just wanted to make him smile since he’s always making you laugh. You thought it was the least you could do. You turned off the oven and gasped when your eyes were suddenly covered.

“Guess whoooooo,” The person behind you said.

“Hmmmm could it be my favorite Cookie Monster?” I asked playfully.

“Ding ding ding! You are coooooorrect! And the lovely contestant deserves a prize,” Epic tilted your head towards him to give you a kiss, “Hey Marble cookie. What’s cooking? Smells good in here.”

“You’re telling me you can’t tell me what that smell is Mr. Cookie Monster?” You said.

He practically drooled, “Bruh!!! What’s dah hold up then?! Gimme dah cookies now!”

“You hold on! You try to eat them all as I’m taking it out! No funny movements,” You said.

He pouted but at least he sat down and listened. This time he didn’t steal any cookies. When you served them, he noticed the cookies were quite literally marble cookies. He smiled mischievously as he got an idea.

“These cookies are pretty yummy babe but….,” He suddenly leaned closer and kissed you on the lips, quickly parting to say, “I think I like the taste of the original marble cookie much better~”

You blushed heavily before shoving a cookie in his mouth, “I swear you are so random!”

“You know yah like it~,” he teased.

He got bonked on the head, “Horny jail for you!”

“Nuuuuuuuuuu not again!!!” He shouted. You both laugh and finish up the cookies.

[444tsumu]

title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that. 

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

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