#and the chains on my wrist have turned to bracelets

[gaybabything]

Dude stockholm syndrome would set in so quick for me it's not even funny

[kaivenom]

One Piece men reaction to you stealing their signature clothes

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Killer

Masterlist

Luffy

He is running thru the deck, absolutely nervous and irritated, ¿where is his hat?, he is almost having a panic attack.

Suddently he saw you fishing on the border of the deck with his hat on.

He instantly deflates like a balloon, you two are dating and he ussually lets you use his hat but it's the first you steal it without permission.

He approaches you from behind and wraps his rubber arms around yourself, enough silent to scare you but enough strong to not let you fall.

"Hi captain, how are you doing?"

"I tought my hat disappeared, i was scared, you know it's important to me." his voice sounded a little sad, you must have given him a lot of trouble.

"Sorry gorgeous, i wanted to fish but the sun it's too hot and you were sleeping so i took it, i shouldn't have done that."

"You can take my hat, but please, tell me next time."

"Of course i will, not doing this again, i don't want you to have another rough wake up." you give him a little kiss on the nose, you know he loves it.

"And if you want to fish tell me first, i want to fish with you..." a little of his ussual child behaviour is back.

"But you were sleeping," he hid his face on your neck.

"Then wake me up."

"You don't like that."

"I like it when you do it, and i can always sleep here." he placed his head on your lap and fell asleep again.

Zoro

It was a crazy idea, but you wanted to try it.

You stealed his haramaki while he was sleeping and you had a goal in mind with that.

You were in front of the mirror, trying to clip the haramaki tight enough to make a top for you.

You almost got it, it was starting to look good.

Then the door opened and Zoro appeared with an irritated look.

Then he saw you and his mouth dropped almost to the floor.

"What were you..." he didn't finish the question, instead he was doing hand signals.

"I thought it would look good." you are now blusing, a lot.

"You.... you can't...." it sounded like Zoro couldn't talk properly, that's when you saw he was blushing too, "You look very good on it," he covered his face with his hand.

"Thanks, i am glad you are not mad."

"I am mad but you look pretty, i hope you didn't break it."

"No, i am just clipping it, no sewing." he got behind you and put his hands on your waist.

"I can help, but later i will get a reward for contributing in this model's look." you laughed.

Sanji

He has a set of jewelry which consists on a necklace, a ring and a bracelet.

There are some ocasions that he lets you have one of the three, but you wanted to try it all.

Today he was doing dinner and you hugged him from behind.

You felt him tense but he was still cutting the vegetables, but now at a slower pace.

You were already wearing the ring so you showed it to his face and then got to his neck and unclipped the golden chain.

His breathing was starting to hitch, he isn't sure if he would be able to turn around and ask you what you were thinking.

You put the necklace on you neck and then you move your hand to his wrist.

Now he is completely unable to continue doing his chores.

You uncliped the third item and put it on yourself.

He finally turned around and saw you admiring how his yewelry looks on yourself.

"What are you doing." he was trembling.

"I wanted to see how good they look on me." you showed the ring and bracelet on his face again.

"And you need it to do it like that? mon amour." and then Sanji got a nose bleed and needed to sit down.

Trafalgar Law

He was so inmerse on his book that he didn't sense you enter the room and take his hat from the table.

He told you he couldn't sleep with you that night but you needed to feel him close so you stealed the hat, carefully.

At the end he finished his readings sooner so he got to your bedroom, he was so tired that he didn't noticed he wasn't wearing his hat.

The surprise came when he got to your side and saw his hat on you.

He blushed a lot, almost tripped, you looked so cute in his eyes.

He is not the one to think someone is cute but you always manage to make him flustered.

He wanted to wake you up and kiss you but after some thinking, he realize he is too tired to do it, so he waited to next morning.

When you woke up you were really surprised, Law tends to sleep on his side of the bed keeping distance from you, but this night he was trapping you with his arms.

You were unable to leave his embrace, but you aren't complaining about it.

Eustass Kidd

You were really cold, the winter island was giving you a hard time.

So you took his coat to get out of the ship to do some shopping.

When you came back his yellings were audible from miles away, apparently he tought someone was making jokes on him.

When he saw you getting on the deck with his red coat, he almost choked.

He really liked seeing you with his coat (his nose almost bleed) but he needed to keep his reputation.

He yells at you trying to discipline you on public (not to much).

When you both got into your room he tried to make it up.

"Don't think i will forgive you." you said while laying on bed.

"I have a reputation, but i didn't meant to be so rude."

"i am not hearing an apology."

"Sorry." He is red as a tomato.

"Good boy." you patted his head carefully while his arms embrace you.

"It suited you very well." you laugh when he hid is face on your chest.

Killer

Another heart attack, he never goes outside without his helmet, so when he wakes up and couldn't find it, he starts to anxious.

Early enough he discovers that you are on the bathroom cleaning it, repainting it and fixing it.

When he opened the door it was like you both became deers looking at car lights.

You were sure he was going to be mad at you but seeing someone being so preoccupied with his favourite.

"You could have said something:"

"I wanted it to be a surprise, plus this thing is nasty as fuck." his big muscular arms went to your waist.

"Thanks." he rubbed his head to yours and lowered himself for you to put the helmet on him.

"No." you pated his blonde hair, "this thing is still wet, so you have to wait."

"Kid is going to kill me if im late."

"Don't worry, we can manage to dry it fast."

[theriverbeyond]

DEATH FIRST TO VULTURES AND SCAVENGERS

🦴 Harrow, photo editing, bones et al by me! 📸 photo and harrow robe by @trickstercheshi

took these pics like 2? months and then totally forgot to post them here! anyway Harrow currently features 122 hand sculpted bones (86 of which are in the rosary!), not counting the spares I made or the 336 resin teeth I bought & drilled for her bracelets and waist chain.

my central requirement for this cosplay is basically that every bone (except the face/ear jewlery) HAS to be made as close as possible in size and shape to an anatomically accurate human bone, because I am nothing of not committed to the inherent wonder of human anatomy. this means: no bone tits, no sizing bones up or down as convenient for aesthetics, no animal bones. I think it turned out great and I'm soooooo excited to make EVEN MORE bones for when I wear her next >:3

rigcage progress is documented on tumblr here, and under the cut are some extra ramblings & detail photos of her rosary & stole!

the rosary is based off of normal catholic rosaries, altered it to fit Ninth House aesthetics. a normal rosary has 5 sections ("Mysteries") made of 10 beads each.

MY rosary has nine (9!!) sections for the Ninthefold ressurection, with each section being made of 8 bones. specifically, each section is made of carpal bones, and there is one carpal bone per section to represent each populated House. anatomy fun fact! humans have 8 different carpal bones in the body (one set in each wrist) all of which I lovingly sculpted to attempted anatomical accuracy.

phalanges are the "separating" ("Our Father"?) beads, and the hanging centerpiece is a metacarpal articulating with 3 phalanges -- "the knuckle of your great-grandmother that represented the Rock, and the Universe, and God." (HtN p. 118).

I went back and forth on what I wanted the centerpiece to be, because "knuckle" has an original anatomical meaning (the talus bone -- of like, sheep, so not an option here per my central requirement) but it also has several colloquial meanings. I've heard "knuckle" being used to describe both the interphalangeal joints of the fingers and the metacarpalphalangeal joint as well. I actually did end up sculpting a life sized human talus bone to test how it would look as the centerpiece, but rejected it due to it simply looking very goofy due to scale and size (it was too big 😔). I also learned how to do a proper hail mary knot for this!

anyway: behold some more pics

for Harrow's stole, I was inspired by @/thatbonejunky's art here as well as @/bondibee's art here! I really wanted to lean into the religious leader aspect of her character. Harrow as not the Reverend *Daughter*, but the *Reverend* Daughter -- especially as this is, due to my own proclivities, definitely a Butch Harrow™ cosplay. The fabric is this cool celtic pattern from JoAnns and the skull is applique + hand beading! I went back and forth on if I should give her tassles on the bottom or not but honestly it came down to tassels just seeming more dramatic, and Harrow deserves this

phew ok that was a lot of rambling. all bones are made of creative paperclay, an air dry clay, and painted with basic acrylics. did you know you can find hundreds of free 3D models of bones free online on sketchfab or by searching "[bone name] 3D model". what was i saying. anyway. i love bone :)

[sserpente]

By Chance

Synopsis: The very first time you meet Eddie the Freak Munson, it’s because you found his bracelet on the floor and decided to wear it, and he claims to have lost one just like that.

The second time you meet, he is absolutely flabbergasted because you are the only one outside of Hellfire who wants him to sign their yearbook.

The third time you meet, he’s feeding you drugs through a sloppy kiss before making you see stars.

The fourth time you meet, he is all but taken aback that you greet him with a boyfriend-and-girlfriend-kiss in plain sight of some other former Hawkins High students, thinking that you, just like all the other girls, would want nothing to do with him after one hot and high night together…

A/N: Just a couple of ideas that had been ghosting around in my head on digital paper. Enjoy!

Words: 4880 Warnings: drug use, alcohol, smut, RC has parents in this one, drunk driving

A/N: Both Eddie and RC are over the age of 21 in my stories.

The first time you met Eddie Munson, it was in the school cafeteria. You were new in town, damned to finish your high school years at a later age due to unforeseen circumstances in your past. Let’s just say it involved the military, an illegal weapon deal, you and your family being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a witness protection programme. Not exactly the funniest years of your life but here you were now, significantly older than all the other students trying to keep up with everything you had missed when one fateful day, you found a leather chain bracelet on the floor in the hallway near the boys’ bathrooms.

You figured it looked cool, so, instead of throwing it away, you decided to wear it. Little did you know it belonged to Eddie The Freak Munson himself who, as it turned out, was absolutely gutted he’d lost it. He ended up in line to get his lunch right behind you that day and of course, he instantly noticed the edgy accessory on you when you reached for a cup of chocolate pudding.

“Cool bracelet.”

You’d be lying if you said that the other students hadn’t “warned” you about him. But being old enough to legally buy alcohol, you were long past the silly idea of popularity in high school, knowing that once you were out of that building for good, no one—literally no one—cared anymore. Respectively, you turned around to smile at him.

“Thank you.”

“I had one like that too. Lost it recently,” he added a little distraught, underlining his words by throwing a single peanut in his mouth. Your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, what? I found that on the floor in the hallway the other day! It must be yours!”

And just like that, Eddie blinked and then frowned at you as if you’d just sliced the tyres of his van. “Why are you wearing it?” he asked—carefully, if not suspiciously.

“I just thought it looked cool. Here, take it back,” you announced, unclasping it from your wrist to hand it to him. “I’m glad it seems you didn’t lose it after all.”

“Yeah, uh… it was a gift from my uncle, so… it means a lot to me.”

You could have imagined it but you were pretty sure that you received something like an electrical shock when your hands touched.

“That’s sweet. Good thing I didn’t throw it away. Well, enjoy the rest of your day, Eddie. I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you around too.”

And that you did. Every day. You did have a few classes together, after all, and sooner or later you realised that you kept stealing glances at him. He was fucking handsome—a classic metalhead with an affinity for fantasy novels and Dungeons & Dragons, so you soon found out, and of course, a renowned bad boy selling drugs right under the noses of all the teachers which, strangely enough… did not hinder him from finally graduating that year. It turned out that 1987 was his year and to call what he pulled off at the graduation ceremony a show would have been an understatement and you certainly couldn’t stop clapping and cheering along with his friends when he did flip the principal the bird and acted like he’d just won the gold medal instead of his diploma. That man was a chaotic rockstar in the making, you just knew it. In fact, you were more excited for him than you were for yourself even though you had barely spoken after the bracelet exchange.

Unfortunately, apart from his beloved Hellfire club as well as two freshmen called Dustin and Mike, everyone else in the school just seemed to be happy to finally be rid of him—Miss O’Donnells the most, you figured.

So when it was time to get those last few signatures in for your yearbooks and students rushed from person to person with markers in hand, Eddie was left out entirely.

You guessed that this was why nothing prepared him for the very moment you approached him and two of his friends—Jeff and Gareth, you believed—and held your yearbook out to him.

“Hey, Eddie. Care to sign my yearbook for me?”

It took him a second to process your words, you could tell. “Me? You want me to sign your yearbook?”

“Of course.” And you meant it, if anything to have an excuse to speak to him again.

Eddie took your yearbook from you with slight hesitation, flipped the front page open and then, using the red ballpoint pen he must have been using for his friends’ yearbooks, scribbled something in yours.

You couldn’t wait to read what he’d written when he handed it back to you. Another moment of silence followed.

“Do you… want me to sign yours as well?”

“Uh… yeah… if you want.” Jeff and Gareth were a lot more suspicious than Eddie was, perhaps thinking you’d write something nasty in his. In fact, he didn’t even pay attention to what you were writing in it. Instead, and you could practically feel his curious brown gaze on you, he wouldn’t stop staring like you were some sort of hallucination.

The truth was, he probably didn’t quite know what to make of you. You’d never been part of a specific clique ever since your arrival and hence socialised with whoever circumstances put you in close proximity with. They’d all seen you with Jason and the others a few times—and given how the basketball team treated Hellfire, it was not short of a miracle they all radiated a pinch of hostility toward you.

Eddie almost flinched when you shut his yearbook shut and gave it back to him. “Thanks.”

“Thanks to you as well. After your stunt on stage, I have no doubt that you’re gonna be the next Ozzy Osbourne. I wish you and your band all the best, I’m sure you’ll rock it.”

Jeff and Gareth blinked. Incredulously so. Eddie on the other hand gave you a sheepish grin. “Thanks,” he said again.

You figured there was nothing else going to come out of his mouth—and you hoped that your phone number that you had scribbled into his yearbook and which he still hadn’t noticed yet was going to give him a broad hint.

That’s why your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you suddenly heard him calling after you. “We were going to, uh… celebrate together just outside of the town centre tonight. You know… snacks, dru- I mean drinks, music… care to come?”

It was only when you turned back around that you noticed Jeff and Gareth looking downright shocked at Eddie’s invitation. The head of the Hellfire Club appeared genuine though. And with those sweet puppy eyes, how could you turn him down? You simply could not, even if you had wanted to.

“Oh, I always fancy some snacks and dru- I mean drinks.” You grinned at him. “Should I bring anything?”

“If you want. Don’t have to though. Do you have a car or… should I come pick you up?”

“If it’s not too much trouble? Here, let me give you my address.” Using your pen from before, you snatched one of the napkins from one of the tables (almost wiping an empty champagne glass from the surface in the process) to scribble your address on it.

You decided to make brownies for the occasion. They were spiced with rum to add a little bit of flavour and dressed in your edgiest outfit before Eddie came to pick you up. To say you were excited was an understatement, for despite being generally friendly with everyone, you hadn’t exactly made a ton of friends in Hawkins yet.

Funnily enough, however, you were not even in the least surprised that Eddie drove straight to the infamous Reefer Rick house near Lover’s Lake. The entirety of the Hellfire Club, excluding the two freshmen, were there, along with a couple of other friends of Rick’s you didn’t know. It wasn’t a proper party per se—although they did have music but given Eddie’s taste and looks, it was metal blasting through the speakers for the most part.

“You’re insane, Munson. Who is she again?” Rick hissed into Eddie’s hair, grabbing his upper arm as you walked past and you took in the dimly lit boathouse. The atmosphere here was great. Foldable tables held a large selection of snacks, with two massive pizzas from Surfer Boy’s Pizza taking up the majority of the space. Another table was filled to the brim with so much alcohol you feared it would all topple over if someone attempted to remove one of the glass bottles. The fishing boat swaying in the water unsurprisingly took up most of the space in the boat house. Only for the occasion it had been repurposed to a cosy-looking lounging area and covered entirely with several layers of blankets and pillows.

The most prominent feature of this small get-together, however, was the smell of weed—and you were certain that those rolled little cigarettes were the most harmless drug Rick had on offer tonight.

“You’re telling me you invited the girl who found your bracelet a few months ago to a party at my house? What if she calls the cops on us?”

“I don’t think she will.”

“I brought brownies,” you offered, holding them out to him with a smile. Both Rick and Eddie blushed when they realised you had been able to follow their conversation over the loud guitar riffs.

“Oh. Thanks. Welcome to the party then.” And that was that. You set the homemade dessert on the table and had Eddie pour you your first drink of the evening.

“You know, it took me a hot minute to figure out you’ve written your phone number in my yearbook,” Eddie admitted after a few drinks and some casual chatting.

“Oh.” You chuckled, following up with a wink. “Well, I figured I’d take my shot.” Eddie had skipped prom, of course, not buying into the whole idea of wearing a suit and awkwardly asking someone out only to dance to shitty music and drink non-alcoholic punch in the school’s stinky sports hall.

It was a shame really—you would have loved to have seen him in a suit. Besides, you figured that the real reason Eddie hadn’t been to prom was because he’d been unhopeful any girl would have wanted to show up there with the town freak who was regularly accused of satanic rituals.

Well, you would have. But you ended up going with your classmates from chemistry class who had all sworn they didn’t need a man to have a good time. Which was also true.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows slightly, offering you a sweet smile.

“Why did you invite me? We’ve barely spoken all year and Rick is not wrong.”

“Listen, sweetheart… no one—and I mean no one outside of Hellfire has ever asked me to sign their yearbook for them. It might not sound like a big deal to you but you decided to come over to me despite what everyone else must have told you about me.” Sweetheart. Now that was a reason for your heart to skip a beat. The rising alcohol level in your body did the rest, of course, but you were far from drunk yet.

As of right now, Eddie’s hair was even messier than usual from headbanging to the latest Metallica hit that had come on after Rick had yelled “To our new graduates, Jeff, Gareth and Eddie!”. He was still a little out of breath. You were resting on the boat now, watching him giggle at a filthy joke Rick had just pulled and it was then you decided there and then that tonight was going to be the night. All good things started with a kiss, right?

Eddie must have noticed you staring at his lips. He took another draw from the cigarette he was smoking and then held it out to you with a mischievous grin on his face. “Want a draw?”

“Sure. Bring it on.”

Before you could close your mouth around it though, Eddie pulled away again, making you crawl closer to him in a confused manner. “Wait a second. You’ve… smoked before, right?”

“Duh,” you gave back. “Yes, I have. Never done anything stronger than weed though.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Just making sure you don’t throw up all over the boat.” Eddie didn’t hand the cigarette over. Instead, he brought it to your lips with his fingers, watching intently as you took a draw. The taste was just as awful as you remembered but it got the job done quickly. You relaxed, feeling more daring after only minutes.

“Hey, Eddie?” You stared at him matter-of-factly. It clearly confused him. You took another draw when he offered the weed to you yet again but this time inching even closer to him. His lips parted when you didn’t move away from him. “Can I kiss you?”

The metalhead grinned like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted his ringed hand to your face to stroke your cheek and then, his mouth was on yours. Eddie kissed you softly and patiently, seemingly enjoying this first taste as much as you did. After you parted, you both smiled and as the night proceeded, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other anymore.

Eddie insisted on taking you to his place instead of staying at Rick’s, and after some initial protest that he too had had alcohol and shouldn’t be behind the wheel, you agreed to slowly drive back to his place. Fortunately for the both of you, you both made it out of this risky mission alive and you soon plopped yourself down on Eddie’s bed.

His room was a complete and utter mess. Clothes and cassettes along with handwritten song lyrics on crumbled paper were scattered everywhere, along with the odd guitar pick and lone sock. The walls were plastered with posters of metal bands as well as some maps and other drawings he must have made for his D&D campaigns.

His uncle wasn’t home—Eddie claimed he was pulling night shifts and that you had the house all to yourself. Which was certainly a good thing. You weren’t exactly quiet in bed and you had no doubt that you’d make use of those condoms sitting on his nightstand tonight.

Eddie grinned, turning his back to you for a moment. Then, he got rid of his battle jacket and leather jacket almost at the same time, kicked off his shoes and joined you on the bed wearing only his ripped trousers and a washed-out band shirt.

He was quick to take the initiative now that you had made the first step. Eddie leaned down, his hair tickling your face, and lowered his lips to yours to kiss you again, without any unwanted eyes watching you both this time.

He tasted like the weed you’d been smoking and the fatty pizza you’d all been munching on. His kisses were consuming, you had learned this much quickly. You sighed when his tongue slipped between your lips, teasing yours gently all the while his right hand went on an exploration quest, repeatedly stroking over your side.

Joyful anticipation of what would happen next flooded you like a hurricane, your body all of a sudden annoyingly aware of the fact there were way too many layers separating you both still.

It was then you felt the small pill on Eddie’s tongue that he passed on to you, gently biting your lower lip before breaking the kiss. You closed your mouth with wide eyes, returning his eager grin as he hovered above you.

“It’s ketamine,” he said, still grinning, “Rick got a new batch, fancy pill form. Nothing like anything else you’ll ever experience.”

You swallowed it down. “Shit. How long does it take to kick in?”

“With how strong that dose is I’d say about fifteen minutes. Thought you’d better have your first trip safely without accidentally drowning in the boat house at Rick’s.”

You hummed.

But what was the point of waiting around for it to kick in? You wanted Eddie. Now, and regardless of the drugs. Biting your lower lip, you pulled him back down to you and crashed your lips against his, kissing him ferociously.

“You’re wearing too much,” you announced out of breath when you had to pull away for oxygen.

“I could say the same thing about you, sweetheart.”

“Hmm… we should do something about that, then.”

You both giggled like children. Eddie scrambled out of bed to get rid of his clothes, only leaving his plaid boxers on all the while you peeled yourself out of your shirt and your trousers.

“Do you know how to take off a bra?” you asked with a cheeky grin.

“You wound me, sweetheart.”

“C’me here and prove it then.”

He was on top of you again before you could blink, hands wandering behind your back as you arched it for him so he could take it off for you. He did in fact have no trouble whatsoever getting that last piece of clothing between your naked skin out of the way. When he tossed it out of bed, it landed straight on the neck of his acoustic guitar in the corner. Eddie chuckled but he soon gasped for air quietly when his brown eyes fell on your bare breasts, nipples hardening from both the sudden temperature change and your growing arousal—and perhaps the drugs, too. You could feel them kicking in now. It was like you were walking on clouds. Like everything you did was wrapped in cotton candy and each and every one of your senses was heightened.

Eddie seemed to feel the same way even though surely this wasn’t his first time on ketamine. In a haze, he cupped your breasts with his hands, kneading them gently all the while you tugged at the hem of his boxers, not failing to notice the growing bulge in them. Eddie’s erection sprung free when you pulled them down as far as you could in your current position, taking in his length. Damn. You didn’t have a lot of dicks to compare him to but you certainly liked what you saw.

Reluctantly, the metalhead let go of your breasts to reach for a condom. You moaned at the loss of them at the very same moment you started feeling like you were floating. Shit.

“I am craving ice cream right now.”

“You are?”

“Yes! I could eat three. No, six! You know what? Let’s go and have ice cream tomorrow!”

“At the mall?”

“At the mall!” you repeated, almost yelling the words. You blinked. Fuck. You were so high. Eddie grinned when he realised. You wriggled out of your knickers and tossed them out of bed with your foot. Utterly naked before him now, you watched him with your lower lip sucked between your teeth as he rolled the thin layer of latex onto his length and then positioned himself between your legs. You spread them even further for him, inviting him in.

“We can always stop, you know that, right?”

“Eddie…” You pulled him down to you, shutting him up with a sloppy kiss. The drug was really kicking in now and making out with him was like a whole new experience altogether. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. You needed him. Now.

You doubted he was still a virgin when he guided his member into you with skilled movements, slowly pushing in inch by inch without finishing instantly. You wouldn’t have minded to take a break and then try again but right now, the ketamine in your body was making you impatient for lust. Impatient for him.

“Move, Eddie, move…” you whispered, throwing your head back in the process. The metalhead obeyed. Slowly at first, he began to thrust up into you, each and every single movement eager and on the verge of madness.

You were an entanglement of sweaty limbs within a matter of minutes. Panting and kissing, you didn’t know where Eddie ended and where you started. You moved together rhythmically, your legs wrapped around his hips as he kept rutting into you.

It was the very first time you felt your arousal climbing higher and higher, that familiar knot of pleasure in your core tightening without any additional stimulation whatsoever. Surely, that was because of the drugs. It must have been because of the drugs. Eddie hit every single pleasure spot hidden deep inside of you but normally, even that was not enough for you to slip over the edge. Not so today. You could already feel your orgasm approaching, your toes curling and your cunt tightening around him.

Eddie groaned. “You going to cum, sweetheart?”

The sound that escaped your lips didn’t even remotely resemble a yes. So you nodded with your lower lip between your teeth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You shattered underneath him like a piece of glass, breaking into a million pieces scattering across his room.

Moaning his name, you dug your nails into his naked back and pulled him even closer to you. Eddie didn’t stop. On the contrary, he sped up. His strokes were erratic now, uncontrolled. Eager for his own orgasm, as you pulsed around him times and times again, you felt him tense up and then, find his release.

After a few more thrusts he stilled, burying himself as deep inside of you as he possibly could and shot his load into the condom. You wished you could have felt it, wished you could have felt him coating your still lazily contracting walls instead. Next time. There was always next time.

And fuck… that was quite possibly the best sex you’d ever had.

When you woke up the next morning, memories of last night came flooding back to you like a tsunami. Your head rested on Eddie’s chest. He’d draped his blanket over the both of you after he’d gotten rid of the condom—or simply threw it on the floor to be precise—and then cuddled up with you to keep you warm, to keep you safe while this trip lasted. You were almost a little disappointed you had sobered up now but the aftermath lingered like the taste of a particularly sweet strawberry on your tongue.

You opened your eyes, inhaling Eddie’s scent. Cigarettes, alcohol, leather and a little bit of sweat… it made for an oddly attractive mix. Unfortunately, however, your blood ran cold as soon as you spotted the time on the watch on Eddie’s wrist.

“Eddie! Wake up! Eddie, come on!”

He grumbled—and you wanted to kiss him senseless for being so cute and sleepy—but your parents must have been worried sick by now. Besides, you felt a little nauseous. Certainly the after-effects of the ketamine. You were lucky you weren’t hugging the toilet at the moment.

“What? You okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m okay but I need to get home.”

“Huh?” Finally, he cracked an eye open. Another moment passed for him to take the time to wake up. You chuckled.

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus. Ugh, and I feel gross.” You needed a shower—and a change of clothes. “I need to get home and freshen up, and my parents are probably wondering where I am. Let’s meet at Starcourt? Around three?”

You wanted nothing more than to lazily wander into the kitchen and have a coffee and breakfast with him before doing what you did last night all over again—sober this time. But by now, his uncle was probably home too. You’d have to do that as soon as you got your own place. Then you could be fucking all day long and… you swallowed.

“Uh, yeah… sure. Three.”

“Alright.” You beamed at him. “I’ll see you there then.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before you climbed out of bed naked and gathered your clothes. Eddie grinned when you blew him one final kiss before you left the room fully dressed.

You had to admit it got a little awkward when you ended up walking straight past Wayne Munson who was at the kitchen table with a coffee and the morning paper in hand. There was absolutely no doubt the man new exactly what Eddie and you had done last night.

“Uh… morning, Mr. Munson.”

“Morning?” You didn’t need to explain. Well, Eddie did but not you, not right now. So you only gave him an apologetic smile and hurried out the door because three o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

You couldn’t stop grinning. Not when you apologised to your parents for worrying them and not calling, not when you took a shower, not even when you got some sustenance in to chase away the residue of the drugs and the alcohol in your body.

At around two thirty, you put on some make-up and then practically darted to the bus station to make it to Starcourt in time. Eddie was waiting for you already when you arrived. He leaned against a pillar near Scoops Ahoy wearing his usual attire, with one leg propped against it. His face lit up when he spotted you—only to darken only a fraction of a second later when he saw Jason and his laundry basket crew approach, instantly alert.

You paid them no mind. So you only nodded at Jason in greeting and then hurried toward Eddie, wrapping your arms around him to give him a long and passionate kiss.

“Hey…” he breathed out when you broke apart. Eddie blinked at you, incredulous at what you’d just done—almost as if you hadn’t had sex on a high last night.

“Hey. What’s… wrong? Are you alright?”

“N-nothing. I’m fine, sweetheart.” He glanced at Jason who kept on staring at you as if you’d just sacrificed a sheep to a demon. You shrugged your shoulders, interlaced Eddie’s fingers with yours and dragged him inside the ice cream shop.

“What do you want? I think chocolate chip mint is the best one but cherry sounds nice too. Pick whatever you like, it’s on me.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow at you. “No, no, sweetheart. This is a date. I’m paying.”

“No you’re not. You can pay next time. You know how much the stuff you gave me…” You cleared your throat and lowered your voice. “…you gave me last night normally costs. I’m paying.”

Eddie smirked at you—you just wanted to kiss him all over again. “Cherry and chocolate chip mint, how about that?”

“I like the way you think.” So you ordered and then made yourself comfortable in one of the booths to munch on your ice cream. Eddie glanced behind him and then, all of a sudden, he had that unbelieving expression on his face yet again.

“Okay, what’s up? Something’s up. Did I say something? Did something happen?”

“I just… didn’t expect you to want to be in public with me.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” It was you who had incredulousness written all over your face now. Your heart dropped to your feet. “What… do you mean?”

“The girls I hooked up with before, from school… they didn’t want anything to do with me after they’d gotten laid by the freak,” he admitted. “Granted, there weren’t that many but still.” Your lips parted. Shit. That’s why he was acting all surprised. You had just snogged him in front of the entire former basketball team, after all.

Of course that raised the question of why he would invite you to that party in the first place if he’d suspected that you’d only wanted some free drugs and to be able to claim you’d fucked the freak to find out if he was just that in the sheets as well. But there was always hope. Hope that it could be different this time even if it was all subconscious. You suppressed a sigh.

“Why the hell wouldn’t I want that?” you asked so you wouldn’t pause for too long.

“Don’t know. I’m just used to it, okay?” he said with a fake smile, scooping up some of his ice cream.

Oh. And now he was overwhelmed and flattered and touched and confused and… and he didn’t know how to act. You scooted closer to him in the booth, leaning against his shoulder. “I couldn’t give a shit about what the other people think, Eddie. I was in a rush this morning because I didn’t tell my parents I’d probably spend the whole night out. And I said I felt gross because I hadn’t showered and because the remnants of the drugs made me feel all icky. Not because I regret what we did. Actually… I can’t wait to do it again.”

Eddie’s face lit up. He grinned. “With or without drugs?”

“Both.”

In other words, that cheeky metalhead was your boyfriend now. And you’d be damned if you didn’t tell the world that you were his girlfriend.

[starsinscript]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ acts of service boyfriend ; cl16

summary ; you, and your boyfriend, charles, who loves performing acts of service, get ready for a night out.

tiktok ; yourusername

yourusername cuts from my recent grwm 😆 (yes we were late)

[video description: in the first clip, you're looking through your jewelry, when charles walks into the room. his voice is heard softly as his arms comes into frame, picking out a few bracelets. "i like these, ma chérie," he says, holding out the bracelets in your preferred metal, ones you had already been thinking of. "tu veux que je les mette pour toi?" he asks, slipping them on your wrist at your blushy smile. he squeezes your wrist, walking behind you to pick out a necklace. "this is nice, no?" he grins, the necklace unable to be seen in frame. you giggle, rolling your eyes playfully. "it's very nice, cha." he walks behind you, moving your styled hair onto one of your shoulders to easily put the necklace on. you fiddle with the charm on the necklace, and when you move your hand to bring charles down for a kiss, the charm is out for all to see. 16. you cup charles' face and kiss him, pulling away giggling. "go get ready, cha." you say, pushing him away gently.

in the second clip, you're in front of your camera in your outfit, checking yourself out. charles walks back into the room, 'ooh'-ing at your outfit. he places his cup on your vanity, walking over to you. "une si jolie fille." he says, hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing softly. he kisses your cheek before humming. "this is a nice fabric," he comments. "feels soft." you giggle, turning around to face him. his hands slide to the small of your back, pushing you closer. "you think?" charles hums, kissing you softly. "have you picked out your shoes?" he wonders, looking at your closet. you pull yourself away to show charles you two shoe choices. a pair of flats that match your dress or a pair of heels that match your jewelry more. "i like the flats," he says and frowns as you go to slip them on. "no, no, let me," he takes the shoes, sitting you at the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of you. he softly kisses the curve of your knee after slipping on the first flat, then does the same after the second.

in the last clip, you're in the hallway of your apartment, fixing your hair in the mirror above your phone. charles walks in, finally ready. his hair is mussed in an attractive fashion, thick black glasses on his face. charles doesn't wear necklaces often, but you got him to wear a simple chain, that pokes out of the undone buttons of his dress shirt. the color of his button up matches your dress subtly, and his dress pants suits the color of his top. "very nice, mr leclerc," you comment, kissing his lips softly as he wraps his arms around your waist. he moves you from side to side slowly, like a soft lullaby. "come on, we have to go," you laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth before grabbing your phone.]

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[kamii-2]

kk arnold fluff while on live

hi again lei 🫨

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

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“hi live!” kk said as everyone started to join, comments flooding in the moment people joined the tiktok live. “today i’m with my lovely wife y/n!” she happily said while wrapping her arms around you and rocking side to side aggressively with a huge smile on her face, “damn kk.” you laughed. “you’re gonna get me in trouble, stop cussing.” kk replied with a stank attitude and side-eyeing you. “yes ma’am.” you spoke while giving her the same look. “anyway, what should we do guys, we are bored.” kk asked enthusiastically, “wait let me show you guys something, i’ll be right back.” you stood up and headed to your bedroom.

yesterday was you and kk’s one year anniversary, she bought you a bracelet and necklace and you bought her a ring and necklace. she took you to a fancy restaurant and you guys went back home and cuddled for the rest of the day while watching a shit ton of movies until you both fell asleep, cuddled together.

you grabbed the jewelry your girlfriend had got you and walked back into the living room, sitting on the couch next to her. “look what kk bought me guys!” you told them while showing them the bracelet that was on your wrist and the necklace that you were holding by the chain to show it off to the live. “why aren’t you wearing your necklace?” kk asked, “why are you wearing your necklace OR your ring?” she stayed silent, “exactly.” you say as you turn back to the phone and start to read comments. “anyway guys, should we do more lives together? i feel like we don’t go live together a lot.” kk asked the live while admiring you, looking you up and down as you watched her through the phone screen, smiling slightly.

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i hope yall enjoy and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[erwinsvow]

“what’s this?” you ask, eyes wide and that pretty smile he likes so much taking over your features. “am i forgetting something?”

like always, you’re hesitant to accept it. no matter what he gets you—fancy dinners at the club, pretty shoes that you keep eyeing at the store, ice cream after one of your frequent dates—you get shy about having him spend money on you. you’re real cute about it, he thinks, when you twirl around wearing the dress from today’s trip before dinner, showing him your new outfit. 

you pick up your flowery heels and carry them in your hand when the two of you are walking along the beach. “i can’t get them dirty, rafe!” is what you tell him when he looks at you like you’re crazy, making your face heat up. he carries them for you the rest of the way. 

you cling to his arm, staring at the new bracelet and enjoying the way it shines in the sun, moves down your wrist when you hang onto rafe. he catches you staring at it all throughout the day, whenever you think he’s not looking. jokes on you—he’s always looking at you. 

“open it,” he says back, wanting to see your reaction. rafe’s gaze is always intense, but it feels even more so right now, your heart thudding fast in your chest. 

“wait, rafe, what did i forget?” “nothing, kid, just open it.”

“i didn’t take you for the type to celebrate monthiversaries.” you rustle through your purse, suddenly feeling nervous, pulling something out and offering it to him on your palm. “all i have for you is.. a pack of gum and some lip gloss. but i think this shade would look great on you, do you want it-”

he rolls his eyes, shoving your hand down so the items in your hand fall. 

“stop being a brat and just open it, before i take it back.” 

big eyes watching him, you unwrap the yellow ribbon, taking a second to admire it before you notice rafe’s stare, causing you to put it aside and lift the little white box. inside is a pretty, sparkly chain with a cursive R pendant hanging from it. 

you look up at rafe and then down at the necklace, confusion twisting over your face. your breath catches in your throat, eyes getting watery immediately.

“you like it?” he asks, voice low and serious. when he brings his hand to your chin to lift your face up so he can take a look at you, tears overflow and spill down your cheeks. he balks, panicking. “what, kid? did i get the wrong color or somethin’?”

“rafe-” you say, voice quiet and whimpery, choked up with your crying. you pull him into a hug, crawling into his lap, softly sobbing into his neck. he’s scared shitless for a second, wondering what the hell he did wrong because he thought you would love it—since you’re always blabbing on and on about how you like it when he marks you up and everyone knows who you belong to. he rubs your back and strokes your hair, wondering if he can take it back to get you one you’ll like, when you pull away to give him a hot, wet kiss. it goes on for minutes, your hands in his hair and his hands on your hips.

“wait, so you, you like it?”

“i love it, rafe.” you lean back in to finish the kiss. when you pull away, you’re not smiling like you usually are. “but this is too much. you’re spending so much on me-”

“because i want to,” he interjects, eager to not let you finish your sentence.

“it’s not okay,” you whine, trying to pull away but rafe holds you firmly in place, still in his lap. “what’re people gonna think if they see-”

“who cares what they think? ‘cause i don’t. if i wanna get something shiny for my girl, i’m gonna. no one’s gonna stop me, not even you.” he watches you take in his words, eyes wide and little head spinning. “now be a good girl, let me put it on.”

you comply automatically, like always, turning around and holding your hair up so he can put the necklace on easily. your body shivers at his touch, almost starts shaking when he clips the necklace into place and presses a kiss to the back of your neck, if he wasn’t holding you tight.

“now, what'd you say?”

“thank you, daddy.”

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali! my ideal valentines gift would be a dainty tennis bracelet that i’ve been wanting for a while <3 and i’d swipe sweet on sukuna ! (bonus: i buy him a silver chain since he’s been wanting a new one !)

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — RYOMEN SUKUNA. swipe sweet: simplicity.

about. boom, it’s a match! ryomen sukuna and yourself have come to an agreement. no gifts and no materialistic things for v-day… but he really can’t help it, especially because you’ve never received a gift out of love and not because someone is trying to buy it ( 0.7K )

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, established relationships, modern bf!sukuna, rich girl + fem!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

ryomen sukuna doesn’t come from money.

he’s an honest man who works an honest job and makes an honest living. he does what he can to support his family and keep his head above water — and that’s enough for him. sukuna wasn’t always this good nor this honest, the rough and troubled days of his youth have hardened his exterior and made him hard to love. 

to everyone except for you. 

you’re a girl that comes from money.

you’ve never worked a day in your life, but you do what you can to be there for siblings way too evil and ungrateful to care about the sacrifices you had made for them. you weren’t always this noble and you didn’t always care and maybe that made you hard to love. 

but you found each other, despite how difficult showing love may be. you found love for yourselves and each other in simplicity and comfortable quietness. in the way that you’re both so alike and yet so different. how you were raised and the backgrounds in which you came from don’t matter you or sukuna. as long as you’re content by one another’s sides. 

that’s why you had a rule. no gifts on valentine’s day — you would settle for one another’s company, perhaps a home cooked meal from sukuna’s skilful hands and some cheap chocolate you'd impulsive bought on the way home. you already owned everything money could buy thanks to your father and his fruitful lifestyle, there wasn’t anything more you could possibly want except for being with your boyfriend like it was any other day. it was simple, being together was simple. 

that’s why you frown as sukuna pushes a small, pink box tied with a little white ribbon across the smooth marble of island in your kitchen. it sits suspiciously between the glass of red wine your boyfriend had poured for you and the roses you had gotten for him (which he liked, he just wouldn’t admit to it.).

“i thought we said no gifts, ryo?” you drawl questioningly, tapping your nails against the counter as you lean over it. 

sukuna doesn’t turn from the stove, his muscled back rippling as he flips your steaks. “that didn’t stop ya from gettin’ me roses, did it, gorgeous?” the smirk he chucks you from over his shoulder stirs the butterflies in your tummy, ones that only react to his love and his touch. “open it up. wanna see the look on your face when you see it.” 

your frown quickly dissipates into an affectionate smile as you take the box between your fingers — fighting a swoon. “i really don’t need anything, ryo. you know that.” the ribbon falls apart in your hands and the lid on the box pops off easily. “i have everything money could buy…” 

but then, your voice dies in your throat just as your boyfriend dishes up your meal and you gift is finally revealed. “everything but somethin’ i’ve gotten you,” your boyfriend says gruffly, mirroring you as he throws a tea towel over his shoulder and leans over the island to take your delicate little gift between his thick, calloused fingers. a tennis bracelet made from the finest silver sits pretty in ryomen’s hands, it’s silver charms glint under the dim and romantic lighting set for tonight. there’s a little ‘s’ for his family nickname, and a heart as if to remind you that his is forever yours.

he reaches out, surprisingly tender for someone so hardened, and grasps your wrist — helping you with the clasp on the little bracelet. “i know you’re not materialistic, couldn't care less about money. but no one’s ever gotten you anythin’ because they care. not because they’re tryna buy your love.” he explains, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

as if loving you this much is the most normal thing in the world. 

“aww ryo,” pouting, you wrangle his hand into holding your own — looking across at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes. “you love me? you’re not trying to buy my love?” 

“don’t need to,” he rolls his blood red eyes, but you don’t miss how they brim with love. “ain’t you whipped f’me?” sukuna sasses you, plays mean, but his lips against the inside of your wrist tell you otherwise. he’s just as whipped as you are. 

“kinda,” you respond. 

“only kinda?”

“yeah, sorta.” 

“just say you love me, brat.” 

“alright, ryomen sukuna. i love you.”

and you do, more than what glitter’s and more than what’s gold ( even if your bracelet is silver ). 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[trivia-yandere]

fuck it, a look into part 2 to drugdealer! yoongi's "dilemma"

coming oct.14

“Each time I see you, you get something more bold.” the nail tech speaks as she carefully adds the clear coat onto your nails. “You always keep me on my toes. I never know what to expect.”

You giggle a bit with a curt nod to your head. “Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t me choosing these designs?”

Yoongi had been the one to tell you all he wished for you to get - and you never went against it. He was the one paying for it. You recall one of the many times you and he were hanging out. He would always insist that you didn’t have to buy whenever you wanted weed, a perk that you didn’t wish to take advantage of. 

Yoongi understood that you were stubborn at times and instead decided that you two can smoke together and it wouldn’t be considered “free” if he was smoking it with you - as if you didn’t know he “accidentally” left some behind for you whenever he left.

That, and it always ended with you and Yoongi fucking. You blamed it on you being high but you and him both understood that even sober would you be willing to fuck him. 

After a smoke session that soon lead to a fuck session, Yoongi had mentioned how your nails would look nice a light blue color and had offered to pay for it, no matter the cost. Him handing you $200 wasn’t what you expected - his excuse was he didn’t know how much nails cost.

Typical Yoongi response.

“Boyfriend?” she asks, eyes glancing up at you. “You always get designs and add bling.”

You lick your lip, unsure of how to respond.

Yoongi wasn’t your boyfriend - he never asked you. 

Sure you and he would often spend time together when you weren’t working and he wasn’t…doing whatever it was that he did. He never truly did tell you what he sells besides weed, but did you truly wish to know? Just like he said before - ignorance is bliss.

Yoongi and you would go places that could be considered dates - says your friends - and apparently acted like a couple. He would buy you things randomly, items he thought you’d enjoy and of course he does pay for your nails simply because he likes the way they look on you.

“Something like that.” was your response, unsure of what you were truly expected to respond with. 

There’s a ringing noise indicating that there’s a door opening. You raise your brow in confusion as it was already dark outside and the salon is closed and has been for over an hour now. You typically choose the later appointments at times and Yoongi would pick you up.  

“Ah, is this the boyfriend?”

Your head whips around to see Yoongi in the flesh. He steps closer, sauntering towards you with such a cool and nonchalant swag about him. Your heart jolts at just the sight of him, dressed casually; dark grassy colored shirt with light-washed gray jeans and his infamous Nikes that he wore that he had in nearly every color. 

Yoongi always wore jewelry, his wrist holding expensive gold bracelets and watches. His ears typically held little silver or gold hoops or the occasional diamond earrings. Witnessing him wearing a diamond studded chain around his neck, matched with another looser one that slightly sways as he walks. 

“Yoongi.” you say as he reaches you, your body warms at his sudden appearance. “I…I should be done soon. Were you waiting long?”

“Just stopping by. Have to make a quick stop before we go out to eat.” Yoongi shakes his head, dark eyes glancing down to your nails. “I like your nails. They’re nice.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking at your nails with the design Yoongi picked out - full of different shining gems that he insisted you get, again, no matter the cost.

Yoongi goes through his pocket and grabs his wallet. He turns his eye to the nail tech who’s already watching in curiosity. Sometimes, not all, does Yoongi wear rings. They could be subtle, simple silver rings. Today, however, was not a subtle day. His index, middle, ring and pink display diamond-studded rings that say “SUGA”, and all you can do was snicker.

“Hopefully this is enough.” Yoongi says, handing her a wad of cash. You want to scoff at the insane amount of money he was handing her. “This is too much-” the nail tech widens her eyes a bit, looking between you and Yoongi. “It’s-”

“Fine.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders. “It’s fine. You can pocket the rest.” he assures, turning feline-like eyes to you. “You always do an amazing job.”

[kaiserthread]

shopping spree

clothes/accessories the bllk boys buy you! characters: sae, kaiser, reo content: pro players, established relationship, f!reader, fluff lowkey my first time writing anything romantic so this might be ooc, was giggling soooooo hard while writing this part 2 here!

ITOSHI SAE - wool coat

took one look at you shivering and thought NO

buys you a nice wool coat for the winter months

he’s always giving you his when you guys are out together, might as well have your own for when he’s away 

he sprays a bit of his cologne on it when he knows he’s going to be away from you for a while

sae worries about you, he hates when you're upset, hates when you get hurt, and most of all he hates seeing you in the cold and shivering because you refuse to wear a jacket that isn’t his. this brings him to his current predicament, he’ll have to leave you to go to training camp in the winter. “just don’t go, sae. who’s jacket am i going to wear?” you whine dramatically, draping yourself over the pile of clothes he's currently placing into his travel bag. “get off, I need those.” sae scolds. “and you have your own jackets.” “but they’re so much better when they're yours.” you pout at him. he sighs, knowing he’s already lost this battle. the morning he leaves is gloomy. he leaves early, waking you to kiss you goodbye and shushing you back to sleep. as you’re leaving you find a note on the hall closet, sae’s handwriting reminding you to grab a jacket. you open the closet to find a brand new wool coat, almost identical to his. you pull it on and catch the familiar scent of his cologne. reaching into the pocket you find a handwritten note that reads: for whenever you miss me, i love you darling

MICHAEL KAISER - jewelry

the possessive type honestly, takes note of your preferred metal and buys you a thin chain with a delicate ‘M’ on it 

a charm bracelet with a blue rose charm

a dainty sapphire anklet to show off during the warm summer months

takes every excuse to buy you some new bling

michael comes home after practice with a familiar looking gift bag. he sets it down on the coffee table and kisses your cheek in greeting, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sits down next to you on the couch. “is that for me?” you gesture to the bag in front of you, “what’s the occasion?” you ask as michael leans against you, “practice wasn’t as long as usual so I got to come home to you earlier.” he reaches for the bag and takes out a slim box. you open it and find a sleek new bracelet, perfectly complimenting the others stacked on your wrist. “thank you mihya, it’s beautiful!” you exclaim, turning to press a kiss to his cheek. “but seriously, did i forget something? you can tell me.” he pushes himself up to kiss you, his breath warm on your lips as he whispers, “no my love, let me spoil you, it’s the least you deserve.”

MIKAGE REO - louboutin red bottoms

okayyyyy go rich boy!

but seriously he wants to give you the best of everything including something as simple as a pair of heels

so he buys you a pair of 100mm pumps in both the beige and black colorway

watched you struggle walking in them for .5 seconds before putting in an order for a pair with a lower heel

“are you sure you’re comfortable in those? let me order a pair with a lower heel.” reo is seriously worried that you’re going to trip and break your face trying on the gift he bought you. “babe seriously, it’s fine. i’ll break them in, put your phone down, are you seriously ordering another pair?!” you exclaim, moving over towards him to try to grab the phone out of his hand. reo is having none of it, taking advantage of the fact that your new heels are throwing you off balance to run off into the ensuite bathroom to place the order. he walks back into the room to find you sitting on the edge of your shared bed, arms crossed and pouting. he moves in front of you to kiss the pout off your lips, “angel don’t worry about it, that money is nothing to me. i want you to be comfortable.”

[ccwpidsblog]

౨ৎ — rating: 17+ ( im not your momma you're in control of what you consume )

౨ৎ — sub armin , polyamory , dom reader , eren knows , handjob , daddy kink , poor armenn , cum eating , readers appearance isn't described but as always blackcoded, boys kissin boys hehe 😋😋

౨ৎ — hi welcome to my blog!! if you look through you'd just find me reblogging stories and cute shit lol but im gonna start postin' my own stories here so look out for that!!!

armin always felt like his presence always stopped the flow of yours and erens' relationship.

the three of you have been inseparable since grade school. though you and eren have been dating since the beginning of 8th grade so armin was always left to feel like the third wheel. when he expressed these feelings on a drunken night to his surprise he was immediately cooed and the next day the two of you came to him and explained that he was an important part of your relationship and that led to feelings being thrown out and suddenly armin was a part of your relationship.

now as a throuple the affection you’d show eren was immediately transferred to him, more intimate kisses and lingering touches.

the only dynamic armin wasn't brought into yet was the sexual aspect. being friends with you for a long time he knew some of the kind of thing the two of you are into. it’s not like he didn’t have kinks of his own, it was just the fact that he wasn’t sure if he fit in. so he asked if the two of you could wait.

that didn't mean you didn't get handsy when the two of you kissed.

your legs on both sides of his hips, hands moving up his chest, thumbs lightly flicking his nipples causing him to choke. you leaned down to him sweetly kissing and teasing. it got more heated and your hips began to roll desperately over his growing erection

“bunny.” eren spoke finally.

he knew that voice very well and so did you. the deeper authoritarian voice of eren echoed throughout the living room.

the glint in his eye was familiar in a way it always came about when you were doing something you weren’t supposed to. so you gave armin one last sloppy kiss then returned to your original spot pouting and mumbling under your breath.

when the two of you were alone you were really something else. armin always seemed to be fighting for his life around you.

eren says you're a nymphomaniac and anything will get you going. he was hyper aware of your presence behind him, you leaned against the kitchen counter watching armin with a heated low gaze. that he of course tried his hardest to ignore. in this moment he was scared to look at you with the way you watched him like a predator ready to pounce.

eren was off to the store to get more of the ingredients that armin needed to finish their dinner. you mentioned before you thought it was sexy when the blonde went all house husband.

"you are so mean to me." you watched him stop his movements at the stove as he slowly looked at you. you were biting onto your plumped and glossy bottom lip, tits practically spilling from your tight white tank top as the necklace he and your other lover bought you. the simple a&e initialed chain dangled in between your cleavage.

"how" he squeaks, watching you round the table.

"not letting me have what I want"

"what do you want?"

"you.”

that's how he ended up getting jerked off by you in the middle of the kitchen. "good boy kitty. you're so sensitive and cute! daddys' gonna love playing with you." you stroked him with quick twists of the wrist, bracelets jingling. watching his pale thighs shake, sucking red and purple bruises on his neck, the wet sounds from your spit and cum covered hand loud and lewd. armin squirmed, eyelashes and cheeks wet from tears of pleasure.

milking him from his third orgasm there was a loud thud at the front door and the sound of bags rustling. hearing eren stomp the white snow off his tims he called "they didn't have any garlic paste so I just got some regular garlic"

“you can turn this shit into paste right?”if armin wasn't in the predicament he was in now he would have smartly replied 'what do you think garlic paste is made of?' but with your hands squeezing his shaft and throbbing balls he was in no shape to be smart.

"It's rude not to answer when daddys' talking to you." whispering in his ear licking his cheek

"th-that's fine yea!" he squeaked out shaking as his stomach twisted in knots.

"shit. i left the bread in the car" the front door opens and closes again.

"cum 'fme kitty" you lick up his throat and he whines as his eyes roll back cum spurting on your palm. you finally let him go licking his essence off your hand, kissing him sloppy before moving away, climbing up the stairs leaving him hot and bothered. the front door opens again and he scrambles to pull his pants back up facing the stove.

eren entered the kitchen placing the grocery bags on the counter. "where's bunny?”

"napping!" he rushed out, stirring the soupy broth. eren began to mumble about how you should be helping walking over to armin, placing the garlic and other items beside him. when he went to kiss his cheek he stopped. from the corner of his eye—armin saw a frown set deep on his face.

"what's all this?" gripping the smaller man's chin examining the very fresh hickies and sticky glitter gloss that was left on his neck.

"nothing." he gulped, a nervous laugh left his lips watching erens' face — the look was back in his eyes as he gripped his chin tighter, softly pecking the blondes lips. when he let go armin watched his jaw tick.

"huh.. alright." eren didn't say anything else about it the rest of the day thankfully.

[cloudshuffle]

dipping my toes into the venturine soup...

yan!aventurine alphabet

Affection

Intense out of ten. Yandere or not, he loves showering you in gifts, being all up in your personal space, never leaving you alone. His favourite gifts to give you would be dainty accessories with tracking devices in them; maybe something that could deliver a small shock to you if he's in the particular mood to see you jump.

Blood

Aventurine's not one to get his own hands dirty, but hey, there's always a way to make a man suffer without ending his life. He's got connections, he's got money, and he's got a darling to take care of.

Exposed

Aventurine? Vulnerability? Not even in his vocabulary. Deep down, he hates knowing that he's got such an obvious weak spot for you, and admitting it to himself would mean painting a target on your back. The IPC has many enemies after all, and so does he. He'll do everything for you... except tell you that he loves you.

Fight

You're just his little cutie. He sees you as... a kitten, maybe, hissing and lashing out with your tiny paws every time you put up any resistance to him. You'll always give in to him, though. You never have much of a choice.

Game

It's only a game to him if you're throwing a tantrum, but if you genuinely manage to get away from him or come close to it, Aventurine does take it quite seriously. He's protecting you, don't you see, and you're a fool not to see it too.

Hell

The gaslighting and confusion. He thinks he's so good at this (spoiler: he is), adjusting your finances here and there, until you're all tied up and have nowhere to turn. You thought you'd been doing just fine, paying all your bills on time and earning enough for you to live comfortably... but there Aventurine is, a senior manager of the IPC, ready to help you out of a rut :)

Ideals

He doesn't think much of the future, truthfully. Once you're in his grasp, it's just a matter of keeping you there. Every second he gets with you is heaven, so why would he think any further than that?

Jealousy

Ohhh you know it. Aventurine is so possessive, and so petty, that you can hardly talk to another man without him apparating at your side, sliding an arm around your waist and giving you a kiss on the side of your head. You can't see it, but he's glaring at the other party, and they leave pretty quickly after that. Then he clips another bracelet onto your wrist, just to remind you (and everyone else) who you belong to.

The other person may or may not be finding a threat in the form of a bank letter on his doorstep the next day.

Kisses

He likes your personal space, cuddles, and just about anything that puts him in direct contact with you. You never get any time alone at home if he's home too - even if he has work to do, he likes having you curled up in his lap so he can pepper you with kisses whenever.

Mask

Honestly? Not quite. Aventurine does tone it down whenever he's in public, but everyone knows that he's obsessed with you... they just don't know to what extent he'll go (or has gone).

Naughty

The closest to a physical punishment he'll give you is tying you to the bedframe for... well, you know. But he knows what it's like to be chained up and shackled down, and he'd never wish that on anyone, least of all you.

[sunarinscat]

“Momentos” • E. Kirishima <3

synopsis • you and kirishima have matching bracelets and rings with stories behind each of them. Are you prepared for a new one?

a/n • midnight Drabble. Will be edited later!

When you begin dating Eijiro Kirishima he wears a ring from his mother on his right index finger. His hands, (though gorgeous), are otherwise bare.

But as time flies his hands are covered in little mementos. Guess what? They all lead back to you.

The first one on his wrist is a mix of pretty beads you both picked out together.

“Hey baby c’mere.”

“Yeah Eiji?”

Rough hands delicately hold a string of beads next to your face as a frown tugs at your handsome boyfriend’s lips. He puts the set back and fumbles through the rows of beads before holding up another. This time his pretty face is caught in a smile.

“Yeah, that’s a perfect match.”

He’s looking right into your eyes with that dazzling smile and it makes you giddy. He drops the beads into the basket along with a little charm that reminds him of you.

“Okay now your turn, let me take a picture of your eye color so I can zoom in and match it.”

“Working smarter huh? Why didn’t I think of that…”

You hold your hand out and he places his chin in your palm with a dopey grin. You zoom in to take a picture of his eye and then snap one of his face in your hand for your folder labeled “love”. You pick a pretty red that matches his eyes and a little sun charm that reminds you of him. Your sunshine.

The second bracelet on his wrist is a permanent chain he got with you.

“Hey look there’s a booth for permanent jewelry! I’ve always wanted to do that with Mina!”

Eijiro looks at you like a wounded puppy.

“You don’t wanna do it with me?”

“Oh, I just didn’t think that’s the kind of thing you’d be into. You know.. not super manly I guess?”

“What are you talking about bracelets are obviously the manliest.”

You giggle and accidentally snort which sends him reeling. He bends over heaving laughter which only sends you further and you’re both giggling messes.

“No actually though, I’d love to get one with you.”

“Let’s do it! Then you can always look at it and remember your manly boyfriend.”

He winks at you and you smile back.

The third, a ring on his other index finger, glows bright green. You assume that means happy. You still remember winning it for him at a carnival. Nothing as grand as a giant teddy bear but he treasures it nonetheless.

“Umm so you missed all of the bottles except for one. You get one of the single point prizes.”

You pout up at Eijiro and he offers an empathetic look.

“Sorry, I wanted to win you something as cool as you got me.. this is my third try and the park in literally closing.”

“Don’t stress it sweetheart.. here let me see.”

He bends over the cabinet, muscles rippling under his tank top. You can’t help the pink that tints your cheeks as you admire his back. He spins around with a mood ring in his hands but stops short when he sees your face.

“I’m pretty sure if I put this on you right now it would turn pink for down bad.” He says as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Caught, your face comes a little closer to red and your eyes shoot to the floor.

“Possibly.”

“Well! definitely don’t need this to read your mood but guess what…”

He slides the ring on and rubs it quickly to warm it up, causing it to turn pink.

“I’m down bad too.”

He plants a kiss on your lips and you reach your arms up to wrap around his neck. He breaks the kiss only to hold up the pink ring and wiggle it in front of you before he’s back for more. The second kiss is passionate and you have to pull yourself away because you know the teenagers working at the park are trying to do their job and close. The little card that came with the ring confirmed that pink symbolized ‘in love’. Mood rings aren’t usually accurate but this one was spot on.

Back in the present, you look at your own hands, you have almost the same amount of mementos he has. You look back up to him and sigh softly. There’s plenty more little thread bracelets and beaded rings you’ve made each other. It’s so sweet how he keeps each and every one.

You sit outside at a table. The food tonight has been divine, but right now you’re content to admire Eijiro as the sunset casts him in a golden haze. His hair is down tonight, and the wind tugs at it softly. His eyes are glowing as he stares right back at you, admiring your every detail.

“You are one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. You know that?”

“I could say the same about you.”

He laughs softly to himself.

“I’m not sure you understand. You are the best decision I have ever made, and I want you in my life forever.”

“Eijiro I-“

He slips out of his seat and before you can even comprehend it he is in front of you on one knee. He’s honestly majestic in the glow of the sunset. He pulls from his pocket a velvet case and your heart skips a beat. He cracks it open and inside you see the most stunning ring you have ever laid eyes on. It’s exactly what you had dreamed your ring would look like. You can’t help but choke on air as you prepare for what he’s about to ask you.

“Y/n… will you marry me?”

You drop to your knees beside him in an instant. Your arms are around him, ring entirely forgotten, as you hug him tightly and sob.

“Yes Eijiro yes, yes, yes! A hundred million times yes!”

He cradles you for a moment as you cry before humming

“That’s it sweetheart, can you stand up and let me put this ring on my fiancé? Then we can cry together.”

You laugh half heartedly as you try to slow your tears. You rise to your feet and hold out your hand gently. He takes your finger and slips the ring on, following it with a kiss. There’s one, then another. He’s kissing up your hand, your arm, and suddenly he’s up on his feet. He plants his hands on your hips and captures your lips in a deathly sweet kiss. You can feel him smile into your lips as his hands grip your frame and spin you around. He breaks away with a gasp.

“I hope you know you’ve made me the happiest man alive just now.”

you smile and plant your forehead against his, honestly at a loss for words.

“I can’t wait to grow old together.”

You glance down to your ring, a new momento that now joined the others. And soon, Eijiro would have a matching one. Call it sentimental, call it sappy. You would keep each one, from the simplest thread bracelet, to the most intricate ring.

“Me neither.”

[unedited]

[utterlyotterlyx]

Hiii <3 Could you do number 4 from the prompt list with Eris? It's my first time asking for a prompt or anything so i hope this isn't rude. 😅

Aw my loveeeee it isn't rude! Request your little heart out <3

I've already done 4 but I'll do it again for you with a different spin on it.

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

Modern!Eris x Reader

Summary - It's no secret that Eris has always wanted you, and now he has the perfect excuse to get up close and personal.

Warnings - slight pining, some fluff, swearing, hand fetish

The sun bounced off of the hood of Cassian's car, and if you looked closer you could have sworn you could see wisps of steam rising from the matte black finish.

Folding your arms over your chest, you huffed, already knowing what was coming as soon as you'd point out a certain problem.

It had been Elain's idea to go to the coast that day, mainly so that you could all go to the theme park that ran along the beach, all being yourself, Elain and Lucien, Nesta and Cassian, and Eris. The latter of which was leaning against the hood of Cassian's vehicle with a sly grin written on his lips, sunglasses low on his nose, and hands bundled into his pockets.

Eris Vanserra was the bane of your existence, the cocky son of some noble lord in England who had moved to your state for college and had set an unfortunate eye on you. The heir could have anyone he wanted, but he was too busy chasing you to notice.

Eris had crashed one too many of your dates, and when you had made it clear that he needed to stop being an alphahole, he would slyly quip that none of the men you allowed into your life deserved you. He would always show his face at Elain and Lucien's apartment when you were there, which made you certain that one of them, probably Lucien, was sending him updates whenever you would show up. Eris stuck to your side when the entire circle decided to go out, whether that be bowling or dinner, or even clubbing, Eris was always reluctant to leave your side.

Possessive bastard.

You had lost count of how many times exactly you had denied his advances. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, you'd be foolish not to be, but you didn't really fancy ensuing a relationship with a future lord, you quite liked your life the way it was.

You majored in architecture, you had always appreciated the beauty of buildings and landscapes, you had travelled Europe and spent weeks in Paris where you sketched and redesigned buildings until your heart was full and bursting with inspiration. There was nothing you couldn't create.

Life as a lady didn't appeal to you, but life as an architect travelling the world and creating masterpieces very much did.

So, you made it your mission to deter the heir in whatever way you could, from cold shoulders to harsh quips, but it only seemed to spur him on more.

Eris stood before you, red hair perfectly styled into pushed back waves, looking far too good in his black jeans and open collared black shirt, a thin chain hung around his neck which matched the bracelet on his wrist, rings littered his fingers and you found your gaze drifting to his hands, hands you had thought about often when you were alone. You imagined them running through your hair and pulling at it, you imagined them around your throat, you imagined his fingers drifting along your thighs and gripping the skin there.

It was so sinful how much you thought of Eris' hands.

The door opened behind you and you rolled your eyes at the Archeron sisters who walked ahead of both Cassian and Lucien, who both looked exhausted from their bickering already.

Unfurling your arms from your chest, you pulled down the edge of your tennis skirt and tucked in a loose section of the deep green polo you adorned, "About time," you told them, "I'm baking out here."

"I know a place that could cool you down," Eris drawled from behind you, and you turned your head slightly to see him at your shoulder, looking down on you with his usual longingly seductive eye, "You, me, the Swiss alps on skis."

"Sounds positively awful," you smiled sickly sweet at him before moving your attention elsewhere, "I also hate to state the obvious but there are only five seats in Cass' car, and there's six of us," you motioned between the circle you had all formed and shrugged.

"What if you-"

You held your hand up in front of Eris' face, shushing him into silence, "If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you."

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, a howling one that filled you with pride as he walked to the driver side of his car, "Hate to break it to you Princess, but you don't have a choice."

"Why me?! Surely it makes more sense for Elain and Lucien to cuddle up?"

Elain ticked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, flinging the passenger door open, "It's my birthday so no, plus Lucien injured his knee at baseball practice so he needs to be able to stretch it out. Sorry, Y/N," Elain wiggled her eyebrows at you and dipped into the car, no doubt securing her spot in the middle seat.

Scowling, you turned to Eris who had never looked happier, fluttering your eyes in annoyance, you pointed at him, "Don't get any ideas, Vanserra."

Eris threw his hands up in mock surrender but the smirk didn't leave his lips as he spoke, "Wouldn't dream of it, y/l/n."

It took you a few moments to become settled in his lap, and you cursed yourself for allowing yourself to be friends with bright and shiny Elain, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be sat on some heirs lap, nestled on his thighs like some kind of trophy.

As soon as you were comfortable, you propped your feet on Elain's lap which she was happy to hold since you drew the short straw, and you leaned back onto the doorframe, half on the body of the interior and half on Eris.

His scent was earthy, wafts of pine and freshly blown out matches, you knew he smelled good, but you didn't realise how much.

Eris draped one of his arms over your legs and the other around your waist, and you couldn't exactly bark at him to fuck off when they were the only two places that his hands could go. His fingers delicately danged off of your thighs, his fingertips lightly brushing against your skin with every bump in the road, the coolness of his bracelet clashing against the warmth of your skin.

If only his fingers could go a little higher, and just grab the flesh of your thigh...

No, y/n.

Elain had convinced the car to play a game, a game that you and Eris had quickly denied, you were both quite happy with the silence. That is until you felt him frown and lean over slightly to peer at something, his fingers drifted along the hem of your skirt and he lifted it slightly to take a peek.

Your gaze found him, his russet eyes darkened with intrigue, "I didn't know you had a tattoo," he hummed, allowing his eyes to trace along the swirls of black ink that created an arrangement of delicately drawn roses and geometric shapes that encased your entire hip.

Cassian's car hit a bump and you jolted on Eris' lap, his arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you in place as your head hit the roof of the car, "Sorry, y/n. These roads are awful," Cassian apologised, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping Nesta's jeaned thigh, rubbing soft circles into the fabric whilst she idly read her book in the front passenger seat.

If that were you, your soul would no doubt be going feral.

Then you felt it, you felt his had travel from your waist to your unbound hair, he ran his fingertips along your scalp and rested his palm on the top of your head, "Are you okay?"

It took you a moment to reply, trying to control the shivers that spread in your soul like wildfire at his touch in the place you had dreamt of, "Yeah, 'm good," your tone was relaxed as he worked his fingertips into the crown of your head, kissing away any pain from the jolting force that had pushed against it.

"Do you like that?" Eris purred, and luckily no one was paying attention to either of you, Nesta was reading, Cassian was driving, and Elain and Lucien were looking out of the window of the travelling car talking about whatever animals they saw in the clouds.

"It might feel nice," you admitted bashfully, knowing you couldn't lie to the sly fox whose eyes always found you no matter how far apart you were in a room.

Eris let out a low hum, tilting his head to the side as his fingers slid from your scalp and rested on the back of your neck, "You're a touch starved little thing, aren't you?"

"No," it came out a little harder than what you had intended it to, but he wasn't wrong, especially when he was the reason that you were so touch starved and basking in his affection.

Eris chuckled, seeing straight through you as always, as his hand ghosted down your spine whilst his other found your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, smirking as you wiggled on his lap, "Careful sweetheart, you have no idea how close I am to losing it," his voice was a rough whisper in your ear, he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

"I can't help it."

"I know, you have no idea the effect you have on me," his finger grazed down the earring that dangled against the curve of your jaw.

"Oh?"

Eris hummed, "One date, y/n. It's all I ask."

"Eris..."

His digits slipped between your thighs and he traced circles into the skin he found there, "Just one. Let me show you the life we can live together. Please?"

You weren't sure if it was his deep tone or his hands on your body that made your mind foggy, but he had convinced your head and heart to agree. Moving your head to meet his eye, you narrowed your own and pursed your lips, "Fine. One date. Make it worth my time, Vanserra."

Eris' whisky amber eyes glistened in the sunlight, "I think you forget how well I know you sweetheart. You're not a coffee date girl, or a movie date girl, you're not a hiker either. You're a dreamer, I see you all of the time looking at the stars, I see the heavens in your art, I see the sky in your eyes. I think I know the perfect way to make sure you never entertain anyone other than me."

The confidence he radiated made your thighs clench together, an act that didn't go unnoticed by him as his eyes darkened again with desire, he licked his lips, throwing his head back as you squirmed on his thighs again and did his best to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat.

"One chance, Vanserra. Make the most of it."

Eris straightened his posture and winked at you, letting his hands roam freely over your back and thighs, "One chance is all I need."

Authors Note

Just a short little drabble - I did a 13 hour shift today and your girl is TIRED.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Can't get the whole "Do you think you'd kill for me one day ?" "Yes, of course I will my darling" out of my head, but make it the Papas x their most devoted ghouls. Basically murder ghouls offering very morbid gifts to the Papas. They like it.

TW for morally grey characters - both Papas and ghouls - blood, kind of body horror, I guess ? I think it is. It might be a bit disturbing, so. Read with caution.

Earth bringing a beautiful bottle to Primo's office one day, something definitely meant for rituals, a masterpiece of carefuly crafted glass, full of a dark red liquid. Too dark to be wine. He simply sets it on a shelf, under the First's cautious eyes, and in an instant, Primo knows.

"Won't it...coagulate, or...I don't know, dry, rot ?" he asks from behind his desk, setting his glasses down in front of him. Earth smiles, adjusting the bottle so that the light catches it just right.

"I made sure it won't."

Primo smiles when the ghoul takes his hand and presses a kiss to the ring he's wearing.

"Take care not to drink it, your body wouldn't like it much."

Primo cocks an eyebrow.

"You gift me a full bottle of blood - human, i presume - and I'm not even allowed to drink it ? How very tragic."

Earth's chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"You can only wish to be a vampire, but, do not act like this isn't a power trip for you. Having someone's blood displayed in your office. Being able to admire its unique color."

Primo's smile widens.

Secondo looking up from his work, carefully setting the ancient book he's restauring on the side when Alpha leans against the doorframe, hands behind his back.

Once he's sure he has the former Papa's full attention, Alpha steps in, setting something on the desk, between Secondo's hand.

It's a paperweight, the kind he loves, heavy half globe of glass, in which is trapped a curiosity ; Secondo has a growing collection of those.

It's the first time, though, that an eye is staring blindly at him from within its transparent confine. A beautiful shade of brown, that eye, rich and deep, with flecks of gold ; Secondo leans closer to examine it.

"Fascinating," he comments, "you know me too well."

Alpha grins, rounding the desk to stand behind Secondo's chair, massaging his tense shoulders as he whispers against his ear.

"Took me a while to find the color I wanted, I know you have a thing for that kind of brown eyes."

Secondo hums, turning the paperweight this way and that, letting light bounce off it, projecting rainbows on the wall. It will definitely have a special place on his desk, so that Secondo will be able to gaze at it whenever he wishes to.

Alpha kisses the corner of his mouth, almost reverently, and Secondo puts the paperweight down, letting his eyes flutter shut.

Omega helping Terzo dress one morning, but just as the former Papa is about to move away, his ghoul tugs on his sleeve, shoving something in his hand.

What the rosary is made of is, Terzo immediately knows. The beads, the inverted cross, they're an ivory white that is quite impossible to mistake for anything other than it is.

By the way Omega hooks his chin on Terzo's shoulder, arms wrapping around his middle, the former Papa has no doubt it's important for him, that gift.

"It's lovely, my dear ghoul. Did you make it yourself ?"

Terzo really means it. The piece of jewlery is delicate and elegant, something he'll wear with pride.

"I did. I'm glad you like it."

A pause. Terzo takes a moment to bask in Omega kissing up his neck, before he slips the rosary around it.

"Should I ask who's bones I'm wearing ?"

Omega chuckles, face now burried in his hair.

"You know better. All that matters is that you look fantastic, wearing someone's bone."

Terzo does, so he simply smiles, admiring how the necklace rests on his chest in the mirror, sinking into Omega's embrace.

Dew, wordlessly slipping a bracelet around Copia's wrist after practice. He looks down, surprised, as the ghoul lingers, hovering at his side.

A thin chain, trinkets dangling from it, mostly tiny coins with infernal symbols engraved on them and....oh. Teeth. Well, they sure look healthy.

Copia takes to examinate them, tests the point of a canine, pleased to find it still sharp, humming under his breath.

"That's quite the work you've put in, Dew, thank you. It's beautiful."

The fire ghoul takes Copia's hand, turning it until he can kiss the inside of his wrist.

"I figured you'd like it. They're perfect, aren't they ?"

Copia takes another teeth between his two fingers, holding it up for further inspection, smiling at how flawless it is.

"They sure are. Wish I had that kind of dental care, eh."

Dew snorts, tail gently squeezing Copia's hips, who let himself be pulled in the ghoul's side.

[ohburgee]

You shouldn't see that

tw: yandere, angst, murder, a little gore, crimes

(yandere serial killer x detective!reader)

You have been scrolling through old cases about victims that have been murdered every week you were a detective investigating, solving some cases that can't be solved but at least still trying.

Sipping hot chocolate sitting alone inside the diner in the middle of snowy Montreal but when you heard your phone ring and checked to see your best friend's number you answered the call and turned on the speaker then put your phone beside your laptop.

"Hey Snowflakes how u doing!?" he said sounding excited "Here in the diner still searching for some answers," you told sounding stressed "Jeez that killer makes you crazy," he said and you chuckled as you sipped another of your hot chocolate "Guess what I have a surprise for you," he said and you look frown "What su-".

Before you finish you hear your nickname "Snowflakes!" you say your best friend walking towards you as he reaches your table and sits in front of you, he is tall with chocolate brown hair, hazel eyes, and a bit muscular but your best friend doesn't even doing gym maybe he always lifting heavy things that's why.

"Is this your surprise?" you ask him and he smiles at you "No" he says and he takes something from his pocket coat takes a small box with a white theme colored and hands it to you.

"What is this?" You ask and he leans his back in his seat "My gift since you are my lovely best friend, I wanted to give her a special gift" "Aww thank you" you thank him and he even smiles more at you.

You opened the box and saw a silver bracelet with snowflakes around the chain and you looked at him with admiring eyes "For real!?" You said and he nodded you got up from your seat and went to him and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you!" You said sounding happy and he hugged you back feeling comfortable and happy too, you stopped and went back to your seat and took the bracelet out, and he told you to let him wear it to your wrist and you nodded.

He took the bracelet from your hand and you reached your wrist to him his soft cold hands brushed over to your wrist as he slowly rotated the bracelet and then he locked it before you pulled your arm he touched your bracelet seeing him feeling proud and amazed at what he just did.

You feel a blush coming from your cheek. Still, you lower your head not wanting him to see your face, yes you have been having feelings for your best friend since you both hung out together always. He is also gentlemanly to you and you feel relief and happiness one time when you ask him if ever he wanted a girlfriend but he replies that he doesn't want to have a relationship yet and that makes you feel have a chance.

"It's so beautiful in your wrist," he said smiling as you took your arm back to yours and he shrugged his body and looked at you "Not just a bracelet I wanna give to you," he said and you frowned and confused, "There's a night fest later and there's a lot of food stands and I planned to take you there for my second gift," he said feeling happy to say that to you.

"Yeah, I heard that," you said remembering you saw in the news article on the Montreal page, "I would love to go there with you" you added with a warm smile and he chuckled and smiled "Well then," he said in an exciting tone.

After you both eat in the diner and walk around the street talking, you both stop at his house you leave your files and stuff for a while since you don't want to carry something important outside and his house is not just too far but has fewer people or neighborhoods around.

You both walk around the park where the fest held lots of food stand owners shouting to eat their food and you both walk around buying some stuff you like. He paid it for you and then you both stopped at the keychain shop and you brought him a snowman keychain and you see him smile wider when you told him that he is your most precious best friend you have and he thanked you for your gift.

After walking around you both walked towards the lady who sold bbq which looked delicious and he paid them for you and you thanked him and he smiled.

As you both eat you catch your eyes a man walks towards you both and he looks furious as he reaches to you "You! You are the reason my friend died!" He said and you remember this person is the friend of one of your suspects who murdered a girl last week since you successfully found the suspect and then the police tried to arrest him but he was brave enough to fight back and shot him and died in the blood loss.

"It's all your fault!" He said looking like he was trying to attack you "He would have a chance to kill you!" He added and before he could attack you guards went towards him and held him back and then your best friend defended you as he walked in front of you.

"YOU SHOULD DIE!" he said even more furious "Your friend is a killer if he just didn't fight the police then he might still be alive right now!" You shout at him and he still struggles to attack you as the police take him away from you and your best friend looks at you in concern.

"Are you alright!?" He asked hearing his worried tone "Yes I'm fine" you said and he hugged you and you felt comforted and safe as he hugged you tightly not really hurting you.

He walked you home and told you to be careful maybe that man would attack you again you told him you're going to be fine and he smiled and gave you a goodbye kiss on your head and then left as you went inside your house.

After you cleaned yourself and went to your desk you heard your phone ring and saw your Chief director and you answered it "Hey I just found out the one who murdered the man yesterday" he said and you looked surprised "Who is it!?" You ask.

"I saw in the CCTV of the killer walking back in the street where the murder happened and I saw his arm has a tattoo that looks like a pointy line I don't know," he said and you remember to have clear one of the pictures of your files that has a person who has a tattoo in the arm but you didn't see the face because you were disturbed by your best friend and didn't get a look before you both walked out the diner.

"I'll send you the picture," he said and I heard my phone notify as you touched the CCTV picture of a man wearing a hood on his head, and exposing both of his arms, you saw a tattoo, a cybersigilism tattoo.

"I think I have a clear picture of this," you said and your Chief hummed "I'll call you back," you said and he said okay and ended the call you scattered your desk finding the file until you remembered that you left it to your best friend's house as you took your phone dialed his number but no one is answering, you dialed again but no avail.

You give up and get up from your seat take your coat, get your keys get out of the house, and drive to your best friend's house.

You reach his and get out of the car it is a quiet place with no neighborhoods and you notice it's starting to snowy you walk upstairs through his house door you knock on it but no answers you try again, and again but no one where is he your mind ask as you took one of the keys.

You have the spear of his house key and you unlock it and get inside, it's not bad if you invade his house since he told you to just go in anytime you want which is weird but he is your best friend.

You walk through to the hallway it is dark only a warm orange light lighting the place maybe that's a fireplace as you reach the room which is the living room as you remember, you see a black stain on the wooden floor as you lower yourself and touch it, it is fresh liquid and you smell it it's like blood and you took your phone and turn flashlight it was blood, real blood.

You immediately take your gun out of your pocket and point it up as you walk to the living room you walk in and see two silhouettes of people and before you talk both of them turn around and see your best friend holding a knife through the person's neck and the person who is holding in the ground is the guy who tries to attack you earlier.

"He tried to hurt you snowflakes," your best friend said and before you talked he sliced deep into his neck and threw his body on the ground the blood bleeding on the floor.

"You shouldn't seen that my snowflakes," he said, and before he walked towards you, you pointed the gun at him "What are you doing!?" You asked him and he chuckled "He tried to attack you and maybe he planning to kill so I killed him before he could do it," he said and slowly approached you.

As you look around and see the files you left and a picture that you have been looking for you see a man in the hood and you see a tattoo the same tattoo that your Chief sent to you a cybersigilism.

And you immediately looked at your best friend and your eyes widened when you saw the same tattoo on his arm.

"How," you said, and before you could guard yourself he immediately attacked you and you tried to fight and kick him away from you but he was strong and your gun was thrown away and landed beside the couch and before you could get it, he took your arm and pulled you close to him. You back pressed into his.

"No no no, I don't want to fight with you," he said pulling you closer to him, his arm around your shoulder and his other hand holding your both wrist.

"And also I don't want to kill you, remember when we first met I was planning to kill you but you were something precious to you," he said as you tried to struggle from his hold and he groaned and held you tight.

"I- is because I was a detective so y-you can gain-ed some information," you said and he chuckled "Yes yes that's right," he said proudly before you tried to get out of his grasp.

"But there's something more that caught my attention" he added and you stopped yourself and looked up at him "You were so cold yet those eyes made me warmly in this cold place, I was alone, alone in the cold place and when you came you made it warmly I feel myself more happy and not being alone, you made me feel lighten up like I was addicted".

And you look down hearing those words coming from him made you feel touched but yet guilty. "And I can't let it go, i said to myself I will keep you as my best friend," he said sounding like he was happy saying those words 'But those feelings that I wanted to keep you with me," he chuckled, and smiled at you as he caressed your hands and keep tightly into his.

You feel butterflies as he says those words again making you feel better, he is your Best friend and yes he is good and kind to you but seeing the truth of him losing you bit of kindness.

Before you say something he injects something into your neck and you feel dizzy and tired can't move your body, arms, and legs as you slowly fall but your Best friend catches you and carries you upstairs to his bedroom and lets you lay in his bed.

"Just sleep my snowflakes you need rest since I made you stress finding me and I feel bad and sorry for that," he said you kept trying to open your eyes but slowly couldn't hold them, "No no keep those eyes closed you need to sleep my snowflakes I'll come back when I'm done, I just need to clean the mess downstairs," he said softly and kissed your forehead and then your lips.

"Good night my snowflakes love"

Welp a bit long I write but I was satisfied writing this story, I got inspired by a psychological thriller movie called The Snowman.

Also sorry for taking long for me to update I'm kinda lazy sometimes but I'll try to write as soon or maybe not hehe. Hope you all doing well and don't forget to take care of yourselves :)

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