#artichoke boy

[mychlapci]

Sparkle on!

i can draw a full OC, no problem. this is Wires. His name.... his name is Wires, believe it or not, he cogs are mostly decorative (they used to be very fashionable. They're not anymore, but he thinks they look good on him). He is nice, mellow, a good listener. However, you are to not, under any circumstance, let him hug you, though, he WILL touch your ass. but other than that, he's pretty harmless. weird uncle vibes. you can see his new shirt below

[ponchusjbonchus]

welcome to a new series called science class skylander scribbles this is the first and last episode

[isfjmel-phleg]

There is in fact a place in my town where I could order a pizza with Canadian bacon, onions, and artichoke hearts. I'm not going to do it because I have no money and I'm not big on artichokes anyway, but if I ever get a random hankering on a July 19th to recreate Tim's birthday pizza order, it would be within the realm of possibility.

[lunasilvis]

Lunch break on April 16: transplanting some artichoke sprouted seedlings 🌱

[victoriaward]

Shrimp and Artichoke Hearts Po Boy

[maxstewart]

Shrimp and Artichoke Hearts Po Boy

[deermouth]

Asks? Spare asks, anyone?

[tpwk-formula1]

hii can i order a sicilian crust with red sauce with sausage, olives, roasted artichokes, spinach, salami, buratta, rossted asparagus. with water and some sprite. no dessert. served by ollie bearman and kimi antonelli 🫡 if its not too much, thank youuu💓💓💓

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian crust dating red sauce rough sex sausage "Better not waste a drop" olives "Swallow every last bit. NOW!" roasted artichokes “im gonna put a baby in you” spinach "Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock" salami "Such a little cum slut" burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" roasted asparagus "Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it" water breeding kink sprite size kink dessert no served by Kimi and Ollie

Kimi x Ollie x reader

AN - Okay so I did age the boys up just a bit just so they're already in F1 full time! This is their 2nd or 3rd season, that parts not too important.

TW - breeding kink, lots of creampies, multiple orgasms, slight MxM (kissing)

WC 1800+

Y/N POV

"Kimi I need you and Ollie please," I whisper against my boyfriend's ear as we sit next to each other while we eat dinner with some of the grid after the first race of the new season.

"Okay, we'll head home soon. I think it's starting to wrap up," Kimi responds while leaning down to kiss the side of my head softly. Ollie's hand is still on my thigh on the other side teasing me making everything more difficult.

"Ollie, please stop, I can't take it anymore," I whisper into my other boyfriend's ear.

"We're almost done, you can handle a few more minutes of teasing. Have we spoiled you so much you can't even handle being teased anymore?" Ollie questions with a raised brow making me whine softly and shake my head no even though truth be told Kimi and Ollie had spoiled me over the years making it more difficult to sit through their teasing touches.

When we finally left we get into the car and I sit in the back with Kimi while Ollie was driving us back.

"Can I please kiss Kimi?" I ask Ollie knowing I need permission for both men before I can't do anything. Ollie looks at us through the rear view mirror before giving us a little nod.

"Please," I whisper to Kimi making him smile and pull me in for a kiss.

"Fuck, taste like that expensive wine Carmen kept serving you," Kimi groans against my lips referring to the wine his teammate's girlfriend and I had been sharing all night.

"I need you in me please," I whine against his lips making him laugh and shake his head.

"Soon enough, amour," Kimi tells me as we pull up to the Monaco apartment.

When we finally get into the apartment Ollie is pulling me in almost instantly and placing his lips on mine.

“I'm gonna put a baby in you tonight," Ollie groans against my lips while his hands trail down to my waist where he pulls me in closer letting me feel how hard he is through his brown slacks he had worn to dinner tonight.

"Ollie please, need you so bad. Need both of you so bad," I whimper against his lips.

"We'll take care of you, patience pretty girl," Ollie replies back before picking me up and letting my legs wrap around his waist so he can carry me into our room where he drops me on the bed and Kimi is on me within seconds. Kimi had already stripped down into just his boxers so I was able to run my nails over his bare shoulders.

"Fuck, been thinking about fucking you all night," Kimi groans against my lips as Ollie strips out of his clothes just left in a pair of boxers. Kimi makes quick work of pulling my dress off leaving me in just my bra and panties which are both gone within moments. Once I was completely bare under Kimi Ollie climbs into the bed and angles my head to take his length into my mouth while Kimi brings his mouth down to my clit making me moan around Ollie's cock.

"Fuck," Ollie groans when I start bobbing my head the best I can. Ollie can tell I was struggling which had him getting up onto his knees and then flipping my body over which had me on my hands and knees for both the men. I waste no time in taking Ollie back into my mouth while he grips into my hair and starts face fucking me making me choke on gags and moans while Kimi continues to eat me out.

I'm so lost in pleasuring Ollie I don't even notice Kimi had stopped pleasuring my pussy until he's pushing his massive length deep into my pussy.

"Oh fuck," I moan loudly around Ollie's cock making him hiss at the added vibration before pulling me off his cock to let me adjust to the new sensations coursing through my body.

"Fuck," I moan loudly before bringing my face back down to Ollie's cock and letting him start thrusting back into my mouth.

"Fanculo," Kimi grunts in Italian making me clench around him loving to hear him speak his native language.

"l- I'm not gonna last long," Kimi grunts out as his hips start to falter slightly.

"Fuck, fill her up," Ollie grunts holding himself back from unloading his cum into my mouth.

"Fuck," Kimi grunts as his thrusts start to slow down slightly before he sends on final thrust deep into my pussy before unleashing a hot load deep into my pussy making me whimper when I feel his cum hitting the gummy walls of my tight pussy.

"Fuck, she didn't finish," Kimi says clearly upset.

"She's holding back, I can tell. Finger her until she cums," Ollie tells Kimi while I still have my mouth stuffed with Ollie's cock which is quickly removed when I start screaming due to Kimi's fast and relentless fingers fucking into me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I cry out when I feel the orgasm I had wanted all night finally unleash.

"Fuck," I cry again when I feel myself start squirting all over Kimi's fingers having a double orgasm.

"Fuck, she cums so well for you," Ollie grunts while pulling Kimi in for a quick kiss while they trade places.

"Fuck, Ollie," I moan when Ollie slips deep into my pussy giving me no time to adjust to his size. Ollie was bigger than Kimi, not that Kimi was small by any means but when Ollie pushes into me even after Kimi has fucked me I can still feel the burn of being stretched out.

"Awe I love to know I stretched you out just enough to take all my cock," Ollie grunts out while thrusting his hips into mine.

Kimi is sitting in front of me letting me rest my head on his thigh while Ollie continues to fuck into me.

"Fuck, Oliver," I moan loudly which has Kimi looking down at me with a smirk knowing I only called them their full names when I was mad or so lost in pleasure I could barely think.

"She's so fucking blissed out right now," Kimi says with a smirk while softly stroking my face with his finger.

"I'm gonna cum again," I whisper softly through moans.

"Cum for Ollie," Kimi tells me softly while Ollie speeds up his thrusts.

"Fuck," I cry when my third orgasm hits me almost making me collapse onto the bed but Ollie holds me up by my hips.

"Get Kimi hard again," Ollie grunts clearly getting close to his orgasm.

"Don't fucking cum Kimi, we're filling her up tonight," Ollie grunts which quick has Kimi taking my hair into his hands before leaning down slightly and spitting into my open mouth.

"Swallow every last bit. NOW!" Kimi grunts roughly making me swallow instantly before his length was shoved into my mouth making me whimper while I feel Ollie's hips shudder slightly before unleashing another load into my abused pussy.

"She's so good for us," Kimi grunts as I work my mouth on his hardening length. I feel Ollie slowly slipping his cock out of my pussy before sending down a harsh slap on my ass making me jump and whimper at the sudden pain.

"Better not waste a drop," Ollie says while shoving his fingers into my pussy and pushing his and Kimi's cum back into my pussy making me whimper at how rough he is being. "Such a little cum slut," Ollie adds making me whimper when I feel his fingers graze my swollen G-spot.

"You ready for her Kimi?" Ollie asks softly while making his way over to where Kimi was currently fucking my mouth.

"Fanculo, ya," Kimi grunts while pulling me off his cock and moving behind me while Ollie takes Kimi's place once again.

"Doing so well for us tonight, been such a good girl," Ollie tells me before leaning down and kissing me softly before he sits down in front of me.

"Fuck Kimi," I moan while trying to crawl away just from feeling the tip of his cock pushing into me.

"Too much," I cry as he pulls me back onto his cock.

"Stop trying to get away. Just be a good girl and take it," Kimi grunts while starting to fuck into my overstimulated pussy.

"Fuck," I cry when I feel another orgasm start to build again.

"I'm gonna cum," I moan loudly which has Kimi speeding up his thrusts pulling another squirting orgasm out of me.

"Fuck," I cry out while still cumming all over Kimi's cock.

"Fanculo," Kimi grunts one last time before thrusting one final time and cumming deep into my pussy again.

"I can't doing anymore please," I say softly while letting my body collapse against the mattress.

"How many was that? three... I think we're gonna give you another" Ollie says softly while Kimi picks up my body and turns me around so Ollie can take me in missionary.

"How are you going again," I ask more stunned he was ready to go again.

"Watching you cum for us is the easier turn on possible," Ollie whispers against my lips before placing a kiss on them then moving to Kimi and placing a softly kiss on his lips.

I'm sitting in Kimi's outstretched legs relaxing my back against his chest while his arms are wrapped around my hips in a soothing comfort.

"Can we give you one more love?" Ollie asks being serious knowing my body was exhausted.

"No more after," I state sternly looking up at Ollie making him smile and nod.

"No more, but fuck we wanna see you swell with our babies," Ollie replies back making me smile softly.

"Oh Ollie," I moan when I feel the tip of his cock slip into my overused pussy. Being as sensitive as I was Ollie stretching me out right now is extremely overwhelming but I would be lying if I said I didn't love it when they got like this.

"Fuck," Ollie grunts as he starts thrusting into my pussy making me whimper at the overstimulation.

I feel Kimi bring his fingers down to my clit giving them a gentle rub making me scream out and instantly start cumming all over Ollie's cock.

"Fuck, I forgot how sensitive she was," Kimi says moving his fingers away not wanting to make the pleasure too much.

"Hold me please," I cry out making Kimi instantly tighten his grip around my waist knowing I need help staying grounded.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Ollie grunts leaning down and kissing me as he unleashes another massive load deep into my pussy.

"Please no more," I cry out again turning my body into Kimi's chest letting him pull me up into his lap so I can cuddle into his chest.

"We're done, did so good for us," Kimi whispers against my head before moving me to look up at him as he places a soft kiss on my lips.

[apoemaday]

A Supermarket in California

by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!–and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we’ll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

[cloverfarm]

— bound to love you

sdv!harvey x f!reader

rated e - 1.8k

tags: request, sub!harvey & dom!reader, references to restraints, feelings, praise kink, touching, riding, PiV, creampie, implied come eating and oral, aftercare

prompt: “you keep your hands where they are or I’ll tie them up.” with f!farmer x sub!harvey from anon 💕

“Honey,” You coo, “You keep your hands right where they are-”

There’s the gentlest pressure, a reminder, before you lean. Your voice low in his ear. “Or I’ll tie them up.”

Harvey stiffens beneath you. A bitten-back groan, as he exhales a low breath. “Is that a promise?”

(Or - after a long day at the office, you help Harvey relax)

It’s doesn’t feel like much - not compared to what he does. For both you and for Pelican Town, each done so selflessly.

But secretly, you think you might just live for the moments when you can help Harvey like this.

Sometimes, after a long day of endless paperwork and appointments, he needs your hand to guide him. The lights left on in your farmhouse beckoning him safely home.

Warmth waiting for him there. A decaf cup of coffee - something he’d deny enjoying, if asked. But it’s the taste that soothes him, giving in when he knows you both have an early morning.

A supermeal plated and ready at the table, the cranberries and artichokes fresh from the farm.

He melts into your love.

But it’s the after, that you might just enjoy the most of all.

Harvey is stripped bare beneath you. Your bed is as much his as it is yours, now. Pieces of each other shuffled back and forth between the farm and his apartment, until they’re melded together in a domestic blend.

You’re nearly there. That white dress shirt of his, slid over your own shoulders. Sleeves rolled up as your hands brace against his chest.

For ten minutes now he’s waited. The throb of his heavy cock against your core, right where you’ve settled yourself on top of him.

It’s not teasing. Not some form of torture.

Your hands have been busy. Turning around earlier to face his feet, a rough groan when your weight presses into the cradle of his hips. Massaging the taut muscles in his thighs, the aches in his knees.

Flipping back to face him again - knuckles pressing into the flesh before you. Working into the stiff string of his shoulders, until the tension starts to ease.

His own hands should still be where you put them - tucked underneath his head - but they’ve always been prone to wandering.

Even after he’s handed you the reigns. Agreed to listen.

But he’s always had trouble putting himself first.

With the stretch to reach him, you let your hips roll - and that is what does him in. The slick slide of your pussy against his shaft, and without thought, his hands are moving to your thighs. His hips bucking up as warm palms smooth over your bare skin.

You click your tongue, before your fingers curl around his wrists. Realization flickers in his eyes, reflecting guiltily as you tug them back up. Pressing them into the mattress, above his head.

“Honey,” You coo, “You keep your hands right where they are-”

There’s the gentlest pressure, a reminder, before you lean. Your voice low in his ear.

“Or I’ll tie them up.”

Harvey stiffens beneath you. A bitten-back groan, as he exhales a low breath.

“Is that a promise?” His eyes are dark, voice hoarse.

You can’t help but smile, a soft kiss pressed against his cheek.

“I thought you wanted to be good for me.” With a little sigh, you start to lift off him. Testing.

“No-, No. I do.” He breathes. Fighting the urge to pin your hips against his. You catch the flex in his forearms as his hands curl into fists, keeping them where you commanded.

“Good boy.” His cheeks pinken with your praise, “You think you’re ready? You’ll keep them there?”

Harvey’s nodding. Enough that his glasses dip along the slope of his nose. Your lower lip caught against your teeth as you carefully straighten them.

You want him to get a good look, after all.

The way your fingers wrap around his base. Holding him upright against your belly, your thumb ghosting against the flushed, leaking head.

He inhales another breath. Eyes fixed on the curl of your fist. Breath held as you lift yourself up, hovering.

“Words, sweetheart.” You prompt sweetly.

“I’ll keep them-,” He begins obediently, just as you sink down on his cock, “Oh fuck-”

The words are ripped from him as his hips buck, the curse sliding through polite teeth. Caught off-guard by the sudden warmth that grips him, as his cock seats deep in your belly.

Your own moan melds with his. Unable to bite it back - not with the sweet stretch as your pussy makes room for him, filling you so perfectly.

He’s aching to touch you. Toes curling toward the end of the bed, the undulating lift of his body. Chest, hips, thighs, knees. Blown-wide eyes that round, teeth clenched beneath.

“You feel so good, baby.” You sigh, your palms resting against his chest.

Bracing yourself on him as you rise up. Feeling the slide of his cock inside you. Starting slow - an inch at a time, only to sink back down after.

Letting your hips rock against his as sparks alight inside you, a bitten-back sigh at the way your clit grinds against the coarse hairs at his base. A whispering urge inside you for more.

That silent voice has your hand slipping up. Tipping up his chin again, before the tips of two fingers tap against his mouth.

“Open for me, honey.” The words are barely past your lips before his own are parting.

Closing around your fingertips as soon as they push into him, sucking on them before you can ask. Eager, with the way he groans. The noise buzzing against the swirl of tongue, as you press down.

There’s the barest lift of his head when you slip them free, chasing after you. His sweet responsiveness makes smile, as you drag the tip of your index finger across his lower lip - leaving it glossy.

Only to then curl the tips against your clit, thighs inching wider where you straddle him.

Harvey groans at the sight, as your pace goes languid. A shallow swivel of your hips into your circling touch. Leaving him throbbing inside you.

Not enough to get him where he needs to go, but there’s nothing that could tear his eyes away.

On another night, you might drag it out. Make yourself come just like this - let him feel how you clench and gush around him, while you leave him squirming and wanting.

Or you could pull back - bring him to the edge with just your hand. Halting just as he’s on the brink. How flushed and pink his cock would get, as pretty as the heated blush dusting across his chest and cheeks right now.

Waiting until he begged.

You realize these thoughts had gotten away from you. Hips chasing the swirl of your fingers, riding him a little harder than you intended.

That you’re all but using him - bouncing on his cock, a huff of breath coming from your chest each time your hips slap against his.

Not that it’s any burden on him. A glance upwards tells you that Harvey’s hands have curled tightly around the wooden slats in your bed frame - an attempt to ground and restrain himself.

It’s cheating, you think - but you can’t help but admire the way his knuckles go white with the effort. The glaze over his eyes as his head tips back, lips parted so prettily.

Each little worry of the day slipping away, each time he’s seated deep.

“Wanna feel you come.” You sigh - and that has his eyes focusing again, dropping back down to where you take him.

The peek of his cock as you ride, shining with your desire for him. Just able to see how you’re stretched around him, and then there’s a little shake of his head, as those hazel eyes drag up to yours.

“You first, sweetheart.” He begs, “Please-”

The rhythm of your hips picks up instead, and he all but whines.

“Tonight is about you,” You remind him, trying to keep your voice level. Trying to pretend that you’re not close, yourself, “If you can listen, I’ll let you clean me up after.”

“Fuck-” Harvey breathes - his cock throbbing inside you.

It has you leaning over him. His eyes slipping down to watch the sway of your breasts. Lips parting as if he’d like to close them around the tight, pebbled peaks.

“Would you like that?” Your lips brush his then, and he moans. His hips are moving now - but you allow him meet the grind of your hips, let him fuck up into you.

Chasing the pleasure that tightens in his belly,

“You gonna let me use this sweet mouth?”

It’s murmured, right before your lips press to his. His nails scrape wood - a knee bumps into your hips as his muscles flex, stringing tight.

“Yes.” He moans into your mouth, “Use me. Honey, I’m so close. Please-”

Harvey’s begging is ragged, breath hitching. Voice pitching low and turning desperate, while his eyes screw tightly shut.

Your kisses pepper his lips, then chin. Trying to keep the same pace, though your thighs strain from the effort.

“Yeah? You gonna come?” You ask, tone honeyed. Soft and sweet and coaxing.

He nods again, face tucking against the curve of his arm. It has the hand between your thighs lifting, fingers pinching against his chin instead.

Guiding him back, with your command.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Harvey does squirm now. You have him there, heat licking in his belly, adding to the mounting pressure.

“Now be a good boy,” You coo, “And come for me.”

He lasts two more pumps before he’s moaning, thighs going stiff as he drives up into you. Your pace slows, so you can feel the way he throbs - the warmth that floods into you as his lips part, his brow furrowing. Hips rocking jerkily against yours, as he spills deep inside you.

You name is soft on his lips as the pulse of his cock slows. A messy and needy murmur of words, as your fingers scratch gently against the hair on his chest. Drifting up to card through the curls at base of his neck.

There’s a fluttering in your chest at the way he thanks you. As if you’re truly doing something monumental for him, as he relaxes into the mattress beneath you.

It’s not. It comes naturally for you.

That urge to take care of him. Your mind already fluttering ahead, even as his hands drift down to grasp at your hips, once more.

To coax you upwards, towards his eager and waiting mouth. You had promised him, after all. And even though he’s come, he’s still eager to please.

And because he listened, you let him guide you. Thighs framing those mussed, pretty curls. A bitten-back grin at the way he groans at the sight of you - so full of his cum - just before his tongue flattens against your slit.

Your last coherent thought is about bath you’ll draw after. More glad than ever that you sprung for that upgrade Robin suggested. Your nails will scratch against his scalp as you wash his hair. Until he’s boneless, even more than he is now.

You don’t even have to think twice about it.

Because, after all…

You’ve never met anyone so easy to love.

This was a request that was submitted to @eupheme, I was so excited to give this a shot! In my head Harvey is a switch and letting him get pampered for a bit was such a treat. Thanks so much for sending this in anon!!! 💖 I like how you think!

[forlorn-crows]

𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 / 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 31: 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚*

pairing(s): cirrus/cumulus, rain/swiss (background) words: 1298

*little sprinkle of humiliation, a little sprinkle of public sex for this one

Cirrus counts the taps on the inside of her knee: one, two, three, four . . . on the fifth, Cumulus gives her a squeeze. It sends an unnecessary zing up her thigh, sensation of the other ghoulette’s fingers on her bare leg heightened from a few glasses of wine. The air is already stuffy enough in the back corner of the bar, some well-loved, dark, yet far too posh thing in the middle of downtown Somewhere. Cirrus doesn’t remember where. All she knows is she had to get out of that hotel and actually relax a little. 

Cumulus never misses an opportunity to dress up, and Rain never misses the chance to get a fancy little cocktail while being Swiss’ arm candy for the night. They make a good little group.

Cumulus, though, is decidedly not being good. And Cirrus is regretting her decision to wear a skirt. 

“And then he called me Ryan,” Rain continues, rolling his eyes. He flips an elegant hand in annoyance. “As if I look like a Ryan. Spelled it out for him, too. ‘Like a raincloud,’ because he gave me a weird look the first time I said it.”

“The audacity,” Swiss empathizes teasingly. 

Rain just sighs. “He was abysmally straight. Had to be; no man ever gets my name wrong.” 

“A straight guy working at a Starbucks? Is that even possible?” Cumulus chirps. Her hand inches towards the hem of Cirrus’ skirt, and she nearly drops her pita chip back into the artichoke dip. 

Swiss snorts. “That’s what I said.”

Cirrus clears her throat. “What was his name?” She rescues her bite and plops it into her mouth, doing her best to ignore the hand on her thigh and the rising heat on her face. Cirrus is not someone who normally touches in public. Cumulus knows this. And Cumulus uses this to her advantage now and again, when she’s feeling particularly frisky. When she feels like flustering Cirrus to high hell. 

“George.” Rain scrunches his nose. An amused groan rings out across the group. The water ghoul nods in an over-animated way, stirring his bright green drink with its tiny black straw. “I. Know,” he lilts. “Probably has a brother named Paul, and a best friend named Brandon, or another choice of the five different boring names humans pick for their baby boys.” 

Cumulus giggles. Her hand rubs up and down on the inside of Cirrus’ thigh. She takes another sip of her wine, hoping her side eye will make her stop. All she’s met with is an expectant raise of her eyebrows, and still, she squeezes her under the table. Even dares to pull her legs further apart.

Lus, she hisses mentally.

What? she replies, all fake innocence. Another squeeze, dipping right past the hem of her skirt. Her stomach flips hotly, and she nearly chokes on her drink. 

“Oh, Cir—”

“Fine,” she mouths through a coughing fit. “Just—swallowed wrong.”

Rain gives her a genuinely worried look. “You sure? I could get you some water?” He points his thumb back towards the bar, already getting out of his seat.

Cirrus waves her hands back and forth, finally able to swallow down the last of her sip. “No, no, baby, ‘m fine.” She brushes a tear from her eye.

“Hey now, Rain’s my baby tonight,” Swiss jokes, throwing an arm around said water ghoul. “Aren’t ya?”

“If you keep buying me drinks, I’ll be anything you want.”

Swiss smiles. “You got it, princess,” he growls playfully against his ear. Cirrus doesn’t miss the glance he throws at Cumulus. She throbs out of nowhere, and she can practically feel Cumulus’ delight at the way her face flushes deeper. Her perfect fingers dance even higher before sliding into the place Cirrus’ thighs press together. The air ghoulette clenches her jaw. 

She doesn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Not when Cumulus is touching her like this. She can’t. The wine makes her sensitive, breaks through her normal, even composure. Every little wriggle of her fingers makes her breathless, and her core lights up with arousal without her permission. Clit growing achy between her folds. 

Mercifully, the boys slide out of their side of the booth. To get more drinks, for Swiss to take a smoke break, to fuck in the bathroom, Cirrus doesn’t know. All she can do is sink back into the faux leather upholstery with a throaty whine. 

“Must you do this to me here,” she grits out between glamoured teeth. 

“It’s boring, listening to Rain complain about boys,” Cumulus deflects. 

Her fingers press hard, right where Cirrus has wanted them for the last fifteen minutes. She can’t choke back the noise it wrings from her in time, and if Cumulus’ ears were normal, they’d perk up happily at the sound. Too proud of herself. Cirrus sinks lower in her seat, further into her hand.

Cumulus scootches closer. “Just look so good in that skirt, dovey, I had to touch. And the nice panties? You spoil me, baby.” 

Cirrus attempts to steel her face, sighing through her nose and closing her eyes. “I cannot with you right now.”

Cumulus pets along her clothed cunt with one finger, and, to her dismay, Cirrus can feel slick soak into the fabric when she presses near her entrance. “Seems like you can,” Cumulus trills. She leans in close, pressing her lips to her ear. “Think I can make you cum before they get back?”

Cirrus’ eyes shoot open, widening with disbelief. “What,” she croaks. 

That finger turns into two, rubbing in earnest. “Bar line is pretty long,” Cumulus continues. Her other hand snakes down and pulls Cirrus’ knees even further apart. “Oooh, dovey; maybe they snuck into the bathroom and Swiss is eating Rain out against the wall. Tongue really getting in there.”

“Cumulus,” Cirrus groans, throbbing hard against her fingers. She’s hot down there now, heat no doubt rolling over Cumulus’ hand.

She laughs, beautiful and melodic and predatory. “Wish that were you, don’t you?” she whispers into her ear. “He’d push up this little skirt and pull aside your cute little undies and make you cream on his face.”

Cirrus digs her nails into the worn upholstery. Every time Cumulus’ finger passes over her clit, her thigh twitches and shakes like a damned dog. 

“Or,” she just keeps torturing her, “I could get under the table and do it myself.” 

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?” The sentence doesn’t land the way she intends, morphing into distress instead of distaste. The way the booth curves in front of them, no one would really be able to see what’s going on beneath the table, but Cirrus is sure her face would give everything away, should anyone glance back at their corner. 

“Absolutely nothing,” she says breezily. “Just havin’ a little fun, dovey. Oooh, what does Mountain call you again? His nightingale. So slight and sleek. Did he help you shave again? Can tell you’re so smooth down here. Bet you’d be all shiny if I pulled these away—” Cumulus moves like she’s going to do just that, briefly hooking a finger into one side of the crotch. Before Cirrus can slap her hand away, she’s snapping the elastic and returning to her merciless rubbing. 

It’s too smooth, the way her fingers glide over her, even over the panties. Pleasure really starting to spike. Cirrus jumps when she thinks she sees Rain peek his head over the crowd, but it’s not him.

“So jumpy when you’re flustered, dovey,” Cumulus coos somewhat meanly. Her hand presses harder. “What do you think, you wanna give me a nice pretty orgasm at the table? Or are you gonna drip over the seat if you do?” 

Cirrus wheezes and slides further down in the seat.

[evispunk]

cardigan - jj maybank

summary: JJ’s feud with the reader builds to it’s breaking point, causing her to push JJ off of the HMS Pogue. Little does she know, JJ all but hates her.

warnings: bad writing, unedited work, slapping, pushing, arguing, cringe.

wc: 1,852

a/n: this is my first one-shot. like, ever… i’m so nervous to post this. ps in the middle of writing this i ate an artichoke

kie: are u on ur way yet??? john b is threatening to leave the dock in 30 seconds

you: he is such a drama queen i’ll be there in like 2 minutes swear

kie: kk hurry

With little to no more haste than you were walking with before Kiara’s text, you continued on your path to the dock behind the Château. There waiting for you was none other than your favorite people – not including JJ – on the HMS Pogue. John B whooped as you stepped into the boat and set your bag down. Taking a beer from the cooler and cracking it open, you watch as the boat departs from the dock.

“Can’t believe we waited that long for you of all people to come.” JJ scoffed, looking towards the front of the boat while you sat across from him.

“‘That long’? You hardly waited an extra five minutes for me and that was only because I had to fix the mess your ass left behind in my room. Thanks for breaking my vase, dickhead.” you retorted, sick of the attitude he had given you since you started hanging out with the Pogues. JJ had only known you for a little over three months, but he decided his hate for you on night one. You rolled your eyes as he ignored you, yanking his muscle tee off of his fit frame and throwing it on the floor. 

You hated to admit it amidst your loathing of the blond boy, but he wasn’t unattractive. He certainly grabbed the attention of many girls – Kook, Touron, and Pogue. His abs and salty blond hair made it a little harder for you to hate him, but not enough for you to tolerate his bad manners and rude remarks.

“Hey, Pope.” you called out to the teenage boy next to JJ.  “Are you all ready for your scholarship interview? Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks, but I’m not even close to being prepared. It’s still a few weeks away, but I could use some more time to mull it over. My, like, whole entire life kind of depends on it.” he answered, clearly stressed about the entire situation. You knew how big of a deal this was to him, even if you yourself didn’t care about school much.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. I know you’ll do great, you still got time.” you smiled at him, and he returned it sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you see JJ mock you from across the boat. “What? What did I do to upset you this time, King Maybank?”

“Do you actually just flirt with everything that walks? I mean, are you really that desperate? Hey, if you are, you could’ve just asked. No shame in-”

“Watch your fucking mouth, blondie. Before I teach you how.” you snarled, and he jokingly threw his hands up in defense with a knowing smile.

“JJ, cut it out.” John B added from the wheel, looking at him with the face of a friend that is trying not to upset him, but really means what he’s saying. You could only hope that he got the hint.

“Just saying, a girl who’s getting it doesn’t act like such a priss.” JJ smirked, knowing he was beginning to get underneath your skin. It wasn’t solely the things he was saying, but also that you had no idea why he was saying them. You had given him no reason to hate you, whatsoever. “You should really smile more, then maybe-” he began, but the moment you heard the words coming out of his mouth, only one thing came to mind that seemed like the right thing to do. You slapped him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Hey!” Kiara jumped in, but you had already pounced on him and began hitting at him wherever you could. Unfortunately, you weren’t stronger than a built sixteen-year-old, and he easily blocked all of your attempts. You could hear the voices of the rest of the Pogues and their attempts to calm you down so you two would stop fighting, but you had taken too much of his bullshit to stop trying now.

“I told you to watch your fucking mouth!” you huffed out between attempted hits, and he grunted in return.

“I would watch my mouth if you would stop being such a fucking bitch!” JJ argued back, and finally, you were pulled off of him while he was hoisted to the ground by Pope.

“Chill the fuck out!” John B ordered from behind you, still holding your arms back to make sure you wouldn’t literally jump at the chance to try to maul the blond boy again. “Truce? Just for today?”

JJ turned his head and spit out into the ocean, looking back with a nod.

“Yeah, truce.” he said, voice low and eyes trained to the ground. His face betrayed him – anyone with a pair of working eyes could see just how angry and irritated he was. John B called out your name, awaiting your answer.

“Fine. Just for today.” you reluctantly agreed, feeling JB’s grip on you loosen, and seeing Pope do the same.

“Shake on it.” he said, backing away from JJ. He extended his hand out to you, and you slowly raised your hand to meet his. However, in that split second, you thought of a much better way to get him back. Taking a few quick steps forward, you placed both of your hands on his bare chest and used all of your leftover strength to push him off of the boat. Pope’s eyes met yours as you let out a deep, proud breath. “I could be mad at you, but honestly, he deserved that.”

JJ’s head emerged from the ocean, and he spit out the salt water that had made it into his unsuspecting mouth. 

“What the fuck happened to the truce?” he yelled, wiping his hair back and treading the water.

Later that night at the Château after everyone showered off and calmed down, you and JJ had actually been getting along. Well, not what anyone else would call getting along, but you weren’t fighting or blatantly throwing insults at each other, so it was a win for the Pogues. Kiara passed the blunt to you, and you took a puff, letting the weed make it’s way into your body. You really needed this after today.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on JJ for longer than they should’ve been. He was wearing his worn out blue shirt – the one with a few tiny holes and a pocket on his chest – and cargo shorts. His once wet hair was now dry and fluffy, and he was smiling in his conversation with John B and Pope.

“I don’t think he really hates you,” Kiara said quietly into your ear, leaning in so only you could hear her. The boys were distracted talking, so chances they would notice were low anyway.

“W- what?’ you stuttered with a cough as you blew out smoke, having been caught gawking at your sworn enemy.

“Don’t worry, nobody else saw you drooling over him.” she said with a knowing smile, taking the blunt from your hand. “But I don’t think he actually hates you. I think it’s something else.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. That’s not hate.” she explained. And maybe it was the marijuana in your bloodstream, or the fact that you hoped a little too much than you should’ve for her to be right, but you believed her. What you were going to do with this information, you didn’t know yet. But just looking at him with something other than hate for once was enough right now.

A few hours later, the Château was dark, and the living room was empty, save for you and JJ. John B was sleeping in his room with Pope, and Kiara had slyly taken the remaining bedroom and told JJ that no boys were allowed. Meaning that you and JJ had to share the couch.

“I’ll just sleep on the floor.” you said, quietly. He scoffed in return, and you grabbed a pillow and laid down on the floor. There was only one blanket, so you left it on the couch for JJ. You didn’t want to give him yet another reason to be an asshole to you.

“You don’t want the blanket?” he asked, no lingering tone of resentment in his voice. Just simple, genuine curiosity.

“Oh, no. You can have it, it’s fine. It’s pretty hot out anyways.” you replied, and he nodded, albeit a little confused. Sure, it was hot outside. But there were fans inside. Laying down on the cold hardwood, you held back a shiver, and tried your best to drift off to sleep as JJ shifted on the couch.

After what felt like a few hours, you had been in and out of sleep, shivering and teeth chattering on the floor. Right about now, you were regretting being so nice to the blond-haired boy as you were only in a tank top and linen pajama pants – so you were actively freezing your tits off.

“Okay, seriously, just get over here. Your teeth are chattering so loud that it’s keeping me awake.”

“Oh, I’m oka-” he cut you off, sternly saying your name and opening up the blanket in welcome. “Well, if you insist.” you said, scrambling to get up from the cold floor as fast as possible and scooting in next to JJ. Immediately, his body heat warmed you up, and you could feel your shivering begin to stop.

“Holy shit, you’re freezing. Why didn’t you say anything?” he whispered, wrapping the blanket over you and resting his arm on your waist.

“I didn’t want to make you to be mad at me.”

“Mad? That you’re getting hypothermia?” he said and you laughed, scotting back into him for more warmth. His arm slowly traveled around you even more, waiting for you to stop him, but you never did. “I could never be mad at you.” he whispered a few minutes later, albeit thinking you were asleep at the way your breathing had become a steady pattern, and you weren’t stiff from the cold anymore. His lips softly met the top of your head, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you.” you said, barely loud enough to count as actual speech. You could feel his heart skip a beat from behind you too, and it was relieving to know he heard you. Would you say anything about this in the morning? Knowing yourself, no, you wouldn’t. But, for at least the next little while, it was enough to know he didn’t actually loathe you, and you could continue to look at that boy with something other than hate in your heart.

[rpmemes-galore]

Jaws ... sentence starters

"It ate the light."

"That's some bad hat."

"Don't go in the water."

"Smile, you son-of-a...!"

"Maybe I should go alone."

"He didn't eat a car, did he?"

"You knew it was dangerous!"

"This was no boating accident."

"No. It was only local jurisdiction."

"You're gonna need a bigger boat."

"Where is that tooth? Did you see it?"

"If you want to stay alive, then ante up."

"I helped tow it in, you should've seen it!"

"Oh, uh, that's a tattoo, I got that removed."

"Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?"

"I don't have to take this abuse much longer."

"No, I didn't see it. He dropped it on the way in."

"Trying to get retribution against a fish is crazy."

"What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut?"

"I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy."

"We've never had that kind of trouble in these waters."

"It’s not a murderer. It’s just obeying its own instincts."

"She’s nice enough, but she’s got the IQ of an artichoke."

"I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up…"

"Well, I guess it would be the only way to confirm it, huh?"

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…"

"I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief."

"Two people were killed in a week and it's gonna happen, again."

"The odds might be good, but the stakes were prohibitively high."

"You can't go off half-cocked looking for vengeance against a fish."

"Y'know, that was the time I was most frightened, waiting for my turn."

"I don't think you appreciate the gut reaction people have to these things."

"But still my boy is dead now. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"You're not gonna have a summer unless you deal with this problem!"

"That's why you're gonna sign this, and we're gonna pay that guy what he wants!"

"We're really a little anxious that you're, ah, you're rushing into something serious here."

"I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch."

"And there's no limit of what he's going to do. I mean we've already had three incidents."

"Intellectually, they knew a great deal. Practically, they chose to know almost nothing."

"Isn't it true that most people are attacked by sharks in three feet of water and about ten feet from the beach?"

"That's right! You were! You were acting in the town's best interest, and that's why you're gonna do the right thing!"

"Other fish run from bigger things. That’s their instinct. But this fish doesn’t run from anything. He doesn’t fear."

"I think that I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this particular problem until it swims up and bites you in the ass!"

"The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future."

[ahopefulbromantic]

Hey Malevolent fandom all of y'all are sleeping on this John-gets-a-body scenario:

(Kayne's voice) "Okay so let's say our Golden Boy here gets a nice body, you get a second chance, and everybody's happy! How's that, Artichoke?"

Arthur: Say Dada!

baby John: ORTHUR!

Oscar: Is this... Your child Arthur?...

Arthur: I... I found him. And adopted him. Idk who his parents are.

Oscar: Awww...! God bless this man!

Arthur: I mean he might be mine for all I know (That would be so f***ed up though...)

[pinkluver93]

Is This Jealousy I'm Feeling?

Dr. Keh X Player fanfiction. I posted it on Aooo too. Enjoy :)

After a long day at your shop, you harvest the 300 artichokes Keh told you to grow (why the heck did he need so many anyway??) and drive over to Keh’s shop. As soon as you walk in with them in a grocery tote, he approaches you, smiling that punchable smile you hate so much….

“I see you’ve been harvesting a lot of artichokes. I’m impressed, I had such low expectations for you.”

As he takes the tote from you, you mumble something under your breath. “I’m impressed your ego allowed you to have any expectations for me at all…”

“What was that, Ovenist?”

You straighten yourself up and watch what you say next. He can easily not allow you to search the shop if you give him attitude, after all. “I said thanks for that and all….”

Keh raises an eyebrow at you, maintaining his Cheshire cat grin. “I’ll let you look around my shop, even though I still don’t want you here. But before you go wrecking it, do you have anything to show me or tell me?”

As he looks down at you into your eyes, you gulp. Why is he so….intimidating? “Nope, I’m good.”

As he goes back behind the counter to look at his store’s final sales of the day on his tablet, you take a look around his shop, your pen writing down what you see in your investigation. As you look around, you feel so inspired looking at his futuristic décor and technology, and you see his menu board, with his grinning face hanging right next to it. Next you see his grinning face AGAIN holding a pizza right next to his NIT (National Institute of Toppings) degree.

You roll your eyes, and quietly scoff, with a grin. Just what someone wants to do when they eat a pizza here….stare at this man’s smug face!

You look even closer at the pictures again, and you sweat.

That well-taken care of…handsome…gor-

RING RING RING RING!

The sound of a ringing phone (almost a trendy, futuristic ringing) brings you out of your trance and Keh answers. “Keh-lifornia Pizza Kitchen; the home of the world’s most renowned pizza….ah, you’d like to place a catering order for tomorrow? Of course you do, I’m the only shop in town that can properly fulfill that kind of order….”

You multi-task between looking around his shop and listening to his conversation, and boy, Keh is as smug on the phone as he is in person. With your notebook, you look around. After you see the trophies on the wall and take note of them, you go behind where Keh is standing to try to reach up to pull a rope, but have trouble. It appears to be too high up, and you jump up, groaning. As Keh continues to chat with the potential customer on the phone, he notices you struggling.

“Hold on one moment…” He puts the phone on hold, and, with his 6’3 height, easily pulls the rope up and showcases what’s behind the curtain. He grins down at you. “You remind me of a cat trying to reach into a tree. Quickly look around, Ovenist. I need to lock the shop up very soon.”

As he returns to the phone call, you roll your eyes and look around, taking note of what you see. Special sauces in test tube bottles, fancy cooking tools imported from Italy, and some sort of group of papers (you put these in your backpack to analyze later, as they may be important for the case and cannot be read quickly). You look around for more things when some fancy envelope on top of the oven catches your eye.

What’s with that fancy envelope? Who is he writing to?

You didn’t dare ask for help again, even though it sounded like Keh was off the phone now. You jumped up really high to grab the letter and look at the front.

“To Michael…from Angelica..”

You drop your jaw, as well as the letter. You grip your notebook tight.

Angelica Bechamel?? What is he doing writing to HER??

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Footsteps approach you, and soon, Dr. Keh walks by with the artichokes he was bringing to the kitchen. He sees your jaw open before you quickly close it.

“What’s with you? You look as though you’ve come to the realization that you’ll never have a pizza parlor as magnificently sumptuous as mine.”

You shrug. “Nothing’s wrong, I’m almost finished searching!”

He looks at the ground….seeing the letter. “Ah, I see you’ve found my letter from Angelica.”

You put your notebook down and cross your arms. He’s just coming right out with it! “Yeah, I did. It all makes sense now…”

He looks at you, curiosity in his eyes. “Oh, does it now?”

You nod, animatedly. There are butterflies in your stomach now, but it’s not like you can escape. You stutter out your next words with anxiety. “Yep, I totally knew you two were going out. You guys are SUCH a perfect match, aren’t you? That Pizzagram hashtag was so accurate.”

His curiosity in his eyes turns into wide eyes for a few seconds, then he chuckles loudly. “Is that what this is about? You think I’m in love with my former rival??”

“Well yeah! Who writes letters to each other these days unless you guys are star-crossed lovers? And that envelope must’ve cost as much as a week’s worth of rent in the city!”

Keh puts his hands on his hips. “I see. That’s your naïve assumption, is it? That only lovers write letter to each other, hmm? And pray tell, Ovenist, did you even look inside the letter? Or are you simply judging the letter by it’s envelope?”

You knew you didn’t read it, but….you feel like you didn’t need to since you pretty much saw everything. Who writes a letter to someone that closed their family business down?? ‘Hey Dr. Keh, thanks for closing my business. You really ARE the Master Ovenist! Talk soon! Love, Angelica’

“I…no, why would I read it?”

“Because then you would’ve seen that inside the letter were….business matters being discussed. Much to your chagrin, people tend to still compose letters to each other in modern times as emails are not very….confidential, if you will. And I am a much sought-after man after all, this tiring investigation aside….”

You look up at him in confusion. “Business matters?”

Keh grins down at you. “Nothing for a current rival to be concerned with….at least for right now anyway….let’s just say you should enjoy your little gravy train while you still can…”

You look down and sigh, with yet another worry in your head for the future. “Well fine….forget I said anything..gotta go!”

As you try to leave, Keh stops you.

“Where are you going so fast? Now I have a question for you…”

You look up at him in fear. Perhaps this is where he reveals himself to be that handsome villain from the movies that will tell you that you know too much, and that you must be…disposed of somehow…

”….w-what?”

“Why were you so upset to find a letter from Angelica of all people? I write to colleagues all the time, even those I went to NIT with….you seem very upset I am writing to her specifically….”

You blush, swallowing. “I-I don’t know, I-I just don’t like her, and just think that she’s a horrible person, and…”

“And I’m not? Is that what you were going to say, Ovenist?”

He’s caught you. The man has the highest degree you can get at any university, so he’s nowhere near stupid! Now you’re in trouble….

“No, not that, I didn’t say that! I-“

He smiles again, but this time….it’s almost a smile that….isn’t punchable this time? Instead, it almost looked….delighted?

“I can’t believe it, Ovenist….you’re JEALOUS, aren’t you?”

The blush on your face is even more red now, with red anger in your eyes added on. “No way! Why would I be jealous of you? Are you insane?”

He crosses his arms and grins. “Hmmph. Well you can’t be jealous of my pizza making skills, since you think your mediocre pizza is so much better for some reason. You’re still delusional as of this point. Perhaps….it’s something else….”

You start to shyly rub the back of your neck.

 “Ovenist….you’re attracted to me in some way, aren’t you?”

With sweat dripping off your forehead, you grab your notebook and run out of Keh’s shop and drive away. You ran out at super fast speed, that you don’t even realize that Keh has chased you outside, looking on as you drive away in the pouring rain…

You also don’t realize….he’s holding your pen you left behind….

[mychlapci]

Oooh holy shit you made him look good.

you're right, his cogs do need fingers in 'em. we should arrange that

wanted to draw @mychlapci's oc wires! lovely guy but god do i wanna stick my fingers into his gears