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[solarmorrigan]

Impulsive Thoughts: 1, Eddie: 0

For the @steddie-spooktober day 18 prompt: Candy Rated: M | Words: 534 | CW: discussion of sex | Tags: Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a tease, sometimes you gotta fellate a lollipop to get your point across y'know? Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Eddie has never wanted to be a lollipop so badly in his life.

Actually, he’s never wanted to be a lollipop ever in his life, but he wishes to God he could be one right now – specifically the one in Steve’s hand, because the things he’s doing to it are fucking obscene.

He’s giving the ball of artificial cherry long, slow licks before closing his lips around it and sucking, and he’s twirling the candy against his lips and licking away the sticky-sweet juice it leaves behind, and his mouth is lush and red, red, red, and Eddie can’t take it anymore.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing to that sucker?” he demands.

Steve looks over at him, eyes half-lidded and lazy, and pulls the sucker from his mouth with a little pop that makes Eddie want to squirm.

“Eating it,” Steve says drily. “What’s it look like I’m doing?”

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it– “It looks like you’re blowing it.”

Impulsive thoughts: 1, Eddie: 0

Instead of the offense Eddie expects, though, Steve just hums. He sticks the lollipop back in his mouth, twirls it, pulls it back out.

“Does it look like I’m doing a good job?” he asks.

He gives the lollipop another broad lick, eyes locked on Eddie, and Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

“Uh,” Eddie says eloquently. “Yeah, I’d say the, uh… lollipop his having a pretty good time.”

Candy tucked back inside his mouth, Steve smiles at Eddie, revealing white teeth clenched gently around the stick.

“I always kind of wondered if I’d be any good at it,” he says after pulling the sucker out again. “Blowing a guy.”

Eddie stares. Is this real? Did he have a stroke? Is he dead? If he’s dead, is this heaven or hell? Steve is talking to him about blowjobs, but he’s not actively blowing Eddie, so it’s hard to say if this is a reward or a punishment.

“I mean, I’ve always liked going down on girls, and I’m pretty good at that. But I figure a guy would be a little different, right?” Steve gives the candy another thoughtful suck, eyes still boring into Eddie’s. “But it’s nice to know I have your vote of confidence.”

Eddie can’t take it anymore, he really fucking can’t. This is all either a hallucination or an elaborate invitation, but whatever it is, it has him launching himself out of his seat and over at Steve, landing on him lips first.

Steve lets out a startled noise that melts quickly into a pleased hum, and he starts kissing back almost immediately, one hand cupping the back of Eddie’s neck and pulling him even closer.

Air eventually becomes a necessity, and Eddie pulls away to take a breath and ask, “That was what you wanted me to–”

“God, yes,” Steve cuts in, pulling Eddie down for another kiss.

Eddie can taste the candy cherry on Steve’s lips, and then he’s licking it straight out of Steve’s mouth, and Steve is moaning and sucking on his tongue, and this is what it feels like to be a lollipop. Wish fucking granted.

Impulsive thoughts: 2, Eddie: probably about a million, actually.

[paarksunghoon]

i saw a jay edit with him and lollipops… pls do your magic 🤧💗

your wish is my command 😇

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“Tastes so sweet, baby.”

Jay pushes the lollipop in his mouth and you’re forced to watch his tongue roll over the hard candy while your legs are spread wide open, one of his hands harshly gripping your thigh with palm. He looks at you when he swipes his tongue over the cherry-flavored lollipop and chuckles when he sees your eyes following his mouth.

“Keep this for me, yeah?” Jay beckons your mouth open by pushing the lollipop towards you. The candy is wet and warm from and your hips buck at the sight of his reddened tongue hovering over you. “Gonna eat this pretty fucking pussy.”

Jay descends on your folds and licks you like he licked the lollipop. He lets his spit drip over you and scoops up your arousal with tongue just to spread it around. His palms push your legs flat on the mattress while you try not to bite the candy with your teeth. But he’s making it hard, especially when his expert technique makes you want to buck your hips right into his face.

His tongue laps and laps over you until he moves the tip of his tongue to thrust right into your open, warm hole. Jay moves his head back and forth to push his tongue in and out of you, loving the way you squirm beneath him. The tip of his nose bumps your clit on occasion and it has you moaning around the candy.

Jay lifts himself up and grins to himself when you whine at the loss of his tongue. He pulls the white stick from your hand and pushes the lollipop back in his mouth.

“You taste like cherry, you know that?” God, Jay’s so fucking good at making you clench around nothing. “Wish I could take you wherever I go and eat you out wherever I want.”

Jay pulls the candy from his mouth and angles his head above your pussy, gathering a wad of spit before letting it slowly drip onto your clit. He loves hearing you whimper, especially when you see the wet string until it inevitably breaks.

Before you can think of his tongue again, Jay brings the lollipop to your pussy and pushes the candy around the spit. He gathers the wetness and rubs the it over your slit in a back and forth motion, staring at your pussy like he’s just hit the jackpot. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth parts open wide, a pained moan emitting from his throat. You swear it could’ve been a whimper.

“Fuuuuck. Yeah, you’re gonna taste so fucking sweet in just a minute.” His pretty hands keep sliding the lollipop up and down your slit.

Your hips buck against the candy when he puts it directly onto your clit. “Fuck, Jay.”

“Yeah? You like that?” You moan when he lightly taps the lollipop against your bud. “Like it when I use this on you? Wish you could see how hot you look.”

He taps it against you a few more times before pulling the candy back and sucking it once more. Jay’s lips look incredible around it and the satisfied moan that comes deep within his chest makes your clit ache. You welcome the remnants of the lollipop when Jay puts it back in your mouth and moan around it when his tongue is back on you.

It’s like he’s on double time now. Jay licks up a fat stripe when he goes back down and flattens his tongue like he’s trying to taste all of you at once. He buries his nose deep within you and doesn’t worry about breathing as long as his tongue continues to taste the mixture of your arousal and the artificial cherry he’s come to associate with you.

He laps you up like a dog drinking water after a hot summer day. He’s precise but quick, tongue expertly grazing over all of your sensitive points as your hips buck against his face. This time, Jay isn’t forcing your legs down to be obedient for him. He’s gripping your thighs and doesn’t care that you’re starting to suffocate him by squeezing his head. The pleasure feels far too good and he moves his body until his hard cock is directly on his bed.

Jay brings down in his boxers and humps the mattress below him, not caring that he might look like an inexperienced teenager. He knows he’s got the mouth of a sex god when you moan for him. He feels the vibrations in your pussy and it only urges him to continue his ministrations. Jay’s fingertips grip your meaty flesh and he pushes his hips down below him, not caring that he’s probably making the bed move.

Your own hips chase after his mouth erratically like you’re thrashing around. You have to pull the candy out of your mouth to prevent yourself from choking as the bottom half of your body moves until you’re arching off of the bed. The added pressure of his tongue reaching the deepest points inside of you pushes you over the edge and you swear you’ve never come so hard in your life.

Jay moans right into you as soon as he tastes your release. He humps the bed harder and pushes his rock hard cock against the fabric of his boxers until he’s spilling into it, the sticky, wet mess turning him on even more than he already is.

He feels his cum spurt out in thick ropes as you come down from your high and soothes your pussy over with a gentle motion of his tongue as he finishes his own orgasm. Jay’s eyes lift to your face and sees your euphoric expression between the valley of your breasts and pushes his cock against the mattress one final time before pulling himself away from your body.

When you feel him move off or the bed, you put the lollipop back in your mouth and suck on the candy. You watch as Jay kneels beside you on his knees, pushing down his boxers to pull out his still-hardened cock with his cum around it.

Eagerly, you discard of the candy by handing it to him and wrapping your lips around his dick, putting the enlarged head between your lips as your tongue runs over his slit to catch the last bit of cum. Jay watches from above and finishes the rest of the lollipop while you push your head further onto his cock to clean him up, humming at the salty taste of his orgasm.

Your tongue runs underneath his dick and he twitches inside of you. With the way you keep pulling him into your warm, wet mouth and how your cheeks are hollowed to created a makeshift vacuum, it’s no surprise that Jay cums again.

Jay throws his head back and lets out a long, deep moan. He discards of the white stick on his night table and pushes his cock into you until the tip hits the back of your throat. You keep your head there, hand coming up to massage his balls as you milk every last drop out of him. He pulls back when he finishes cumming and drags his cock against your tongue until he slips out of you. Still half-hard, Jay pulls your body to the edge of the bed as you yelp.

“Such a good mouth, making me finish like that. Wanna cum for a second time?”

Jay doesn’t wait for you to nod and pushes himself inside, forcing his semi-hard dick into your hole and groans at the pain and overstimulation. You moan and claw at his abdomen at the delightful intrusion. It feels too good for the both of you to quit right now. He doesn’t want to stop the sex marathon he’s started with you.

And he doesn’t. Neither of you know how many orgasms are shared collectively between you two by the time you’re too spent to continue fucking. All you know is that the room smells like candy and sex.

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[romanoffsbish]

Kissing Booth

Natasha Romanoff x F!R (College AU)

Tired of your girlfriends on and off kind of love, you set off to see just how invested she is in keeping you | WC: 2,848

Warnings: Toxic-Ish themes | Jealous Nat | Blood

Smut: Public | Jean-Riding (R) | Oral (R) | Degradation (Slut)

18+ | Minors DNI

"Y/N Y/L/N's pledge to the campuses first ever, Mental Wellness Festival is: a one woman booth meant to stimulate your joy receptors; a smooch of serotonin. Fellas, swing on by and steal a kiss, from the palm of my hand, and enjoy your sweet treat. Ladies and They's lean in closer love, if you set the right price, you can take the grand prize—a kiss of your choosing; my lips taste like artificial cherry and melted chocolate if that's of any interest to you. All proceeds go to a fund set in place to create better avenues for those suffering to cope with their hefty course loads as they manage heavy thoughts too." Natasha read the words over and over again in her traumatized mind until her pure feelings came to a boil as she huffed and ripped the paper off of the wall of every place she'd found it.

———

It didn't matter though. Because even though she took them down within the same hour they'd gone up, when she stepped onto the quad lit up by stadium lights she saw that your booths line had wrapped around the diamond twice in the five minutes that it was open.

Her fists clenched briefly as she saw Wanda and Carol, her sorority sisters, eagerly stood in line. Then she shook her head with a near manic laugh. The redhead truly felt bad for the other people here who thought that you'd actually kiss them on their mouths. Foolish to even dream of it really, because you knew better than to let them taint your sweet lips with their lust.

Theirs was carnal; vile another way to express that they wouldn't care for you like she would. Hers was soul crushing, but in the euphoric sense, because you knew no matter what happened between you two, that you were never alone. Natasha might be away, or distant, but she'd never leave you to become another's prey.

Far too perfect for her to lose to her traitorous sisters. They'd be dealt with later, but right now, your (ex) girlfriend had to focus on creeping in the shadows. Watching to see just how far you'd push her buttons.

All Natasha needed was your patience for a month, not even the full thirty days honestly. It was only meant to be a break so that she could focus on her studies, the way her A+'s, and full marks had dropped to A-'s had scared her into thinking that space would help fix it.

It didn't, but she pretended it did because she could not psych herself out of sticking to her desired path. You clearly lacked the patience and respect only your mommy could teach you. The exams are literally next week, you've been so good up until this final stretch. Not bothering her with physical ambushes, or even texting her, which she actually scolded you for, to which you re-shared your location with her just to limit the contact you'd have to make with her through text.

That hurt her feelings a bit, but she refused to wallow in the mess that she'd made. Your feelings were hurt first, and the aftermath treated hers no kinder, and lord knows this wasn't the first time she's done this.

That was in high school, junior year, and you were distraught by the decision. Then Summer came with apologies, and forgiveness. Now, in your fourth and final year of undergrad, you're just used to it. For some reason she just kept getting away with it unscathed...

Until now at least.

The woman you craved watched you with dilated eyes that caught everything. She's only hiding to see who you flirt with, genuinely, and consequently putting them on her list of people whose life she must now ruin in relation to you. Her mind raced when you let an older woman peck your cheek, she had only given you $500, and yet you let the corners of your lips brush.

Natasha growled in place of a whimper, she couldn't get the infuriating image out of her mind, her eyes burned with frustration as she pictured you and the football captain's girlfriend leaving the field together.

The redhead wouldn't let that happen. Darcy Lewis, the gifted scientist, and lover to a Mr. Sam Wilson, would leave here sooner in a body bag than with you.

Natasha pictured shoving the overzealous woman off of a cliff, then she'd return so she could approach you as she dug in her deep crossbody fanny pack, to then slam her wad of cash into the full jar, pull you up into a bruising kiss, and lift the bowl as she kicked the table over, helping flip to the red closed sign for good.

It was $4,000 in hard cash, money she'd just pulled out this morning to get a cashiers check for rent and to pay her other bills; Natasha was pissed, you sure felt that in the way that she harshly nibbled on your lips, cracking open the silky smooth skin; bright red blood smeared your coffee stained teeth. Everyone's whispers of fury and shock were drowned out as your heart pounded wildly in your chest. Natasha hungrily sought out this elevated moment where she took a chance and recklessly guided your body around the corner until she could slam you up against a random concrete wall.

.... It paid off.

"Oh fuck," you huffed as your exposed upper back brushed against prickly vines, the crisp chill in the air instantly solidifying your blood against your skin. You could hardly care about the pain though as Natasha's thigh brushed against the bare cunt you'd sported beneath your skirt the entire night. That shiny metal chair was dripping with your essence as you saw your soulmate (ex-girlfriend) watching you with fury.

You were drenched, painfully needy, and screaming: "Natasha please—god I'm so fucking wet right now!"

"I know you are slut," she growled as her sharp canines grazed over the throbbing veins of your jugular. "I can feel your sticky mess through my jeans." You mewled at the rough press of your slick cunt to her pants, it had you seeing staticky stars. If she kept up a steady pace you were certain to be discovering galaxies. "Mmm, I need to cum mommy, need to cum so bad, please!"

"Yeah?" She scoffed, and you nodded frantically. "Well I need my money back, but instead I've donated it to do with these lips as I please so how about you shut it."

You didn't heed her warning, "Please, I'm sorry..."

"So fucking greedy," she growled, the glare she held as she pulled away from your neck sparked a thrill of fear to run straight to your core, your pretty eyes plead for reprieve, and naturally, the redhead gave in. "Go ahead slut, but make sure to let them hear you." Natasha's arms flexed as she expertly guided your core against the rough material of her jeans, and so you moaned out into the world her outwardly embarrassing title, letting everyone know they never stood a chance, it was a beautiful symphony to your on and off again lover that ended on a high note when she heard a familiar gush.

While you heavily panted, desperately breathing in the crisp night air that chilled your lungs into a hitch, she reveled in how the delicate rumble felt against her lips that were spread against the thin skin of your throat. Her tongue darted out, licking up the salty layer atop of your tacky skin, her teeth brushed back down, going the opposite way her tongue just had. The redheads goal of an endgame was etched into your exposed skin.

Your collarbones now decorated with her marks; ones that spoke of jealousy, and paired with a fragile love. You whimpered softly, the way her wet lips suckled on the already marked skin of your thudding pulse point bled off into the more painful side of things. Her wet tongue slid over the same spot in apology, then her lips founds yours after she kissed up the side of your neck.

Natasha's lips pressed against yours much softer than before, but you could tell she was frustrated with you. Which was fair, and matched as you stewed yourself, a part of you did feel guilty, but mostly, you felt broken.

But you weren't about to cry, no, you'd rather get mad.

It was what the naive asshole had earned. Natasha was great, a caring girlfriend who looked to you to smother with all of her love, the last six years together were a dream come true. A dream that faded into a nightmare whenever she becomes stressed, becoming someone you hardly recognize. She'd become dismissive, cold and quick to call for a blip; a break in your sacred union. Each time she said the same thing, "Just a bit of space is all I need, we'll be okay, mommy promises."

It was what she needed—never you, but she made it seem as if you'd happily agreed to her conditional love. As if letting you feel like her life could only improve if you were to leave it was something you took positively.

You were young, and carefree but not dumb enough to not know this wasn't healthy and maybe for your own petty thrill, you wanted to test her very limits. To see if she might just see what she risks losing, but you feel like all she got from this was more frustration. It only took a moment for her to huff that angrily against your chapped lips. "All I asked of you was for time Y/N."

You leaned your head back and pouted, eyes soft like a wounded puppy's. "We're better together Tasha."

Natasha sighed, "I know detka," she conceded with ease, her guilty face falling into the crook of your neck as she took in a calming breath. "I've been miserable without you honey, but we had to know that this could work. I'm going to have to travel for work, and I don't want to have to worry about you entertaining others."

"I'd never cheat," you hissed, "You asked for a break, that means we're no longer in a relationship Natasha."

"That's not what I meant and you know it Y/N," her nails dug into your sides. "Never have we ever ran a kissing booth during one, now stop being so difficult."

"I'm not being difficult Natasha, I'm doing charity work, and having a bit of fun as I do it." You shrugged and she frowned. "So breaking my heart is fun?"

You sighed softly, unwilling to unpack the hypocrisy of her words, "The only way this works out is if only your body leaves me in those times, but if you're saying random bouts of silence is the final answer th—." Nat cut you off, "You stopped texting Y/N, not me."

"Yeah, because you just wanted a 'good morning' and 'night' or an 'I'm home' after my classes got out, and you'd simply like it. Not even a 'morning love' or a 'glad you made it home safe' or an 'I love you.' in response."

"I needed to focus on school," she tried to defend, it was a pathetic excuse, and you both knew it. "Then you can do that Natasha, but I won't be waiting for you anymore, these breaks in affection are killing me."

"What? I-." You pressed your hands to her shoulders and attempted to push her away but she fiercely stood her ground. "What are you saying Y/N? Because I—."

"Need to let me go," you tiredly replied, "If I, um, if our relationship is too much of a problem for you on your journey to success then it's best we end this now."

Natasha's heart froze in her chest, the idea made her ill. "No!" Natasha fell to her knees, lips brushing over your abdomen before her hands lifted your skirt, and then her nose was nudging the wet skin of your thigh beside your cunt. "I'll do better honey, I swear to it." Her lips trembled, "No more breaks," her voice cracked and your heart sank. Your hands fell to the outline of her head that was buried beneath your skirt, her erratic breaths fanned across the sticky mess between your thighs and your body shivered. "Natasha, get up."

You felt the godly crafted curve of her nose nudge your clit as she shook her head, your mind was reeling with desperation, the same as her words. "I'm insane Y/N, clearly, because my reckless hypocrisy nearly lost me you, but I'm not so crazy that I'd actually let you go."

"Nat..." your muttering of her name cut off in a shaky breath as you felt her shake her head again, the thin twigs snapped as you threw your head back. "No," she murmured against the slick curve of your labia, a wet kiss made your hip jolt off the wall and slip more of her face between your folds. "You are my home Y/N."

Your heart stuttered as you heard her sniffle, her warm tears cascaded over the slick of your thighs and soaked into the cracks of your kneecaps. Hurting her wasn't something you relished in, but it was also necessary.

You knew that up until now things had been toxic, but you also knew your threat of dissolution wouldn't be dismissed. Natasha wouldn't let you go, she'd fell for you way back in middle school, she had the diary's in a locked drawer outlining your future together, the stars were aligned well before you knew, and they officially clicked when she made her move sophomore year.

After puberty gave her a much needed confidence boost she'd asked you out, using homecoming as an excuse, and you didn't hesitate to say yes. She kissed you after walking you home, her mind shifted when her lips pressed into yours, giving her a taste, and from that moment forward she has held on possessively.

Which is why you knew the moment your flyers went up that she would be all over you. A minute part of you lived for these raw moments where the insecurities her distance had created are edged out of your wary mind. Natasha wasn't a fan of breaking your heart either, but with who her parents are you can show her some grace, her expression was clearly a byproduct of their neglect.

Especially when she worked your body so perfectly. "Mmm, fuck," you gasped abruptly, mind exceptionally fuzzy as her despair had turned into the sloppiest head you'd ever received in your life. The noises were lewd, not even the school's festival could drown her out the more her tongue lavished away at your oozing cunt.

Natasha forgot what it was like to breathe for a long moment, her nose and mouth too busy working together to keep your mind fuzzy from pleasure. It was also her way of relishing the time she spent with your intimacy, fear clawing at her heart that this could be it.

The final time she was able to make you cry out her name, to make you feel this good, to love you as she always should. Her mind ran wild with the thought that you might've been scoping out your next lover tonight—could Wanda or Carol be better suited for you? No! She shook her head again and you came, crying out for her—you needed her, and her alone.

Natasha's nails dug into your ass, spreading your cheeks so that she could delve even further into your core with her tongue. Intent solely on drinking you dry, not that she ever really could, no matter how much she lapped away you never failed to become wet again. It was a vicious cycle that she endured with glee.

Your essence was something she always savored, but in this exact moment she found herself rushing to clean it up, her body now plagued with a persistent urge to cry.

Tears and slick intermixed on your thighs, creating their own slippery consistency that led to the redhead falling further into you as she tried to push herself up. You chuckled slightly before reaching a hand down to help her to her feet, the humor dying as soon as her face was leveled with yours. It was hard to feel joy when the love of your life looked so damn despaired.

"Oh Tasha," you coo'd, hands gentle as they cupped her  wet cheeks. "Please, don't leave me detka," she sobbed, her slick hands laid over yours, attempting to keep the comfort of your touch on her, even if it was forced. Fortunately, your intent was only to bring her closer as you pulled her face forward and into a sloppy kiss. The way she whimpered at the affection solidified your choice to stay and fight for the love you knew existed.

"Take me home baby, these lips are yours to keep."

[hungerhutch]

PURPLE

Clapton Davis X Best friend!GN Reader

Summary: Red + Blue = Purple 😉 (literally the title)

Tags: fluff, making out, best friends to..?, no uses of Y/N, my first fan fic!!

wc: 2.498k

Notes: ahhhh my first time writing! tips are appreciated<33

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You were with your friend Clapton and his friends, Sander, Riley and Ione, bowling.

Riley and Ione, as always, were arguing.

“Cinderhella wants to kill me more. I’m hot. Your house sucks. You lose.” Ione argues and scoffs. Riley just rolls her eyes and scowls.

“Why do you both always feel the need to argue? There’s a literal killer on the loose and you two are fighting over who's gonna die first! You’re totally wrecking my vibe!” you groan and walk away to refill your slushy.

You hear Ione call you a bitch but you just ignore her and walk over to the concession stand.

You take your cup and place it under the bright red cherry flavor, pushing the button down to fill it up with the artificial, cold goodness. When you’re done filling it, you turn around to walk back to the group when you see Clapton right behind you. He grins at you and reaches for the blue raspberry flavor.

“Hey.” you smile back at him and put the lid back on your cup.

“Hey to yourself.” he chuckles and fills his own slushy up.

“God, have they finally stopped arguing yet?” you roll your eyes playfully and glance back at Ione and Riley.

“Nope. Still going at it about Cinderhella.” he groans and sticks his straw into the round lid.

“Damn. I really can’t stand their arguing sometimes.” you shake your head and take a sip of it. It's so sweet that you almost grimace.

“Too sweet?” Clapton laughs and raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah.” you laugh with him and smack your lips together.

He takes a sip of his own and sticks his tongue out playfully. “It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, minus your blue tongue.” you giggle and point at it.

He snickers and slips it back into his mouth. You take another sip and stick your tongue out.

“What about mine? Is it red?” you ask, slightly muffled from your tongue sticking out your mouth.

“A little.” He laughs again before continuing. “Hey, wanna try a science experiment?” he smirks mischievously and raises his eyebrow.

“Since when have you been into science?” you tease and laugh.

He rolls his eyes and pouts playfully. “Pleaseee? Just one experiment!”

You sigh and nod hesitantly. He rests his hand on the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. You gasp in surprise before slowly kissing him back. He tugs your bottom lip with his teeth and slithers his tongue into your mouth. He intertwined his tongue with yours before pulling away breathlessly.

“What was that for?” you breathe and raise an eyebrow.

“I was testing color mathematics!” he grins and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“You mean color theory?” you laugh and shake your head.

“I don’t care what it's called! I just wanted an excuse to kiss you.” he rolls his eyes playfully and flicks you on the forehead.

“Ow! Why didn’t you, I don't know, just ask?”

“Cause that was more fun.”

You laugh again and walk away to sit back down with the rest of the group.

You sit down and they look at you.

“What's with the.. Purple lips? I thought you hated grape flavor..?” Sander points at your lips and raises an eyebrow.

“Uh-” You glance at Clapton and then back at them. “Whoops!”

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[skyeslittlecorner]

Thoughts on Orias' event

I try to pretend that I have already cooled down and stopped howling with delight at the sight of the boys from Hades. Okay, I'm not very good at lying. They. are. gorgeous. So, ekhm. Some loose thoughts about what we know. No serious analysis this time, just my happy rambling.

Spoilers under cut!

Devils can lie

Earlier it was hinted between the lines, now we have official confirmation. Orias and Leviathan sure know how to lie.

Here is a suggestion that Foras can do it too.

On the one hand, my and my biased heart are happy that he is special, on the other hand, I think I would rather not know what he went through to learn how to lie. On an unbiased note, it would be interesting if all the nobles of Hades could lie.

Nobles stick together

It's a little thing I noticed. In Avisos we are often mentioned that seeing more than one noble at a time is an unusual thing. Meanwhile in Hades…

A large part of the event is from Foras' perspective, and how was I supposed to be calm?

We see that the boys often spend time together on patrols. Their relationship is also delightful. Foras doesn't like Glasyalabolas, and it's not mutual. Look.

Glasyal you bully, I love you lmao

Barbatos is gorgeous (even more so without clothes, but please, not on patrol).

Either way, it looks like they spend a lot of time together. They give so much siblings' energy.

AND THIS

I died. I didn't know I needed Barbatos saying fuck, but now I need him for my life. So hot of him.

Orias age

We have information that Orias is older than Leviathan…

…but this is information from biased, unconfirmed sources. Nobles only know rumors. I believe that Lucifer is the oldest. He's an angel, he makes sense. But when it comes to Orias, I would trust Leviathan more here.

I want to draw attention to this one quote in particular:

We know that devils get old. The stronger, the slower. But this suggests that Orias has been artificially aged.

Especially since the angels also refer to him as a kid.

+ it is interesting that they were taken for the same experiment.

Don't know what to call it, just some sexy guys ahead

Enough with serious topics, time to get back to silly things!

We've seen Satan's anger spreads to his subordinates, we've also seen it with Mammon's greed, so it's no wonder Leviathan's jealousy has the same strength. However, Levi's second main thing, his punishment, doesn't seem to be going as well as he dreamed.

They are terrible, I love them. No wonder the cavalry from Tartaros comes for us in Ch5, the guys from Gehenna would still shake hands with Hades. By the way, Hades and Genenna really seem to have the most similarities.

Hot.

Also, their devotion is insanely sweet. Leviathan isn't even truly in danger and they've already summoned their coffins to protect him.

But let's get to the cherry on the cake. You know what else is hot? We are in hell, it should be warm in here, but oh lord- I expected boiling lava, not a walking embodiment of perfection.

I totally agree with Glasyalabolas and his fourth wall breaking. JUST LOOK.

The smirk of this proud asshole. The fact that he is little known in heaven simply because he leaves no survivors to tell about him. And how much he smiles during this event. And how gently he treats Orias.

This event shows his soft heart and that's why I'm here. I'm glad that we don't see this side of him right away, in the chapter, and he only shows true himself with someone he really knows and cares about. Even if he does it his own way. This event, his attacker comic and his selfie comic, how he behaves towards heaven farm survivor and his childhood friends.

Final thoughts

Let's end this here before I start fawning over him even more. Of course, there was much more here. Even out of chronicler's duty, I would like to mention:

While escaping, Leviathan made a pact with his monster

There are beads in the hearts of angels that, when eaten, keep Orias young

Orias himself, if he didn't eat angel hearts, would age into a mummy in a week

Barbatos is secretly Sailor Moon or Winx or other magical girlie

This is how he dressed himself with his vines, prove me wrong.

Leviathan calls Glasyalabolas cute. Agree.

Orias calls Foras a child. It just sounds like a much older person addressing a younger colleague. And you know how much I agree

Astaroth mentioned (another point to the relationship between Hades and Gehenna)

Cherubs with their New Heaven are mentioned

That's all I remember for now. If you're curious about more things, @/thrones-of-buer collected here a lot of points from the event. I agree with a lot of them, and they're definitely interesting to check out. And here a whole report from the event from @/jazeswhbhaven so if you're hungry for more, head over there!

[scaly-freaks]

inmate 13453

okay don't get excited, i just felt like writing a bit of a drabble to feel out the atmosphere of a potential start to this au (clicking the tag will give up the other stuff i've posted for it btw)

btw check out the playlist and the pinterest board made by @theageofsilver and @allicentsallure bc they're fab

cw: kidnapping

Soft seventeen.

Bambi eyes, bambi legs.

There’s a certain edge to the way people describe the age she’s at. Not quite eighteen, not quite legal, tangible as cherry juice on greedy fingers. She isn’t sixteen, sweet and tender. It’s a soft first step into adulthood, skirting the border, the in between, the unknowable horrors that lie ahead.

She fucking hates being seventeen.

It’s a shit number first of all. Odd numbers make her want to spew. They feel like nails on a chalkboard, polyester static on leg hair. She can’t even dance, so whatever ABBA are singing about doesn’t apply.

Amara sticks out her tongue and tastes the air as the breeze blows west. She swears she can get a sense of the world when she does.

Her stepfather mocks her for it. That blue-eyed, blonde maniac with the ugly Buick Electra he treats like a brand-name Italian from the southern coasts of Europe. He used to treat her mother the same. Until he began to tell Amara you look just like her when she was young. He leaves his porn tabs open on his computer, as if he wants her to know. ‘Teen’, ‘Latina’, ‘Stepfather’, ‘Rough’, ‘Face-fucking’, ‘Breeding.’

She doesn’t have a drop of Hispanic blood in her.

She really wants to tell her mother, but there is a chance her mother will look right through her instead. She’s been doing that a lot more nowadays. They can’t afford her meds anymore. She just sits on the porch and watches and waits. For what, is anyone's guess.

>> can you pick me up?

>> its dark

>> pls

>> sorry ik its inconvienant

'Step-Daddy' always replies quickly when it’s her. He has a heart next to her name on his phone. She never agreed to that.

>> it’s spelled inconvenient

“Suck my dick,” Amara tells the screen and switches her phone off before he can message again.

She can walk.

The route back runs dangerously close to the edge of the forest. All kinds rot away in there, but she doesn’t like to think of them by name. They’ll become real if she does. She wishes her mother had found a man who lived in the wetlands, and not here at the cursed border between life and the realm beyond. Marshes are easier to understand. Forests are cursed.

Still, life is horribly simple here. Her high school is placid and filled with the dull-eyed children of dull-eyed adults. The gas station where she works didn’t bother to interview her. She walked in and the guy behind the counter stared at her breasts until he remembered she had a face. Her breasts aced the interview for her.

Can I work here? Just until I graduate.

Sure, grab a nametag.

Four months later, and she doesn’t mind it anymore. Her brain shuts off. Her customers are a ragtag mixture of suspicious, ferret-eyed locals and the occasionally buoyant hiker from out of state. If she doesn’t look like she belongs, she’s pretty, and that usually gives people like her a pass. At least until the sleazy comments become ethnically charged. But even then, Amara has a way of making her eyes go ‘dopey’ and just smiling like she’s too slow to understand. Displaying discomfort is what eggs them on (kind of a nasty realisation she opened her eyes to one day).

An engine growls some way down the road.

Old Chevy pickup, faded gold.

She recognises it from the parking lot at the station near the end of her shift.

A guy stepped out, young, early twenties, with a shock of hair that looked white until she realised it was just really, really blonde. She remembers thinking it was odd. The range of blondes in town runs from deep and dirty to the artificial bleach rattled out of holographic boxes of dye. No one has hair like his. She’d have noticed.

His eyebrows were a little darker, and his lashes were darker still. He had a funny way of walking, and he looked at her like she had the head of a fish and the body of a human being. Amara did her best dopey eyes. She asked him if he’d had a good day, pointed out the offers they had on pork rinds. He didn’t say a word. His skin had smears of black grease, glistening with sweat and bronzed by the sun.

Deep blue eyes.

Horribly deep.

Not the kind you’d want to swim in. She likes a softer blue, blue like chlorine, reminiscent of the safety of swimming pools. His were anything but.

She picks up her speed, and for some reason, puts her phone to her ear as if mid-conversation. Nothing about him said he was dangerous at the time. At least not from the way he’d barely said a word or looked down at her body. He was just there, and then he was gone.

And now here he is again.

The Chevy hits the horn. He is creeping closer. Amara turns and waves at him to go on. She doesn’t want a ride. Why isn’t he rolling down the window to offer one though?

It slows to a crawl. Her throat closes up. She has a feeling speeding up will give him what he wants. He’s obviously trying to be a prick. But if she goes back to talk to him, that would be exponentially worse. She switches her phone back on and sees her stepfather’s message telling her to get back home herself after she didn’t reply to tell him her location.

She quickly shoots him a message, and prays he’ll respond.

He doesn’t.

Fuck it.

She walks faster. The Chevy matches the increase. Sweat blooms on the back of her neck.

Every woman has that oh fuck moment. That I’m going to be on the evening news moment. The please god if he catches me let him kill me before he gets to raping me moment.

None of that goes through her head. She keeps thinking of her mother’s cooking. Her mother hasn’t cooked in a year and a half, not since her mind began to slip. But Amara can taste the spices on her tongue, the way the rice was perfectly simmered, the cinnamon in the back of her throat, the smell that clung to the walls, the heat of it.

I wanna come home, Momma.

Her mother’s face gathers into shape in her head, built with sand particles and saltwater. When the Chevy roars, she starts running. Her mother vanishes.

The lights of the truck blink across the tarmac. It’s a signal. But it isn’t for her.

She looks over her shoulder, and she can’t see him.

Run me over. Leave me like carrion on the road. Let the maggots eat me. Don’t cut me up first.

He slows when she starts to tire out. Picks up when she tries again. No other car has graced this road since she first turned onto it. A sign points her to the right, ushering her deeper into the backwoods. The town is to the left.

He figures out where she’s going when she suddenly makes a dash for the bend in the road.

There’s no time to dodge the pickup when it goes for her this time. The wheels skid as he yanks it at an angle and blocks her way. The door flies open and misses her by an inch. His arm grabs for her. She dodges, animal fear and rust on her tongue. He still doesn’t say a word.

A heavy fist connects with the small of her back and she drops like a stone.

The pain is electric. Air turns her lungs into taut balloons, but she can’t make a sound. She twists around and the bruise forming over her spine grates. Adrenaline quickly numbs it as she lashes out with her arms and legs. Kicking, punching, scratching, biting. Her teeth hit home. A mouthful of tattooed flesh, car oil and sweat. Still no sound from him.

She never sees the fist coming, just like last time.

A blow to the head and lights out, nancy.

[voraciousvore]

Voretober Day 28: Miss

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! F/f g/t soft fatal unwilling vore, sexual themes, brief mention of hard vore

Word Count: 1076

Little Miss Strawberry. 

I didn’t know her real name, but that’s what I called her in my head. She was small and cute: about the size of a strawberry, as a matter of fact. Her figure was pleasantly plump, like a ripened fruit ready to be plucked from the vine. She had a naturally sweet scent that could almost be described as floral, intoxicating to the senses. And she had rosy, chubby cheeks that I desperately wanted to squeeze. 

Even the way she dressed—with a cherry-red, polka-dot dress—reminded me of a strawberry. All together, the petite little package looked positively delicious. I couldn’t bring myself to approach her, or speak to her, despite the fact that we had classes together in the same building. Even in a crowd of other small folk, down on the designated pathways, her cheerful color choices always made her pop. And I couldn’t escape that delightful scent that followed her down the hallway, far more bewitching and potent than any artificial perfume. 

I just had to have her, you understand. I couldn’t escape her allure, forced into close proximity as we were. I fantasized about sticking her between my tits, or in my panties, and I’d grow sopping wet at the thought. The way she’d blush and squirm—it would drive me wild. Or her begging for mercy, in that soft sing-song voice of hers. Oh dear. I really had no choice, all things considered. 

But more than anything, I wondered what she would taste like. How her soft flesh would feel on my tongue, or pressed between my teeth. Bones crunching, bright red syrup flowing down my throat. I swallowed longingly at the thought. When class was dismissed, I couldn’t resist stalking her. I walked with very slow, deliberate steps so I wouldn’t outpace her. She went into the library, and I prowled behind. 

I lurked in the shadows and watched. She asked one of the librarians for help, and I felt an intense stab of jealousy as the giantess gently scooped her up and carried her over to a shelf. She picked out a book, opened it, and set my little darling down on the pages, giving her a light pat on her strawberry blonde hair. Disgusting. But so cute. 

I observed for a while, slathering my drool on my knitted pink sleeve so it wouldn’t drip all over the floor. Every dainty, teeny movement, from her strolling over to turn a page bigger to her than a bedsheet, to her hand dutifully scribbling loopy cursive notes in a notebook smaller than a postage stamp, sent me into a frenzy. I needed her tucked away inside me, enveloped snugly by my stomach walls. I fingered myself behind the bookshelf, stifling my low moans inside my sleeve, going mad with gluttonous lust. 

I couldn’t tolerate being without her any longer. I surged forward, knocking over a few books in the process, and dived over to her table. She spun around, eyes wide, but froze in place like the helpless prey she was. I slammed into the table, snatching her up in my hand and flinging the book to the floor in a savage rush, before barreling off with my prize. Even though her screams were a sweet symphony, I muffled them with my fingers and shoved her into my sodden sleeve. 

Privacy was necessary, so I swept her away to a secluded corner of the library, hiding behind a thick bookshelf. I rolled up my sleeve and opened my hand enough to behold Little Miss Strawberry in all her glory. Her face was flushed more than usual and her eyes sparkled with tears. I kneaded her plush form with my fingers, reveling in her divine softness, like the lightest, fluffiest dough. 

She tried to plead with me, to demand to be let go, but fear stole her voice. I could only imagine how I must’ve looked, with my long black hair in a tangle, teeth glinting in the amber light, pallid skin pouring sweat, and the gleaming eyes of a hungry beast. Gosh, I was so intensely ravenous. My belly clamored for her to be stuffed inside. Without further ado, I opened my maw wide and shoved her inside. Her sharp scream was cut off by my teeth clacking shut. 

Oh. Oh my. Sweet bliss flowed over my tongue in a burst of sublime flavor. She was even better than I imagined in my most sugared fantasies. I bit down on her dress, tore it off, and swallowed it so I could feel every inch of her tiny body without obstacle. Her texture and shape were as irresistible as her taste. Her struggles made me even more voracious, as she wrestled with my tongue and banged against my teeth in a futile effort to escape. 

I couldn’t help but smile. Such a feisty little morsel. I toyed with her, rolling her around on my tongue and giving her a gracious tour of the inside of my mouth. I pressed her between my teeth playfully, but decided not to bite down. I wanted to keep her alive as long as possible; I was enjoying her struggles too much. I gulped down buckets of overflowing saliva, so that the poor dear wouldn’t drown. I didn’t want that. 

My throat was too eager to hold back any longer, and my stomach too empty for comfort. I forced her to the base of my tongue, until her puny arms were pushing against the back of my throat, even as she slid further inside, helpless to halt her descent. With a luxurious swallow, I sent her down.  

I sighed with contentment as my esophagus massaged her through my chest. I traced her path with my finger, relishing her movements. I let out a soft moan and rubbed my belly as I felt her drop inside. She came to life within me, thrashing and fighting, electrifying my insides with excitement. I leaned back in my corner, idly jiggling my paunch with a lazy hand. Her faint screams were overpowered by the loud gurgles of my stomach, churning to slowly grind her into mush. 

Eventually, her frantic spasms died down to a slight jitter, until she stopped shuffling about altogether. I licked my lips with satisfaction and stifled a belch with my sleeve. After laying for a while, I stretched like a cat and pulled myself to my feet. 

Time to find my next obsession. 

[liillyliilly]

Favorite Movie +

kuroo tetsurou x reader words; 2574 synopsis; two realities, one happy ending. (one where he works in a movie theater and one where she works in a movie theater)

...1...(the one where he works at a theater)

[With boys to go around, one has to wonder, where she’s disappearing to outside of the cluttered conundrums]

It was another night at the most popular movie theater in Tokyo. People flooded in, watched their movies, and then rippled back out like the tide of the ocean. Kuroo always thought it was funny how when the people came out of the different auditoriums, they looked bug-eyed and seemed like zombies coming out of a trance. As nice as it was to work at a theater, Kuroo always judged people based on which movie they were going to see.

The theater he worked at was popular because it showed a wide range of films. Depending on the day, there would be a theme for the type of movies they showed. Tonight, were superhero films. All of the classics, and the newest one that just recently came out from a big box type of studio. Kuroo works the ticketing and directs people to their different theaters. As much as he enjoyed working at the place, it annoyed him to no end that they had to wear black dress shirts with matching black dress pants as their uniform. It seemed much too dressy for a movie theater.

After dealing with a small family who was going to see some children’s film in theater seven, Kuroo decided to be productive. Rolling up his black dress shirt’s sleeves, he begins to wipe off the ticketing counter he’s standing at. Kuroo can hear the laughs from the audience in theater number three, it sounds ominous and slightly horrifying. When he’s done cleaning up, he tries to roll down his sleeves.

“Aw, don’t do that! You have such nice forearms.”

Kuroo rolls his eyes, before looking behind Y/n to see her date trailing behind holding a bucket of popcorn and a soda. This is the fourth time this week that she’s dragged an unsuspecting fellow to the theater. Y/n likes to bring them to watch their choice of movie, but then ditches them halfway through the film. Kuroo wonders if he should even call them dates, it is much more like a forty-minute fling than anything.

“Don’t let your date hear you say that L/n.” He doesn’t unroll his sleeves, leaving them bunched up at his elbows. He takes a second to take in what Y/n is wearing. Just a normal t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but he still thinks that she looks amazing. She always looked amazing in his eyes.

She looked amazing to others as well. Just like movies, she could enchant people. Creating beautiful and curiosity filled delusions. Her chemistry and down-right skill of working the machinery that is also known as the male species creates illusions for each and every single one of them.

“Hey, he’s about as dense as a rock, he wouldn’t even notice.” She takes a bite of cherry licorice and smiles, the red artificial dye slightly staining her teeth, making her look like a killer. If Kuroo wanted to go out one way, it would most definitely be by whatever means Y/n deemed appropriate for him.

He wonders why she does this. Why she only comes to his theater, why she always toys around with boys who never even understand her. Kuroo feels like she is always there, but disappears before he can get to close. Like a bird sitting on a tree, but when you start to approach, it flies away.

[When there’s terror in the thought she’s found with another]

When Y/n’s date for the night finally makes his way up to the ticket booth, Kuroo wishes he could bare his teeth. But instead he just smiles and takes the tickets.

“Theater number one, right down there.” Kuroo points down to the left hallway.

“Thanks man.” The date says, before taking Y/n’s hand. The pair of them starting the walk down the hallway. Kuroo looks down at the tickets. It just some stupid action film. When Kuroo looks back to Y/n, she had already turned around to face him, she winks before sticking out her tongue at him in her usual playful manner.

Kuroo runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling and lets out a long shaky sigh. Watching a movie with Y/n seems like such a simple thing. If all these other guys can seemingly get caught in her web, and get a date with her, why can't he do the same? He doesn’t want to dumb himself down for her. He just wants to be with her. Is that so far out of the realm of possibility for him?

He starts a stop-watch on his phone. He stops the clock when he sees Y/n walking out with the soda in hand, the straw covered in her lipstick prints where she had been sipping. He looks down at the timer. The poor guy didn’t even make it past forty minutes. Y/n throws away the soda and saunters her way over to him. Putting her hands on the edge of the counter, she bites her bottom lip.

“What went wrong with this one?”

“He tried to kiss me. During the scene where the girl gets her head chopped off.” Y/n uses her hand to fake slice her throat, then she cringes and continues, "He also had a horrible case of pizza breath. Not at all like you Kuroo.” She grabs his tie and forces him to lean in close to her.

“You always have minty fresh breath.” Her whispers surround his head encircling him until he feels like there’s a cobra tightening its body around his head, her being so close to him makes Kuroo feel punch drunk. His palms are sweaty as he tries to discreetly wipe them on his pants. She lets go of his tie and waves, "See you tomorrow.”

[You think she’ll think of you; she won’t]

Kuroo still remembers the first time he met Y/n. He had just gotten the job, and was trying his very best to show extemporary customer service, but mainly only because he wanted the employee of the month bonus. When Y/n walked in, chewing on that damned licorice, he was a goner. When he saw the bubbly boy next to her though, he immediately felt crushed. Of course, she has a boyfriend, she looks like a literal goddess.

After getting Y/n and the boy all settled, Kuroo felt resigned as she walked away. But something in his hands told him that it wouldn’t be the last he saw of the girl. He just didn’t expect it to be forty-five minutes later when she walked out and started a conversation with him.

“You're cute.” She ran a finger along his jaw.

“Excuse me, you're not supposed to touch the employees.” He choked out, his voice squeaking like the swings on an old playground.

“Just don’t tell on me then.” She slid her finger down his throat, his skin lighting on fire from her touch. Her finger traced his chest for a moment before it landed on his nametag. “Nice to meet you, Kuroo. Just letting you know that I like licorice. So, keep it in stock for me.”

When she exited the theater, Kuroo chased after her. She had barely started down a busy street when Kuroo grabbed her hand, panting slightly, “What's your name?”

“L/n, but you can call me Y/n since I like you.” She reached up and patted his cheek. That was the moment he fell. He fell so fast and so subtlety he didn’t even realize it until she had begun to flood into his thoughts like the groups of people entering the theater on a busy Friday night.

[Congratulations, ignore my arbitrary conclusions]

When Y/n stops coming to the movie theater, Kuroo thinks he’s done something wrong. Any sort of resolve he has gets taken away from him as he feels himself slipping into a distraught state. He misses her.

She does end up coming to the theater again. With yet another boy. Something feels different about him though. They both chew on some of the cherry licorice. He whispers in her ear and she laughs. This is the first time Kuroo has heard a non-sarcastic laugh uttered from her. When they kiss, his daydreams fall apart at the seams that he had carefully stitched together.

“Hey, here are our tickets.” The guy says, passing the tickets to Kuroo. Kuroo finds it ironic, it feels as though this passing of tickets resembles the exchange of his possession of Y/n to this guy. But Kuroo has to remind himself that Y/n was never his to possess in the first place.

“Theater number four. Right down the left hallway.” When Y/n and the guy walk off, Kuroo doesn’t even hesitate before looking back at them. He awaits some sort of action from Y/n. But none comes. She keeps her head straight looking forward. No winks, no tongue sticking out to tease Kuroo, no peace sign, no half heart with her left hand.

He listens in as he hears her utter a small phrase in excitement.

“This is my favorite movie!”

[I guess he’s done it for you, I guess he’s done it for me]

...2... (the one where she works at a theater)

It was a sunny day and the heat of the sun’s rays threatened to melt any person in sight. But for one of the least popular theaters in Tokyo, it was nice and cold inside the building. Not just from the absence of customers but also because they had only one employee on duty, and she liked it to be cold inside the theater. Groups of people walked past the theater, enjoying the chilly air that escaped from under the door, but they never went inside because they had better things to do than watch a movie.

Sitting on a tall chair, resting her elbow on the high counter, her face leaning on her knuckles, Y/n scrolled through her phone. As much as she enjoyed getting paid for doing nothing, she would like it if there was at least one person to talk to. Otherwise she felt like the theater was haunted. And while she did have a fondness for ghosts, she did not like being left alone for eight hours. The absence of human contact was making her feel like some sort of outcast, thrown to the side because she had a summer job.

But when she heard the way the customer cleared his throat a blithe smile creeped onto her face. Even though not many people came to the theater, there was still one person that Y/n could rely on to come visit her at least once a week. Kuroo Tetsurou. He never failed to be a great person to talk to, considering he was easily flustered, but in the week that had passed, his confidence and casual responses had improved and therefore allured her.

“One ticket for any movie.” Kuroo extends his arms out and gives an exuberant shrug.

“At this point Tetsuro, I’m starting to think you come here just so you can talk to me.” Y/n sets her phone down and leans towards him. Eyeing him as his Adam's apple bobs up and down slightly. He is dressed in some sort of valet get-up, wearing a red button up shirt with slightly wrinkled black dress pants.

He grimaces before giving a shy smile and continuing, "And if that was true?”

She reaches over the counter to ruffle his black hair, messing it up in the process. Giving a smirk, she bares her teeth and runs her tongue over the top row. Kuroo swallows thickly, loosening his collared shirt. Even though the theater is cold, the space that encircles them has risen in both temperature and tension.

“I would say to try and flirt just a little bit harder next time.” When Y/n goes back to sitting up straight she rings him up at the register, “That’ll be eleven fifty.”

“Actually, make it two tickets.” Kuroo puts his hands on the counter and puts his face in close next to hers. “You go on a break soon, anyway right? Let’s blow this place and go on a date.” His flirting would have worked on her, had it not been for the intense blush climbing up from his neck and reaching down from his ears.

She kisses his nose before pushing him back with her pointer finger, breaking his balance after being stunned by the kiss. She giggles before adding the additional charge to his purchase. Ringing up another ticket she slides the ticket stubs across the counter and grins with a collected manner, switching to her customer service mode. “That’ll be twenty-three dollars then.”

“For the kiss or for the tickets?” Kuroo slyly offers, slipping the tickets into his pant pocket. She gasps slightly before hopping off her chair and walking around the counter to close some distance between them. Raising her eyebrow, she puts a hand on his chest before gripping his shirt and pulling him in closer.

“Which one did you want it to be for?” Tilting her head to the side slightly.

Y/n hopes it was just the tickets. Even though she had displayed a certain demeanor around him, she really did hope he was earnest in his attempts to ask her out. Falling for Kuroo wasn’t planned, but he made her feel like she wasn’t weird or overly bold, or even trying to hide insecurities by flirting. Flirting with Kuroo was fun, light-hearted, and real.

“Considering I’m basically broke from buying all those movie tickets, the least you could do is give me,” He rubs his chin slightly, in mock thought, "Let's see, carrying the seven, you should give me thirty kisses to be in proper compensation with all the tickets.”

“You only bought ten tickets though,” Y/n pouted. Kuroo felt his body subconsciously try to get closer, close enough to kiss her. There was no reason for him to not want to get close to her, he likes her. If his attraction was purely on Y/n’s looks, he would like her, but since she had her unique personality his attraction towards her expanded tenfold.

He had endured weeks of teasing touches and had undergone numerous bouts of self-doubt as he paced back and forth in front of the theater. Running his hand through his hair as he glanced through the glass of the door to get a glimpse of her. The least she could do was give him a kiss. Getting the kiss would be the easy part, getting her to go on a date with him would be the challenge.

“I said to carry the seven.” Kuroo cupped the back of her neck with his hand, using his other arm to pull her in by her waist.

“Ah, never mind, carrying the seven does total up to thirty kisses.” She smiled, laughing slightly before lightly brushing her lips against his.

He pushes his face up close to hers, their noses rubbing into each other. “A real kiss.” Kuroo’s voice is low and quiet, rumbling slightly in his chest.

“What's the magic word?” Y/n closes her eyes and puts her hands on his shoulders pulling him in closer, if that was even possible considering how close they already were.

“Please.”

[februaryflowers]

cherry sugar lip scrub

order up: a honey bubble tea with cheese foam and seungcheol for anon ! 

a fluff neighbor/roommate friends to lovers

check out the (now closed) carat writers club summer fair event!

warnings: cheese perhaps, kissing, not proofread im sorry 😭

fluff, 670 words, seungcheol x reader

a/n: inspired by my own lip scrub exfoliator thing LOL 

“What’re you doing?” 

The voice makes you jump, the bathroom having been silent just before, but you smile knowing that all is well. Nothing could possibly happen to you when Seungcheol is home. 

“Y’know how it’s been dry lately?” you ask, rubbing the smooth stick in circular motions over your lips once more.

“Yeah…”

“So my lips are kinda going through it. I’m just tryna get rid of all the dead skin and stuff.”

He hums, watching as you pucker your lips in the mirror, a lump forming in his throat. So…does that mean…your lips taste…like whatever flavor that thing is in? 

Shaking his head, he tries to steel his nerves. Roommates let alone friends shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts about other roommates, let alone friends. But he can’t help the little jump his heart does when you glance back in his direction.

“Do you wanna try it?” you ask, holding it out to him. 

“W-wha—would that be okay?” He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes trained on the other self care products you have out on the counter. “I don’t wanna intrude…”

“You could never, Cheol,” you tease, coming over to push his shoulder lightly and hand him the lip exfoliator. 

He follows you back to the spot at the sink, staring at his reflection in front of him. With you now resuming your routine, he glances at you. How did you do it? Do you just—

He starts swiping it across his mouth, the sugar crystals stuck in the wax. Even if he’s not quite sure on what he’s supposed to be doing, he knows this doesn’t feel right. Squinting at the tube, he turns it around in his hands, trying to find some instructions.

But before he can come up empty handed and sigh, you take it from his fingers. Your hands land on his shoulders and spin him around to face you, his face wide eyed and a faint pink blush starting to color his cheeks.

“Y/n—”

“Uh uh uh,” you coo, gently pushing his jaw closed. “Pout for me?”

He does as you say before you start applying the scrub in the same way you’d done a couple minutes ago. With the sweet crumbs now sitting pretty on his lips and the soft cherry scent of the wax now wafting into his nose, he closes his eyes. Is this what you taste like? Is this what it would be like to kiss you? 

He darts his tongue out to taste the balm, instantly met with the saccharine flavor of artificial cherry. But, even though you still haven’t finished, he doesn’t think his mouth has ever felt this soft before. That knowledge certainly doesn’t help his fantasies about kissing you. 

“All done!” you exclaim, pulling away to admire your handiwork as his eyes spring open. “You can rinse off the sugar. Whaddya think?”

He turns on the faucet, running water under his fingers and rubbing it against his lips. 

“S-soft,” he murmurs. 

“Right! Isn’t it nice? I can’t believe I got this for like five dollars. Such a steal.”

But before you can return to the counter and finish your self care regimen, Seungcheol tugs on your hand, turning you to face him. Opening his mouth, he quickly closes it when surprise flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh I forgot!” You rummage through the cabinet before you pull out another balm product. “You can put this on after too.” Taking off the cap, you quickly run it on your lips and hold it out to him. “Just like that. Do you wanna try?”

However his lips are on yours before you can even blink, your body frozen from his warmth being so close to you. 

“It’s good,” he whispers, pulling away to rest his forehead against you all too soon.

Exhaling, you try to steady your heart as you place the product on the counter and move your hands to his back with a few pats. “I think you should try that again.”

[juyolore]

true slut | blurb (m)

a/n: i had several men in mind when actually drafting this so that’s why there isn’t a name or other specifics. if anybody would be interested in a “full” version of this i guess you can let me know but this was just me writing out my brain rot months ago after a dream i had. enjoy! :)

~

trying out a new blush.

that’s all this had been.

a bit on your cheeks, the tiniest dot applied in the center of your pout underneath a slightly absurd thick coat of lip gloss.

smudged traces of your lips adorn his cheeks, neck, hands, and lips.

prior to this for about half an hour, he’d sat in the bed and watched you sit and apply the true red blush that you’d gone bezerk over after managing to snag it.

he’d approached you to coo about how gorgeous you’d looked and how cute it was that makeup excited you so much. but the moment your face had shown the artificial red tint, he fought the urge to swallow hard. breathing a little faster, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips subconsciously.

his pants grew tighter.

now you’re leaning over your vanity as he writes cherry red profanities on your lower back with firm strokes of the blush applicator.

his left hand is placed gingerly on your hip pressing you into his growing bulge and gosebumps rise to the surface of your skin as he hisses, stroking another character onto your back watching it quickly dry slightly staining each spot in its path.

“baby look at yourself. fitting, isn’t it?” he leans down to whisper into your ear, scantily kissing the spot right below it before he pulls away.

now done writing he sets down the applicator, his newly free hand finding purchase on your other hip. his head slightly lulls to the side as he presses your front firmly into his. making eye contact with you through the mirror he watches for any reaction.

your eyes are glossed over, hair sticking lightly to your sticky, parted, and panting lips. he’d barely touched you and you were a cock drunk mess. using the minimal strength you’d had in the moment you pushed yourself off of your elbows and onto your hands so that you could fully see what he’d taken his time to so carefully compose.

locking eyes with him in the mirror before he slightly pulls you up and turns you with such a gentle touch, your breath hitches. when you’re finally able to read what he’s written you almost laugh, but your too far spent from tension.

slut.

boldly painted on your skin in red pigment.

[eikaebana]

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[paninicupcakke]

SolMed week day 7💉🪖

(Theme: secrets)

Cherry 🍒🍭

Soldier had just finished loading up the last box into the back of one the BLU supply trucks. He walked back over into the doctor's office.

"All done." Soldier announced. Medic paused from reading to look up at his colleague stood before him.

"That was fast." Medic said in a surprise tone. He stood up from his desk and walked over to him.

"I usually only give these to Pyro but you've been such good help lately. Here, for all your hard work." Medic pulled out a lollipop from his back pocket. Soldier's eyes lit up at the polka dot wrapping paper on the lollipop. He excitedly reached up to grab the candy. Medic swiftly pulled it back out of the man's reach.

"You can only have this if you promise not to go around telling the others. I don't give these out to just anyone." Medic said with a sly grin. Soldier eagerly nodded.

"I promise. I will not tell a single soul! Not even Demoman." Soldier proclaimed with one hand over his heart. If it meant more candy for himself, he had no problem keeping this a secret. It was far less explicit than their other kept secrets. Medic began to peel the wrapper off for him.

"What flavor is this one?" Soldier curiously asked. Without much thought, Medic popped the small red orb into his mouth. Soldier was taken back slightly but wasn't opposed to sharing the candy with his fellow teammate. Medic continued tasting it for a couple seconds before taking it back out of his mouth.

"Cherry." Ludwig flirtatiously answered. He brought the lollipop up to Soldier's bottom lip. The American's cheeks instantly flushed. Soldier slowly took the lollipop into his mouth, savoring the artificial sweetness. He then quickly chomped down on the hard candy and swallowed it whole. Medic's eyes widened slightly as he watched him devour the candy within seconds. Soldier flicked the lollipop stick into a trash can nearby. Shutting the office door closed with his boot before grabbing Medic by the waist. He planted a few kisses on the doctor’s cheek and down his neck. Medic bashfully snickered.

🪖💉

(Happy last day of SolMed week this was really fun to do! I love being a dweeb and writing gay cringe!!! :3 onto my regularly scheduled gay shit I’ll probably post some blunt trauma fics soon because I’ve been writing a lot of them lately)

[blurrymango]

Ur artstyle is actually so cool. I want to eat ur ocs. Wish i could stick to one like you (I adopted 75 artstyles.)

This guy^ would taste terrible. He is a corpse.

This gal^ would taste like Sprite. But with toxic sludge in it.

She^ would taste like red velvet cake.

This guy^ would also taste terrible. He is also a corpse.

This guy^ would taste like a mixed berry pie that was left out and is now no longer fresh.

She^ would taste like artificial cherry flavoring, blood, and wax.

She^ would taste like chocolate chip cookies with butterscotch and icing on them.

She^ would taste like bacon and eggs.

She^ would taste like steak and wine.

She^ would taste like salmon and cranberries.

[prapasara]

The Secret Of Red เดอะ ซีเคร็ท ออฟ เรด

 THE SECRET OF RED (CALLIS TM)

เดอะ ซีเคร็ท ออฟ เรด (คาลลิสส์)

ประโยชน์ของ เดอะ ซีเคร็ท ออฟ เรด (คาลลิสส์)

🔴 ปกป้องผิวจากแสง UV 🔴 สนับสนุนการสร้างคอลลาเจน และอิลาสติน 🔴 กระตุ้นการสร้าง Glutathione ได้สูงถึง 40 🔴 ลดการอักเสบ เพิ่มความแข็งแรงของเซลล์ผิว 🔴 อุดมไปด้วยสารต้านอนุมูลอิสระที่มีประโยชน์ต่อร่างกาย 🔴 ช่วยให้ผิวขาวกระจ่างใส และเรียบเนียน 🔴 ช่วยลดผิวที่หมองคล้ำ และลดจดต่างดำ 🔴 ช่วยชะลอการเสื่อมของเซลล์ผิว 🔴 ลดเลือนริ้วรอย ช่วยให้ผิวดูอ่อนกว่าวัย 🔴 ช่วยให้ผิวขาวอมชมพู 🔴 ช่วยกระตุ้นการสร้างคอลลาเจนและอิลาสตินในชั้นใต้ผิวหนัง 🔴 ทำให้ผิวพรรณของเราเนียนนุ่มและเปล่งปลั่ง 🔴 ช่วยลดเลือนริ้วรอยและชะลอความแก่ก่อนวัย

วิธีการทาน / วิธีการใช้

วันละ 1 ซอง (4 กรัม) ละลายผลิตภัณฑ์ในน้ำอุณหภูมิปกติหรือน้ำเย็น 150 มล. แล้วคนให้ละลาย

ส่วนประกอบ

ส่วนประกอบที่สำคัญ : ปริมาณต่อ 1 ซอง / Active Ingredients : Content per 1 stick - สารสกัดจากอะเซโรลาเชอร์รี / Acerola Cherry Extract (Malpighia Glabra L.) 900.00 มก. / mg - ไกลซีน / Glycine 100.00 มก. / mg - สารสกัดจากทับทิม / Pomegranate Extract (Punica Granatum L.) 75.00 มก. / mg - สารสกัดจากมะเขือเทศ / Tomato Extract (Lycopersicon Esculentum Mill.) 50.00 มก. / mg - แอล-ซิสเทอีน / L-Cysteine 35.00 มก. / mg - ซิงก์อมิโนแอซิดคีเลต 20% / Zinc Amino Acid Chelate 20% 35.00 มก. / mg - แอล-กลูตามีน / L-Glutamine 25.00 มก. / mg - กรดอัลฟา ไลโปอิค / Alpha Lipoic Acid 12.00 มก. / mg - สารสกัดจากส้ม / Blood Orange Extract (Citrus Sinensis (L.) Osbeck) 10.00 มก. / mg - สารสกัดจากสาหร่ายสีแดง / Haematococcus Pluvialis Extract (Haematococcus Pluvialis) 10.00 มก. / mg - สารสกัดจากข้าว / Rice Extract (Oryza Sativa L.) 10.00 มก. / mg - ดีแอล-แอลฟา-โทโคเฟอริลแอซีเทต (Provides Vitamin E 500 IU/g) / DL-Alpha-Tocopheryl Acetate (ให้วิตามิน อี 500 หน่วยสากล/กรัม) 10.00 มก. / mg - ซีลีเนียมอมิโนแอซิดคีเลต 1% / Selenium Amino Acid Chelate 1% 3.50 มก. / mg ส่วนประกอบอื่น ๆ / Inactive Ingredients - สารให้ความหวาน (แอซีซัลเฟมดพแทสเซียม (INS 950), ซูคราโลส (INS 955)) / Sweetener (Acesulfame K, Sucralose) - สารควบคุมความเป็นกรด (INS 296, INS 330, INS 331(iii), INS 541(i)) / Acidity Regulator - สารป้องกันการจับเป็นก้อน (INS 551) / Anticaking Agent - สารให้ความข้นเหนียว (INS 466) / Thickener - สีธรรมชาติ (INS 150d) / Natural Colour - สีสังเคราะห์ (INS 122, INS 124) / Artificial Colour - แต่งกลิ่นเลียนธรรมชาติ / Nature Identical Flavour Added - แต่งกลิ่นสังเคราะห์ / Artificial Flavour Added

คำเตือน

- อ่านคำเตือนในฉลากก่อนบริโภค - เด็กและสตรีมีครรภ์ ไม่ควรรับประทาน - ควรกินอาหารหลากหลาย ครบ 5 หมู่ ในสัดส่วนที่เหมาะสมเป็นประจำ - ไม่มีผลในการป้องกัน หรือรักษาโรค

#สนใจสอบถามข้อมูลเพิ่มเติมได้ที่ 🙏🙏🙏

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[pbandjesse]

I am tired. It was a nice day but I just feel exhausted. James keeps telling me that it's okay. That I'm allowed because I'm growing a person. But it doesn't make me feel better. I just feel bad because I can't do anything.

I didn't sleep great. My nose was bleeding and scabby again. I just couldn't breathe and it just wasn't comfortable.

I would get waken up by a piece of machinery outside. I think it's like a cherry picker. But whatever it is it was loud and blinking and clanking. James would come upstairs. They said that they figured that would wake me up. And I was happy to see them. We laid in bed together for a little bit. But soon I got up and went to get ready for the day.

I was trying very hard to feel alright. I didn't have much energy but I was trying. I wore my favorite jumpsuit. And my golden record necklace. I was doing okay.

James brought me cereal and I would hang out in bed. We had a semblance of a plan for the day. To get lunch at a diner, to go to the garden center to get Christmas ornaments (something we do after James's birthday every year), and then go to my rhumatologist appointment.

I wasn't entirely sure when we should leave to accomplish all of that. James decided we should leave at 11. Sounded good to me. So I spent some time hanging out in our room. I painted my toes. Hung out with sweetp. And eventually James came to get me so we could go.

It was nice outside. We started with jackets but took them off pretty fast.

We went towards the garden center and went to a pretty classic chrome diner. James got a patty melt, I got a grilled cheese. I was in a better mood once I had some caffeine. And I was just enjoying talking to James. I made them laugh at one point so hard and it was such a good feeling.

The food was good but we brought most of the fries home. I enjoyed my sandwich but I really have to take my time eating. My stomach just hurts so quickly. It isnt fun. James tried to be encouraging, tells me it's okay, but I also just feel like I have to work through it. Even if it's hard and makes me not feel good. It's like resting my new limits.

We went to the garden center next. And they weren't all the way set up for Christmas yet, they didn't have their trees outside. But the inside was beautiful. It always is. So many lights. I love walking around and seeing the silly themed ornaments. There were plenty that I liked a lot. I also just really loved watching James looking at the tiny Christmas villages. They always love those, it's like a train set without the train. Later I would encourage them to put one together in our bedroom on the dresser. I hope they do. It would be so nice.

We would get three ornaments. One is actually on a stick, and you stuck it in the tree instead of hanging it. That one is a reindeer. I also got a giraffes. I love the brissle animals. And now we have 4. Last year we got an otter and a squirrel.

James wanted to get one to represent our baby. We have been leaning on tree imagery for her but we wouldn't find any good non evergreen trees ornaments. So instead we would get a beautiful bowl of cherries. Which was stupid expensive but super nice. It was a good pick.

We looked at the artificial trees next. We have one saved on Amazon but I wanted to buy one in person if we could. But that would not be in happen at this store. The trees ranged from $600 to $2500!! It was insane! Like yes they were nice but not seriously nicer then what I've seen at Home Depot. It was seriously wild. James was having me try and guess the prices and it was truly shocking. Especially when they had signs on them about only having one or two left of a certain model.

So we will probably just order one online.

We didn't time the day well enough to go directly from the garden center to my appointment. So we would go home for a while. Which was good. I was feeling dehydrated and super tired all of a sudden. Being in the car made me not feel great. And I was really happy to be back here.

I laid on the couch for a while. James went to bike around the park for a half hour. And I enjoyed having the back door open. The air felt good.

James got back and I would go upstairs for a little. And soon it was time to go again.

We got to my appointment and I have to say it was a weird time.

I got up to the office. Chatted with the desk girls and another woman in the waiting room. I wasn't taken back for 20 minutes. And weirdly they had me go to the infusion room. Strange. Then a medical assistant never came to speak to me. So no assessment. Weird. The woman who did my injections was the daughter of the main woman who does them, and she was nice but I had to ask her to weigh me and do my blood pressure. Everything felt like it was off today. Like everyone was super nice but it was just a weird time.

The injection went alright, though I felt like it was sitting on the surface under my skin and not actually in the muscle. At least it didn't bleed like crazy.

I did get blood taken though. The phelbotomist was very chatty and nice today and she used a butterfly needle which doesn't bruise as much so that was nice. And soon I had my new appointments set and I was off.

James has gone to the grocery store but was mostly just waiting for me in the car. We discussed dinner. They wanted to make roasted broccoli and smashed potatoes. Plus a protein for each of us. Sounded great to me.

I was mostly just really thirsty though. The drive home was kind of hard. Traffic, plus just a lot of turns. Made me not feel great. But I was very happy to be home.

I made an at home pink drink and came upstairs. James would play some of their video game before making dinner. And when they were done cooking we ate in our bedroom and just had a nice quiet evening.

I would take a bath. Sweetp was in a very playful mood and we were running and chasing up and down the hall. And they kept coming to the bathtub and licking my shoulder. Silly boy.

Now I am back in bed. James is researching sports statistics. And soon we will get ready to sleep.

James has work tomorrow. And I'm hoping to do studio stuff. But there isn't a huge plan for the day. Though there is a rocket launch Id like to try and see if possible. But it's not a huge deal of we can't. Light pollution downtown can prevent that for sure.

I hope you all have a great day tomorrow. Sleep well. Goodnight everyone!