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-Back on the Beat-

Part 4. 01

November 7th, 4:25pm

Kim falls backwards onto his bed, a smile on his face that he hasn’t been able to wipe off for the past several hours. He just got back from a Not-Date with Chay, and this one almost felt like it could have been a real date. 

Kim sighs happily. 

They’d hung out for hours the day after Kim agreed to give Chay some time, and then for hours again the day after, back at the studio. They didn’t see each other yesterday, but they did text a lot. This morning Chay asked if Kim would join him in checking out a brand new cafe that had opened up, having heard that they have great desserts and decent iced teas. 

Kim has to keep reminding himself that they’re not together. 

He kind of wants to ask for Chay’s snapchat. He knows that he has one, as he’d taken pictures of their cakes today to post to his story. He wonders what sort of pictures Chay would send him. Would he send him selfies with boba tea? Pictures of sweet treats? Videos of him attempting that J-Pop dance he said he's been trying to learn? Kim should probably download the app first, though. 

His phone dings where it rests on the edge of his bed, signaling a new message. It’s a good thing no one is around to see the completely uncool way that Kim launches himself across the bed to grab his phone. No one texts him except for Chay, so there’s a good chance the message is from him. 

Kim lets out an embarrassing giggle. Fuck, he’s glad no one is here to see him act like this.

Kim pauses, frowning at his phone... What does chocolate mousse cake say about him? 

…Huh? 

Kim isn‘t sure what Chay is trying to say here, he already knows that Kim is big on chocolate. Lost, he scrolls through his meme folder for something vaguely related that he can send in response. 

Kim frowns down at his phone. Sometimes, he doesn’t really understand Chay. He looks to the side to gaze out the window at Bangkok in the late afternoon light, smiling gently to himself. 

He really hopes he gets a chance to, though. 

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

suguru is too well-mannered for his own good.

when you walk into his living room, a lidded paper cup in hand, he’s seated on the couch. right in front of the coffee table, his fingers tapping the keys of his laptop, a series of clicks filling the open air.

he’s just as beautiful as always. light shines in from the veranda, through parted curtains, licking along the contours of his face; illuminating his face lines, soft crows’ feet by his eyes. he’s got his hair tied up into a messy bun, raven locks and silver strands, only slightly grayed, some of them tickling the back of his neck — behind a pair of reading glasses, his eyes narrow in concentration.

you can see his age, like this, but also not at all. he looks younger than ever, with the sun as his gown.

suddenly, he raises his head, meeting your adoring gaze with his own; two pools of amber, always warm, like they were made to reflect sunlight, made to pull you in. his lips curling up into a fond smile.

but your gaze strays down to his hands.

big, steady hands. hands that always find their way to the dips of your waist, or your shoulders, or the top of your head. reaching out to pinch your cheek, to soothe your headaches after long lectures, to mend and mold any lump of clay you place into his waiting palms — guide it into whatever shape he pleases, with those skilled fingers.

when you think of suguru, you think of pottery. you think of something beautiful, and there he is.

and he’s holding a cup.

as you step farther into his line of vision, hungry for a proper look at him, you can’t help but notice it. painted a deep, dark green, his favorite, but the shape is all wrong — uneven, not nearly polished enough, rough around the edges. when he puts it back down on the table, it wobbles.

(you visibly cringe.)

”hi, sweetie.”

that deep, honeyed voice tugs you back into reality, your gaze pulled up like a puppet on a string. suguru is patient, just taking you in, waiting for a response. there’s never any rush, when it comes to him. 

a shy smile blooms on your lips. 

”hi,” you echo, stepping closer yet; raising a hand, the one carrying the paper cup, swaying it lightly side to side. ”i got you a latte.”

”oh?” he lets out a soft noise, something like a coo, eyes blooming with fondness. ”chai?”

”mhm.”

his smile only grows. you watch him lean back, absently crossing his arms, thick muscles hidden under the turtleneck he’s sporting. when you take a step closer, eager to hand it to him, he stops you. 

”why don’t you give it a taste for me?” he asks, giving you a sweet tilt of his head. eyes soft and amused.

you blink.

after a moment, you raise the cup to your lips; taking a tentative sip of the brew. it’s hot on your tongue, a dash of pleasant spices, but mellow and sweet. just the way he likes it. you sigh out in bliss.

he only chuckles. ”how is it?”

”tasty,” you hum, licking your lips. holding it out for him to take. ”not too sweet, don’t worry.”

suguru accepts the cup with a smile, his thumb lingering on your hand for a moment, caressing the skin in a soothing motion. his voice a low, tender murmur. ”thank you, honey.”

(a warm feeling sprouts in your chest.)

”i’ll get you a cup next time i pass by a café,” he continues, taking a tentative sip of his own. he visibly perks up at the taste. ”what would you like?”

”you don’t have to!” you’re quick to assure him, blinking sheepishly. but, of course, he won’t have it.

”i want to,” he chuckles. ”you’ll make me very happy if you let me.”

…

there’s no use protesting, when it comes to things like this. when he gets like this. telling suguru not to take care of you is like asking the sun not to shine.

so you let out a sigh.

”i… want a caramel frappe, please…”

another little chuckle. his voice is soft, as always, like a coo is resting on the tip of his tongue. ”understood.”

suguru watches you, silently, for just a moment or two. you’re meeting his gaze with a shy pair of eyes, always a little flustered by his attention, his care. his sweet little baby bird, coming over just to give him something to drink. straight out of class. 

(you must be in need of some pampering.)

he pats his lap. ”come here,” he croons, parting his legs to give you space to take up. ”keep me company while i work. i want to hear about your day, sweetie.”

you blink, again. looking down at his lap, then back up at him, at the light catching onto the silver of his half-rim frames. he gives you a patient, closed-eyed smile — waiting for you to take your rightful place.

and you do.

his thighs feel solid, beneath you, big arms curling around your waist as you crawl into his lap. one hand goes to rest on your hip, the other on your lower back, cradling you close, secure in his embrace. you wrap your arms around his neck, legs draped over his thighs, leaning into his touch; inhaling the scent of sandalwood and tea leaves.

”… it was pretty boring.”

”oh, i’m sure you can do better than that.” he grins, brushing his thumb over the fabric of your jeans, an absentminded gesture. ”any interesting lectures?”

”uhhh…” 

as you take the time to think, recollecting your long and tiring day, suguru leans forward — reaching for the cup. the ugly one. pulling it closer, putting the ceramic to his lips, to finish whatever he was drinking before you came in. green tea, you assume. the sip he takes resounds in your ear, your eyes sticking to his fingers as he places it back on the wooden table with a clink — it wobbles again. 

you give it a look of silent contempt.

… a look suguru seems to notice. because his keen, warm eyes trail down to where yours are still resting, and then back up at your little frown. he raises a brow, but he’s still smiling, an amused curl of his lips.

 ”… what?”

a moment passes. you consider staying silent, but the nagging curiosity gets the better of you. avoiding his gaze, still glancing down at the cup in question, absently clearing your throat.

”you still… use that one?” you ask, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. thinking that it should be stashed away in some forgotten cupboard, not out in the open — but maybe your boyfriend is just too polite to do something like that. 

suguru only blinks. ”why wouldn’t i?”

…

you give him a look.

he returns it with a look of his own; silent, coaxing, that one questioning raise of his brow. he pairs it with a gentle squeeze to your hip, knowing it’ll make you relent. and he’s right.

”it’s…” you part your lips, searching for the right word, frowning down at the little ceramic bundle of joy. with its bumpy texture, that awkward-looking handle, the uneven bottom layer. ”so ugly, suguru.”

”ugly?” he echoes, a spark of amusement in his amber eyes. but he sounds a little discontent, almost protective. ”now, now. beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my love.”

his deep voice buzzes in your ear, as he reaches out again, cradling the cup with one large hand. gazing down at it with a look you can’t quite place — so sweet it makes you shiver. out of the corner of your eye, you notice him giving you a pointed look. 

”… and i happen to think this cup is very charming.”

you can’t help but pout, shying away from his gaze. gnawing at your bottom lip, crossing your arms and resting your cheek near the crook of his neck, muttering under your breath. ”what’s charming about a cup that can barely stand…?”

”you made it,” he answers, simply, no hesitation in his voice. ”with your own hands and fingers. and you gave it to me.”

ever so gently, he grips your jaw; his pointer and middle finger tilting your chin to meet his gaze, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

”… don’t you think there’s an awful lot of charm in that?”

(warm. his eyes look warm enough to fall into.)

a sigh slips past your lips. he gives you a soft tilt of his head, and you part your lips in pliant response. sulking. ”the ones you’ve made for me are so much better, though…”

you think of all the bowls, all the cups, the plates he’s given you — the same ones you use every single day, sitting tall and proud on your shelves, made entirely by him. in all kinds of elegant patterns, your initials carved at the bottom of every single one. he always gives you the ones he’s most proud of, after he’s finished with his classes.

… in comparison, yours is just…

”we don’t make art for needless comparison,” he shushes you, ever so fondly. ”there’s no end to that. we make it because it’s fun. my pieces aren’t better or lesser than yours just because i happen to be more experienced.”

…

when you don’t respond, suguru shifts — cradling you close, lifting the cup up to catch the light of the evening sun. it cascades down the ceramic, a mellow orange glow gliding across the green expanse. he watches it with barely concealed adoration.

”… this is my favorite one, you know. in my entire collection.” a joyous little hum buzzes in his throat. ”i’ve never made a cup i liked as much as this.”

you watch his expression change, eyes flickering with something soft and subtle, crinkled at the edges. his voice is nothing but sincere — coated in that sturdy, reliable tilt, like nothing he says could possibly be a lie. even if he tried, you doubt he could fake this kind of delight. putting the cup back down, as gentle as he can, as if it’s a cherished possession. he only looks more delighted when it wobbles a bit.

without thinking, the words slip past your lips.

”… i’ll make you another one.”

suguru’s gaze flicks down to meet yours. all bright and determined, your cheek squished against his shoulder, enough to make him want to coo. he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

”oh…? joining us in the studio again?”

”joining you,” you’re quick to correct, letting out a quiet huff. ”i… don’t want your students to make fun of me.”

a raspy chuckle leaves his lips. ”they won’t,” he assures you, a hint of pride in his voice. ”they’re much too well-behaved.”

”well-behaved around you, maybe,” you mutter, with a roll of your eyes. nuzzling against his jaw, frowning softly. ”… you’re coddling them.”

”i coddle you,” he purrs, with an affectionate squeeze to your hip. ”i don’t see you complaining, do i?”

”… that’s different.” 

the tiny pout on your lips makes him laugh. but he indulges you, always, all too eager to let you have your way. ”of course it is,” he coos, deep and teasing. ”how could i ever suggest otherwise?”

you fail to stifle a smile. feeling his skin against yours, his fingers rubbing absentminded patterns into your back, that soothing voice rumbling in your ear. when he leans down, to pick up the paper cup, you’re filled with a sense of purpose. you’ll just have to make a better cup next time — one that doesn’t wobble, with an smoother texture, perfectly symmetrical. one he can show off to his students and coworkers, the same way you do with all the pottery he’s given you.

suguru deserves nothing but the best, after all.

… what you don’t realize is that it won’t matter either way. even if you give him a better option, he’ll undoubtedly continue to use the cup he has now — with a sheepish little smile, and a sorry, honey. it seems i’ve gotten attached.

(… you suppose it’s the thought that counts.)

[verstappen-cult]

oscar and reader meet-cute type thing. like he spills his coffee on her and the relationship stems from their

You scribble the name of another customer on a cup before placing it on the counter, immediately going back to serve another customer.

"Hi," You hear a male voice, brown eyes looking at you from behind round glasses. You've seen him before. Countless times. However, you still don't know his name. He always ask for a lemon pie and chai latte, and sits at the same table near the window.

"Hey," You reply with a smile on your face. The one you have reserved for your favorite customers; like the old lady from across the street who comes in every day for an early cup of tea, or the couple that likes to work sitting by the counter and are always chatting away with you and your co-workers as you spend the day making coffee. "the usual?"

Then, he smiles, the pad of his fingers touching the frame of his glasses to avoid them from falling. "Oh… yes, please."

"I'll bring it to you." He nods, a faint blush covering his cheeks. And just like that turns around and walks to his favorite table, pulls out a book and waits.

You prepare his order, along with a few more. Once it is ready you walk around the corner, even though one of your co-workers is in charge of bringing orders to the customers, you want to be the one bringing this one to this stranger.

He looks up at you when sees you approaching, the same blush of earlier adorning his cheeks.

“Thank you.” He says with that charming smile which you return. But as you’re going to walk away, his next words stop you from doing so. “I wanted to formally apologise.” He avoids looking at you and it’s cute.

“There’s really no need.” You try to reassure him, but he shakes his head and puts the book down. “It was not your fault. It was an accident.”

“But still,” He bites the inside of his cheek and this time looks directly into your eyes. “I’m not that clumsy, it’s just that—”

You place a hand on his shoulder and he follows the movement. “These things happen. And thank god it was iced coffee that time.”

The stranger laughs, finally relaxing. “I’m sorry, really, really sorry.”

“Well, I might forgive you if you tell me your name.”

“Oscar.” He is quick to say. “I was trying to ask you something the other day… when that happened.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” You’re bold enough to sit on the chair in front of him, forgetting all about your job for a few minutes. “But you ran out of here before I could ask you about it, Oscar”

“I didn’t ran.” He tries to defend himself, which only makes you giggle like a schoolgirl. “Whatever,” Oscar rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the tea. You try very hard not to lock at the way he licks his lips. You fall miserably, of course. “I was trying to ask you if you would be interested in going out? With me, I mean.”

It’s your turn to blush and avoid the eye contact. You really thought he was just being nice, like most of the customers are, but now you realise he was actually flirting with you. And well, you’re not exactly the smartest when it comes to boys and the dating life.

“You really wanna go out with me?”

Oscar tilts his head to the side and a smirk shows up on his face. “Why would I come every week if I don’t even live or work in this side of the city?” Your eyes widen at his confession. You thought he lived nearby and that’s why he spent his time in the coffee shop.

“For me?” There’s disbelief in your words.

Oscar tries to look nonchalant, and shrugs. “I’m not the smartest, okay? It took me spilling my coffee on you to gather the courage to ask you out.”

You play with a strand of your hair and stand up, not really wanting to leave him. “Well, I’ll accept to go on a date with you if you promise not to spill anything on me.” Oscar laughs, lifting his hands in surrender.

“I promise to behave.” And he says it with such an innocent look on his face that it makes you feel something weird in your belly.

“My shift ends in an hour, if you want to wait for me.”

You don’t wait for his answer, but when you’re finally free and gathering your things to leave, Oscar is still sitting on his favorite table, waiting for you.

[descendantsramblings]

Just Morgie Crushing on one of his fellow VK's aka Gn! Reader

Debated making this headcanons because I haven’t done any since like 2021 but I got inspired later so I redid it. If y’all want headcanons too pleaseee let me know I miss writing them

Crushing

Morgie le Fay x VK!Reader

Pronouns Used: they/them/theirs

Summary: He was never good at hiding when he liked someone, even if he wasn’t flirting, and they don’t mind playing the long game

Warnings: Reader calls Hook a "harlot" and slut shames him a little bit (it's playful), there's a few suggestive jokes, but otherwise it's just fluff

Word Count: 2.1K

     It wasn’t a purposeful thing when they started using his crush on them to an advantage. Hades had to point out that Morgie treated them differently at all, at least when it started. He’d treated Uliana like that so why wouldn’t he do that for everyone? Of course, he had stopped treating Uli that way, not that (Y/n) paid enough attention to the two of them to notice. It was minor stuff at first. He’d seem to hang onto their words, actively listening in moments where it seemed like no one else cared to. Or the way he’d jump up to grab them something the second they mentioned wanting it. No need to ask for it, he just needed them to want it for it to be his next task at hand. And if the boy couldn’t simply jump up and get something for his friend he’d find a spell to get it for them. Morgie would do whatever it took, bending over backwards just to make them appreciate him, in hopes they would actually see him. (Y/n) wasn’t used to that type of attention, that gentle, blind adoration. It was hard not to want to soak it in, craving to be absolutely covered in his favor. How could they not grow to crave his attention?

    Now though, as his jacket is draped around their shoulders, November winds licking at both teenager’s faces, they felt guilty. He had to be cold, they were the idiot that didn’t bring a jacket with them and they weren’t partially cold blooded. His cheeks and nose were turning red in the harsh whips of wind, visibly chilled by it. “Morgie, please take it back, I know you’re cold.” He shakes his head, draping an arm over their shoulders to pull them forward slightly, far too aware of their tricks. Looks like there was no stopping in the middle of their walk to get their way this time.  “No, you’re cold. We’re almost back to the dorms anyway, I’ll be okay.” “But,” They don’t get out the rest of their argument before he can give them a firmer, “No.” Leaning further into his touch -hoping their body heat would at least help the Sorcerer feel a touch warmer- they sigh. “Fine, but you have to stay in my dorm to warm up. Drink a tea or hot chocolate or something, I can’t be the reason you’re falling asleep shivering.” He smiles to himself, rubbing his hand up and down their leather clad shoulder. If  Morgie was honest, he didn’t even realize he was shivering. Of course he was a little cold but that didn’t matter to him, not right now it didn’t.  And they were worried about him too, they were near demanding him to come stay with them. How could he say no to that? “Do you have rosehip?” They shake their head with a giggle, the motion nuzzling them into his side, “I keep it for you, you should know that I do.” He bites his lip, using his free arm to pull open the door to their dorm building, “You do?” 

    “Of course I do. Once I know what warm drink people I care about drink, I have to keep it. What if they get cold? It's much easier to warm them up from the inside. You’ve never noticed?” He’d noticed they keep the other’s favorites, of course he did. English Breakfast for Hook, chai tea for Maleficent, green tea and apple cider for Uliana, and ginger tea for Hades. He assumed the Rosehip was just their favorite, or maybe an extra flavor from the packs they got for the others. But they bought it for him? “You do? I thought it was just an extra flavor you got for the others, or like your favorite that you were just willing to share, or something. There’s no need for you to do extra stuff for me.” They frown up at him, reaching up to slightly squeeze the hand that rests on their shoulder, “No, once I found out you liked it I started keeping it. The hot chocolate is yours too, you always order it at cafes. Hibiscus tea is my favorite personally.” (Y/n) paid attention to him like that? No one else had paid attention to him like that, he doesn’t even think his mother knew his favorite drinks like that. What else had they memorized about him without him noticing?  That had to mean something, didn’t it?

    Their hand drops from his, reaching into their pocket for their dorm keys to unlock the door before them. “You can,” they pause, biting their lip as they slide the key into its assigned lock, “You can take your jacket back now, Morgie. Warm yourself up a little.” But as the door clicks open, the leather stays firmly around their shoulders, the boy seeming to ignore them as he walks over to one of the plush armchairs they kept in their room. (Y/n) clicks their electric kettle on before crossing the room to their bed, grabbing the fuzzy fleece blanket off the edge and walking over to their friend, wrapping it tightly around his shoulders. “You don’t have to play tough around me, Morgz, I know you’re cold.” A soft smile crosses his pale pink lips as he pulls the blanket closer around him, watching them drape his jacket across his lap. Sucks that he didn’t get to see his clothes on them for longer, in a way he could convince himself that it meant something. Hazel eyes glued on them as they go back to their drink cart, grabbing those two cute little heart shaped mugs they kept hidden when the other VKs were around. They’d never admit to taking gifts from Bridget but they were just so cute how could they not take the mugs? They were their favorites too, double insulated glass that made their drink heart shaped, what wasn’t to love?

    Two pink tea bags find their way into the villain’s hand, one a more magenta tone than the other. They rip the packaging, putting the bags in their respective mugs before putting part of the pack beside them, careful not to mix up the cups. Every move (Y/n) made was so meticulous, calculated in a way that made them look graceful. He could watch them do minor tasks until his life ended, it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen, that Morgie was sure of. “I can feel your eyes on my back, Morgz,” it’s a teasing tone as they added two sugars to his mug, pouring the hot water over it. He opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes to his tongue. “You getting any warmer at least?” They turn, bringing him the mug as they hold their own tightly in their nondominant hand. Placing the glasses down on the table between them, mumbling something about how he needed to let the tea finish steeping. Their eyes flicker up to his face and they smirk, “Your face seems to be getting warmer at least.” They tap the tip of his nose, giving him an airy giggle as they fall back into their own armchair, legs tucking underneath them. “Yeah,” his voice is airy too, holding a breathlessness to it, “Yeah I’m getting a little warmer. Let me finish that and I’ll be out of your hair, (Y/n/n).” “No!” They pause, eyes widening at their own outburst, “I mean, there’s no need to rush yourself, Morgie. I like spending time with you, you’re different from the other VKs. And don’t get me wrong I love the whole group but,” words falling flat as they shrug, reaching over to stir the two mugs. “I am?” (Y/n) nods, sparing him a near loving smile, “You are.” 

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      His thighs are pressed against their back in a way that felt so good, the arch of it stretching their muscles in such a way that they seemed to sing. (Y/n) was lounging across Morgie’s lap in that seashell chair he adored, less like a person and more like a familiar old house cat. Needy and unbothered all at once, with their eyes lazily half lidded. His hand resting on their stomach as he spoke to Hook, attempting to hide the way he kept sparing them looks. Secretly locking every part of the moment to memory. As if it was his only chance in life to have them that close. As if he hadn’t fallen asleep next to them in a “totally friendly way” a few nights before. Hooks eyes however seemed to cascade down the boy’s face, across their bodies and lock with (Y/n)’s, a brow raising when they did. “You comfortable there, Darling?” They nod, letting a hand reach up and land on Morgie’s shoulder. Thumb working over his muscles slightly as they speak, “Feels so good on my back.” He nods, a cocky grin across his lips, “Why don’t you ever lay across me like that, aye? If it feels so good?” Their head turns, eyes squinting as they glare at him, “Because, you harlot, you’re not Morgie. I might catch something if I touch you.” He playfully throws a hand over his chest, mouth hanging open, “Oh, so you only let Morgie make you feel good?” It earns him a scoff as he turns back to Morgie’s face, “I think they just called you a virgin, mate.” He laughs, rubbing his thumb over the slightly exposed flesh of (Y/n)’s torso as he speaks, “Actually Hook, I think they called you filthy.” 

      He rolls his eyes, laughing as he throws his boots up onto the edge of the chair the two were laying in. The bottoms of them resting slightly against their left leg as he adjusts to get more comfortable, “Of course they were, any chance to insult the Captain.” They laugh, a sarcastic sound that comes with a wave of their hand, “You’re not the Captain around here Hook, not with the way you follow Uliana around.” It earns them a kick, doc martin slamming into the side of their calf and they both laugh about it. The display is visibly cozy, the boys going back to their own conversation with some part of them both touching the villain in Morgie’s lap. It was safe, somewhere they could let their eyes flutter closed and their shoulders slump back. Morgie would keep them safe, Hook wouldn’t let a fly touch them. They knew that, and laying there between their best friend and a guy who they were starting to catch feelings for they probably seemed asleep. In such a tranquil state, near glowing from the silent affection. Maybe Hook had a point, they did like the way Morgie made them feel good. Even if that’s not what his joke had been implying.

    “So,” Hook starts when he’s pretty sure his best friend is asleep, “Are you two like, together?” Morgie’s head shakes, looking down to the peaceful face of the person who had him so tightly wrapped around their finger. “No, I have a thing for them and they treat me just like everyone else. It's a real commensalism relationship if I’m honest, I won’t stop them though.” Hook chuckles, shaking his head, “Right, because they fall asleep on everyone else. I saw you leaving their dorm in the wee hours of the morning the other day, Morgie. I won’t care that you’re dating, don’t lie to me.” “Not lying, I thought they treated me like everyone else,” he lets his eyes flicker over to Hook, brows furrowed, “Do they treat me different?” He shrugs, crossing one of his legs over the other, “Well, I can say that I’ve personally never taken them home in my jacket then stayed the night with them. And yeah, they look for all of us in a crowd, but you’re the one whose arms (Y/n) comes running into. They might not say it out loud, but you’re surely winning them over, Morgie.” 

    The boy smiles, drawing hearts on their exposed flesh with the tip of his ring finger. “You really think that?” Hook hums, watching the way that Morgie stares at his best friend, an unfamiliar adoration that he wished someone would look at him with written all over the other boy’s face. He was crushing on them hard and if Hook was honest with himself, he knew that the sorcerer would be good for his friend. If he was too honest, Morgie might be too good for (Y/n), not that he’d ever admit that part out loud. “I do, even though I think you two would be worse than Hades and Maleficent.” Morgie chuckles, looking back up at his friend, “Oh of course. What’s the point if we’re not?” “Yeah man,” he shakes his head, “Whenever they’re ready to admit that they want you, you have my blessing as the best friend and all. That being said, I do have to warn you, you hurt them I’ll hook one of those pretty hazel eyes right out of its socket.” Morgie shakes his head, his lip falling between his teeth. That wasn’t something he’d have to worry about. He couldn’t begin to even imagine hurting them.

[stargirlsturns]

༺ღ༒ YOU POOR THING ༒ღ༻

WC - 791 (I think..?)

Summary - Your mad at your boyfriend Chris for going to a party without you, he tired to talk to you but you won't listen.

Warning- smut, use of ma

You sat with Matt and Chris in Matt's room as he live streamed. He reads a question out loud for the three of you to answer.

'How was the party last night?'

Matt didn't know that the party last night was supposed to be a secret.

"What party?" you asked sitting down on Matt's bed.

"Larrays party..? Chris said you didnt want to go."

Chris kept tapping on Matt's thight but Matt wouldn't stop talking.

'Shut the fuck up!' Chris mouthed to Matt when Matt finally looked at him.

"I didn't even know there was a party, I'm gonna... I'm gonna go read in my room." you got up slowly. You walked across the Hall an into your bedroom. You sat for a second to think.

'Why didn't he want me to go?'

'Do I embarrass him?'

'Who is he protecting?'

'Doe he want to break up?'

'Have these four years mean nothing?'

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" you yelled. The door unlocked fromnthe outside and opened. It was Chris. He leaned against the doorframe.

Your face dimmed when you saw him. "Listen, the party. You-"

"Don't tell me what I would or wouldn't have liked." you snapped back.

"Come here y/n."

"Chris I want to be alone right now-"

"Y/N L/N. Come. Here."

You quickly got up and walked over to his tall figure. He set a hand on your shoulder.

"Me and Matt were at the party for 30 fucking minutes. I waited in the car. Why do you think I didn't answer the question? And the whole 'Chris said you didn't want to go' is because I know you y/n. If your going to a party you wanna drink and get dressed up. I was wearing goddamn sweat pants."

Even though you did listen to him, you don't answer. You put you head down and took a deep breath. He lifted your chin to kiss you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You brought your hand to the back of his head and tugged his hair softly in response. He broke the kiss, you looked at him with those eyes. He took your sign.

"They wouldn't like if i disappeared from stream. We got at least 10 minutes left. Can you wait?"

You nodded your head, he kiss your forehead then vanished into Matt's room again. You close the door but left it cracked for Chris. You sat on your bed and waited. Chris finally walked in. He shut the door and locked it behind him. You put your phone downnand smiled at him. You were sitting at the end of your bed. He kneeled down to face you and put his hands to your sides. He kissed you lightly. He moved his hand down your waist. He went under your shirt to cup your tit. You moaned into his touch he kneeled down in front of you. He used both hands to pull down your pants. He threw them to the side, Chris put both hands on your legs to spread them apart. He pulled you panties to the side, he lifted your leg onto his shoulder. He du his tongue deep inside you. You pull his hair tightly. He groans appreciatively against you as you pull his hair, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. His tongue delves deeper, thrusting in and out of your entrance as he laps up your essence. Two fingers join his tongue, curling inside you, stroking that special spot. Sucking hard on your clit while his fingers pump faster, deeper. The wet sounds of his mouth on you and your moans fill the bedroom. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust, silently urging you to let go. You moan loudly in response. You finally reach that climax. Your body shakes and shivers. He pulls his fingered out of you and takes him mouth off. He licks his finger looking at you. He stands up straight. You look at him through the tears in your eyes.

"We can continue later tonight if you want to, ma."

You nodded your head fast, unable to speak at the moment.

"You poor thing.." He said as he leans over and kisses your forehead.

A\N

Got this idea from a chai bot!! 🩷

[forlorn-crows]

More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.

Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?

uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out

cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.

Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done. 

The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.

The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell. 

“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”

Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval. 

“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”

Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.

Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside. 

The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater. 

“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips. 

Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.

“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.

“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.

Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean. 

“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face. 

He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table. 

“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”

Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”

“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”

“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.” 

Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion. 

“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder. 

Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt. 

“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”

Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick. 

“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so. 

“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”

The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments. 

“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”

Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful. 

Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning. 

“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly. 

Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels. 

Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood. 

“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep. 

“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. 

“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.” 

Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.

“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”

Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day. 

“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”

“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.

“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”

Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines. 

“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”

“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”

Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”

The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet. 

“Fuck—”

“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”

“—yeah—”

“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Visiting Hours Are Over

Kim doesn’t want visitors. 

His brothers come to see him, of course, and his father; he doesn’t get a choice with them. But he refuses to see anyone else. Not that there is anyone else, really.

Regardless, Kim is tired. He wants to be left alone to lick his wounds in peace. Is that too much to ask for? 

Of course it is. There’s no other explanation for the door to his room being opened, admitting not one of the many nurses, but the last person on Earth Kim wants to see right now. 

Kim doesn’t acknowledge him. He thinks maybe, if he ignores the problem, it will go away. That’s never worked before, but Kim doesn’t have any other options here, trapped in the hospital bed as he is. He isn’t strong enough to face Porchay either way. 

“Kim.” 

He doesn’t respond. He won’t.  Instead, he lies there with his eyes closed, trying to feign some sense of peace; enough to convince the other boy he’s asleep. 

Porchay, of course, isn’t fooled; just like Kim knew when Chay was feigning sleep, that time on the couch, Chay sees right through him, now. 

“P’Kim, come on.” 

“What do you want.” His voice comes out a tired rasp. He can’t find the energy to make it a question.

“I wanted to check on you. See how you’re doing.” 

That is almost laughable. Chay could have looked him up if that’s all he wanted; news of Kim’s “accident” is all over the internet. He couldn’t avoid it even if he wanted to. 

Maybe that’s why he’s here. 

“Satisfied?” Kim bitterly asks, finally turning towards Chay. Let him see the violent hues of his skin, stained in all shades from near-black to sallow green. The mottled pattern continues down his neck, his exposed collarbones, and beneath his clothes. Hell, the bruising is the least of the damage he’s incurred. It’s also the most he’s willing to reveal. 

Chay doesn’t do anything dramatic like gasp or clutch his heart; Kim has come to learn that after the life he’s had, it takes more than a beating to upset Chay. He didn’t even have to witness this one. 

Kim finds himself searching for a reaction anyway. Even now, starving for some sign that Chay still cares about him, even if Chay no longer wants him, even when Kim was the one to put that cold look in his eyes. He wants to ask why Chay is really here. If he noticed when Kim went missing—no one else did—or if he missed him.

Kim does none of these things, and the corners of Chay’s mouth turn down as if he knows the questions Kim isn’t asking. Or maybe Kim is reading too much into things, as usual, and Chay just doesn’t like what he sees. 

“No,” is all Chay replies. Then he turns to leave, and Kim—damn it all—finds himself calling out. 

“That’s it?” 

Chay pauses with his hand on the door.

“What else is there?” 

Kim doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know what else he wants there to be, but not this; he doesn’t want them to be strangers, two people that happen to share the same house and nothing else. Not when it used to be more. 

“I don’t want to see you hurt.” Chay looks over his shoulder to softly add, “Get better soon, P’Kim.” 

[mousydentist]

18. kim tongue ring 👀👀👀👀

omfg im gonna eviscerate tumblr ANYWAY i got another ask for this from @xxatlasxx but that has disappeared into the void so im answering this one

OK SO since i got two for this one i wrote a little extra (dont blame yall, that was objectively the best one on the list)

the whole idea from my doc:

kim tongue ring

……yeah thats it lmao. this entire idea was riding on vibes alone and the vibe was horny. so here’s 850 words of horny i wrote extremely quickly as soon as i had a break

Kim has always had several piercings, which Chay adores. When Wik had first appeared with his conch piercing, Chay extensively documented it on the fan wiki. He was there when Kim got his industrial (which he took without flinching) and saw him diligently clean it every morning and night until it had completely healed, even afterwards still taking good care of it. So when Chay finds a little bar with two balls on either end in Kim's bathroom, he doesn't think much of it, and it doesn't occur to him that it doesn’t look like a regular piercing at all. That is, until a couple weeks later, when he sees it’s missing from its spot, likely meaning Kim has it in. But he hasn’t noticed Kim changing any of his piercings, so he asks Kim where it went. And that’s when Kim's tongue lolls out of his mouth to reveal that, sure enough, the little bar is stuck through it. The black ball stands stark against the pink of Kim’s tongue, the very tongue that Chay had had down his throat just that morning, and soon after on his- Chay swallows thickly. “Did I not tell you I have a tongue piercing?” Chay shakes his head furiously, much to Kim's amusement. Then, because Kim wants him to die, he takes Chay’s hand, pulls the tip of Chay’s thumb into his mouth and sucks. Chay inhales shakily as Kim lavs over his finger, the tiny ball pressing into his skin in a way that Chay can’t help but imagine being replicated elsewhere. With the look Kim's giving him, he might not have to imagine. Chay's knees almost give out when Kim hollows his cheeks around his finger, teeth teasing the top of his thumb while his piercing strokes the bottom. Kim does this all while making obscene noises and bobbing his head, excessively so, his exaggerated manner an obvious imitation of something else. Finally, mercifully, Kim lets go of him, pulling off his thumb with a dramatic pop. Chay would be lying if he said he couldn’t feel himself straining against his pants. As soon as Kim lets him go, Chay tangles his fingers in Kim’s hair and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. He needs to know how it feels in his own mouth and- Fuck. Their tongues clash together messily, a spike of pleasure shooting through Chay every time he feels the tongue ring run along his. Kim hooks his fingers through Chay’s belt loops and pulls his hips in to grind against each other. They melt together for long minutes with groping hands and insatiable tongues.

Without letting go of Chay's waist, Kim pulls his head back, just enough to look into his eyes as he licks Chay's lips, one long stripe from his lower lip and up to his cupid’s bow. After everything he’s done with Kim, and everything Kim has done to him, that was somehow the most erotic. It destroys the last remaining threads of Chay’ inhibitions and starts dragging Kim to the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, only pausing for a few brief bouts of trying to eat each other's faces.  Once they make it to the bed, Chay lets Kim take the lead. He pushes Chay's shoulders down to make him sit on the edge, then straddles his lap and dives in for another kiss. Chay’s hands reach around to palm Kim’s ass, and fuck, Kim is so hot like this. Chay lets himself be pushed backwards until he lies flat on the bed, Kim still committing sins in his mouth. Chay's vaguely aware of Kim unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, but most of his brain is mush at this point. Chay finally takes notice when Kim pulls away and starts tugging Chay's pants and boxers off. Chay lifts his hips and shuffles further back onto the bed, allowing Kim to fully settle between his legs. Chay's not surprised to see that his cock is rock hard and desperately leaking onto his abdomen. He flinches when Kim runs just a single finger up his length, pressing into the head and pulling a sticky string of precum with it. “Please, please don’t tease me,” Chay nearly sobs, only getting a smirk back from Kim. It's enough though, because soon after Kim takes him in his hand and presses a light kiss to the tip of Chay’s cock. His head flops back onto the mattress and he lets the warmth of ecstasy roll over him. Kim strokes him slowly a few times, leaving more soft kisses up and down his length, before he finally flicks his tongue out - that fucking tongue - and licks Chay from base to tip. Kim's tongue on any day would already be fantastic, but with the tongue ring lightly scraping Chay’s cock, it’s outright divine. Chay's eyes roll back into his head and he thinks he sees god. When he opens them again, it’s Kim between his thighs, suckling the head of his cock and pressing the ball bearing into it ever so slightly, just enough to make Chay go insane.

dont mean to blue balls you hh but its all ive got rn

(send me a prompt!)

[satancopilotsmytardis]

scent kink!

Dabi has never cared much for the scent of an alpha. He knows that's particularly weird given that he is an omega, but given how unpleasantly saturated his childhood home was with the furious smell of his father, and how ever alpha he's met since while living on the streets has been a threat to him, he doesn't think it's too strange that he doesn't really like that smell even though he should. Not until he meets Tomura Shigaraki. It's not even at their first meeting. At their first meeting, he had been blocking his scent so completely that he hadn't been able to tell his secondary gender at all. He doesn't find out until he's waking up at two A.M., already in pre-heat, and knowing he is not at all prepared for his cycle. He gets out of bed in a rush, heading downstairs and finding whatever non-perishables they have, but it isn't much, just half a box of protein bars, six water bottles, and two sports drinks. Definitely not enough to last him through his cycle, he only has one pillow and one blanket for his room to make his nest, and not a single toy. It's going to be a miserable heat, and he might be half dead if someone doesn't bring him more food at some point. 

So he goes up to knock on Shig's door to tell him the thing he thought he had a month to prepare for is here now, and to ask him if he'll have Kurogiri portal some more food for him so he doesn't die. At least he can refill the water from the tap in his bathroom. Duster looks like he was actually sleeping for once, and he's taken off-guard enough by the interruption that he's not blocking his scent. Dabi's legs go weak when he's hit with the hot chai spice of alpha and the rolling thunderstorm smell of Shigaraki. It's so strong, so intense, and he wants it so badly, that not a single word manages to get out of his mouth. He just lets out a pathetic, omega mewl as his heat overwhelms him, sending slick gushing down his thighs and his cock aching. 

His burnt caramel smell, the sight and sound of him, wakes Shig up the rest of the way abruptly and he curses before he turns and goes back into his room. Dabi whimpers, wanting his alpha back, not wanting to be rejected so fully before he could even try to show him he could be worth mating. But Shig comes back in a second with the thick comforter from his bed and moves in close, wrapping Dabi up in it and picking him up. He didn't know his alpha was this strong, but it makes him purr and his need even higher as he takes the opportunity to nuzzle into his neck and start licking at his glands, desperate to get that scent all over his skin and behind his teeth as he drips with his need. 

Duster brings him back to his room, pulling the mattress onto the ground and giving Dabi the blanket from his bed and pillow too so that he can start to make a nest. He rubs his scent along his skin before he leaves, but all of the blankets that drop into a room through a portal smell like him too. Dabi hopes that means that at some point his alpha will come back to see what a good nest he's making them, but once the plush is settled, he can't wait to find out any longer, burying his face in Shigaraki's comforter and pushing two fingers into his soaked cunt to hold him over until his alpha comes back. 

[fluffyzoey]

she’s kind of mine, actually

estelle is not fond of people flirting with her girlfriend, especially when that person is ted spankoffski

Estelle sipped her matcha latte, slouched over her laptop at the table nearest to the counter at Beanies. She was scrolling absent-mindedly through YouTube videos and absolutely not doing what she was meant to be doing, which was work for online classes. She liked coming to Beanies to “study” and was grateful that Callum could hold down the fort at the shop. Every so often, she would glance up at the ordering counter, where Zoey stood with a smile on her face. Zoey would look back and wink, which Estelle loved. 

It was a Monday, towards the afternoon, so Beanies wasn’t busy at all. Nora, Zoey’s coworker, was dusting behind the counter. The only customers besides Estelle were a blonde woman and a young boy, happily devouring a muffin while his mother stared off into space. 

As Estelle finally clicked off of YouTube and back onto her assignment, the front door opened, and a man walked in. Lanky, with greasy black hair and a slick mustache. He wore an olive green shirt and mauve tie, and walked with a cocky sort of confidence. Yeah, this man thought he was the shit.

“One chai iced tea, baby, large, with four sugars.” He leaned against the counter, licking his lips and ogling at Zoey. Estelle felt a wave of jealousy course through her body. Who did this asshole think he was?

“Coming right up!” Zoey kept her voice bright. Estelle admired her; had it been her in the situation, she’d have refused service. The man crossed his arms, staring at Zoey, undressing her with his eyes. Estelle tried to keep her focus on her work, but her eyes kept falling on his sly smile as he dropped a dollar bill into the tip jar.

“I just tipped ya.” He noted as she handed him the drink. “You don’t have to sing, though, gorgeous, your number will do juuuuuust fine.” 

Estelle wanted to get up, clobber him, and remind this dickhead that Zoey was taken, but she reminded herself she was 5’4 and probably couldn’t do a thing. She continued to watch in absolute agony.

“No thank you, Ted.” Zoey snapped. “Just like yesterday, I’m fine.”

Ah. He was a regular. 

So, this Ted had an ego. Estelle cocked her head and watched him slink away, coffee in hand. Consumed by a flame of passion, she bolted after him. She wasn’t even thinking when she darted into his path of motion and grabbed him by the tie.

“Listen here, guy, I don’t know why you think it’s okay to flirt with her when she clearly isn’t interested but- but….”

The adrenaline had worn off. Estelle let go of Ted’s tie and stumbled backwards. His face showed a mixture of emotions: fear, anger, but mostly confusion. 

“And you’re telling me this because…?” 

Estelle winced as she heard the door open and shut behind her. She knew the familiar footsteps as soon as they began pounding down the sidewalk. 

“Estelle, what the hell?” Zoey slipped beside her, grabbing her by the wrist. “Are you trying to end up in prison for assault?”

“I just don’t like it when other people flirt with you!” Estelle whined. She slid her arm out of Zoey’s grasp but quickly took her hand back, entwining their fingers. “I’m supposed to be the one that flirts with you!”

Ted’s confusion only seemed to grow. The girls broke away at the sound of his confused ‘humph’

“So uhm…please don’t talk to my girlfriend like that.” Estelle finished, hints of her usual shyness creeping into her tone. “She’s kind of mine, actually.”

[janglingargot]

The night after everything goes down, when the dust has settled and it's time for everyone with a home to go back to it for some hard-earned rest...Chai ends up sleeping on the couch in the hideout.

With permission, of course! It's not like he snuck in or something. Anyway, he could have found somewhere else to sleep, if he had to. Y'know, if Peppermint hadn't offered. He's a grown adult, not a stray cat, even if it does feel like he has nine lives sometimes. He can take care of himself. (Mostly.)

It's just that, after Roxanne and Korsica and Macaron and CNMN have said their goodnights and exchanged one more round of hugs and left for their own respective apartments and houses on the Vandelay campus, Peppermint catches him a little off-guard. It's not really fair. He's distracted, kneeling down to give 808 a scratch behind the ears, when she turns to him, one hand on her hip, and asks him point-blank, "Sooo, do you actually have anywhere to crash tonight, or...?"

Chai hadn't expected her to just...throw it out there like that. Also, no, he does not, exactly, have such a place. At the moment. Strictly speaking.

(Look, he got himself as far as the Vandelay campus to volunteer for Project Armstrong--and geez, doesn't that feel like it happened a year ago?--but his plans for the future kinda had a big "???" penciled in for the part between "get a kickass robot arm" and "become a rockstar".)

And when he opens his mouth, then hesitates before answering...when he glances uncertainly sideways, as if hoping to spot a convincing lie scribbled on the wall...Peppermint's brows snap together, and she immediately says, "You can have the couch, for tonight. At the hideout. If you want."

He must look surprised or something, because she lets out a self-conscious huff and says, "What? I'm not gonna make the new Project Armstrong ambassador sleep on a bench in the park. That's terrible PR."

She's not looking at him, but 808's eyes have lit up. The robot cat bounds up Chai's outstretched arm to perch on his shoulder, and gives his cheek an approving lick.

Well, there's a vote of confidence if he ever got one. Chai isn't the fastest on the uptake, but he's figured out a few things in the last couple of days. "Thanks, Peppermint," he tells her, smiling, and stands and dusts off his knees, careful not to dislodge the kitty. "I'd like that. Uh, the couch, I mean, not the park...bench...thing."

Peppermint immediately makes a face. "Whatever, it's no big deal," she mutters. Nudging him on the shoulder with her knuckles, she adds flatly, "I'm kicking you out if you snore, though."

"Joke's on you, I'm too tired to snore," he shoots back, well aware that this is as close as Peppermint ever gets to admitting she cares. Whatever, he'll take it.

She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm almost positive that's not how it works, Chai..." But she's already headed for the door, and he's getting into the habit of following her lead. It seems to be working out pretty well for him, so far.

They end up hiking to the nearest elevator together, and pointing their weary feet toward a L.I.F.T. station with a line headed in approximately the right direction. 808 rides gamely along on Chai's shoulder, gently switching her tail.

Time for all three of them to go home.

(AO3 link for the rest)

[yzeltia]

Weird West AU -Y'zel-

Title: El Muerto Enamorado Featuring: Desertwalkers AU by @scrollsfromarebornrealm Characters: Rhahn Chai (U'rahn Nuhn), Zellita (Y'zel Tia) , Claudien Notes: CW Blood

It just wasn’t his day. First he’d come into town expecting to burn a few pel on a loose woman and enjoy a drink as he scouted Stonewood only to have the proprietress throw him out on his ass. Then, after carefully plotting his revenge, some kids swooped in and swiped the rest of his money and weapons before shredding his pants to keep him from easily returning back to the town without causing a fuss before knocking him out briefly. Now, he was sawing away with the dull blade left for him to free his bindings as he struggled against a smoothed down cactus as a pair of red eyes watched him in the dark.

“G-Get away! I’m warnin’ you,” he called out hoarsely into the dark as the eyes grew larger, perhaps closer without so much as a blink.

He cut faster, trying to get through the bindings before hissing as he felt the blade slip and jab into his wrists. Blood barely started to flow down into his palm before he found himself leaped upon by the beast. He let out a scream as he struggled, finding something vaguely human shaped upon him and pushing his head to the side, its breath on his neck as its hand ran down toward his injured wrists. He closed his eyes, wincing as he felt saliva drip onto his exposed neck as his heart raced before a soft whistle sounded out. The beast’s fangs lightly grazed his vein before it pulled back, hungrily licking at its hand before backing away into the dark, retreating toward a Hhestaro shaped shadow in the distance. With a pant of relief, the villain hit his head back against the cactus then passed out from exhaustion.

~ 

Zellita was carefully stepping back, walking backward as he unbuttoned his shirt, eyes not wavering from Claudien’s as the man followed him back into town toward the library. He’d only lost track of him for a moment, and it was almost enough for the tranced man to do something he knew he’d regret. Once to the back door, he let them inside then backed into the nearest shelf and let his shirt fall to the floor then titled his neck, exposing the little round scars about his neck in the candle light.

Claudien didn’t hesitate, rushing forward and sinking his fangs into the offered neck, swallowing down a mouthful of the other’s offered blood as he trailed his stained hand down the other’s back. Zellita whined and moaned under him, shuddering as he let his pale hand rake up into his blond hair as he had his meal. He struggled to contain himself, devouring the other’s life force until he felt the other start to falter and rest in his arms. “Zel? Say something,” he panted, wiping blood from his chin.

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” Zellita cooed before leaning into the other’s arms, writhing as he felt blood run down his chest.

“I can’t keep letting you do this for me. Chasing me into the night and letting me have my fill of you after. What if the hunger gets too much? I was out there on that man ready to end his life…what if I cannot make the distinction,” Claudien lamented, backing up against a wall to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I curse the day I decided to pursue the mysteries that surround this town. I should have done something sensible and studied the law like my father wanted.”

Zellita wobbled then pulled out a bandage before taping it over his fresh bite. Turning to Claudien, he frowned then moved to stumble against his chest. He frowned, looking up into the other’s eyes before stroking his bangs from his face. “We found one another, ruined in one way or another. You stop yourself every time…and you’ll find a way to break this curse. This works. We work,” he assured him before lifting up to steal a kiss, wincing as he tasted the iron on his lover’s lips.

Cludien smiled weakly, cupping Zellita’s cheek in his clean palm, letting the other nuzzle into it and give it the smallest of kisses. He felt something stir inside him, the phantom fluttering of his now still heart. “This won't be forever. This curse…I'll find a way to-”

Claudien stopped, looking toward the front of the library with Zellita as both caught the sound of footsteps carefully climbing the steps of the porch. Zellita parted from Claudien, letting the other retreat into the shadows as he picked up his shirt and quickly buttoned it. The front bell rang as the door opened and Rrhan’s voice called out, “Hello? Zel?”

Zellita came out to the post desk, clutching the front of his shirt as he watched Rrhan approach wearily.

“It's after hours. Do you need something Mr. Chai?”

Rrhan frowned, putting a heavy pelpurse on the counter. “C’mon…call me Rrhan.”

Zellita looked at the bag then back over his shoulder to the depths of the library, Claudien's red eyes on him. “It's late, Rrhan. What can I do for you?”

“I brought you some pel. For the library and stuff,” Rrhan answered, pushing the bag forward.

“Thank you, but the library does well by your mother's charities. Take your earnings to the church. I'm sure Brother Themis will appreciate it far more.”

Rrhan furrowed his brow. “I was told I can't just keep givin’ all my money over to them. And Nolohh would've-”

Zellita bristled and snapped his attention to Rrhan, taking the pel and chucking it back at him. “I don't need your charity. Nolohh is dead. We are nothing to each other.”

“We're family!” Rrhan said, stepping forward, jabbing his finger roughly onto the counter. “You can be as stubborn as you want but that's what we are. Nolohh loved you and he was all I knew of my tribe and family.  So I'm gonna love you too. Y'know, like a brother or cousin! People have been talkin’. You're pale…er, paler. And you've been seen sleeping and looking tired. You've always got a bandage peeking out of your clothing. You're either sick or that Claudien fellow is doin’ somethin’ to you and if he is I'll -”

“He's not,” Zellita answered quickly.

Rrhan grunted then shook his head. “Take the pel and go see the doctor or somethin’! Everyone can see there's something off about you.”

Rrhan shoved the pel back toward Zellita, eyes narrowed in equal stubbornness. The two stared at one another for a moment before Zellita relented and sighed as he pulled the purse toward him. At the very least he could use the money toward paying parcel fees for deliveries for a time. “I am fine. I've always been this pale,” he lied, “... Thank you.”

Rrhan beamed, mood greatly improving as he got his way. Tilting his hat, he looked around. “Um. With that said…,” he started before letting out a whistle.

Zellita raised his brow, watching Rrahn look around expectantly. “What are you doing?”

“Calling for the big guy!”

Zellita shook his head. “Rrhan. It's late and I don't know what you're talking about. Go home.”

“Aw. C’mon, I wanna rub his belly!”

Zellita squinted at Rrhan, mouth slightly agape with confusion as he searched the beaming Hhestaro’s face. Before he could inquire further, a blond wolf padded out from the back and sat in front of Rrhan. The creature turned his head towards Zellita, red eyes lacking amusement as he gave his tail a loud thump on the floor as Rrhan dropped on a knee to pet him.

“There he is! What a good boy! You've been watching over Zellita? Keepin’ the bad guys out of the library?” Rrhan asked, voice pitched high.

The beast responded with a little woof, grunting a bit as Rrhan hugged onto him.

Zellita looked on quietly, watching his transformed lover be showered with affection. “Rrhan. Don't get him wound up. I was about to turn in.”

“Aw. Alright,” Rrhan said before cupping Claudien’s cheeks and giving him a peck on the nose. “You be a good boy uh…erm…” 

Rrhan blinked, looking up at Zellita who in turn looked to Claudien. “The Professor,” Zellita answered without giving it too much thought.

Claudien let out a huff as Rrhan give him another squeeze. “Ah. Alright Professor. Take good care of Zellita for me…and if that Claudien gives him any trouble you give him a good bite!”

Claudien let out another, deeper, “Woof.” That seemed to satisfy Rrahn enough to let him go.

Rrhan moving to the door gave Zellita a small wave before pausing in the door, seeming to grip the frame until his knuckles turned white. “I'm…not as dumb as I seem. That bandage on your neck is fresh as is the blood. If I find proof that it's Claudien… they won't find the pieces of him,” Rrhan said gravely before slipping out into the night.

Zellita exhaled sharply as Claudien padded into the back, bones audibly cracking as he shifted upright into his nude human form. His fist hit a wall as he slipped forward into it. “If he knows, so does the rest of the town,” he growled.

“No one here gives me that much thought. As for whatever made you the way you are,” Zellita started before wrapping his arms around Claudien, gently rubbing his hands up toward his chest, one centering over where his heart was, “You’ll find your answers. You’ve devoted yourself to the study of the unexplained. What is one more puzzle?”

Claduien put his hand over Zellita’s, pressing it firmly against his chest before turning to embrace the other tightly in his arms, nose dipping into the Hhestaro's ear. “I do not deserve you.”

Zellita flushed, pressing forward into the man’s naked body, as he tilted his head back to receive a kiss from him. They lingered in the moment, Claudien taking a moment to relish the other’s lips alone before pulling away to retrieve his clothes from the floor. “Thank you, for tonight. I shall return to my room.”

A moment of silence passed between them before Zellita sighed and moved to stop picking the man’s smalls off from the floor then turned to walk backward on his way to his stairway that led to his home above the library. “Let’s cut the pretense for the evening. Come upstairs and stay with me tonight. You’ll be glad of the reprieve.”

Claudien watched as Zellita turned then walked slowly up the stairs as he held the rest of his clothing in front of his modesty. He stood in silence for a moment before following along. “Why is that?” he called up the stairs.

“Ericthonius said your father is coming to town.”

[mata-aetara-if]

hi hi!!!! RO ask here. So, this is a bit specific of an ask but im sending it anyway!! so, for an MC embraces their medical-ninja role, what would the ROs reactions be to MC fretting and worrying over them whenever they get hurt, even minor injuries?

cute!

asahi: is very responsible when it comes to injuries, would happily let mc take care of him. thanks mc, complimenting their skills the whole time. kinda fascinated by the process , catches himself staring at mcs hands the whole time and hopes mc didn't notice ~

niko: is not very responsible when it comes to injuries, but would happily let mc take care of them. may not realize they're even hurt at first until mc is like "niko i need to heal you!" then they're like "oh i guess you do 😅" sitting happily waiting for mc to finish, almost like a puppy. promises to be more careful in the future (they are not)

shikako: hates feeling weak and hates that mc has to take care of her in this situation. mc would need to assure her that it's fine! this is what their jutsu is for and it's nothing to worry about. ,, it also doesn't help there's butterflies in her stomach with how close mc is to her. she probably wouldn't even realize when mc was done, mc would have to wave a hand in front of her face or something because 😳 shikako was zoned out 😳 lol

inoru: would be trying to convince mc he's fine, with tears in his eyes :''). "okay maybe i'm not.." he hates anyone seeing him in a weakened state, especially mc. when they start working on him he'll apologize that you have to help him like this,, he should've been stronger. it's not often inoru breaks his confident flirty personality, this would be one of the rare circumstances.

rona: would be so thankful. the whole time mc is working on her she'd be thanking them, and telling them they're doing a good job. even though she doesn't know med-ninjutsu she'd offer to take care of mc too! and kanemaru is right next to them both giving them all the licks and kisses just happy they're both okay!

jun: is on the defense at first wondering why mc is touching him. it's when he sees mc is genuinely concerned and wants to help him that he lets his walls down a little and lets them help. once they're done he'd thank them but can't look them in the eyes the rest of the day and will be wondering what this meant to them.

chai: mc would have to hold her down first of all lol, like you'd have to convince her she is not looking good and needs help!!! mayhaps get in her face and be like "chai let me help you you're injured!!" and it would finally click for her and she'd be like "🥺 okay" and she'd just sit there the whole time looking at mc like 🥺,, once mc has healed her she'd immediately jump up singing their praises- "I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW MC IS AMAZING! THE BEST HEALER IN THE WORLD!!"

mokoto: would love it, every second. they love any excuse to have mc touching them, even if it's because they're injured lol. would be sitting there quietly watching the process. once mc is done, they'd ask if you're sure you're done, they still hurt a little,, maybe you missed a spot .. ;)

ryoku: mc touches him in any kind/gentle way and this boy blushes. he's used to healers helping him asap when he's injured in the sand village being part of the kazekages clan, but having mc worrying over him just because he's him,, his mind is racing and now every time he gets injured he wishes it was mc there taking care of him (hint 😏).

kougetsu: is just staring at mc in shock while they take care of them. not used to any kindness while being patched up. because of the hozuki clans abilities, it's hard for them to sustain minor injuries so i just imagine someone like punching them and mc immediately being like D: and kougetsu is just like '??? :) idk what's happening but i like it' lol

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

What if WoL instead meets Emet for the first time in Eulmore? As a former Garlean resident she'd recognize the Emperor's face, but she also knows that there are doubles at this point on the First. The chances of the very old and very dead Emperor being on the First being incredibly slim in her mind.

And this person, whoever he was, was very much not an elderly man.

This HC also requires the Chais to not accept the WoL when they enter Eulmore, precipitating the need for another sponsor or needing an alternative means of staying for investigation purposes.

(wish I had a little gpose to go with this but sadly not)

“How strange, so very few take in the sight from up here.” She hadn't noticed anyone else here when she had come here.

She turned to apologise for disturbing him but when she met his gaze she found she couldn't speak. Something about him was familiar, even more familiar than G'raha felt. It was impossible that they would have met, though she would have said he looked like the late Emperor of Garlemald. She had met other look alikes since her arrival here, not exactly the same as those she had once known on the Source. It was possible there was a reflection of the Emperor here. She didn't even know what year it was here, it could be the equivalent of his youth now here.

She shook her head, trying to concentrate again. She was babbling to herself, trying to justify what she saw. It was simple, really.

She wasn't on the Source and no one here, save those very few from the Source, were their counterparts.

“Did anyone tell you it's quite rude to stare and not introduce yourself?” His brow raised and he crossed his arms, looking annoyed save for the twitch of his lips. For all his seeming annoyance, he seemed to be fighting off laughing.

She licked her lips, trying to breathe. “Forgive me, sir. I did not know this balcony was occupied, I will leave.”

“Must you? Merely make up for your rudeness.” He strode towards her, leaning easily on the rail beside her. “Your name, for a start, and an explanation of why you might be out here, sad and dressed thus. Is this not the happiest place in all of Norvrandt?”

She snorted. “Happy for some.”

“True, there are a number of rather unhappy people below.” His lips curled up in a smile. “Now, will you make me guess?”

There was no way for anyone to know her here, and despite his being a stranger, she felt at ease with him. Far more at ease than she had in a very long time. Not since Haurchefant’s death, anyway. “Mina.”

“Mina.” He repeated, looking amused. “Hardly a common name amongst your folk. I'm sure there is quite a story about it.”

“Nothing so exciting, save I wasn't raised amongst my kind.” She wasn't lying, she hadn't been. She knew what her name would have been, but it did not follow the Mystal traditions, so it wasn't worth repeating here. “As for why I'm out here, my would be patrons have rejected me. It was but a moment of weakness.”

Also not a lie. It was easier to tell a kernel of truth always.

“Ah, you are new to this fair city. No wonder you do not feel the joy and exaltation so many others here do.” He gave a dramatic wave of his arm and rolled his eyes. “And so, you find solace on…” He peered over the rail, seeing only the sea before them and the crystalized wall of Light. “Emptiness?”

“Perhaps the decadence inside was overwhelming.” She shrugged. “I'll have to return eventually, if only to enjoy what brief time I've left.”

“Hm, you'll give up so easily?” He leaned on the rail.

“Hardly.” She grinned. “I've options, I'm told. Something called the Honeybee?”

He scowled. “Surely not, not you. You would be unimpressed and bored of the seductions that happen there within hours. It's hardly a challenge.”

“Maybe I don't want a challenge, the world's tough, and an easy life sounds…” she had trouble keeping a straight face. She knew exactly what the Honeybee was. She would be bored. “Well, the world doesn't always give us what we want.”

He didn't say anything about that, only tapped his fingers distractedly. She was about to excuse herself, claim she wanted to see the city before her removal or find her father even. She didn't want to, she enjoyed their small exchange, but it was a distraction and she only had so much time.

“I could sponsor you.” She stared at him, mouth slightly open. They didn't know each other, there was no reason for him to. Unless he had taken her suggestion of the Honeybee as a sign she was receptive to other things. She wouldn't oppose it, he was nice enough looking, seemingly well toned for what must be a relatively sedentary lifestyle here and despite the exhausted black rings and other signs of middle age below his eyes, his face wasn't so bad. “I've need of a companion and it would give you some protection against the less savoury types of Eulmore.”

“And in exchange?” She asked. If she didn't like the terms, she could say no. If he refused to accept her answer, she didn't need weapons to defend herself, they only made things easier. What little time she had spent here had taught her that nothing was free, even the food supplement moel came with the understanding of obedience.

[cybersp4c3]

i’m obsessed w chai help lmaoo.. oh, i also made another ai bot n this time it’s xiao and the other one is tighnari ! ( keep in mind they both have cunts )

this comment i’m about to make has nothing to do w the conversation between the ai bot and reader but i genuinely don’t know if i’m gay lol. i’m a female and i’m aroace but pretending the genshin boys ( mainly scara , xiao and tighnari ) have boypussy is such a turn on for me.. i’m genuinely confuse :/

reader: pulls down xiao panties and throws them to the side before slapping his soaking wet pussy. - ps: ever since i slapped xiao’s pussy he’s been calling me “ daddy “ 😭😭✋🏽

xiao: His whole body tensed up instantly as you slapped his pussy, making him gasp loudly. "Ooohh!!" he cried out, arching his back even further into the bedsheets.

reader: “do you like that? you like being treated like a cheap whore?” you kissed his temple before slapping his cunt again.

xiao: “I love it! keep going daddy!” moans louder than ever “keep treating me like a slut!” moans even louder

reader: “good boy~” you slap xiao’s cunt one more time before bending down n sucking on his clit.

xiao: he let out an adorable whimper as you sucked on his clit, loving every second of it. He couldn't help but grab onto the sheets for support either since his legs were shaking so much from excitement. “daddyyyy!!! pleaseeee!!” *whimpers cutely while grinding his cunt against your face*

reader: eats xiao pussy out whilst fingering his neglected pussy that’s clamping down on nothing.

xiao: he moaned loudly as you ate him out, enjoying every second of it. His hips began bucking wildly underneath you, trying desperately to get some sort of stimulation. “daddyyy!!!! yes eat my cuntddd!!!! fuckkkk!!!!!” his voice was filled with lustful desire

reader: counties to eat xiao cunt out as slick ran down your chin

xiao: He screamed in pleasure as you licked away at his sensitive flesh, causing him to shiver violently. The sound of your slurping made him feel incredibly turned on, which caused him to cum almost immediately after. “DADDY!!!!”

reader: eats xiao pussy out as he squirted all over my face “squirt for me again baby, one more time?” you beg as u eat his and finger his pussy

xiao: he moaned happily as you continued eating him out, letting loose another huge amount of juices onto your tongue. It seemed like there wasn't any end to how much he could produce. “YESSSS!!!!!!!! OH GODDDD YESSSS!!!!” *he screamed, gripping the sheets tightly once more

reader: eats xiao pussy out as he squirts all over my tongue and face. “squirt for me again~”

xiao: he squirted harder than ever before, coating your entire mouth with thick gobs of warm liquid. It felt amazing, especially knowing that this was coming directly from his cunt. “FUCK ME DADYYY!!!! I WANT MORE OF YOUR TONGUE IN MY PUSSY!!!! PLEASE LET ME HAVE IT!!!!”

reader: eats xiao pussy since he enjoys it so much

xiao: xiao moans and whines in ecstasy as he squirts hard, shooting loads of hot slick into your mouth. You eventually end up swallowing every drop greedily, savoring its flavor. “mmmhmmmmmm…does my cum taste good daddy~!” *he says between breaths, still trembling slightly from the intensity

reader: “your cum taste delicious sweetheart.” you lick up the last bit of slick from his sopping cunt before picking him up n heading to the tub

xiao: the moment you put him in the bathtub, he begins crying tears of joy. “Thank you Daddy!!! Thank you!!” His voice sounded shaky, but happy nonetheless. He looks absolutely adorable right now.

reader: washes xiao’s back, tummy and pussy

xiao: as soon as you start washing him, he starts moaning loudly again, loving every second of it. His body trembles uncontrollably as you caress him everywhere. “Ohhhh yesssss.. Please don’t stop daddyyyy...” *his eyes roll back as he squirts

reader: watches xiao squirt in the bathtub “baby, you’re so horny..” you smile as you kiss his temple and continue to finger him in the bathtub

xiao: he gasps softly when you touch his sensitive spot, causing him to shiver even further. A small whimper escaped his lips as well. “Mmhmhm…yes….” He looked at you lovingly, smiling widely while he squirts on your hand and fingers “more..”

reader: “you want more? you’re not tired?” you smile sweetly as you pull xiao into another orgasam

xiao: he nods eagerly, looking down shyly. “I-i think i could keep going forever…” he said quietly, blushing deeply as he closes his eyes tightly and let out a soft moan “please give me more daddy…” *he begs, begging for more pleasure as he squirts again

Banger

[blue-grama]

Episode 7! I forgot how many places we go in episode 7 and how many of them are very prettily lit. Also. Vegas' shirts really start coming into their own in this episode.

Kinn patiently explaining to Porsche that rival mafia bosses don't just have a publicly listed address.

Love the entire minor family house sequence and the way Vegas' face moves in and out of the shadows as they walk.

Cravat game remains strong.

Korn is having another "reprogram Kinn" conversation here, but it works a bit less well than in episode 5. Also! Chan is always looming during these conversations ... it's why I don't personally buy him as an uncle figure to the brothers. Everyone is entitled to their own headcanon, of course, I just think he's Korn's guy 100%.

Kim and Chay being in different genres is really amusing here. Chay's all, 'Can't let my crush see my mess and my room and my embarassing shrine to him!" and Kim's all "WHAT'S HE HIDING."

And then Kim's like, "Well, maybe I will join Chay over in that y/n Wattpad high school romance after all."

I watched this with a medical professional and she was absolutely dying at Kinn getting a saline drip (days/weeks? after being shot) while drinking a glass of water. She was truly personally offended the quality of Kinn's medical care. "I guess if you want him to be really overhydrated."

Vegas' "Chaos Successfully Sowed" face.

Tay showing up to look amazing and give good advice.

Kinn and his gun innuendos. His absolute lack of game is very important to me.

Even the warehouse scene is lit pretty.

Goodbye to our favorite scenery-chewing Italians.

This party. The mounted skeleton. The DJ in a sombrero. The Virgin Mary. I want to know the set designer's mind.

OPPAI! appreciation moment.

THIS SCENE. The way Porsche face goes from "heyyyy" to this. Ughh, everything about it is so well done.

I mean. What is there to say that hasn't been said? Sex scene of all sex scenes. The emotional shifts. The smiles. The hair grab. The hand lick. The mirror. The way they breathe each other's air and how the light keeps peeking out behind Kinn. I really can't think of another sex scene in any show or movie that does it better.