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꒰ m. osamu x gn!reader ꒱

° sypnosis: what's osamu's favorite food?

° warning: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!, post-timeskip, it's gender neutral but reader has a vagina, cursing, osamu calls reader: sweet thing, pretty & baby, oral (reader receiving), munch!osamu, cunnilingus, slight overstim at the end

° notes: DON'T LOOK AT MEEEEE!!!!!

Osamu swears up and down that he does not have a favorite food.

They are all equally delicious to him, every bite of every dish he tastes dances on his tongue with a new partner each time. Whether it be an elegant waltz from the caviar served at his brother's wedding, a playful jig from a bite from the plastic dish of dippin’ dots he got for nostalgia’s sake or the quick-paced two-step from the baked mac ‘nd cheese his Ma makes for every family picnic. It’s baffling that anyone would ever expect him to pick a favorite.

This is the socially acceptable answer. This is what he tells Atsumu when he asks for reference. This is what he tells his customers if they even suggest that onigiri is his favorite. This is his go to, but the truth?

Osamu’s favorite food is the one buried deep between the apex of your thighs. 

Just like every good dish, this one has to be prepared with love and care. It starts off tender, it always does with him. Slow, messy, desperate kisses with gentle nips at your bottom lip. His hands graze up and down your sides, before ultimately landing on your hips with a soft squeeze. Your skin feels so warm, so plush and right against the skin of his own hands. Rough from volleyball, fights with Tsumu and endless days molding his rice into perfect triangles. 

His lips move down, pressing messy open-mouth kisses against your jaw. Stopping at the junction that connects your jaw to your neck, sucking a deep hickey before continuing his journey. His hands travel up your shirt, but that’s as far as they go. He’s not wasting time, not tonight. That’s not what he’s hungry for. 

He’ll nip, and suck, and bite, and kiss until you’re writhing beneath him. Not even undressed yet, but somehow you can feel him on every inch of your bare skin. He’s got you right where he wants you. 

Your skin feels so hot, you’re pulsing, throbbing with need. Your whines only spur him further as he lets out a low chuckle and a quick: “Patience sweet thing, I’m gettin’ there.” 

He fumbles with your jeans, he’s too eager now. Too impatient, he won’t wait for his food to cool down. He pulls them off with one swift movement, your underwear catching on the denim and sliding down with them. 

“You smell so fuckin’ good baby,” he purrs, his now swollen lips making quick with the way they kiss along your thighs, “Ma always told me to blow on my food if it was too hot though…” he smirks up at you, “...and I don’t wanna burn my tongue.”

He stops just short of your heat, his hand reaching out tentatively. With two fingers, he collects your slick before spreading apart your lips, putting you on full display for him. He’s practically drooling now, blowing a stream of hot air directly on your throbbing cunt, chuckling at the way you squirm from his action.

You’re cooled down enough.

Eagerly, almost animalistically, he flattens his tongue against your slit. Careful to avoid the bundle of nerves that begs for his attention so desperately. He’ll get there. He laps every inch of your folds, relishing in the way his head burns from how tightly you’re gripping his dark brown locks. His hands hold your thighs firmly in place, fingernails digging in the supple fat while he continues to eat you like a starved man.

The noises he makes are absolutely sinful. Audible slurps fill the room, his own drool coating your cunt while you plead for him to at least ghost over your clit with his mouth. But he has other plans.

He catches the bundle of nerves between his lips, and he moans, fucking moans in sync with you from your taste alone. He sucks, laps, slurps, fucking devours you whole like you’re his last meal and he’s a man on death row.

His pace doesn’t relent, he’s moaning into your pussy, he’s not even focused on himself. He’s lost, you have him hooked. He feels your thighs clamp down against his head, his tongue moves quicker inside of your tight hole before he retracts it and licks another long strip the whole way to your clit, sending you over the edge.

He gives you a moment, only a moment for you to catch your breath before he dives back in again. Laughing hoarsely against your core as you whine and try to push his head away from the overstimulation, but he won’t budge.

“Now pretty, quit squirmin’,” he groans, “I’m tryin’ ta get seconds of my favorite food.”

[bucks-babe]

Letter for a sneak peek of your nsfw alphabet…

H

Please becuase it’s so fucking adorable and you should share that with them all.🤭🤭

Of course you picked hair😂 @low0tter here is a sneak peak since @buckys-wintersoldier went crazy when she read it 😂

Full A-Z here

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed, usually using a pair of hair scissors to keep his bush tamed. He hates having a full bush, it feels weird when he wears underwear. He uses an electric razor every so often when he feels like going bald, but he doesn’t do that too often. The one time he saw you wince when he was fucking you because his hair poked your clit just wrong, he vowed to shave and keep his hair short. You told him it wasn’t necessary but he did it anyway.

And of course you asked to watch him shave. It wasn’t your fault you’ve never seen how a man shaves his cock and balls.

“So, like how does that work?” Bucky gives you an incredulous look. “Shaving. It seems difficult. How do you not cut yourself?”

Bucky sighs, he should be used to this by now, his girlfriend being obsessed with his cock, and not just because you always want to fuck him, but because you want to know how it works. Can I hold him while you pee? Can you swing him around? Can I hold him when we cuddle? I want to watch him get hard. Can I keep him in my mouth while you work?

Bucky doesn’t mind the last one, he would be insane to say no to having his cock in your mouth. In the end, he lets you come into the bathroom while he shaves. “Sweets, don’t look at me like that, gonna make me hard.”

“I’m not looking any type of way. I’m just interested.” He runs the razor through his hair, delicately grabbing his soft cock, pulling it away from where he shaves next. “Woah, so you just move him around?”

“Well, how else would you shave the hair there, sweets?” He lets out a chuckle before focusing on his task again.

“So you don’t get hard touching your dick so much?” Bucky laughs, almost nicking himself.

“What do you think I do when I take a shower? You get used to it.”

“You always get hard when I hold him.” He has to turn the razor off, doubling over with laughter.

“That’s different, sweets.” He goes back to shaving, now focusing on his balls, pulling the skin tight.

“That’s fucking cool and kind of hot. You know, you playing with your balls.”

Bucky’s cock twitches at your words. “You’re never watching me shave again.”

On you however, he couldn’t give less of a damn what you do with your pubic hair. If you shave, that’s fine, he gets to feel your silky skin under his fingers. Loverboy would gladly put your lotion on you, making sure you don’t get razor burn. Of course, it’s because he has to make sure his pretty girl is taken care of, not because he wants to touch your pussy, no, he would never. He doesn’t mind the prickly hair as it grows back, one time he had the nerve to say that it was exfoliating his face for the day when eating you out. That got him a wake to the head.

If you wax, he’s going to do the same thing, treating your pussy like she was injured, doting on her hand and foot.

“How is my pretty girl? I know, I can’t believe she would do this to you, to us.”

Sometimes he tilts his head so his ear is next to your bare cunt. “What’s that? She hurt you, ripped out all your pretty curls? Don’t worry, I’ll show her what happens when she treats you like this.”

Full bush, oh he couldn’t care less. The coarse curls don’t slow him down at all. He’ll still devour you like his last meal. So what if he may have to spit out a few hairs after, it’s worth it.

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ma'am, for your consideration: arnie realizing he can weaponize his human fragility by forcing his bros to co-exist in the same space. Aka him purposefully getting hurt/sick and putting both Isaiah and Hector as his emergency contacts, because he's manipulative like that. I love this boy so much

Food poisoning

Hehe thank you for sending this! I was staring at this one for a long time, cause it has the right mix of drama and brother bonding, lol. It has a bit of a twist to it :D

Arnie sat down at the sushi place at the mall, going over his plan one more time.

He would make Hector and Isaiah talk. They couldn't avoid each other forever. And fortunately for him, neither could deny him anything when they were worried for him.

Shrimps were the perfect choice. A bit of runny nose, itchy eyes and some cramps that would go away quickly enough, but if he pretended he ate many, he could exaggerate the symptoms and have them both rushing to his side. He had been allergic to anything shellfish since childhood.

Arnie gathered the sushi rolls, shrimp and crab mixed in, some cucumber ones too. It was the kind of all-you-can-eat place, so why not enjoy himself why he was at it?

He kept coming and returning with new portions to his table with a great view from the upper floor to the lower one, where the exit and the escalator were. Watching people rushing in and out, the different clothes, the speed was Arnie's favorite pastime at places like these.

He got himself those Japanese cherries and a big coke to sip on when Hector suddenly shook his shoulder from behind.

"Hey. I thought I caught a familiar scent. What are you getting lunch for and not calling me?"

Arnie winced, wrinkling his forehead. "Hey. I didn't know you were in town."

Hector rolled his eyes, hurling himself into the chair opposite Arnie, immediately grabbing for the sushi on his carefully arranged plates. "This place is like 5 minutes from the pack base. It's the center of my work radius."

"H-hey! That's my food! Go get your own," Arnie exclaimed.

Hector grinned, throwing the sushi and the shrimp into his mouth, not even taking time to use the cutlery. "Oh shut up. You can't eat half of this amount, are you crazy? Way too much for your tiny human stomach."

"Very funny," Arnie glared. Now that he was caught like this, he couldn't pretend not to notice the shrimp or that he ate more than Hector saw him eat.

Not that there was much left to eat, Hector devoured his plates without even looking.

"What are you so hungry for? You had a giant breakfast," Arnie said in irritation, sipping on his Coke. Hector was like a bulldozer to his plans.

"Hungry like a wolf," Hector said with a wink.

Since the little New Year's debacle Hector had been a lot more cheerful and friendly, although that wasn't really his style.

Arnie had to appreciate the effort he was putting into looking like he was alright with Arnie getting messages and Saturday lunches with Isaiah. Like he was happy for him when he clearly wasn't.

Arnie wasn't sure what the most prevalent emotion was for Hector. Jealousy? The sense of betrayal and hurt? From him or from Isaiah? Seriously, couldn't the two just sit down and have a long talk about what happened?

Not that Arnie was getting much in that department. He still didn't dare to address it directly and Isaiah skillfully dodged the topic or ignored any hints Arnie threw in to warm him up to it.

Arnie all but lost his appetite as he watched Hector clean out the plates with speed and getting more.

"You in a hurry? You are eating like there is no tomorrow," Arnie commented with a scrunched nose.

Hector rolled his eyes. "You want me to have table manners at a mall sushi stand? For real? Couldn't you have picked one of the fancier restaurants down the street? We are at the center, we got money, why don't you enjoy it."

"Oh, and I thought you would tell me to eat something more local instead of a risky fish stuff." That's what Isaiah told him last time, which Arnie couldn't take seriously after Isaiah took him for their first lunch after years at his favourite sushi restaurant. This small family place made everything fresh right there in front of their eyes.

Hector gave him a look, his cheeks puffing out and he muffed a burp against his fist. "You are the smartass here. Fuuh, I'm full." Didn't make him slow down as he threw himself at the rest of his half-filled plate.

"Then stop eating," Arnie said with a fond eye-roll. "It's just a mall sushi place," he added teasingly.

Hector's eyes narrowed and he smirked, taking it as a challenge as he ate the last bits before getting more dessert. Arnie would have popped from that amount a long time ago.

"Urrrrp, okay I'm done," Hector said after the next 15 minutes, leaning back in the chair. "That was pretty good. The sushi seems a bit old and wrinkly, but the taste is good."

"Remind me why I don't usually invite you for lunch," Arnie said dryly as Hector burped, loudly this time. "Come on, let's take a walk by the river. Help you settle and all."

Hector just grinned shamelessly, standing up to pay the bill for both of them.

Hector could complain all he liked, the mall had a good location. Just next to the river, the bank made into a beautiful park with nicely cut grass, fancy trees and those little gym instruments along the way.

The weather was gray and uninviting, but the temperature was actually quite pleasant, so Arnie didn't complain as they made their way against the current.

Hector walked like an old man, unzipping his jacket to free space for his bulging stomach. Arnie didn't notice how huge it got from behind the table.

Hector even planted his hand on it, rubbing slightly as they walked.

It hit Arnie then that it was Sunday. "Wait wait wait. You don't have any work in town today. You came to- you wanted to have lunch with me! Just like Isaiah did yesterday!"

Hector gave him a sour glare. "That's not-not why I did it at all."

Arnie giggled. Oh my god, that was so neat. Hector couldn't stand him and Isaiah having something he didn't have.

"Stop-urrrp-stop laughing," Hector said angrily, cheeks turning red.

"You know, you can always come with me? Isaiah would be happy to see you," Arnie said, still smiling wide.

"Happy my ass," Hector grunted.

"Oh come on! I know you want to."

"That's not, hiccc, that's not the issue-" Hector stopped as they came to the little bridge that people took pictures from, leaning heavily against the railing as another hiccup shook his shoulders.

"What, you worried he is angry about any of the mean stuff you tell him? I'm sure he is not," Arnie said, a smug smile growing as Hector's eyes widened that he figured it out.

"He knows you. He would forgive you anything. Can't you just-"

"Okay, Arnie, stop, I-"

"No," Arnie interrupted, bracing against the railing beside him. The chilly air, the river flowing with such force, it all gave him courage to breach this topic. "I think it's time you act like an adult and had a talk-"

Hector suddenly heaved, hands gripping the railing and threw up over it.

Arnie stagged in shock, not expecting that. "Geez, a little warning, eh?"

Hector didn't seem to be finished, leaning over only for another projectile vomit to shoot out. Distracted by the conversation, Arnie only realized now that Hector was sweaty all over, pale and breathing hard, bracing against the railing with all force.

"Hex? Hey, it's okay, get it up. I told you it was too much..." Arnie said, carefully placing a hand on his back, feeling the muscles move underneath the jacket.

"Think-ughhh-think there was something wrong with the food," Hector said with a grimace, bowing to lean his forehead against the cool metal of the railing, still gripping it with both hands as if for balance. "My stomach's fucking killing me."

Arnie rubbed his back with more vehemence now. Was the mall sushi worse than he thought? Was it spoiled and he didn't notice? He didn't have a single bite and Hector said it tasted old...

"Ughhhh," Hector wrapped both his hands around his stomach, face going white and then abruptly red and then white again. "Christ, this fucking hurts."

"Okay, uhmm," Arnie wracked his head with what to do. They were stranded between the mall, the river and the park. And Hector never said a word when he was hurting, this was bad.

"Do you want to- wait, wait, don't do that!"

Hector's knees gave out underneath him and he crouched down, moaning.

"Let's sit you down on a bench. Look there is one right over there, come on." Arnie felt himself panicking a little, rubbing Hector's arm, trying to coax him to stand back up.

Hector just curled more onto himself, clutching at his stomach like his organs were about to spill on the sidewalk.

He was bright red, white spotches on his face and neck and his throat was bobbing dangerously with each deep heaving breath.

"Told you...not to trust cheap places like that," Hector gritted out between breaths.

Arnie felt cold settling in his stomach. The food was bad and he ordered it, was about to eat to make Hector worry about him. This was way worse than any allergic reaction, this was downright food poisoning. This should have been him, not Hector.

"I'm so sorry. Hold on to me." He managed to free one of Hector's hands and pull it around his shoulders, tagging at him to get him up.

Hector groaned, but let Arnie hoist him up. It was a fragile position, because Hector was two times Arnie's size, all muscle and height while Arnie had the slim built of a teenage boy.

Hector swayed on his feet and Arnie wrapped his arm around his back while supporting his chest with the other. If Hector fell down, he would take Arnie with him, no stopping it.

"Okay, steady. Don't fall down," Arnie begged.

Hector burped, then doubled over Arnie's arm and vomited again, chunky pieces of dark and light pink sushi all over the ground. The smell had Arnie's nose wrinkling in disgust and he held his breath, planting both legs apart to find a stable center.

A woman and a kid passing by scrambled away quickly with a squeal.

Hector's shoulders rolled with another heave, all muscles in his jaw clenching and tensing as he fought against the next wave, but it came all the same, another chunky slimy mess. At least it shot up with such force it didn't hit any of them yet, though it sprayed around as it hit the concrete with a splash.

"A-are you okay?" Arnie hated the anxiety that made his voice sound all small and childish but there it was.

Hector spat out a pink frothy mouthful on the ground, straightening up at his question. "Good-uuuuuurp-I'm good. A bench you said?"

"Yeah, right over there." Arnie used all his strength to turn Hector around and guide him towards the bench. He was left sweaty and out of breath by the time they made the five steps towards it, Hector swaying with each movement in a different direction.

Hector collapsed on the wood gratefully, immediately spreading his legs and bracing on his knees to burp loudly on the ground. Nothing came up this time, but his stomach had a piercing angry growl that had Arnie jumping up.

Hector moaned, one hand back to clutch at the top of his belly, hanging his head. It was terrifying how someone stronger than the world could be reduced to a shaking mess by food.

And it was all Arnie's fault.

The blond sat down on the bench as gently as he could, hands on Hector's back and upper arm, quickly soaking with sweat. 

"Feeling any better? It's not even been an hour since you ate, maybe you will get rid of it and feel better soon," Arnie said pleadingly, clasping Hector's shoulder as a sudden heave had him wincing.

"Everything's-... everything's spinning. Where..." Hector blinked several times, one hand still on his stomach but the other sneaking over towards his younger brother.

Arnie grabbed the hand quickly, clutching it tightly. "You feel dizzy?" This was getting worse and worse. He was seriously afraid now.

Hector shut his eyes, grimacing as he took deep erratic breaths.

"We need help. I can't get you anywhere like this. I'll call an ambulance." Anyone or anything to get Hector from looking like that, face contorting in pain.

"Nahhhh...I'm kay-justbadfoodsnonsnese..."

"Yeah, but your shadow won't work on food poisoning and you are slurring your words and-" Arnie pressed his face into Hector's shoulder trying to calm down enough to think. He couldn't just panic and leave Hector like this.

Would an ambulance work though? What if Hector's shadow acted up? It was fine now, not even budging, but that’s because Hector was used to Arnie. A bunch of strangers when he was confused, dizzy and in pain? Bad combination for a wolf. He could rip someone's head off and not notice.

There was only one solution. Ironically enough, Arnie would get his wish after all.

Still holding Hector's hand tight, he reached with his free hand to his pocket to get his phone out. The panic and the fact it was his left hand made him clumsy, but Isaiah's number was still there from yesterday.

Isaiah picked up on the first ring. "He-"

"Isaiah, thank god," Arnie interrupted. "You have to come get us. Hector's super sick, he can't even walk or see straight and I can't- I need to get him home, but maybe he needs a hospital? What if he needs a hospital, how d-do I k-know? I have no one to call, you know how angry he would be if I called someone from the pack in his state- can you come?"

"Arnie. Arnie calm down, you are talking too fast. Deep breaths. I'll come wherever you want. Now where are you?"

"At the park behind the mall? You know the big one in the centrum, I-I don't know w-what it's called..." Arnie was all but choking on tears right now.

Hector's grip on his hand tightened and he was heaving again, loud and horse guttural sounds accompanying the process. White pink vomit covered the ground between his legs and there was puke hanging from his nose and chin.

"I know where it is. I'll be there in a sec, you hear? It's going to be okay."

Hector made another horrible sound, moaning between burps. Arnie still held his hand, pressed between Hector's straining stomach and his tight.

"Arnie? What's wrong with Hector? Is he hurt?" Isaiah's voice was smooth and calm, holding the worry deep behind.

Arnie latched onto the sound. "No, but he ate really bad sushi and-"

Hector groaned at the mention like a hurt animal.

"And it hit him out of nowhere and he can't stop throwing up and Isaiah pleasepelasehurry..."

Hector gave him a side long glance, straightening up. His chin was slimy with spit and puke and Arnie realzied he didn't even have handkerchiefs on him.

"I'm on my way." Isaiah hang up.

Hector looked dazed, leaning back, rubbing at his stomach. It still looked full and distended, a sliver of skin sticking out from under his white shirt. Sweat run down his neck, creating a dark splotch around the collar.

"Feeling any better?" Arnie asked hopefully.

"Feeling awful. But it's fine. Stop crying, geez. It's not like it will kill me." Hector let his head hang back, voice raspy like he gurgled glass, sniffling. His hands hovered towards his face but he didn't dare touch it.

"I-I'm not crying!" Arnie protested, quickly swiping the back of his hand over his eyes to get rid the moisture. "You just look super bad, that's all."

Hector burped, cheeks puffing out with the movement. "Stop panicking and get me some napkins or something."

Arnie stood up at the order, Hector's face did look awful all covered in puke and saliva..."I can't leave you like this. Isaiah's on his way. Just a minute."

"The heck you calling him for?" Hector complained, rubbing at his chest, working out an airy burp. "Just caught me off guard, that's all."

"You can't walk and you are too heavy for me to-"

"No, you are just too tiny," Hector teased with a weak half-smile.

Arnie sat back down on the bench in relief. He knew what Hector was doing, playing it off like that, but it worked all the same.

"I'm so sorry," Arnie clutched his pants on his knees, "I should have been the one sick, not you."

Hector closed his eyes, head still leaning back, lips locked tight together. The stench from the puddle of vomit between his feet probably wasn't making it better. "What's that about? You couldn't have known it was bad."

Hector's stomach let out an unhappy gurgle, making the older blond wince and hiccup. "Ugggggh. Feels like there is a storm in my insides." He gulped down audibly.

"The nausea coming back?" Arnie said, palming Hector's arm anxiously.

Fortunately, that's when Isaiah appeared from the other side of the mall where Arnie now noticed the parking lot.

Isaiah quickly assessed the situation, frowning at both of them in concentration, a backpack half-heartedly thrown over one shoulder.

"Hello there. You need a ride home?"

"That would be fantastic," Arnie said, shooting up and tackling Isaiah in a hug. He was so glad they had someone to call, all but forgetting about his previous plan. He knew Isaiah would come, but it really counted now.

Isaiah huffed, staggering back a little, hugging him back with one arm. He squeezed Arnie's shoulders once, before sitting down next to Hector.

Hector didn't open his eyes, though his lips curled in a grimace. "Geez, I'm the one sick and the two are having the time of their lives."

Isaiah rolled his eyes, getting a bunch of paper towels from the backpack and handing them over to Hector. The sick man eagerly cleaned his chin and blew his nose.

"Let's see," Isaiah planted a hand against Hector's cheek. "You don't have a fever. How is your stomach?"

Hector's eyebrows drew together and he straightened, moving away from the touch.  "Cramping like hell, but manageable. Really, you are totally useless at this point. The fun part's over."

"That's good, at least you won't puke in the car. Ready to go?" Isaiah handed Arnie a small bag with all the dirty paper towels. The youngest quickly scooped them up and threw them in the nearest trashcan, happy to have something to do.

It was amazing how quickly both of them calmed down when Isaiah showed up. Hector was putting himself together for Arnie's sake before, but despite his words, his shoulders sagged in relief and his face went from angry strained red to only a bit sickly white.

"We are going to my place this time," Hector warned, which had Arnie's eyebrows shooting up in question.

Hector obediently leaned forward though, sidestepping the mess on the grass to get up.

Isaiah grabbed Hector's arm to help him stand, reaching to wrap his own around his back, but Hector stepped away. "Keep your grabby hands to yourself. I can walk." He swayed on unsteady feet, but kept himself upwards, which Arnie counted as a win.

Isaiah said nothing, slightly amused. He took the backpack that had Arnie wondering what other first help things he got into it to make it so big and the trio got on their way.

"Front or back?" Isaiah asked once they reached the car.

Hector eyed Isaiah's car with a frown. It was an older model of Audi. Not too fancy or obvious, but that was a quality vehicle.

Hector didn't answer, opening the back door and sitting down, though he didn't close it, lips pressed tightly together. Arnie wasn't sure if he was fuming at being helped, at how cool the car model was or if he was getting sick again.

Isaiah shrugged, sliding the backpack to the back seats next to Hector and starting the engine.

That's when Hector let out a loud belch and leaned forward, legs out of the car and braced against the door. He spat on the ground, his body going rigid.

Arnie hurried to his side, hand on his shoulder. "Starting again?"

"No-I just...fuck, give me a second." He was breathing fast again, grimacing, his stomach making loud bubbling noises Arnie could hear even over the running engine.

Arnie could hear the liquid running up Hector's throat before his brother leaned forward with a retch.

The first wave was small, pinkish in colour, but the next one was big and thick, all bright pink and orange. Hector was hurling it out with a force that had him almost face-diving to the ground, weren't it for Arnie's hold.

"That's disgusting," Hector panted, mouth hanging open. Arnie noticed Isaiah turned from behind the wheel to reach over, his hand now on Hector's back too.

Arnie hoped they weren't overwhelming him with all the touches, but Hector didn't seem to mind as another gush of puke joined the first one on the concrete with a loud splash. Arnie moved his feet away a little to save his shoes.

"You can't possibly have anything left in you," Arnie said in a stunned voice as Hector went from vomiting to a coughing fit, wrecking his whole frame.

"Huh, you wanna bet?" Hector said with a sound somewhere between a cough and a burp, leaning back. His face looked white and pinched again.

Isaiah had a bottle of water unscrewed and ready, holding it up for Hector.

The older blond took it and rinsed his mouth out before planting himself back on the seat, eyes shut and breathing fast, but getting slower.

Isaiah eyed him like he was an interesting puzzle to solve. His calm nerves had Arnie impressed. "Let's just drive. You can continue with that at home. The bag is right there, when you need it."

Hector muffled another burp, angrily looking at Arnie who took the offered bag, positioning it next to his sick brother.

The drive back was silent. Isaiah kept looking back at them in the mirror while Arnie watched Hector anxiously.

Hector, for his part, was tense and quiet, arms wrapped around his middle. He held himself as still as possible and Isaiah was driving carefully, but Arnie could tell the ride made it worse.

Just when they turned towards the building where Hector and Arnie shared an apartment, Hector suddenly grabbed for the bag and dry heaved over it for several minutes. The car stopped a long time ago, when he was finished, burping emptily into the bag, bringing up the smallest mouthful of brown-pink puke. It hit the plastic with a splash that had them all cringing.

Arnie was tired from the ordeal and he wasn't even the one being sick. The guilt burned his stomach like acid as he urged Hector to let go of the bag.

Isaiah circled the car, opening it, but Hector just sat unmovingly, sagging to the side.

Isaiah's expression softened. "I know you are wiped, bud. Almost home. You will lie down, sleep this off and be good as new." He cupped Hector's cheek gently, patting it until Hector's eyes unscrewed open. He didn't even have the energy to muster up a proper glare, sliding into Isaiah's ready arms.

Arnie was grateful for Isaiah's wolf strength as he held Hector up and dragged him inside, following after them with the backpack.

[hiem3]

minghao’s muse

18+

warning~ contains smut, swearing, fingering, eating out,

side note: hey..i know it’s been awhile tee hee i missed you guys too! i thought since it’s october i should feed ya’ll a little smt ;))

“come on y/n! just think about it, if you’re his model then your tuition for college will be paid!” your best friend said frailly her arms around like some maniac on school’s campus. “nuh uh not happening hiem not happening”

you’ve had many jobs like working at mcdonald’s, being a cat sitter, retail, stairbucks etc. basically any job you can imagine just to pay for your college tuition.

(an hour later)

“okay but hear me out, i know it’s nude and you barely kno-“ you quickly shut hiem’s mouth with your hand. “can you not! we’re in a library” you say in a low tone voice so others can’t hear you. you let go “fine. but don’t blame me if you’re in student dept.” hiem says and a few min after she tries casually writing his phone number on your hand thinking you wouldn’t notice.

after the study session with your friend you’re back at your dorm looking on indeed to find yourself a job. “flight attendant? no…a&w? hmm minimum wage!? hell no” you were frustrated so frustrated that you really started to think that calling that art guy wasn’t a bad idea. okay maybe you know a bit about him but they’re mainly rumours. you heard from a girl who heard from a girl that he’s got girlfriends all over the country and he’s a big cheater. sigh i can’t believe i’m doing this you thought to yourself. “hello?” the guy picked up asking in a low monotone voice. you get flustered and start lowkey panicking. “h-hey it’s y/n? my friend hiem said that you needed a..” “a nude model ?” he said nonchalant. you choke up “y-yah! yeah a nude model” you can hear him trying to hold back his laughter. “i’m gonna send you my address come meet me there at..10:00?” “yeah i’ll see u then!”

10:00 pm

“come in y/n i was just setting up some props”. you slowly go inside his loft in awe. you see the back drop and a marble chair in front of a large canvas. “you can change inside the washroom to your left” minghao said with a tiny smile. you can feel your heart racing, i mean minhao is totally your type. tall, artsy, kind of mysterious, and stylish, after you undress you walk out trying to cover your body. “hey i want you to know that if you’re uncomfortable we can pause or you can walk out the door, it’s okay” he said. you nod your head “yeah it’s fine let’s just get this over with”.

he told you to spread your legs and touch yourself while he draws. “m-minghao i-i” you say panting inserting your fingers into your cunt and massaging your boobs. “few min love, i just gotta sketch this out” he smiles. usually when you finger yourself you don’t feel nothing but this time you feel a rush of excitement. is it because he’s drawing you while you finger yourself trying to imagine his hands all over you? moaning into your ears? or is it because he’s staring at you like he’s about to devour you. you arch your back and roll back your eyes “just like that love, wow you look so fucking beautiful” he said sketching out your orgasm. he stops and goes over you cupping your cheeks “however i don’t remember telling you to cum love” he said smiling. next thing you know he’s eating you out, his nose against ur cunt. he’s making laps on your clit while he fingers you. just his fingers are enough for you to make you cum. “oh yeah? you like that hm~” he said going deeper hitting your g-spot. you can see his glasses fog up, his hair messed up and his hard cock rubbing against his denim jeans. “p-please minghao i need you” you say moaning while you grip his hair. “say it” “i-i need your cock!” he hovers over you and lifts you up against a wall. putting one of your legs over his shoulder and unzips his jeans revealing his hard throbbing shaft. he inserts it and lets out a tiny moan. he pushes your waist into him bottoming you out. you feel a rush of pleasure as he pounds you endlessly. you don’t know how many hours it has passed. he’s grabbing your waist, slapping your ass while he hits you from the back, and leaning over telling you “you’re such a good girl for me hm?” “oh yeah you like that don’t you?”. your eyes roll back while your back arches. “i-i’m gonna cum minhao!” you say gripping on minhao’s back. “let it out” he coos giving you a final thrust. your body turns into jello eyes to exhaustion. “oh, u thought we were done?”minghao says giving you a little peck on your cheek before lifting you up again.

[filmofhybe]

rainy café days - KIM SUNOO

synopsis : it’s a slow rainy day in your cafe house in Korea, and your one and only costumer was Kim sunoo. You were bored and didn’t have anything better to do so why not get to know him more, or would he just act cold and ignore you while continue to gazing at his computer ?

pairing : uni! student sunoo x café owner oc!

genre: stranger to crush, fluff , small smau

warning : nothing

word count : 1397

You gently shook the raindrops off your wet umbrella before stepping inside your café house. Your café was really unique, it’s located on the very top of a building in the middle of Seoul. The view of your cafe is the the whole point of why you decided to pick this location to continue your dream job as a café owner. The rent wasn’t ideal since the place was huge, and the view didn’t help with the price either. But at the end, you pulled it off, and now you’re working as a full-time café owner.

 

You dried your shoes before stepping inside the café. Putting the chairs back down and fixing the tables wiping the tables and bringing freshly baked cakes out of the fridge before setting the delicate desserts inside the fridge display. You turned on your café playlist before posting a daily café pictures on the café’s Instagram. And started going through what you should be baking today and yesterday’s sells.

 

It has been a few hours and only 3 people has came by and left with their hot coffee and dessert. It was a really slow day. You sighed as you continue patiently waiting for lunch time to come around the corner. As you were waiting, a man stepped into the café. He was holding a briefcase-type bag, brown trench coat with straight dress pants, and black sneakers. He was so cute with his blonde slightly wet hair due to the rain, it made my heart pound for a second I can’t lie… You greeted him politely before asking for his order.

 

“Hello welcome to Brew Café! What would you like to order today?” You smile brightly as you said. His perfume was filling up the space around you, making you admire him more.

 

“Hi I would like to have a Caramel Macchiato  with a shot of espresso, and can I also have that strawberry shortcake please? Thank you so much.” He gave you a smile back before waiting for you to type in his order.

 

“Alright that would be 66,000 won please.” You said as he taps his card into the card reader. You gave him his receipt before making his coffee. You made his caramel macchiato with lots of effort and carefully brought his strawberry shortcake out of the display before setting it down on the sliver tray. You grabbed the tray and walked to his table without spilling anything. He mumbled a small “thank you” before flashing you a cute gummy smile. He continues to type on his computer as he take a sip of the hot brewed macchiato.

 

It has been a bit an hour with this cute guy sitting in your cafe. You watched as he took really small bites of his shortcake, enjoying the sweet flavor in his mouth. His already lunchtime and you decided to make your own kimbap for lunch. You thought he would leave the moment you finish making your lunch, but as you walked out the kitchen, the man was still sitting there, on his laptop while sipping into his macchiato.

 

Is this guy taking his time or what… you were confused why he is still drinking and eating the stuff you served him an hour ago. People usually devours the pastry and drinks quickly. It makes you question if he didn’t like your food at all.

 

You decided to ask if he would allow you to sit next to him since there’s no one around and you’re bored out of your mind. As you quietly approach him. You softly tapped on his shoulder before he looks up at you with his crystal eyes. The eyes you could stare in them for hours.

 

“Hi I was just wondering if I can sit with you while I have lunch, since no one is around..” you gave him a soft smile hoping he would accept your offer.

 

“Oh of course! Please sit.” He offered you the sit beside him as he flashes his gummy smile once again that made your heart want to burst out.

 

“I’m sunoo by the way nice to meet you!”

 

“Oh uh I’m y/n nice to meet you too! Hope you enjoyed your food.”

 

“Oh my goodness is so good! I’m taking my sweet time to eat it!” That made you sigh of relief that he’s actually enjoying your food.

 

“Oh thank you so much. If you want more I can give it to you for free.” I only said this cuz i think you’re cute and I want you to stay longer in my café in this horrible weather.

 

“Is okay! Don’t worry about it, I hope you don’t mind staying here for a couple of hours just to finish up my homework.”

 

“No is okay! My café doesn’t close until 5 today so you are welcome to stay until then!” You exclaim as you take another bite of your food. You guys kept exchanging conversations about your current status, opinions on movies and favorite hobbies.

 

As time goes on, you guys felt like you have known each other for so long. To the point you guys have even started talking about your past careers.

“NO WAY YOU USED TO BE AN IDOL?” You particularly screamed as he told you this information.

 

“SHUT UP IT WAS AGES AGO!!” He laughed as he continued to type in his computer. It was pass 5 now and you insisted on letting him stay till he’s finished even though your store was already closed.

 

“LISTEN I WOULD BE ROOTING FOR YOU IF I’VE KNOWN YOU OMG WHAT.” You continue to rent about how much you would support him and cheer for him if you knew him long ago. That made Sunoo blush because no one was ever this enthusiastic about supporting him. Non of his family wanted to support him until be became a uni student 2 years later after his contract ended with the company. Even though he will always remain as Kim Sunoo in his group, he rarely appears in their activities now.

 

You quieted down after a while of renting so he can have some peace and quiet to finish his homework that’s due tomorrow. “And..I’m done!! Finally!” He stretched his arms as he close his laptop before putting it back in his briefcase-like bag. “Thank you for your company and food today it was really pleasing and I would definitely come tomorrow again. Sorry for making you stay with until this late, maybe I should drop you off.” He said wanting to return the kind offers from you, and to spend a bit more time with such a beautiful girl.

 

“Is no worries! And thank you for the offer but I think you should take some rest.” You told him as you grabbed your handbag and umbrella , ready to leave.

 

“y/n I dont take no’s as an answer.” He grabbed the umbrella in your hand before walking into the elevator with you. Opening the umbrella as rain continues to pour above the both of you

 

You didn’t notice that Sunoo was now admiring your gorgeous beauty. Your soft rosy cheeks and how your hair flow from the cold breeze. Realizing he developed feelings for you as you both gossiped about each others interests. He dropped you off at your nearest bus stop before handing you back your umbrella.

 

“Thank you for today, y/n. Your café is really a nice and special place for me. I really enjoy your presence. I hope you don’t mind me stopping everyday now.” He chuckled as he fiddled around his briefcase bag before taking out his umbrella.

 

“You made my café warmer in this weather so thank you for visiting. And I’ll gladly serve you everyday.” Deep inside of you were butterflies that such a beautiful man complimented your café. What an achievement…

 

“Right I’m going to go home now. I hope we can hang out tomorrow again, love. Take care.” He said before opening his own umbrella. Flashing you his smile once again before heading the other way back to his home.

 

From that day forward, Sunoo becomes a regular visitor to the café, not just for the ambiance and the coffee but also for the chance to spend time with the beautiful barista, y/n. Their connection grows stronger, and their feelings deepen into genuine affection.

 

As the rain continues to pour outside, y/n know that Brew Café remains a cozy haven for their blossoming relationship.

 

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[ikeromantic]

Kanestsugu taste 🥰/🥵

So full disclosure, I have not read Kanetsugu yet. I know, I know  - but fair warning. In case what I know of him from other routes doesn’t line up, that’s why ^_^ Approx 500 words of our wolfish suitor and taste!

Kanetsugu sat very still, every muscle under precise control. He felt very much the wolf, stalking an innocent rabbit, though this was only breakfast alone with his lover. Her hair hung loose, and her kimono was only loosely tied, and kept slipping off her shoulder. Her eyes held that early morning sleepiness that he found so precious. It was a look he alone got to enjoy. 

“Are you going to eat?” She gestured to the tray as if there was anything on it more delectable than she was. 

“I am considering.” 

“Oh. Ok.” She picked up her tea and took a sip. 

When she put the cup down, he took her hand and lifted it to his lips.

Her sleepy expression changed to puzzlement. “Kanetsugu?”

“I’ve decided what I want for breakfast.” He kissed her wrist, grazing it lightly with his canines. Teeth that had always been a little longer than they ought to be. An outward sign of an inner nature. 

She made the most adorable sound as his lips brushed her skin. A surprised sigh and a sudden, sharp intake of breath. “H-hey! I’m not on the menu,” she gave a half-hearted protest.

“You have been on the menu since you agreed to stay with me.” He smirked at her with a certain smug satisfaction. 

Her cheeks flushed hot but she didn’t try to pull her hand away. “But - but it’s early! And my hair is messy! And I didn’t brush my teeth yet!”

Kanetsugu chuckled. He pushed the tray out of the way and pulled her into his lap. “You are beautiful.” His lips found her bare shoulder and he gave her a nip. 

“N-now I know you’re just - just saying that.” Her breath hitched as he kissed his way along her collar bone up to her neck. 

“I do not give compliments lightly.” It was difficult to go slowly like this, to savor her. His whole body felt tense with her nearness and his own desire. Kanetsugu fought for control of his passions, his breath trembling against her skin. He forced himself to stop as he felt a rise of hunger in him for her. 

She felt him go rigid, freezing in place. “Kanetsugu, it’s alright. I want this. I want you.” Her palm caressed his cheek, warm and soft and reassuring. 

A shudder ran through him at her words, and his mouth was on hers before he had a chance to think on it, to reconsider. He was devouring her, tasting her, his tongue pressed past her lips to possess her. His hands pulled the loose kimono away. 

Her foot kicked over the breakfast tray, but she was past noticing. Desire made her skin hot to the touch and burned the sleepiness from her eyes. She was running her hands down his shoulders, her nails sharp on the skin of his back. 

Kanetsugu gave in to his passion, delving into her delicious body with his lips and fingers, finding all her most sensitive places and devouring her cries of pleasure. She tasted, he thought, like heaven. Then he had no more thought. There was only her and his need to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. 

She was sweet and hot and as hungry for him as he was for her. And she could handle his bestial side, answering it with her own wildness.

[the-delta-42]

Hindsight - Chapter 2

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Hindsight

Chapter 2

Marinette tried not to itch the gauze that covered her ears, everything was muffled, although her phone had practically blown up with texts, mostly from her friends, some from her teachers and a few from some people she’d never met before. Adrien sat not too far away from her, his leg bouncing.

“Can you please stop that?” Asked Marinette, her voice raised so she could hear herself speak.

“Oh, sorry.” Said Adrien, getting to his feet.

“You don’t have to hang around, Adrien,” Said Marinette, putting her phone down, “my parents are coming to pick me up, they haven’t yet because the Bakery’s been flooded with the press.”

Adrien looked down, before glancing towards the door. He could see Gorilla’s shadow over the window, his bodyguard had taken to preventing any unwanted persons into the room. Which included the multiple journalists that were crowded outside the hospital.

“Are you sure you want me to go, Marinette?” Asked Adrien, hesitantly.

Marinette looked out the window, there was a practical sea of people outside.

“Adrien, I’ll be fine.” Promised Marinette, smiling at the model.

Adrien looked like he didn’t believe her, but got up and headed for the door anyway, “If you need anything, just call me.”

Marinette hummed and nodded, looking down at her phone. Gorilla guiding him towards the car as soon as they were out of the building. Marinette dropped her phone on the bed and popped her mouth, before following it up with a series of noises as she shuffled around.

“Why can’t I transform again?” Marinette asked Tikki, as the Kwami devoured a cookie.

“Because,” Tikki hiccupped, “when your ear was ripped off, your body entered a state of shock and still needs time to recover.”

Marinette frowned, “And you’re not using this as an excuse to eat as many cookies as you want without getting in trouble?”

Tikki froze and glanced at the pile of cookies behind her, “Noooo…”

Marinette hummed and looked out the window and saw her parents van pull up, “You better eat fast, because we’ll be leaving soon.”

Tikki looked at the window and then at the pile of cookies. Marinette heard a loud, sucking sound, before she pivoted and saw Tikki seemingly passed out next to where the pile of cookies sat.

“Okay, didn’t expect that.” Said Marinette, as her mother entered the room.

“Marinette!” Cried Sabine, before grabbing Marinette and pulling her into a bone crushing embrace.

“Maman, can’t breathe.” Gasped Marinette, as her mother smothered her.

“Why didn’t you say anything? What were you thinking? How long have you been doing this?” Demanded Sabine, unconsciously tightening her grip on Marinette.

“Sabine,” Said Tom, entering the room, “she needs to breathe.”

Sabine loosened her grip, allowing Marinette to suck in a large gulp of air.

“Thank you.” Whispered Marinette, as she regained her breath.

Tom spotted Tikki, sleeping on the table, “Is this the mouse we’ve gained?”

Marinette nodded, as Tom picked Tikki up and gently placed her in his pocket.

“Be careful with her, she just Kirby-ed a plate of cookies.” Warned Marinette, stretching her arms, “I’m actually amazed that Hawkmoth hasn’t tried to make an appearance.”

H

“What do you mean I can’t bail her out?” Demanded Gabriel, as the Duty Sergeant idly looked at him.

“National Intelligence don’t want anyone to speak to her until they’ve questioned her.” She said, in her bored tone.

“I have work that needs to be done.” Snarled Gabriel, trying to intimidate the woman.

“Then hire someone else.” Retorted the sergeant, “We can’t release a domestic terrorist because you don’t have anyone to schedule your meetings.”

Gabriel puffed up and demanded, “Do you know who I am?!”

The Sergeant looked at him, before grabbing her radio. Gabriel smirked, satisfied that he’d get what he wanted. Then the sergeant spoke, “Chief, can you come to the front desk? There’s a guy who doesn’t know who he is.”

The Sergeant gave Gabriel a smug smile and rested her chin on her fist.

Gabriel spun on his heel and stormed out of the Police station, not noticing a journalist that had been listening to him demanding Nathalie be released.

H

Marinette blew air through her teeth and spun around in her chair, while all her friends stared at her.

“I’m bored.” Whined Marinette, getting a wince from everyone.

“You’re not supposed to do anything that could further damage your ears.” As soon as Nino said that, Marinette perked up.

“Mullo!” Yelled Marinette, summoning the Mouse Kwami and reached out for the necklace.

Ivan quickly grabbed Marinette around the middle as the petite girl tried to reach for the miraculous. Alya’s phone beeped, alerting her to a new news headline.

“I don’t believe this!” Exclaimed Alya, drawing everyone’s attention, “The press found out about Marinette’s expulsion, and Damocles is saying Marinette attacked people!”

Everyone froze, before a rock sailed through Marinette’s bedroom window.

“They’re saying that Marinette carried out an unprovoked attack on a fellow student and was expelled on the spot.” Stated Alya, venom dripping from her words, “I’m going to kill that fat bastard!”

Nino looked over Alya’s shoulder, “It also say that there is no evidence to support or contradict those claims and the expulsion was illegal because Marinette didn’t receive a hearing.”

“Damocles is performing a smear campaign to cover up his own failings.” Snarled Alya, while Alix picked up the rock and threw it back out the window.

H

Damocles tried not to squirm as the two inspectors stared at him.

“You… refused to investigate the claims Mlle Dupain-Cheng was making, because you saw Mlle Rossi sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs. Was Mlle Rossi harmed in any way? Did she have any visible bruises or marks?”

“W-well, no, but-” The female inspector cut him off.

“You were granted several thousand euros to refurbish the school and its contents, and yet, this is the only room that has been visibly altered.” She said, her voice cold, “It is well known that you have an…unusual hobby. There have been concerns about you embezzling funds. As well as accusations of unfair dismissal and blatant favouritism towards the wealthier students.”

“I-well-erm-you see-” Damocles was interrupted again.

“M. Damocles, you’ve shown us evidence that you are both inefficient and incompetent in your job.” Warned the male inspector, “Now, you will tell us everything, the whole truth and then we will decide your next course of action.”

H

Marinette’s leg bounced as M. Coleman read the article. The principal looked up at Marinette, before running a hand over his face.

“If I’d known the severity of your situation, I wouldn’t’ve accepted you,” Began Coleman, making Marinette wilt, “You were expelled under dubious circumstances at best, with no evidence supporting the course of action, and you’ve been bearing a burden that you shouldn’t have to.”

“S-sir, what does that mean?” Asked Marinette, quietly.

“It means, Mlle Dupain-Cheng, that Hector Damocles made a catastrophic mistake and has no way of recovering from it.” Clarified Coleman, before glancing at the clock of the wall, “Class will be starting soon, I suggest you head there now.”

Marinette silently nodded and hurried out of the room, leaving Coleman to his thoughts. Arthur glanced at his phone, before frowning and picking up the receiver and dialling a number.

“Michael,” Started Arthur, “I need a favour.”

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review VIII

This week's Sunday in review is sponsored by your local Farmer's Market sugared doughnuts, proudly provided by @secretelephanttattoo IYKYK 🍩

Hope everyone had a good week this week! 🙌 Tumblr is still doing it's thing with it's notifications in my activity tab. It's mostly just full of likes and some mentions (I still come across a couple on my dash I wasn't notified of), but mostly it's affecting reblogs. Anyway, if you have something you think I'd be interested in seeing or want to share - feel free to send me an Ask/DM or tag me!

Light reading week again, but it's not to say it wasn't filled with some gems!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

Happy Birthday (Joel)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Grocery List (Frankie) by @frenchiereading I'm a sucker for domestic fluff and even more so when it stems from the Shared Breaths universe 💕 - not going to spoil this one if you haven't read the main series (which I will always shout out) - but there's a broccoli recipe here that still makes my mouth water when I think about it and I really want to try making it (if only I could conjure Frankie just as easily)

You’re Perfect for Me (Marcus P.) by @boliv-jenta The Marcus Pike thots were out in full effect this week and it started for me with this little one shot. Marcus needing some help unwinding from a tough day? Sign me up!

machine wash warm (Marcus P.) by @idolatrybarbie some more domesticity, this time from our boy Marcus (he's made for it really) and while short, it doesn't skimp on the feelings and a man who will wash your bedding and deal with the fitted sheet? Yes please!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl This series has be in a permanent choke hold and I'll eat up anything Jess puts out (have you checked out her Dieter series and her Frankie one shot, because you should!) and this series is the gift that keeps on giving and helps satisfy my Will Miller thots. This weeks installment is no different - we've got tensions building with Will and Katie, Benny and his big brother relationship with Connor, Santiago being Santiago and David living his best life (I want to be his bestie). Hands down one of the best things to come from thots over the Delta boys clearing Reader's garden in @goodwithcheese's 'Layover Series' (which you should read too)

The House (Jack) by @gemmahale I was so happy to get started on this series this week! The week took a left turn and I couldn't devour the rest of it as I wanted, but this is on the docket to catch with this week! It's full of intrigue and mystery and that's just the first chapter! I can't wait to see how this plays out with Andrea getting reacquainted with her grandfathers property and the history it holds.

glass (Marcus P.) by @idolatrybarbie I could be bias because this was written based on the prompts I sent over for Bea's fifty follower celebration, but it doesn't need that, because it's so good all in on it's own! We've got fluff, we've got Marcus (did I mention it's Marcus?), we've got some spice and we've got action! I'm never one to pressure authors to write fanfics, but if Bea were ever to expand on this I'd be all over it.

Butter (Joel) by fuckyeahdindjardin A happy birthday celebration for our main man Joel Miller was more of a gift to us I think. This is so incredibly sweet (pun fully intended) and was just a delight to read that had me squealing all the way through with it's toe curling pure fluff at it's best. In need of a birthday cake to bring home Joel comes across Reader closing up for the night and in exchange for fixing her shutter, she bakes him a cake. Don't sleep on this one!

What Do We Have Here (Javier P.) by @secretelephanttattoo El treated us twice this week! Now I'm still behind on Narcos (hey, I managed an extra episode this week, now a staggering five and a half episodes in!), but even if you didn't have a clue who Elisa was, the spiciness of this fic would soon make up for it! I also learnt a new word, epaulettes. Smut and education in one fanfic? What more can you ask for?

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo Okay, the second of El's offerings this week? Not only has she been bringing the Marcus thots this week, but the fluff too! Imagine showing up to the FBI headquarters to take head shots for the agents and running into Marcus Pike multiple times over the course of a week? Wait, you don't have to! El has crafted it for us and I hear there may be a second part (series?) in the works!

Hypothermia (Joel) by @morallyinept I am the worst camper, so much so Joel Miller would probably leave my sorry ass for the clickers after the grief he'd have with me. But I hope that would be after I get to snuggle up to him for just warmth...

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

I had some interesting confessions in my Ask Inbox: Joel Thots + Oscar's Cupcakes

All of @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheets's mood boards, because they are all a mooood and a delicious delight for the eyes

The Gif™️ thots were out in full force

Maggie getting the Marcus Pike Puddles going with pancakes and cuddles visuals

Will Miller visual thots, I don't need an excuse to enjoy this over and over again.

B R O U G H T T H E J O Y . . .

How well and truly this community is so lovely - I had a really shitty day at work yesterday and by time I logged in later that night I had some wonderful messages, tags and mentions from absolutely amazing people. I can't even remember how I stumbled back onto Tumblr, but I'm so glad I did. This space really can feel like you're shouting into the abyss sometimes, but sometimes you get a response back with a 'my thots too' and you start to build your own little community.

I think I mentioned it the other day, but likes and numbers really won't hold their value. It's the reblogs with the comments, the thousand gifs/emojis or the back and forth discussions of WIP's in DM's that really make this all the worthwhile.

And also a Costco sized container of pico de gallo... it's about balance friends. But seriously, I've pushed the limits of what I can put it on this week.

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

This week's song is brought to us by my Chiffon feels as I got back into writing for Dieter x Bryony and this song is very them coded...

Hope everyone is having a fabulous Sunday, whatever it is you're doing and I wish you all a great week ahead! 💕

[lirusstories]

Ghosts of Whiskey - Septictober/Egotober day 3

TW: Descriptive Panic Attack, Alcohol, minor talk of nightmares, Flashbacks

Egotober: Drink

Septictober: Panic Attack

Word count: 1,070

Chase is having what you would call a bad night, having woken up in a nightmare unable to breath and waking the kids up in the process with his flailing.

He had to put them back to sleep before he attempts to calm down.

He stumbles his way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

He needs to get the taste of liquor out of his mouth.

But as soon as the water hits his tongue he gags and spits it out into the sink, dropping the glass thankfully into the sink.

He heaves, yet unable to throw up as he's filled with nausea and fear. His heart races as he stares into the sink, trembling.

There’s only water and the cup, of course there is, that's all he was drinking.

He pushes himself away from the sink as his heart races as he feels like he's going to throw up, choosing to hover over the trash can until it's clear that he's not actually going to throw up. But now he's trembling, he can't get the taste out of his mouth or the red from the corer of his vision or their hands off of him or the laughter out of his head.

He heaves again but again, nothing comes up.

He finally stumbles his way back to his room even if it feels like his legs are about to give way beneath him.

He grabs his phone and unlocks it, his thumb hesitating over his contact list, taking a deep and shaky breath and calling Henrik.

He already debates on hanging up before the first ring but he manages to hold out to the fifth when Henrik finally picks up.

“Hello?” Comes the groggy voice of his brother.

“H-hey man, it's me.” Chase greets with a shaky voice.

“Chase?” Henrik asks, sounding more awake and concerned, “What's wrong? What's happening.”

“I-I had a n-nightmare...” He tries not to verbally swear at himself when he stutters, feeling so embarrassed.

“Oh Chase… Can you try breathing for me?”

“N-no.”

“Okay, let's try something else then,” He can hear rustling from Henrik’s side of the phone, presumably getting up.

“What are five things you can see?” 

“What?”

“What are, five things you can see?” He asks Chase a bit slower this time.

Chase takes a shaky breath as he looks around, wiping away any tears blurring his vision.

“The wall, my lamp, the carpet…” He trails off, trying to decide what else to choose.

“Good good, keep going you only two more, don’t think about it just choose.”

Chase swallows, then gags as the taste of whiskey rears it’s ugly head.

“Chase? What's wrong?”

Chase chooses to ignore his brother on that. “A picture with Sammi and Jamie at the park and my legs.”

“That's good but Chase what was that? Do you need to throw up?”

He trembles before quietly whispering. “I can’t, I can’t stop the taste of whiskey.”

“Chase?” Henrik sounds so, so concerned now.

“I haven’t, I haven’t been drinking I haven’t for a while now but it won’t go away.” He sobs out before quickly covering his mouth, more embarrassed than he has in a while.

“Have you tried drinking water?” Henrik asks gently.

“Yes, it tastes like it to.”

“Have you tried eating?”

Chase hesitates before shaking his head before realizing that his brother can’t see him. “N-No.”

“Okay, I need you to get up and go to the kitchen and find some crackers, alright?”

Chase nods, before pushing himself up off the floor and shakily making his way to the kitchen, he digs around in the cupboards before finding a sleeve of saltines and eating one, to his relief it does not taste like whiskey.

“Is everything alright Chase?” 

“Y-yeah, the crackers helped.”

“Good, good. Would you like to continue?”

Chase takes a shaky breath before nodding, “Yes, please…”

“Okay. Four things you can touch?”

“The… crackers, my phone, my pants… and the counter.” Chase takes another deep breath at the end, fighting off the smell of whiskey before devouring another cracker.

“Good, you’re doing wonderful. What about 3 things you can hear?”

Chase pauses, attempting to hear anything.

“Y-your breathing, the clock on the wall ticking…”

“Good, good, anything else?”

“The electricity in the walls.” He finally gets out, he had to listen pretty hard for that.

“Two things you can smell?” 

Chase’s heart stops for a second and the smell of whiskey comes rushing back for a few seconds as Chase tries his best to focus on anything else.

“The crackers and…”

“If you need to, open a window.” Henrik encourages gently. 

Chase hesitancy before shoving another cracker into his mouth and going and opening the window in front of the sink before sighing in relief at the cool fresh night air hits him in the face.

“Do you smell anything else?” Henrik asks gently.

“Wet grass.” 

“Good, now, one more thing. What can you taste?”

Chases freezes before relaxing, while there is a hint of the whiskey, the crackers are the main thing he can taste.

“The crackers.”

“Good good, I’d suggest eating a few more before drinking something alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Hen. Sorry for waking you up so late.” While admittedly still a little anxious, he’s no longer in full panic attack mode, and really tired.

“Of course, I told you that you can call me anytime you need help, I meant it.” Henrik assures, “You have no need to apologize.”

Chase just nods, going and eating a few more saltines before cautiously a glass of water before relaxing when the only thing he can taste is water and crackers.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep?” Henrik asks softly.

Chase pauses for a moment, thinking, “I think so, if I can't, I’ll just watch some tv but, I feel better now.”

He’s still shaky, but he knows that's most likely the adrenaline leaving him.

“Thank you, again.”

“You’re welcome Chase, and thank you for calling, Goodnight Chase.” 

“Yeah, yeah, thanks for pickin up, G’night Hen.” 

And with that, the brothers hang up. Chase eats a few more crackers and drinks a bit more water, putting the crackers away and the glass in the sink before making his way to bed.

He doesn’t even lay there long because as soon as he’s covered, he’s out like a light for hopefully, a dreamless sleep.

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Flu Season Part Two: Sick Day - Jimmy Lanik x Reader

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Part One: Flu Season

To Jimmy’s immense surprise you were awake when he checked in during his lunchbreak.

Your head perked up when you saw him step into the apartment. A small smile blessed your features as you pressed pause on the show you were watching. You were wrapped up in one of Jimmy’s sweaters, the sleeves were rolled up just over your elbows. You were wearing black leggings and your hair was pulled back into a messy bun. You had your work tablet on your lap and were tapping away at the screen.

Jimmy’s eyes flickered to the T.V, the bright happy faces of the Monsters Inc cast were frozen on the screen indicating that you were near the beginning of the movie. You always watched Pixar films when you were ill.  Sometimes both of you needed to be reminded that happy endings did exist.

"You’re supposed to be resting." Jimmy pointed out as he balanced a steaming container of chicken soup in one hand and a sachet of crackers in the other.

"I think I've managed to sleep off the majority of it." You concluded placing the tablet down on the coffee table. "That and the cold medication you gave me seems to have worked some wonders."

"You are looking for a lot better." Jimmy admitted, placing the soup down on the table.

He raised his hand, pressing the back of it to your forehead in order to check your temperature. This morning before he left, you had been practically burning up, now you were a more normal temperature. Jimmy dropped onto the couch beside you, satisfied by the latest development.

"I feel a lot better." You told him.

"You need to eat." Jimmy prompted opening the sachet of crackers and prodding them towards you.

"I'll try." You promised with a weary expression as you rubbed your unsettled stomach lightly. "My tummy is still a little bit queasy."

"At least try and eat a little." Jimmy persisted, reaching over and stirring the soup in an attempt to make it look more appetising.

"I am not afraid to give you this cold." You told him, your gaze dropping to his mouth with a tiny smile.

Jimmy raised his free hand used it to gently cover your pert pink lips as you lingered dangerously in his proximity. The fact you were clad in his clothing made you all the more enticing, he wondered what you were wearing underneath the material, and it made his skin flush with anticipation.

"Behave." Jimmy managed to say as he jerked himself away from the image of you lying naked underneath him.

"But you like it so much better when I don't." You mumbled against the palm of his hand, the sensation of your soft lips tickling his skin.

"You’re trying to seduce me, so I forget about the soup." Jimmy countered, trying to keep his mind on his purpose, instead of the feel of your lips wrapped around his cock.

Your fingers grasped his wrist and pulled it away from your mouth revealing a petulant grin. Your eyes were burning with mischief as you struggled onto your knees, bringing your bodies even closer together so the material of your clothes brushed lightly.

"You’re putting up a good fight Jimmy, but I can see the evidence from here." You said looking pointedly at his erection as it strained against his jeans.

Clearly fighting you wasn't working. Jimmy knew when you wanted something. So, he tried bargaining.

"Eat the soup and I’ll take you away next weekend." Jimmy offered.

You eyes lit up and he knew he had you. It had been a while since the two of had spent some quality time together and he knew you craved it just as much as he did.

“A bed and breakfast on Lake Geneva, or maybe Saugatuck. We could tour the art galleries, try out the local breweries.” Jimmy suggested, his fingertips trailing over your arm. "But only if you eat the soup."

You complied, picking up the spoon and proceeding to devour the dish in small increments. At least that was something he didn’t have to worry about when he headed back to work. You finished up eating before Jimmy’s arm wrapped around your shoulders drawing you close. You tucked yourself against him, your eyes closing as your head came to rest on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.

"I can only stay for a few more minutes." Jimmy told you, his lips brushing tenderly over your forehead. “I wish I could take the afternoon off and stay with you like this for the rest of the day.”

"I know." You murmured, taking solace in his presence, even if it was only for a couple more minutes. “That’s why I love you.”

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number 5 for cleaner max and rich charles!! this actually sounds really fun and different from the usual concepts, would love a snippet <3

Hehe thankssss, okay, so I mostly have the concept of it and not much of the actual text to be honest. But I wrote this today, because I got a brain worm, it is well into the story, when Charles leaves for a month and asks Max to move into his apartment and look after it until he is gone. They are pretty gone for each other at that point:

Charles gets home and Max is still there and he also made some food.

Charles walks into his kitchen somewhat surprised he is seeing Max sitting on a high chair eating a bowl of pasta. “Max?”

“Oh, hi, you are back!” Max smiles and starts gesturing without putting down his fork. “I thought you’d be hungry, I made some pasta.” He keeps going seemingly oblivious to the shocked state of Charles.

“Max.” His face relaxes as he says the name again, swallowing slowly.

“I’m sorry if it’s not so good, I’m not used to cooking a lot, it’s pesto and pasta, you like it no?” Max rambles and finally puts down the fork and gets off of the chair, taking a step closer to Charles.

“Max.” He is blinking and opening and closing his mouth like a dumb dumb, but his mind is trying to decide if he would confess his feelings first or bend the blonde over the table before that.

Max keeps talking, sweet and cheerful, and Charles can’t take it anymore.

Charles takes two strides to reach him, one hand circling behind the broad back, pulling him close, the other sliding onto Max’s cheek to keep him in place when Charles kisses him. Fucking finally. It’s short and Max needs a second to process before he is cupping Charles’ cheeks reciprocating the kiss with all the longing and desperation he felt in the last month away from him.

“Max.” Charles mumbles like it’s the only think occupying his mind right now, like he can’t process it, like he just needs to make sure it is real. “Bedroom, please, now.” He breathes onto the red lips before kissing them again with fever.

“But I made food, aren’t you hungry?” Max chokes on his words when Charles sucks on his neck, fingers digging into the small coat still on Charles.

“Hungry for you.” The sentence would make Max laugh in any other situation but not right now, not when Charles is kissing his neck with the intent of devouring him right on the spot.

“But I made food.” Max is sighing, finally getting rid of the coat, fingers sliding under the simple black T-shirt. The feeling of Charles body under his hands after so long feels unreal. “It’s still warm.” He reasons nonetheless.

Charles returns to his lips, his tongue slipping into Max’s mouth instinctively, and it feels like heaven. God, he couldn’t count how many times be imagined this and it is just a million times better than his brain could remember.

“Alright, food first, just give me a minute please. I missed you too much.” It’s out before he could think about it, Max tipping his head back giving him more space to kiss and suck and bite his neck.

“I missed you too.” It’s natural as it falls from his lips peppered with some sighs, and maybe it shouldn’t be. “Every fucking day, Charles.” The long fingers are sliding onto Max’s stomach and he starts regretting his idea of food first. “God you feel so good.” He mumbles and tightens his arms around the lean body, coaxing a groan from Charles.

“How about a quick dinner, but you stay in my arms and then I’ll take you to the bedroom and you won’t fucking leave until tomorrow?” Charles negotiates and Max is whining, his lips back on Charles hungry mouth.

“Okay, okay. How about eating on the couch, I can sit on your lap.”

“I’d love that but it’s not an option.” Charles laughs a bit grinding his hard cock into Max’s thigh. “If you are on my lap I won’t stand not fucking you, baby.”

Max whines again, his shirt getting discarded quickly, and it feels like they are losing this battle. “Ok, new plan,” he chokes on his words when Charles sucks on his nipple. “Bedroom now, recover and food after, then any fucking point you this house, because I couldn’t care if you want to shower or anything, just please fuck me already.”

[krizaland]

Found Once Again Chapter 20

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Be Warned: There are mentions of blood and scars and mild language ahead!

First Previous

"Oh. Thank you. You didn't have to go to all that trouble for me, you know." Bao Li noted as she took the peach.

"Pssh! That was no trouble. Heck that barely even qualified as trouble." Wukong scoffed as he begun to munch on a peach

Bao Li couldn't help but giggle as she watched Wukong greedily devour as many  peaches as he could get his hands on.

“What's so funny?" Wukong asked with his mouth full.

"It's nothing, really. It's just, I never thought that I would meet anyone else that eats the way you do. But I was proven wrong today." Bao Li admitted as she took a few bites of her peach.

"Oh? Who'd you meet today?"

"I believe his name was Ping."

Wukong nearly choked on his peach.

"Oh my! Are you alright?" Bao Li asked as she covered her mouth.

“Don't worry! I'm fine-"-Wukong coughed- "-So tell me about this Ping guy."

"Well, he was a very nice therapist who came into Pigsy's earlier today. I think I should probably thank him, since he was the one who advised me to come talk to you." Bao Li giggled as she resumed eating.

“Ok so promise not to get mad or anything buuut I might've visited Pigsy's in disguise so I could spend some time with you." Wukong confessed sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Eh?! You mean to tell me that you're Ping?!" Bao Li yelped.

"Yeah...you caught me. I'm sorry, Peaches I wasn't trying to trick you or anything. I just wanted to make sure you were doing ok and I figured you probably didn't want to see me. So I went undercover. Then I just got carried away." Wukong sighed as he hung his head. 

"Well, normally I would be upset about this sort of thing. But in all honesty, I'm tired of being angry with you. So I'll let this slide as long as you promise not to do anything like this again." Bao Li explained as she kept eating her peach.

"Don't worry! I promise!" Wukong assured as he held up a hand.

"Good!"

After a few minutes of eating, Wukong broke the silence.

"You have no idea how grateful I am to have you back, peaches." 

"I'm grateful to be back. There's so much to explore and of course I get to spend time with you too. What could be better?" Bao Li agreed as she gazed into the horizon.

"Well maybe snuggling together." Wukong teased as he scooted closer.

"Perhaps that could be arranged." Bao Li giggled as she leaned in his shoulder.

Wukong threw his arms around Bao Li and kissed the top of her head.

"I promise I'll never lose you again. Not even The Jade Emperor's army will keep me from you this time."

“That's very sweet but I was never attacked by The Jade Emperor’s army." Bao Li reminded as she leaned into his touch.

“That's right! You mentioned that a few days ago. I gotta ask, if it wasn't The Jade Emperor's army that got you stuck in that crystal then what did?" Wukong asked curiously.

“Well it's not a what but rather a who." Bao Li corrected softly.

“Well who was it?! Who got you trapped in that crystal?!" Wukong demanded, his voice laced with desperation.

“It was Peng. You see, after I ran off the night of our fight, Peng had followed me. They appeared before me and insisted on punishing my 'childish behavior' as they put it. I tried not to engage but Peng decided to attack me regardless. They even pierced my tail with their talons-" -Bao Li took off the ribbon on her tail to reveal a nasty scar.

Wukong felt his heart shatter at the sight of the scar.

That explained the bloodstains on the ground!

“Peng did this to you?!” Wukong gasped as he inspected the scar.

“Yes. It hurt so bad that I sat up to inspect it. Then Peng charged at me. I tried to defend myself but Peng was overpowering  me. Then I guess I was so overwhelmed by everything that was going on I lost control of my powers. The last thing I remember was Peng's ji aimed at my face." Bao Li explained as she tied the ribbon back on.

Suddenly, Wukong's grip tightened as a few tears trickled down his cheeks.

"I should've known that bastard was responsible for this. Bao Li, I am so sorry I believed their lies. I-"

“You don't have to apologize for anything. Peng was always a good liar." Bao Li reassured as she patted his arm.

“Yeah. Lying was pretty much the only thing they were good at." Wukong chuckled half-heartedly.

“Indeed."

“All I can say is, Peng's lucky they're not around anymore. Otherwise I would've made them wish they were never born." Wukong whispered as he clung to Bao Li.

"Normally I'd be against killing someone but I certainly wouldn't protest if you taught Peng a lesson." Bao Li admitted as she returned the hug.

“Good! Because I swear if I ever see them again I'll-"

Bao Li silenced Wukong with a kiss on the cheek.

His face burned pink as he immediately returned the favor.

“I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

"Don't worry. I don't plan to ever leave it." Bao Li reassured as she nuzzled into his cheek.

“Good! Now c'mon, I think I'm waay overdue for some cuddles." Wukong chuckled as he scooped up Bao Li.

"I'm more than happy to oblige, my king." Bao Li giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

And with that, Wukong carried Bao Li, bridal style, all the way back to the temple. 

After entering the Temple, Wukong brought Bao Li to his bedchambers and carefully set her down in his hammock.

He then climbed in beside her and slid his arms around her waist.

“I've missed this so so much." Wukong whispered, his voice wavering a bit.

"I've missed this too. I love you so much, Sunbeam." Bao Li replied as she pressed her head against his chest.

“I love you more than you could ever know, peaches." Wukong whispers as he kissed the top of her head.

And with that, the two monkeys both fell into a deep sleep.

The End

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And with that we’ve reached the end! Thank you all so much for going on this journey with me! Rest assured there’ll be more Royalpeaches in the future!

Thank you for reading!

I love you!

[wealthprobability]

Proverbs 30

The Words of Agur

30 The words of Agur the son of Jakeh, the [a]oracle.

The man declares to Ithiel, to Ithiel and Ucal:

2 Surely I am more stupid than any man,

And I do not have the understanding of a man.

3 Neither have I learned wisdom,

Nor do I have the knowledge of the Holy One.

4 Who has ascended into heaven and descended?

Who has gathered the wind in His fists?

Who has wrapped the waters in [b]His garment?

Who has established all the ends of the earth?

What is His name or His son’s name?

Surely you know!

5 Every word of God is tested;

He is a shield to those who take refuge in Him.

6 Do not add to His words

Or He will reprove you, and you will be proved a liar.

7 Two things I asked of You,

Do not refuse me before I die:

8 Keep deception and [c]lies far from me,

Give me neither poverty nor riches;

Feed me with the food that is my portion,

9 That I not be full and deny You and say, “Who is the Lord?”

Or that I not be in want and steal,

And profane the name of my God.

10 Do not slander a slave to his master,

Or he will curse you and you will be found guilty.

11 There is a [d]kind of man who curses his father

And does not bless his mother.

12 There is a [e]kind who is pure in his own eyes,

Yet is not washed from his filthiness.

13 There is a [f]kind—oh how lofty are his eyes!

And his eyelids are raised in arrogance.

14 There is a [g]kind of man whose teeth are like swords

And his jaw teeth like knives,

To devour the afflicted from the earth

And the needy from among men.

15 The leech has two daughters,

“Give,” “Give.”

There are three things that will not be satisfied,

Four that will not say, “Enough”:

16 [h]Sheol, and the barren womb,

Earth that is never satisfied with water,

And fire that never says, “Enough.”

17 The eye that mocks a father

And [i]scorns a mother,

The ravens of the valley will pick it out,

And the young eagles will eat it.

18 There are three things which are too wonderful for me,

Four which I do not understand:

19 The way of an eagle in the sky,

The way of a serpent on a rock,

The way of a ship in the middle of the sea,

And the way of a man with a maid.

20 This is the way of an adulterous woman:

She eats and wipes her mouth,

And says, “I have done no wrong.”

21 Under three things the earth quakes,

And under four, it cannot bear up:

22 Under a slave when he becomes king,

And a fool when he is satisfied with food,

23 Under an unloved woman when she gets a husband,

And a maidservant when she supplants her mistress.

24 Four things are small on the earth,

But they are exceedingly wise:

25 The ants are not a strong people,

But they prepare their food in the summer;

26 The [j]shephanim are not mighty people,

Yet they make their houses in the rocks;

27 The locusts have no king,

Yet all of them go out in ranks;

28 The lizard you may grasp with the hands,

Yet it is in kings’ palaces.

29 There are three things which are stately in their march,

Even four which are stately when they walk:

30 The lion which is mighty among beasts

And does not [k]retreat before any,

31 The [l]strutting rooster, the male goat also,

And a king when his army is with him.

32 If you have been foolish in exalting yourself

Or if you have plotted evil, put your hand on your mouth.

33 For the [m]churning of milk produces butter,

And pressing the nose brings forth blood;

So the [n]churning of anger produces strife.

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort's Will - Chapter 8 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

The rich, warm smell of cinnamon seeps into the air.

An excess amount of saliva slides down the sides of my tongue and my stomach grumbles.

I haven't smelled, let alone tasted any other food but pineapple in weeks.

Reyo pushes his chair around to the other side of his desk and gestures for me to sit.

It has a tall back and looks every bit as fancy and important as he does.

I hesitantly take a seat and my hand slides over the purple velvet of the arm.

The soft fabric tickles my fingertips.

"You must be hungry," Reyo comments.

"I'll send up a meal for you while we talk."

"No, no. That's alright."

Reyo shakes his head.

"I insist."

My stomach roars in protest but I can't accept the offer.

Already I'm discussing the terms of a debt left unpaid.

The more they freely give, the more I will have to pay in return.

Reyo taps on a hidden button on his desk.

"Mr. Primary?"

"Please send up a buffet trey of an assortment of food and drink to the war room."

"Yes, Mr. Primary. Right away."

The small static evaporates into silence.

Reyo smiles again and he moves around to the front of the desk and leans his weight against it.

It seems like such a relaxed and casual stance, an odd juxtaposition to the authority and rigidity radiating from him.

"It's just a term, you know," he says after a pause.

"War room. In fact, during the first war, I can't recall a single discussion about it actually taking place here."

His bright eyes flicker around the room, silently exchanging haunted memories with the walls that are so foreign to me.

Reyo looks no older than I am,but hearing him talk about the first war puts his age into perspective.

Just like Brayden, he is hundreds of years old, silently slipping through the fingers of Time's hand.

"Of course, I was just a young kid then," he adds, smiling to himself.

"I was following the lead of the Primary who came before me."

I nod, not knowing how to add to the conversation.

What little information I absorbed from my history class about the first war is long gone now.

Besides, even when we did discuss the first war, the Secondary population was rarely mentioned.

A succinct knock radiates against the door before a guard pops his head in.

"A cart of food has arrived for you, Mr. Primary," he says.

Reyo waves him inside.

"Splendid. Bring it in and put it next to our guest."

The guard pushes the door open wider and rolls the cart towards me.

The dishes clatter across its metal surface as it moves across the bumpy, rock floor.

When the guard brings it to a stop next to the chair, his gaze flickers to me.

It's a warning glance, one I know carries a threat with it.

Should I make even the slightest move out of line with Reyo, there will be hell to pay.

"Thank you, Taden," Reyo says in dismissal.

The guard nods stiffly and leaves without protest.

I'm sure he knows since I'm human I pose no real danger to his leader but he doesn't like that I'm here all the same.

His footsteps are heavy as they traipse across the large room.

The door closes and Reyo nods to the cart of food beside me.

"Eat," he commands.

"Please."

A myriad of smells waft from the short distance between me and the cart.

I chance a look over to it and my stomach rolls with delight.

There's meats, breads, cheeses, fruits, a cup of water and desserts.

It's more food than I've seen in months.

I reach out slowly and pick up one of the perfectly rounded rolls on the bread dish.

It's still warm.

I bring it to my nose, breathing in the faint smell of butter and yeast.

It's soft to the touch, reminding me of the biscuits I used to get at the local diner.

The first bite is small.

I haven't had anything but pineapple in weeks.

Even though it's not a rich food, I'm not sure how my stomach will handle the sudden change in menu.

The warm bread practically melts in my mouth and it takes everything in me not to devour the rest in a single bite.

"How is it?" Reyo asks after I take another few bites.

I chew quickly and swallow down the bite.

It's still a bit too big and the soft dough burns on its way down my throat.

"Delicious," I admit.

"Thank you."

He seems pleased with my response and nods in recognition of my manners.

He allows me a bit of silence while I finish my roll and wash it down with water.

When I reach for a piece of what looks like turkey, Reyo clears his throat to let me know that my moment of solace has now ended.

He peers down at me.

"From what bits and pieces I gathered, you were in search of the Secondary population. Is this accurate?"

The turkey in my mouth suddenly becomes tasteless.

"Yes."

He tilts his head, curious.

"And why is that?"

This moment, right here, is what the past few months have been building up to.

Brayden and I suffered through freezing nights and days with barely any food.

All of it was for a chance to find the Secondary population and convince them to once again restore peace among humans and vampires.

I can't screw this up.

I just can't.

I swallow hard and find the courage to meet the Primary's gaze.

"A few reasons. We discovered Brayden used to be a Secondary before he changed. He actually helped in the first war."

Reyo nods.

"So I'm aware."

The lack of surprise on his face sets me on edge.

Perhaps this is why the Secondary population chose him as the Primary.

He's incredibly put-together and confident.

He's the type of person who isn't rattled easily.

Even if my response is new information for him, I won't be able to tell.

But this feels different.

This feels like a test.

It's as if he already knows the real reason behind our visit and is simply testing me to see if I'll tell him.

My sweaty hands rub together as I wring my hands.

What if I tell him I need their help and he kicks us out?

Worse, what if they put me in a holding cell?

I glance down at my pale skin and think about Brayden.

He gave us a chance to run.

He gave us a chance at a life of just he and I, even if it meant always being on the run.

I have to tell Reyo the real reason we're here.

If I don't, then turning down Brayden's offer will be for nothing.

[polyghostfacehours]

i’m so happy to meet people who like this AND are active you make my day also stu and billy showing randy how to fuck by fucking reader in front of him just a thought just a little request love u

HAHA I LOVE THIS IDEA LOL. Wasn't planning on posting a drabble today, but I couldn't resist. Hope you like!

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TW: NSFW. GN!afab!Reader. Cucking. Stu being a douche lol. "Teahing" in quotations.

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Lesson Plans - Stu Macher x GN!afab!Reader. Implied Randy Meeks x GN!afab!Reader

Randy felt like his world was simultaneously ending and opening up to him at once.

Watching this, watching you, watching Stu... it all felt like trying to focus on a fixed point in the distance while fireworks exploded around him. He couldn't get harder if he tried, and it's a realization that had him cursing under his breath in both arousal and shame.

"Fuuuck dude. I had no idea you were squandering this kinda blessing, man." Stu half gasped, half laughed as he continued rutting into your trembling frame.

You look up at him, eyes barely focusing and tongue practically lolling out, before you lock onto his blown-out blues. The grin he shoots back down at you has you shivering. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

"This is supposed to be a lesson Stu-pid." Randy gritted out, the sudden sound of his voice earning back your attention. Stu chuckles and gives a particularly deep thrust that had you gasping out.

"Yeah, yeah I know, man. But, like, it's just-" He catches his bottom lip on his canine as his pace picks up, his eyes not leaving you for a second. "How do I teach you to be a good lay? Just eat 'em out, let 'em cum, put it in, find the angle - BAM!" He punctuates the last expletive with a well-angled thrust, his left leg lifting up to plant his foot on the bed to lean into you to drive home. "Waterworks!" he chuckles.

If those words had come from any other frat-boy, surfer dude wannabe you'd be rolling your eyes straight into your skull. Yet, despite the clear clown genes jumping out, you had to admit, Stu did know what he was doing.

"Hey!" Randy barked out, shifting and sitting up in his chair. "This isn't a free fuck session dork. Show me what you're doing." Randy's mounting frustration at Stu's clear apathy towards his end of the "deal" was showing, so you decide to shift your body towards your beau, moving your hands down to rub at your engorged clit.

"H-here. This is the angle R-R-Randy!" You practically pant like a dog as you try and give him a good view of the position you and Stu are in. Stu ignores this clear play at you re-including Randy and cuts in obnoxiously.

"Oh fuuuck yeah, baby. Love when you touch yourself. Love seeing that and feelin' you clench. How 'bout...this!"

Stu adjusted himself once again, somehow hitting your swollen insides at an even better angle than before. Over and over pleasure wracks your body. But the real boon was Stu's large hand slapping your own hand away as he took over rubbing your clit, nearly mimicking your movements from earlier to a T. It felt amazing. You could say a lot about Stu, but he was surprisingly observant.

"This is how ya do it Rand." The blond's voice dips down a few octaves, sounding almost gravelly or predatory, and you gulp when you realize he still had his eyes locked on your face as he says it.

Your head falls back, and you're unable to even look at Randy anymore. Shame would've crept up on you if you weren't six seconds from tipping over the edge and cumming around Stu's large pistoning cock. When you do hit your end, what comes out of your mouth is a warped portmanteau of their names, something you know Randy would pay you back for deliciously tenfold later.

Your head lolls over tiredly, looking over towards Randy as Stu pulls out and jerks himself on your stomach with a hiss and slew of compliments. To your surprise, Randy doesn't look nearly as mad as you thought he would. Maybe it was the white ribbons of cum coating his bare chest or the fucked out expression on his face that made him look less upset than he probably was.

You lock eyes with him. Stu's saying something, going on and on about how fucking hot you were and how you were tighter than any of his exes before yada yada. You weren't listening. Your focus was on your man, one who you knew would be more than eager to replicate Stu's technique later. You almost lick your lips at the thought.

"- oh and MAN, Billy would love ya Y/N. He thinks you're hot anyway. Hey Ray, we should totally get him in on-"

"NO."