#ehh not my kind of hot

[squoxle]

Can u do a short ff where y/n came from the gym and she’s looking hot as ever. And heeseung is home while he talks to his gamer friends . And when he sees y/n he’s flabbergasted.

Can I? Hmm…I can try😏🖤 (you probably didn't read this b4 you asked. no worries tho...i was itching to start writing for EN- again anyway)

𐙚Heated~L.HS ff 18+𐙚

💋pairing: Heeseung!fwb x Reader!fm | 💋wc: 1.3k | 💋summary: Do I really need to explain this??? basically, you came home after working out, and Heeseung couldn't keep his eyes off your sexy, sweaty body. |💋cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, sexual jokes, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby]=heeseung coded Enjoy :)

"Dammit," you swore as your phone fell out of your pocket. You slid your headphones down to wrap around your neck as you kneeled down to pick up your phone.

"Hey," Jake said as you flipped your phone around, checking for any scratches or cracks. "How was the gym?"

"Ehh nothing too special," you shrugged before lugging your bag over your shoulder. "There was this one guy who kept flirting with me. He even tried giving me his number," you laughed under your breath.

"A guy? Flirting with you? What else did this guy do?" Heeseung spat. It seemed like hearing that pissed him off a bit as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"It really wasn't all that. I don't know why you're getting upset anyway. We're just friends. It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything," You said before taking a sip from your water bottle. It was the kind you can use your teeth to yank open, though that may not be the intended way of doing it.

"How'd you know she went to the gym?" Heeseung asked, looking at the other guys as he took his dark eyes off you.

"Uhh...well if I was an asshole--which I'm not--I would say that anyone with a fucking brain could tell by what she went to the gym just by looking at her," Jay said sarcastically as you stood by the door wearing compression tights and a cropped hoodie that covered your sports bra.

"Yeah, that and she told us before she left an hour ago," Sunghoon added.

"Oh," Heeseung said as he went back to staring at you.

You flashed him a puzzled look as he licked his lips before biting on the lower one as he scanned your body up and down. You couldn't believe the bipolar attitude this boy had at times.

"Yo dude! What the fuck was that?" Jay laughed as he saw the way Heeseung was practically drolling over you. "Don't tell me that she's turning you on that easily," Jay continued as he shook Hee's shoulder. "She's literally like a sister to us."

"More like a step-sister," Sunghoon chuckled. "You can see it all over his face. He wants to fuck her just as badly as that guy at the gym," He smirked before turning to look at you himself. He could see how Heeseung could like the way you looked with your hair stuck to the sides of your face from the sweat. Especially when you took off your hoodie, revealing your breasts that were also decorated with sweat that dripped from your collarbone.

"What?" Heeseung shook his head. The thoughts in his mind caused him to go completely blank.

"Woah! Even his little buddy thinks so," Jake threw his head back laughing. Heeseung looked down to see his hard-on bulging in his sweats, before looking over at you.

"Dude you're freaking her out," Jake continued as he looked over to see your flushed face.

"Uhhh...I'm just gonna go," you said awkwardly as you walked to your room.

"Hey, if I were you I'd just be honest and tell everyone how bad I wanna fuck her," Sunghoon smirked.

"Fuck off, man," Heeseung spat as he left the room following behind you.

"What do you want?" You said as you rummaged through your drawers looking for an outfit to put on after your shower.

“I think you already know,” Heeseung said as he closed the door behind him. The thought of your sweaty body bouncing on his cock was enough to get him started.

“Right now? You’re joking…” you said as you placed the stack of clothes on your bed. You were in no mood to engage in some sexual activity with him right now for two reasons. One, it's literally the middle of the fucking day, and two, the guys are still awake sitting in the living room down the hall.

“How do you expect me to react after seeing your hot sexy body covered in sweat?” he said cocking his head to the side as if you could read the horny thoughts running through his mind.

“Umm, disgusted. Like a normal person,” you folded your arms. You were indirectly trying to hint to him that this wasn't a good time, but by the look on his face you could tell that wasn't working.

“Hmm, well that would probably be the case if we didn’t have our little side thing.”

“Okay, you’re either desperate or stupid if you think we’re gonna have sex right now.”

“What if I’m both?” Heeseung said before reaching down to grip his dick through his pants. “I’m aching for you and I know how bad you want me. You just hate to admit that I’m right,” he continued as he walked up to you, placing a delicate yet sensual kiss on your cheek while holding your chin.

“You’re sick,” you spat ripping away from his grip. “And when you’re horny, you’re a fucking dog,” you said picking up your clothes before walking to the door.

“Ah ah ah~” Heeseung said as he held the door shut with his hand. “You know I always get what I want,” he smiled before kissing your neck.

“I said, not right n—“ you were cut off by Heeseung gripping your ass. His fingers reached through your thighs to your pussy. You perked your ass up to give him a better shot as he rubbed against your pussy through the tight fabric.

“What was that you were saying,” Heeseung smiled before sucking on your neck, biting a bit of your skin hard enough to cause you to let out a small moan.

“What if they hear us?”

“Who cares?” Heeseung said as he pressed his dick against your ass.

“Heeseung,” you sighed.

“Relax, just stay quiet and we should be okay,” he pulled down your tights, exposing your ass to him.

You covered your mouth with your hands as Heeseung glided his dick between your folds before pushing himself in.

“Mmph!” You gasped. Heeseung let out a soft chuckle from behind you as he began pounding into your slimy hole.

He gripped your waist with one of his hands while the other he used to stimulate your clit. You braced yourself against the door that slightly knocked from your movements.

“H-Heeseung! A-ah,” you moaned as your walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

“That’s it baby. Take all of Daddy’s dick like a good girl,” he said pumping into you so hard that you were on your toes at this point.

Just as you reached your climax, Heeseung pulled his dick out of you. “What?” You said turning around to see his dick still twitching.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded. “And turn around,” he continued as you dropped down into doggy position.

He didn’t waste time to slam his dick into you, fucking you hard and fast as his thighs slapped against your ass.

“Ah!” You moaned a little too loud.

Heeseung pulled you back, shoving two fingers into your mouth as he kept fucking you. Before you came he shot his cum on your back before getting up to leave the room.

“Wait. Where are you going?” You asked as you pulled your tights back up.

“I’m finished,” he shrugged. “You can go take your shower now. I’m done being a pervert,” he winked before walking down the hall.

“Wh-heeseung?!” You shouted. "Ugh," you huffed, picking up your clothes before walking to the shower.

"What was that all about?" Jay asked as Heeseung plopped down on the sofa next to him.

"Nothing," he smirked. "She's just being dramatic as usual."

"Mhm. Sure," Sunghoon smirked before sitting back.

"Soooo, can we get back to the game now?" Jake asked.

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Strawberries and Cream

Paring: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 7.1k

Notes: 🎶 is that a baton in your pocket or are you just happy to see me🎶 please understand I’m gonna shoot myself in the face if I ever have to edit this chapter again it is what it ISSSSS

Episode 6: Blueberry Pie

This entire chapter be like

Eddie calls you around 10 pm, asking you to pick him up so he can take you somewhere special. He’s still got a day or two before he’s allowed to drive with his shoulder and you’ve been taking him everywhere lately, just to spend time together.

You show up a little after 10, he’s on his front porch, just chilling, waiting, playing some random game on his phone while he waits for you.��

“You’re late Sugar Cube,” He says as he pushes off the wall, walking to the Jeep

“It’s 10:04 you big baby” You stick your tongue out as he gets in, and he leans over and kisses it right back into your mouth 

“Are you always late?” He buckles his seatbelt and watches you blink slowly, processing what just happened 

“Huh?”

“I said,” He kisses you again, a little slower this time

“Are you always late?”

“Ehh??” You shrug, unable to form a sentence and he snorts, taking your phone from the stand and typing in an address for you

“I hope you don’t mind…” He holds up a pink pouch “I bought you a little something” 

He won’t tell you what it is, or where you’re going. He just keeps ignoring those questions and asks you some instead. How was your day? What did you do? Did you miss me? Little things but it’s cute the way he’s interested in these things 

You pull up in front of a large house, the lights are off. You shut off the car and look through the windshield 

“What are we doing here? Are you gonna kidnap me??”

“Yeah I made you drive Buck’s Jeep to my super secret kidnapping hideout” He gets out of the Jeep and comes around to your side, opening the door for you. You hesitantly hop out, narrowing your eyes at him 

“I have friends okay? They’re out of town and they asked me to housesit. Said I could use whatever I wanted… that includes the pool and hot tub”

“We’re going swimming?! Night swimming!? That’s the best kind of swimming!!” You squeal excitedly as he brings you inside. 

It’s a very nice place, these people clearly have money. He brings you to the pool house, handing you the little pink pouch 

“I bought you a new swimsuit… I hope you like it. Buck sent me the size of the one you have now. I hope that’s alright with you”

“A new swimsuit? You didn’t have to do that I have a perfectly good one” You take the bag from him, opening it up to peek inside 

“I know, but I just really wanted to… I wanted to see you in this. If you’re uncomfortable in it I’ll just give you my shirt okay? That’s always an option”

“Thank you, Eddie, I’m sure I’ll love it. Or you know, absolutely hate your guts for it, who knows!” 

He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm and flicks you off

“You change in there, I’ll be on the other side” He shuts the curtain and goes into the little cubicle next to you to change too

You pull the swimsuit from the bag, and honestly? It’s not that bad. It’s a pretty, black, two-piece with the sides cut out on the bottoms and ties and a short-sleeved low-cut top. You’re pretty sure he wanted those sides on purpose just to be able to feel you up.  

He lets out a low whistle as soon as you walk out and you roll your eyes, doing a little spin 

“How do I look?” 

“Good enough to eat” He winks and takes your hand, leading you over to the pool. You step back a little, letting go of his hand as he walks in, he goes under for a minute, swimming out a bit before coming back up

“Aren’t you coming?” He tilts his head, and you shrug a bit

“Awww what’s wrong pretty girl, don’t wanna get wet?”

You cross your arms over your chest “No…no it’s not that!”

“So what is it?” 

You roll your eyes, looking down, and shrug “I can’t… I can’t swim” You mumble 

“Don’t worry about that, mi vida. C’mon the waters warm” Eddie reaches for your hands, water droplets flowing down his body. His gorgeous…sculpted-

“Earth to Y/N. Come on. I’ll hold you” Eddie smirks as you step down into the water, the water is warm and you narrow your eyes at him

“You know the pool chemicals will tell me if you peed” 

His head falls back laughing as he pulls you into his chest, floating backward with you in his arms

“That’s so childish oh my god” 

His body feels good against yours, your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your face in his shoulder. He runs his hands down your bare sides and squeezes your hips. You feel his hands slide over your ass and your breath hitches in your throat

“See? Safe and sound…” He says quietly, nuzzling against you “And I didn’t freaking pee”

You snort into his shoulder and push at him “You’re so annoying oh my god”

“You literally started it!” He gives your ass a swat and your mouth drops open. Ever since the beach…and the drive-in, he’s been openly affectionate with you, there are no labels yet. For you two at least. Buck however is losing his mind every single second of every single day. 

He nuzzles into your neck again, his favorite thing to do. You smell like summer and strawberries and he’s addicted to it 

He carefully lets you go, holding you by your hands and pulling you slowly around the pool. You let him drag you through the water and he goes a little deeper. He pulls you closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist and your hands on his shoulders

“I could teach you to swim,” He says, continuing to walk you around 

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have an excuse to hold me”

“Oh sweet girl, I don’t need an excuse to have my hands on you” 

He dips his head into yours, kissing you softly. He pulls away slowly, smirking at the little dazed smile on your face. 

“I don’t need an excuse to want to taste you either… just waiting for when you finally let me” 

“I let you kiss me all the time”

“That’s not what I’m saying” 

There’s a long pause while he stares directly into your eyes, he’s daring you. Practically begging you to take the bait, god it should be illegal for his voice to be that deep, that sultry when he’s saying things like this. His heart flutters at the way you swallow and your lips part, like you’re really considering it and he wants you to be considering it. He wants that pretty little head of yours to think about being with him like that

He walks backward until his back hits a wall and pulls you into his lap. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and his hands settle on your ass

“Watcha thinkin' about” He grins wickedly and you roll your eyes 

“Nothin…” you feel shy in his lap, suddenly a little self-conscious.

Maybe a bikini wasn’t the best idea. And it had nothing to do with your image at the moment, you’d worn that with confidence

But right now? You wish you were wearing one of those old-timey dress-type bathing suits. His hands feel good, they’re strong and a bit calloused from work. His biceps are… something else as your hands rest on them for a moment. Every little thing about Eddie is driving you crazy right now, especially the way his hair curls a little when it’s wet. 

“Nothin'?” He mimics your voice and you frown at his teasing, he kisses your nose making you giggle 

“Come on… use your words, Princess” 

“God, do you really have to tease me that much?” 

“Do you not like it?” 

“I hate it!” You make a little face at him and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose against yours 

“Oh come on baby girl no you don’t” 

“Okay, I don’t… but can’t I be the one to make you nervous?”

“You do make me nervous Y/N” he scoffs, laughing.

“God since the minute I set eyes on you like two months ago…I can’t seem to do anything right. I literally had my shirt on backward the other day because you called me when I was getting dressed before work!” 

You giggle and run your fingers through the back of his hair as he talks, your cheeks flush and he sighs, leaning into your touch, his body glistening with water in the moonlight 

“I had to sign off on the chore sheet…and I wrote “Y/N Diaz” on it” 

He cringes at that one and you snort, shaking your head 

“Okay that one’s embarrassing”

“You know what was really embarrassing? When Chim found it in the trash and sent it to the group chat. God they still haven’t let me forget that and that was like a week ago or something” 

You feel a little bad, giggling at his cringy misfortune, but it feels good to know you make him just as nervous even if he doesn’t show it as much. Maybe it’s time to give him a little taste of his medicine. It had been a back-and-forth game the entire time you’d known each other and now it was your turn. 

His eyes are still closed and you take the opportunity to kiss him, he breaths out through his nose, laughing a little as he kisses you back, not bothering to open his eyes. 

You run your fingers through his wet curls, tugging his head backward to expose his neck 

“Thanks for bringing me here,” You say sweetly, and he opens one eye, peeking at you 

“We can come again tomorrow night if you want, make use of that hot tub” He moans softly as you kiss his neck, scraping your teeth against his soft skin 

“Yeah okay,” you whisper against his pulse point as you bite down. He hums pleasantly, kneading your hips with his hands, as you give him a necklace. His hands trail up and down your sides slowly as he relaxes into your kisses. He may be quiet on the outside, but you can feel just how much he likes this. 

“Can’t wait to go back to work, wear these with pride” He purrs, his voice gravely and deep. “Gonna wear my collar open just so they can see them” His breath hitches at the end of his sentence and he bounces you in his lap, thrusting his hips against you 

“You should stop” He whispers in your ear “Before I bend you over this pool wall”

Moving in with Eddie is something that’s been on your mind for days. You guys weren’t actually in a relationship yet… but all your stuff was there anyway

After your little hickey attack, he’d kept a small distance between the two of you as you both floated around, you pouted like a little brat and he laughed about it, cooing and teasing you. Eventually, he’d brought you back into his lap, squeezing you as tightly as he could until you laughed and smiled and told him to let you go before he crushed you. 

“I want to move in with you,” You say suddenly, your forehead against his now as you kiss him. Man, there’s a whole lotta kissing going on for just friends. 

“Three days at your place, three days at Buck’s, and alternating Sundays. When we get together maybe I’ll do four at your place. But I just. I need a home… and I’m ready for it to be with you. You know- sort of. 

“On one condition” He mutters against your lips, you can feel his moving with each word. 

“I want you to move into my room, please?” 

Your heart pounds in your chest, pulling back a little to look at him. He’s serious about it too. He tilts his head cutely…giving you those irresistible puppy eyes 

“Eddie…” you groan “I’m not-“

“You and Buck sleep together”

“We’re cousins!”

“And we’re friends!”

“What if I need space?!” You protest and he rolls his eyes. 

“Fine. You can move into the guest room,” He pecks your lips “But you sleep in my room-“ he pecks them again “With me” he kisses you a little slower this time, tasting the sweet summer strawberry he loves so much “-In my bed”

How can you possibly deny him when he’s kissing you like that?

You spend the rest of the time splashing and messing around in the pool, shushing each other loudly to avoid disturbing the neighbors  It doesn’t work. 

Eddie is launching you into the pool when the doorbell rings. You both freeze and Eddie gets out of the pool, pushing the button on the wall to open the side gates. You quietly “Ooooooo” him from the pool and he flips you off. 

Two police officers come around back and you shrink down a little, coming to the edge of the pool 

“Hi, I’m officer Nolan this is Officer Juarez. We got a noise complaint? Said the people living here are supposed to be out of town” 

Officer Nolan looks pale as he introduces them, it’s just a noise complaint… 

Eddie runs his hand through his wet hair and you get out of the pool now, walking over to your towels 

“Uh yeah, no uh, my friends let us use the pool I’m sorry, we didn’t realize how loud we were being” 

“Yeah we’re really sorry, we can leave now” You walk over, handing Eddie a towel and he takes it, giving your body a lingering look. Your cheeks flush and you roll your eyes, gesturing to the literal police officers in front of him 

“No that’s okay. We’re sorry for interrupting your night. It’s just your neighbors are old” Officer Juarez shrugs 

“Was it the Schumacher’s?” Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Actually we can’t-“

“Sure was,” Officer Juarez says, putting her hands on her hips and Eddie groans drying off his hair 

“My partner shouldn’t have told you that I apologize. But yes it was them and it would probably be helpful if you left… honestly we get a lot of noise complaints from them but since it was so late we decided to check it out” 

“They’ve done this before” Eddie sighs, turning away to collect your stuff 

“You’ve done this before?” You scoff a little “with who?”

“Oop” Officer Juarez whispers and Officer Nolan glares at her 

“No, no, no, baby I meant like. During the day, I’ve never brought anyone who wasn’t Buck and the team here before at night or any other time of the day, I swear. It’s just you Y/N. Not to mention Buck would totally tell on me if I was lying” 

You sigh and narrow your eyes, you totally believe him but you just want him to be a little nervous

“I promise” He pouts at you, with the sweetest face he can muster and you hear Officer Juarez's breath hitch 

“Oh god I know right” You say turning to her and she snorts 

You haven’t even left Eddie’s driveway before he’s immediately calling Buck. He slams the front door as you drive away and goes to his bedroom, crashing into bed. He doesn’t bother changing yet he’s too excited 

“Eddie? It’s like 1 am Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over?”

“No, no I’m okay. Thanks. I just needed to talk to you right away”

“Okay, yeah what’s up?” He can hear shuffling and a click as Buck sits up and turns on the light 

“Is Y/N sleeping over?”

“No she’s on her way home, I have to be quick. Buck- she’s moving in with me”

“She's moving in with you?!”

Buck screams into the phone and Eddie has to pull it from his ear for a minute as he squeals loudly. He shouldn’t have told Buck before you did but he’s his best friend and he had to tell someone before he burst. 

“Yeah, but just part time! She said she’d live with you the other days of the week but I’m totally going to convince her that staying with me is the best option. It’s gonna be so good” 

“Have you been by the pound lately?” 

“There’s a German Shepherd puppy!!” Eddie practically squeaks when he says it, kicking his legs as he lays in bed “He’s cute, he’s very sweet. He’s the perfect future, Captain Barkley Diaz”

“Aren’t you moving a little fast?”  

Eddie sends Buck a picture of the puppies listed on the humane society’s site

“Nope!” 

Buck laughs as he looks at the adorable little puppy. He scrolls through the other animals too 

“What about a rabbit? She loves rabbits”

“Why not both!” Eddie starts looking through the site again and Buck giggles 

“Eddie… you can’t just spring an animal on her”

“I won’t! I swear. We’ll go pick one together” he sighs dreamily “We’ll hold hands while she pulls me down the aisle looking at all the cute little dogs

Buck fake gags and rolls his eyes 

“Hey, maybe you should get an older dog! they deserve some love”

“Maybe even two dogs. That’s such a good idea!”

“Okay, not. Not two dogs Eddie” 

“But I want Captain-“

“Don’t say it”

“I want Captain Barkley Diaz to have a friend! Maybe I should see if there’s a dog park nearby…”

“Yeah see! He can make friends… oh my god I’m starting to agree with this. Eddie! You guys aren’t together yet and she’s only living there part-time you gotta rein it in!”

“I’m trying, Buck, I swear. But she’s all I can think about… I just. I want a life with her so badly”

“So why don’t you just freaking ask her out” he sounds so strained when he says it and Eddie chuckles 

“I’m working on it. I just… I’m gonna need some help” 

Eddie has no damn right looking that fine when he pulls up to the studio to help you move. It’s not like you even need that much help it’s just like three to five boxes. And with his shoulder, he technically shouldn’t even be helping. You finally got him to agree to be on team “folding” with Maddie 

He never comes empty-handed, he brought a cake this time. Strawberry cake with whipped frosting. 

“A cake?” Buck asks as he sets it on the counter 

“I was craving okay. Shut up, you know you’re gonna eat it all”

“You’re not wrong” 

He leads Eddie up to his bedroom where there’s a tiny mountain of clothes on the bed. You and Maddie are sorting through it, so they can be folded 

“Hey Sugar” He smiles, coming over and kissing your head before he plops on the bed. 

Admittedly you do stare at him, his tank top is flowy and lower than normal. He claims it’s his moving shirt. More like his porn star shirt  Okay, not really.

But his arms look so delicious in that tank top and you’re tempted to bite his bicep. Which is completely normal. 

“Mads” He winks and she smirks, tossing a shirt at him 

“Took you long enough, where have you been?” 

“Well I had to make sure the guest room was clean” He shrugs as he takes one of your mini skirts, looking at it.

“That room has been spotless and you know it. What were you really doing?” Buck narrows his eyes and Eddie glares at him 

“It’s a surprise alright?” 

You perk up immediately, looking over at him 

“Surprise? What kind of surprise?” 

“Oh god please tell me it’s not what I think it is. Eddie you promised!!” Buck whines as he puts a box together and throws it down the stairs 

“Oh my god, It’s not that. Shut up” he pulls out his phone and hands it to Buck, who snatches it from his hands 

“Oh my god… Eddieeee” He pretends to blink back tears “That’s so sweet!” 

“What’s so sweet?!” You try to reach for the phone and he holds it out of your reach

“No, you’re gonna ruin it!”

“Wait I wanna see!!” Buck hands Maddie the phone and you try to look over her shoulder 

“Uhhh that’s my property and I’m not comfortable with you looking?!” Eddie gestures awkwardly and your mouth drops open 

“That’s not fair!! Of course, I’m gonna respect your ass!”

Buck points at you, laughing “Ha!!! You’re the only one who can’t see it yet, sucker!! Eddie, I dare you to send it to the group chat”

“Bet”

“I’m already on it” Maddie sends the photo and you get up, throwing down the shirt you were holding 

“Oh come on!! I hate you guys!” 

“Awww don’t be like that Sugar cube I’m sure you’ll forget about it in like 10 minutes”

“She has ADHD so yeah I’m pretty sure she will too” Buck snickers as he tosses a pair of panties at Eddie. 

“Buck!!” You dive across the pile snatching them from Eddie’s hands and stuff them back into the pile closer to Maddie. Maddie puts her hand out in front of her, pushing herself up gingerly 

“I think she’s gonna cry” Buck snorts and Eddie can’t help but giggle with him. They sound like an older brother and his annoying friend. Buck might as well be your older brother at this point 

“I am not!!” You throw a skirt at him and he ducks, it knocks over an empty cup on his nightstand that falls and knocks over his AirPods. He gasps loudly, picking them up off the floor 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it!” He goes to dive for you and you squeal, stumbling backward off the bed 

“Alright okay!”Maddie yells and you and Buck freeze. 

“Since you want to be children. Buck and I are going downstairs, you and Eddie toss the clothes down to us okay? Okay. Buck, now.”

She walks past them down the stairs and Buck follows, sticking his tongue out while you flip off him and Eddie.

Eddie looks at you, putting his fingers up to his lips in a V shape and you throw a pair of pants at his head before he can finish his lewd gesture. Really you’ve got a whole arsenal here if he wants to be nasty. 

“You perv!” 

“I don’t see clothes coming down!” Maddie calls upstairs and Eddie laughs, grabbing your waist and yanking you into him, he nuzzles his face in your neck and takes a skirt, throwing it over the balcony 

“Sorry, Mom!” He yells down and you giggle in his arms trying to wriggle your way free 

“I swear to god if you guys have your first time in my bed I’m gonna cry happily but also slice Eddie’s balls off with my katanas”  You launch a few more clothes over the railing while Eddie kisses your neck 

“You have katanas?!” You yell, looking around for them 

“Yes, he does” Eddie whispers in your ear, his hands sliding up under your shirt. He feels over your torso as he nibbles your ear and you whimper quietly. One of his hands comes up and covers your mouth, keeping you quiet 

Suddenly that little promise he made in the rain pops into your head and your eyes nearly pop out of your head 

“Of course I do! They’re super sweet I’ll show them to you later! Maybe we can fight with them!”

“Absolutely not” Maddie immediately vetoes it, and Buck whines. 

Upstairs, Eddie’s busy kissing your neck and handing you clothes to toss over the balcony. His hand slides from your torso down to the top of your pink sweatpants. He toys with the drawstring and your heart pounds in your chest 

His fingers slip under the top of your waistband and you freeze in his lap, as his fingers slide down over the front of your panties and tease your clit like that, you gasp quietly and he smirks, putting his head on yours. 

“Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut” He whispers in your ear as he pushes your panties to the side, sliding his fingers between your folds and collecting some of your wetness. He lets out a deep sigh as he drags it back through your folds, getting them nice and slick. 

He lets go of your mouth and keeps handing you things to toss over the railings, making sure you stay quiet at the same time. It’s quick, it has to be with them right below you both but it doesn’t make it any less hot. His fingers work deftly, your legs spread wide for him as he toys with your clit. He drags his fingers down your folds again, circling your tight hole with his finger for a moment 

“Hey! I gotta go get some more tape from the store, Maddie is gonna come with, either of you wanna come?” Buck calls up the stairs and the moment is shattered… for you at least. Eddie doesn’t move at all, keeping your legs open for him. 

“Nah we’re good, might start in on that cake while we wait!” 

Buck gasps dramatically as he and Maddie head out “You better not touch that without me!!” You hear the front door shut and Eddie immediately adjusts your bodies, laying you down at a better angle for his fingers to sink deep inside you 

“Can you take two?” He whispers in your ear, his voice is breathy and a bit strained… you can feel why, pushing into your back. He doesn’t have time to stretch you properly like he’s aching to do, he doesn’t know when they’ll be back. 

“Your hand is a lot bigger than mine,” you tell him, looking up. He takes his other hand, holding it up to yours, and smirks a little 

“Yeah, it is… isn’t it?” 

“I want to try anyway”

He doesn’t hesitate in the least and you feel his fingers teasing your clit, smearing your wetness over your lips. His hand comes back over your mouth in case they walk back in as he slowly slides his fingers inside you, allowing you time to adjust a bit before he curls his fingers upwards. 

He slowly works his fingers in and out, following the curves of your body. You pant harshly, whiny and needy for him. 

“Can’t wait to get you home” He bites his lip, and you feel him shift against your back. 

“Can’t wait to have this sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock. Look at how good you’re taking my fingers baby girl… imagine taking this cock instead”

He tilts your head down, making you watch the way your pussy grips his fingers as they thrust in and out of you. They’re coated in your slick more and more with each thrust. He has to bite back his moan as he watches you cum on his fingers, your pussy clenching around them. He chuckles lowly, watching your hips move on them as you fuck yourself on his hand 

“That’s it pretty girl” He purrs “That’s my good girl” He doesn’t stop until you’re whining from the overstimulation and you look exhausted. He pulls his fingers away, his eyes roll back as he sees how sticky and wet they are. He smirks as he stares you down, sucking your juices from his fingers. His eyes flutter closed after a moment, savoring your taste and it’s downright dirty. 

“Fuck I knew you would taste good, from the moment I saw you I knew my sugar cube would be the death of me”

Buck and Maddie come back to you and Eddie folding clothes together on the couch while watching TV. You’re sat as far apart as you can be 

“Did I miss something?” Buck asks as he puts together another box 

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s tone is nonchalant as he folds one of your skirts 

“You guys are like 10 feet apart. Did you fight??” 

“Buck they’re like a pillow away” Maddie sits in between you two and starts folding with you guys

“Okay but you know them” Buck puts his hands on his hips and you get up from the couch, tossing your shirt into a box 

“Come on let’s go upstairs and toss more clothes down” You walk past Buck and Eddie doesn’t even look 

Buck looks at you, and then back at Eddie, and then back to you again, and one more time at Eddie 

“Later” Eddie mouths and Buck glares at him but shrugs it off because he’s one thousand percent getting the story out of one of you.

It doesn’t take long once you all stop goofing off. You and Buck take all the boxes to his Jeep and awkwardly fit them all in. Eddie sits in the backseat next to two boxes and you sit in his lap, so the front seat can also have a couple of boxes, and because Buck says you have a way less chance of being pulled over that way. 

“I swear to god no funny business back there” Buck threatens and you look at Eddie, who can’t help but lean his head against your arm and burst into giggles. You face forward, you back against his chest and lean into him, turning your head to kiss his cheek 

“Gonna keep me safe?” You ask and he shrugs 

“Or I’ll throw you out the window, haven’t decided yet”

Your mouth drops open and he snickers 

“I’m moving back in with Buck!” You hiss and he smirks, nuzzling into your neck and kissing it 

“Oh no you don’t, you’re stuck with me. Besides it’ll be fun to live with your best friend and not your brother” 

“Since when are you her best friend” Buck snorts as he looks at you two in the review mirror 

“Since this afternoon,” He says with a shit-eating grin on his face and you elbow him in the ribs 

Eddie stands in front of you now, his hands on his hips as you set the last box down in the spare room, your new bedroom. Buck left to go visit with the Bennetts after piling your boxes on the front porch and Eddie helped you drag them inside, even if he shouldn’t have. He kicked a couple of them slowly down the hallway and into the spare room while you picked up what you could. 

“All moved in,” He says, not bothering to hide his excitement and you smirk, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You look up at him, your chin on his chest as you smile 

“Uh huhhh, all moved in. Just me and you roomie. And again, thank you so much for the raised garden bed, you didn’t have to go through all that trouble” 

“Hey, it was nothing. I know how much you love your plants. I wanted you to have something that would make you happy every day you saw it…”  

Your hands trail over his torso, just like he’d done to you. He watches you as you tilt your head down and look at his belt. You work it open, nuzzling your head sleepily in his chest 

“Watcha doin' there sweet girl?” He chuckles, letting you continue your little expedition 

“Nothin..”

“Nothin' huh?” 

“Uh huh” You let his jeans pool around his feet and he actually steps out of them, kicking them to the side 

“Doesn’t feel like nothin”

“Oh?” Your hand slides down the front of his boxers, your fingers brush over his cock and he gasps softly, feeling your hand wrap around him 

“S-shit” He breathes out heavily and your cheeks flush. You give it a couple of tentative strokes, feeling his precum get on your hand too. You look up at him, your eyes softly hooded 

“Is that okay?” You keep stroking him, tortuously slow, enjoying the way he whimpers into his knuckles. He pushes you backward with his body, your hand never leaving his cock. Your back hits the wall and you squeak, he braces himself on the wall, his hand above your head 

“Yeah” His voice is deep and husky “Yeah that’s okay” He tilts your chin up and kisses you, it’s a bit rough and needy and your hand starts to speed up. He growls against your lips, trying to keep from thrusting his hips up into your hand. 

He grabs your wrist, pulling it from his boxers for a second, and holds it up 

“Lick” he instructs you and you do as he says, tasting him on your hand. He shoves your wrist back down his boxers, and your hand slides easier now, wrapped right around his cock. He groans loudly, and you feel the tiniest snap of his hips. You pick up the pace, watching his mouth fall open in an O shape as you jerk him off  His head falls to your shoulder, and you listen to his soft pants, and his quiet little whines… he sounds absolutely pathetic and you giggle, turning to kiss his cheek

“Come on baby… I wanna hear you” You whisper in his ear and his whimpers get louder. He does start to frantically thrust into your hand, pinning you to the wall and getting off on you. 

“Wish it was your pussy” He says, his voice cracking a little in desperation 

“Wish I could fuck you right against this wall an watch your ass shake from how hard I’m pounding it”

Your hand speeds up again and he cries out, cumming all over it and the front of your shirt. He thrusts into your hand a few more times as you milk his cock, spilling out every last drop. 

You do your best to support his shaking frame, but he’s a lot bigger than you. You hold him up, pulling your hand away from his limp cock, and start licking your fingers. He looks at you like he can’t wrap his head around what he’s seeing. You stare into his eyes as you lick your hand clean with a satisfied little smile and his eyes roll back as he pushes himself off the wall. 

“I’m gonna make you pay for that, Sugar Cube”

Eddie lays in bed staring up at the ceiling. He can’t get over that surprised look on your face as he came all over your hand. Honestly, he can’t get over the feeling of your hand. He can still feel it, the way your nimble fingers wrapped around his cock… his hand doesn’t compare in the least. He strokes himself slowly, dreaming about what you would look like on your knees for him. You’d look so pretty staring up at him with those sweet doe eyes, his cock tapping heavily against your sweet lips 

“Eddie?” He’s startled out of his daydream by your small knock at the door, he covers himself and sits up, running his other hand through his hair 

“Uh… yeah, yeah babe what’s up?” His voice is strained as you open the door and poke your head into his room 

“Uhh…it’s kinda childish” 

You scoot into the bedroom and shut the door, looking around suspiciously

“What is it??” He looks around himself, for whatever the heck you’re looking for

“I had a bad dream” You sigh, letting your head fall against the door and he smirks scooting over in bed and patting it 

“Come on you” 

You bounce on the bed as you get in, immediately snuggling into his arms and curling your body into his. It’s a perfect fit, it always has been. He leans down and kisses your head softly, wrapping his arms around you protectively 

“I’m uh… I’m sorry if earlier was a little forward” You blush as you lay your head against his chest. His pecs are smooth and squishy and the perfect pillow 

“You’re saying sorry?? When I literally touched you while your family was right downstairs?” He snickers, shaking his head 

“Oh Sugar Cube, you’ve got a funny sense of guilt” 

“I should honestly kick your ass for that one” You glare at him and he smirks, you feel him push you back a little so you’re laying flat on your back 

“I said I was sorry” He grins, not sorry in the slightest. You feel him rest between your legs, his favorite place to be it seems 

“Maybe we can… finish something we started?” He asks quietly, and you can feel his hardness poking against your panties 

“It’s not really sex if you don’t put it in?” You snicker, quoting him and he brings your thigh up and hooks your knee around his waist. He rubs your smooth thigh, squeezing it in his hands and massaging it 

“See! Now you’re getting it!” He puts more weight on you, his cock heavy between your legs, you gasp softly, letting your eyes flutter closed and he smirks 

“This cool?” He asks softly, nuzzling your neck as his hips start to roll in those delicious little circles. 

“Mhmmm” you hum in his ear “So cool” you shudder as he picks up the pace, he reaches down between the two of you, pulling your panties to the side, and grinds against your clit. Your hips jerk up into his and he chuckles, kissing your neck 

“Down, Baby” he purrs condescendingly in your ear. He smirks, feeling the front of his boxers get wetter 

“Oh… you like that, don’t you?” He squeezes your cheeks together in his hand making your lips pucker. He kisses them lightly 

“You like when I’m a little mean to you, huh?” He asks softly, turning your head and kissing your neck, not really giving you time to answer any of his questions 

“You just wait until you’re mine… I’ll show you what a good girl like you deserves” 

You didn’t know Eddie knew Spanish, okay maybe you did know and just forgot. But he’s whispering something in your ear as his hips pick up a bit more speed and press down into you harder and you’re praying you can control yourself and not flip him over and ride him until your legs give out.

He doesn’t waste any time as he pulls his boxers down, sliding his cock between your soaked folds, very carefully not inserting himself, and at this point, you’re about to just shove him down and do it anyway. 

“Fuck, such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

His moans are angelic. He’s not afraid to let you know just how good you’re making him feel. This isn’t going to last very long if he keeps moaning like that, saying whatever dirty things come to his mind. Your hands fly up to his face, cupping his cheeks and kissing him heatedly. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and tug a bit, causing him to groan against your lips 

“Come on sugar… I know you can do better than that” He whispers tauntingly, his eyes dark and cloudy. His breath hitches as you tug harder, pulling him away to look at you  “Better?” You tease and you feel his hips stutter, he stops for a moment, a smug little smirk on his face 

“You’re gonna end this way too quickly”

“You have so much audacity blaming this on me Mr. I know you can do better than that” “

“Are we really gonna have this discussion right now?” He shakes his head chuckling 

“I think you’re using it as a distraction” 

“And you don’t? Need a distraction?” He scoffs

“Okay. Nice to know” 

“That’s not what I me-“

He covers your mouth, pushing you back in the pillows, he slaps your clit, and your body jolts as you cry into his hand

“Oh, bite my finger if you want me to stop okay?” He lifts his hand for a second, rubbing your reddening cunt 

“O-Okay” You nod slowly and he smiles, it’s not sweet in the least, there’s nothing “cute” about him right now. He’s a man on a mission with that devilish look in his eyes

“That’s my good girl” he coos softly 

He covers your mouth again, as you moan and whimper pathetically on his fingers. He’s merciless with the way they plunge in and out of you, his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. This is nothing like it was earlier, no he wants to make you squirt now that you’re in his bed. His knuckles shine with your juices as he laughs evilly in your ear, his voice deep and molten as he watches you come undone all over him.

“Holy shit” He whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, as he keeps going, pulling another orgasm from you. It’s like he can’t get enough of the way you keen and cry out his name, cursing at him over and over like a broken record. His long fingers stroke over that spongy spot one more time and you’re squirting, your hips rising off the bed while crying out loudly.

You manage to push him away before he does it for a third time. He pulls his hand from your mouth and slides his hand down your body, keeping your legs spread for him. 

“Fuck I wish I was recording that” 

He likes watching the way you’re lying there now, an overwhelmed, dazed little smile on your lips. He wants to take a picture of you like this, with your hazy afterglow and shaky thighs. 

Instead, he takes your hand, using you to stroke his cock. You squeeze a bit while biting your lip as hot, thick, white ropes coat your sopping cunt. It takes everything in him not to drag it over your clit with his tip and stuff it back in you, making you take each drop. 

“One day…” He promises, panting harshly after finishing like that and using his fingers instead of his tip to tease your overstimulated body with his cum. 

“One day I’m gonna stuff your pretty pussy and take pictures of the way it drips from you” 

He taps your lips with his fingers “Clean up, honey” He tells you, grinning wickedly when your lips wrap around his fingers and you eagerly lick them clean, he loves how sleepy and cock drunk you look. He’s even more excited to find out how you look when he finally gets to fuck you dumb.

“We’re going to need to discuss limits sometime soon Sugar Cube… I wanna know just how far I’m allowed to push you” 

[dadsbongos]

PLEASE MORE AIRHEAD W GOJO SHOKO GETOU 🙏🙏PLEASE

5.1 K words

warnings - i borderline refused to proofread this, suguru wears a skirt and it awakens something in you, also suguru's anti-non sorcerers agenda, dumb timeline doesn't make sense (get over it), filler arc fic

summary - crack that i decided to take seriously, you and the gang go on a beach mission! and some things don't turn out as expected...

“Woah, ‘Toru, check out this yellow!” you jab a finger into the cold, hard plexiglass caging the many frozen flavors from onlooking civilians, “It’s, like, traffic sign yellow!”

“Who would eat that?” he grumbles, glaring at the engraving below the tub - advertising that specific hideous color as a special new taste, “For 4,000 yen?”

“Get me coffee, kay?” Shoko shoots you a glance from over her phone, thumb dancing across her cramped keypad, “And keep it down, you’ll piss off the vendor.”

“Yeah,” Suguru slips up beside you, nose wrinkled and chin tucked close to his chest to avoid the obnoxious scent of sweaty, huffing people, “You’re both making a scene,” his brows furrow over at your accomplice, “Didn’t you just get scolded by Yaga yesterday, Satoru?”

Suguru knows he did, actually, because who else would’ve been the one that held a bag of frozen peas to the hot red lump in Satoru’s forehead for thirty whole minutes?

“Hey,” but you’ve paid neither any mind, pointing at the other end of the display bay to a red-and-white swirled tub. The edges have browned together and its melting points have re-frozen in an unattractive slime, “Gross!” taking Satoru by the hand, you drag him over to the far corner, “Let’s check it out!”

“Hm, we’re way too early,” Shoko pokes her head through the turquoise and cream-striped tent flaps as you order.

“And one coffee scoop,” Suguru calls to you and Satoru when the clan heir beside you finishes demanding two cups of the red velvet cheesecake, pointedly ignoring the baggy-eyed, slouching teenager behind the steel counter.

“On it,” the boy grumbles, scooping up each order in hurried, jerky swings.

Satoru swings a lanky arm through one of yours, head leaning onto yours as he pathetically whines, “My blood sugar is crashing… Won’t make it much longer…”

Two plastic cups in illustrated covers of the stall’s logo slide to another awaiting couple as Satoru sets his card down in preparation to pay. You turn back to Suguru and gesture to the tubs of ice cream, frowning when he merely shakes his head. Shoko inches between you and Satoru, breaking your chain, and you take that as an opportunity to huddle into your broodier friend.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

Satoru turns back at the sound of your voice, abandoning his credit card on the counter, and Shoko watches silently.

“No, you enjoy it,” Suguru insists, smiling despite your puppy-eyed pout.

“But I don’t want you to miss out!”

“I’m happy enough that the four of us can go on a mission again.”

“How sweet,” Satoru wrangles an arm over Suguru’s shoulders, sighing with all the dramatics of a tantrum throwing toddler, “It has been too long since our last mission altogether.”

Shoko nods, moving next to you with one hand jammed into the pocket of her skirt, “It doesn’t help that you two,” she points at the boys, “decided to pick up a couple problem children.”

“Aw, c’mon,” you chirp, “That’s not fair to the girls, and Megumi’s really nice when you know him!”

“Ehh,” she waves her hand loosely, rolling her eyes, “I’ll cross those bridges when they get to high school; I’m no good with kids.”

Shrugging, you think of how well-behaved and kind both Tsumiki and Megumi are (well, Megumi has his moments), “Neither is Satoru and the Fushiguro’s seem fine.”

“Hey,” Satoru is quickly shrugged off his friend’s shoulder when he wails into Suguru’s ear with abandon, “Not fair! I’ve really improved over the months!”

“You still make him stir fry with bell peppers!”

“It’s delicious!”

You glower at his defense, “Doesn’t matter how tasty it is - Megumi’s not gonna eat it!”

Suguru can’t help but ignore the shouting in his ears in favor of appreciating the sight before him. You and Satoru and Shoko. Knowing Nanako and Mimiko are safe and happy at home. With your perfume and even Shoko’s natural nicotine cling working overtime to mask the scent of every monkey crowding this beach. Ignoring the monkeys got easier over time, keeping the real reasons he’s decided to carry on fighting in mind instead. Satoru and Shoko and Nanako and Mimiko and Haibara and Nanami and Yaga and, of course, you.

Two hands slam into his back, the rest of you just barely peeking out from around Suguru’s broad shoulders to glare at Satoru, who’s slung his tea shade sunglasses to the pad of his nose in a vague, blue-eyed threat.

Suguru claps a hand harshly against his friend’s shoulder, jostling the boy’s body, “Put them away, Satoru.”

Shoko bounds out of the small parlor with both hands in her pockets, murmuring something about needing a smoke break.

Satoru pulls his glasses entirely from his face, grinning at Suguru, “Aw, trying to be the big, brave knight?”

“Satoru,” Suguru calls lowly, impatience only thinly veiled.

Effectively cutting off the altercation, a hand cuffs the backs of yours and Satoru’s uniform collars and drags you both towards the open tent flap. Suguru curls his hands into fists at the sight but staves off a retort, even as both you and Satoru are thrown into the sand. A taller man with thicker arms, but the same sunken eyes and tight frown as the teen behind the counter squints down at the both of you, “And stay out!”

“Aw, we didn’t even get our ice cream…”

Shoko tosses her head back, melodic laugher ringing sweetly into your ears before she snaps forward, pinching at your cheek, “Sorry your boytoys couldn’t complete their mission.”

Quirking a brow at her, you don’t even bother to swipe away her fingers on your cheek, “Boytoys…?”

Satoru gasps, ‘tsk’ing at Shoko while covering your ears, “Hey, keep her innocent!”

Shoko removes her hand from you just to knock Satoru’s off the sides of your head. She looks over her shoulder, lips pursing as she surveys the cramped line of tented and umbrella’d stalls, “We should split up. You two are just causing trouble,” she grins at Satoru’s offended look, “As usual.”

Suguru hums, testy and wholly argumentative, “I think we should lay low for the next couple of hours and come back. The curse is more likely to come out at night.”

You frown at the thought of being stuffed into a yellow-walled, vaguely blood-stained, two bed hotel room.

And Suguru backtracks, “Nevermind.”

Snagging you by the arm, Shoko jerks you into her side and jabs a thumb over her shoulder, “We’ll be investigating some swimsuit tents, get a sense of any residuals or smaller curses,” then she points at the duo before you, “You two should find your own thing.”

You’ve given no say before being dragged off to a snowy white tent, sand kicked up and sticking to the flowy drapes. Even small shops for clothing can carry lingering, bothersome curses with anxiety over fat that naturally rolls and jiggles or peeking scars and colored splotches. And despite only having about two years of official sorcery under your belt, you’ve noticed that lingerie, typical underwear, and swimsuits were especially troublesome for gathering curses.

That’s especially noticeable when flyheads and low grade spirits crawl along the tarp, crinkling, unpleasant floor and clawing into the legs and necks of unassuming women. But Shoko has taken no interest in any of them.

Instead, she shoves another wood hanger into your face, “What about this one?”

“Mmm,” clicking your tongue, the sight of a neon orange with lemon yellow lining inspires no particular sparkles or electricity under your skin, “nah.”

Shoko nods and clinks the hanger back onto the rod, “Agreed.”

“Hey, Shoko?” you tilt your head at her, holding out the two swimsuit sets already dangling off your fingers, “How’re we paying for these?”

“Ah!” she snickers, fingers dipping into a skirt pocket before proudly displaying a black, plastic card in her palm, “The Strongest left his card out, so I’m teaching him a lesson,” tucking her hand back into hiding, she grins at you, “So rack up as many as you want.”

“Hmm…”

“He’ll hardly even know the money’s gone.”

“Isn’t that stealing?”

She shrugs, “No.”

Your lashes narrow at that response, brows furrowing, before beaming at Shoko with an enthusiastic nod, “Okay :D”

“That’s the spirit!” she claps you on the back, like a father after his son’s first little league championship.

And like a bushy-tailed young child unburdened by popularity contests and pinching pennies and needing to press the best words into the best order to feel adequate, you gaze out at the seven, stunted racks with wonder. Golden wheat fields that sway in long waves under the wind that whistles through pokey tree branches. A land all yours.

And like every conqueror before, you’re eager to feed on the dancing wheat you don’t yet own, “I wonder which one I’ll wear first.”

“I wonder if they’d want something…” Suguru mutters, only for his own ears.

Satoru blows a raspberry from behind his friend, chin settling onto Suguru’s shoulder and staring down at the wiry, iron shelf with painted, glazed shells and tiny red-lipsticked ladies with thick black curls and wooden curves on plastic, circle podiums and chunky plastic beaded necklaces.

“You’re so obsessed.”

Suguru grunts, slamming an elbow into Satoru’s gut and making no contact, “You were thinking it, too.”

“Not like you,” Satoru waves off, patting himself down for the thin outline of his credit card. When the first search comes up entirely empty, he looks over at Suguru, “Uh,” then returns to his pockets, hands dipping into the gaps, “Huh.”

“What?”

“I don’t have my card,” Satoru taps his foot once, then twice, then shrugs, “Oops.”

“‘Oops,’” Suguru snickers, “Are you gonna cut it off?”

“It’ll turn up somewhere,” stretching his hands above his head, Satoru yawns, “Sorry we can’t get your girlfriend anything.”

“And Shoko. And she’s not my girlfriend… We really should’ve just gone to a hotel, all the smaller curses will be attracted to the dock.”

Satoru can’t even be bothered to deny Suguru his natural right to feeling smug, just turning and waltzing out from the cheap, tacky souvenir stand under a peachy umbrella. Sweat beads miserably down his back and forehead from under his black uniform, shoes sinking into the sand with every step towards the coast.

It was something that nagged at the both of them, honestly. The surface-level pointlessness of this mission, especially the early nature of your group’s settlement. And especially especially because it was so immediately easy to feel where the strongest cursed energy was coming from. Like this buzzing, tender freeze that washed over the both of them - pulling towards one spot on the cluttered beach.

A lone dock by the crashing shore. Splintering, crooked pillars with a deflated, banana yellow ducky floatie dangling between two planks. Likely yet another test of courage spot, popular among vacationing families with young siblings and cousins; eight children of varying ages missing.

“It is weird,” Satoru lowers his glasses along the bridge of his nose, “that all four of us were sent out. Nanami probably could’ve taken this out by himself if it’s just another grade two.”

Suguru shrugs from behind his friend, “Must be a good reason we were all sent out. Maybe the eight brats.”

“Jeez,” Satoru bats a hand backwards in an attempt to smack his friend, he misses completely, “At least sound sympathetic!”

Just before Suguru can reply, your voice is singing out their names. The two turn and Suguru is a little ashamed in the way his body stiffens at the sight of you in a cherry-print bikini. Shoko lingers at your back, texting who you all silently agree to be Utahime. You bounce into the spot before your friends, hands behind your back and a blinding grin curling into your cheeks.

“You look nice,” Suguru’s own voice is lost on him, heart beating so loud in his ears that he can’t quite hear himself. He hopes he sounded suave. He hopes it makes you forget every time he’s embarrassed himself in front of you, and all you see is the charming Suguru that your mom would just love.

“Aww, thanks!” you giggle, holding your bundled uniform tighter to your chest. And he’s even more humiliated over the hope that you’re trying to hide the pounding of your own heart.

Satoru nudges Suguru with an elbow and the favor is returned with a foot jamming down on Satoru’s shoe.

“Shoko and I both agreed,” you unknowingly interrupt their spat, “that before we all totally die, we should have fun on the beach!”

“You shouldn’t say it like that…” Suguru sighs, but the smile is still plain on his face. That question from earlier rises in him - why were you all sent here?

“I think that’s a great idea!” Satoru extends an arm towards you and gladly allows you to tug him towards the water, only releasing hold to let him reactivate his infinity.

Shoko watches from the shoreline with Suguru. She looks up at the man, flipping her phone shut, “You never complimented me, you know?”

“Huh?” Suguru looks first at Shoko’s twisted simper, her raised brow, her low hanging eyelids that let her lashes flutter against her cheeks. Then he notices - a black bikini hugging her own body. He flushes, not over the sight - but because he was caught, “Sorry.”

“You’re such a sucker,” she snickers.

He was caught with that familiar lump in his throat and lethally beating in his chest that only you could cause.

“Hey!” and, of course, it’s you again who calls to him, “C’mon, we wanna play chicken!”

And he’s caught again, red-faced; stripping off his shirt and shoes and socks while Shoko laughs at him. She holds out her phone and watches as he carefully wraps it in his uniform overshirt before trudging down the sands towards you and Satoru. Shoko wades through the crashing water towards Satoru, her hands find his shoulders when they all notice he hasn’t yet joined.

You’re pouting at him and Satoru is groaning, “Just get in! They’re pants - they’ll dry!”

“Easy for you to say,” Suguru huffs, squirming at the feeling of water sticking his pants to his shins as he slowly creeps into the chilled ocean, “Just use infinity for everything…”

“What was that?!” Satoru cups a hand over his ear, neck craning outwards as Suguru approaches, “Didn’t catch that last bit.”

“You’re annoying,” Suguru declares, latching to your side and crouching down just enough for you to scramble up onto his shoulders yet still keep his boxers dry. He feels your arms wrap around his neck, then your thighs bracket shakily around his waist. Suguru palms your thighs and helps lift you to sit up on the broad expanse of his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Satoru yawns, hands on his hips, as Shoko tries yanking herself up onto his back.

“Hey!” she snaps, pounding a fist into his back knowing full well he wouldn’t feel it, “Bend down, would you?!”

“Huh?” Satoru turns to stare down Shoko over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out at her, “Oh! Oops, sometimes I forget how short you are!”

“Hey!”

Suguru tilts his head back to look up at you, both arms secure around your legs, “You okay up there?”

You nod slowly, fingers gently brushing the stray hairs of his bangs from his face, “Uh-huh.”

“See,” Satoru gestures out to you and Suguru, “even our favorite bubble-brain got it done. You’re just not trying hard enough.”

And once again, Shoko digs a fist into his back (and then another when he mockingly hisses and whines).

…

“Don’t be long,” Shoko exhales, noxious smoke rising from her lips with a cigarette perched between two fingers and, in that same hand, texting Utahime once again.

“It’d be quicker if you weren’t slacking off,” Satoru ‘tsk’s, already heading down to the creaky dock with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His cheeks are flaring red from hours prior in the sun, even after the four of you had crawled into a hotspot restaurant to change and cool down.

“Thanks again,” Suguru still clings to your side and you let him, even leaning into it.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Sugu,” you grin.

You hadn’t been concerned with how civilians would perceive Suguru in your uniform skirt when he changed out of his soaked pants - not that he’d really care how non-sorcerers think of him anyway. But some bizarre part of you can’t stop looking at his legs in your skirt.

He insisted that you keep your leggings, so his skin is bare to the moonlight past his mid-thigh.

It’s bizarre, most definitely, the part of you that keeps staring at the flex of his thighs beneath your skirt as you both soldier through the sand dunes. Your hand finds Suguru’s and you cradle his arm against your chest, Satoru nowhere in sight. The both of you shuffling under the dock, eyes narrowing in search of your little white-haired friend. You shift closer to Suguru the longer your search goes, hand winding tighter within his.

Wind blows under Suguru’s stolen skirt and chills against your skin, the waves lapping at mushy sand. Your blood beats in your ears, Suguru already peering up at the midnight sky through the gaps in the dock.

Hot air puffs against the side of your face, pale skin bouncing moonlight into your peripherals in a flash, “Boo!”

“Ah!” you squeal, jumping somehow closer into Suguru, glaring at the cackling man through narrowed lashes, “Gojo!”

“Aw,” Satoru pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, flicking the nonexistent tear at you, “So formal! Aren’t we friends?”

“Not after that!”

“Satoru,” Suguru’s resilience is quieter than yours, the hand not entwined with yours is firm on his hip, “You really scared her,” you nod with a ‘hmph!’, “She was already on edge, looking for you no less.”

Satoru drapes himself over you like a frail Victorian woman in shock, “I’m sorry,” he wraps both arms around your neck and squeezes you into his chest, “Will you ever forgive me?”

“Hmm…”

A creak shutters just ahead. The deflated, wrinkly duck floatie shivers. All three heads turn into the abyss.

You tuck your chin close to your chest, wringing your arms around one of Suguru’s as you call, “Hey, Shoko?!”

“What?!” but her call is undeniably still in the direction where you three left her.

“Here it is,” Satoru murmurs, turning to grin at you, nudging his head towards the darkness just ahead, “Let’s go!”

Begrudgingly, you allow Suguru to guide you into the creaking, inky space under this dock.

“You’re making the curse stronger, you know?” Satoru turns to face you, walking backwards with both hands in his pockets.

You groan and go to argue back, but a blobby, brown, mucky curse plops in front of your group. The three of you pause and the little thing blinks up at your group.

It throbs.

“Ew!” you stomp down onto the curse, sand poofs up around your boot and the muddy body pops, splattering around your group’s feet.

“Didn’t even need a technique,” Suguru looks up from the scene of your crime, glaring back down into the darkness, “We weren’t sent here for that.”

The wind brushes past you again, your shoulders bunching up in a vain attempt to keep you warm with too-thin leggings. Suguru’s stolen skirt lifts and he pulls you tighter to his side. Satoru stares down the dock with a tight wound face, glasses slipping down his nose and eyebrows scrunched together with a scowl. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long while. Since Fushiguro, Toji had cut you down. Since that single, echoing shot in the dimly lit tomb’s main chamber.

“Ah…” Satoru switches the weight on his feet, snagging you and Suguru by the fronts of your uniforms and drags you both far to the right. Sand sloshes up in big, cloudy puffs; opaque, turquoise tentacles crash into the spot where your trio once stood, “This could actually be troublesome.”

“Stop being mysterious!” you pop your palm against the side of his head despite knowing his infinity is raised, “What’re you talking about?”

“This curse,” he rolls his eyes with all the annoying arrogance possibly mustered when you and Suguru tilt your heads at his pause, “This curse definitely has one of Sukuna’s fingers.”

“That would explain the loose ofuda,” Suguru notes.

You shiver at the mere idea of the King of Curses aiding your opponent, “How would that even happen?”

“Dunno,” Satoru shrugs and releases the both of you, flexing his fingers of the remaining tension, “We definitely need to take it back though.”

“Definitely,” you nod curtly.

A bulbous head sinks into the moonlight, shiny and smooth and thin, wiry purple webs spread across the surface. The gelatinous skin ripples, entire head jiggling before the turquoise splits and gives way to an eyeball - it bulges wide and the pitch black pupils darts around the surrounding area before settling, shakily onto you, Suguru, and Satoru.

Two big, clawed hands latch onto the back of your uniform top, retching you back. A look up confirms it to be one of Suguru’s more beastly stored curses. Your friend himself stares up at you, “Try and get the eye. Satoru and I will distract the tentacles.”

You nod eagerly, showing off a thumbs up before jamming your arms straight to your sides, “You got it!”

And like the most impressive cartoon clown, you explode out towards the curse. Thrown from Suguru's strong arms ( :D ).

You rip your hands away from your sides and throw them out in front of you, fingers stretching wide as you hurdle towards the fleshy eyeball. Your fingertips are mere inches from grazing the eye, when the pupil turns onto you. A loud crash through sand rings out behind you, two calls of your name, and your heart shoots into your throat.

And the eyeball sinks back with another round of grotesque, rippling skin. You slam into the round head and bounce back off with a freshly punched-out gush of air.

“I got you!” Satoru calls from below, arms out wide to catch you before you could plummet into sand.

“That was such a dirty trick,” you huff, steadying back onto your feet and glaring at the curse. The eyeball peeps out, bumping from the top of its head.

With a teasing hum, Satoru finally tucks his glasses into his pants’ pocket, “It’d be a lot easier if you could just hurry up and learn Domain Expansion.”

“You can’t do it either, Satoru!” Suguru comes to both of your sides.

One of the forefront tentacles flicks up violently, crashing through the unstable, weak wood of the dock. Slats and splinters rain down as the tentacle flies towards your spot on the shore. Satoru and Suguru split from your sides while you remain firm in the sand.

Your arms fly out wide, grinning as you cheer, “Come in for a big hug!” wrapping your arms around the heavy limb, you squeeze and squish your hands down into the fleshy tentacle. The cursed energy of your mother and your mother’s mother and her mother and so on, courses through you in a raging fire. Your nails dig into the curse as you shout once more, “Snip!”

And the tentacle goes limp.

Sliding out from under the weight, you spot Satoru wringing a hand back - some invisible, evolving mass heaving in his palm and drawing the large octopus head forward.

Satoru calls out, “If you wanna swallow this one, you better hurry up and do something, Suguru!”

Rolling his eyes, Suguru watches his Rainbow Dragon untangle, sand flapping out with its tail and tearing up a lonely palm tree. He sweeps you up and seats you in front of him while flying forward on the creature’s back.

“Try and keep it busy for now,” he sets you back down on relatively even sand, “Satoru, make it puke out the finger! I’ll get it from behind!”

“Phrasing!”

You eye the two special grades with a groan, “I’m not a diversion, ya know?!”

But Suguru is already behind and beneath the curse’s line of sight, drawing his own ball of mass into his palm.

And, unfortunately, this pseudo-plan is one you’re already familiar with.

You attack the limbs and divert attention with Satoru as back-up while Suguru condenses and consumes.

But, also unfortunately, this pseudo-plan isn’t usually employed against special grade curses post-swallowing Sukuna’s finger. A special grade (post-swallowing Sukuna’s finger) with the intelligence to avoid your Cursed Technique.

“This isn’t working!” you shout at Satoru after having yet another tentacle shot out of grabbing-range.

He lets one of the remaining tentacles bash close against his infinity, using the force to get to your side.

“Then how ‘bout a change of plans?” Satoru takes no feedback before shooting you up and towards the creature's head, snagging and yanking tentacles to twitch the head upwards.

A gaping, drooly maw is exposed; gnashing, gummy walls in place of teeth. And beneath layers of squishy pink, is a lashing gray tongue. And where there’s a tongue, there must be a stomach.

“Woohoo!” you flail out your arms, squishing between the gums to dig your nails into the creature’s tongue (“The radula!” Shoko would tease, if she were watching). A shaky, ugly groan comes from the creature and it hangs its mouth open, trying to slip you off its organ - the sand is far below. You squeeze tighter when a gush of saliva drips down the tongue - fire rushes through your veins, scorching at your fingertips as you chant, “Snip!”

From above, a loud retch, and the deep purple roof gapes with a single, fleshy finger falling out.

You reach out hurriedly, hands clapping around the cursed object before the sudden effect of gravity takes precedent. The sand begins rushing upward, wind whipping rudely at your hair as the curse above you is sucked into an ugly mauve ball in Suguru’s palm. Not seconds after absorbing the curse, he sends his Rainbow Dragon down after you.

One arm swings around you, pulling you over in front of him, while the other holds the grotesque orb. He holds it less gingerly than you hold Sukuna’s finger, cradling the item to your chest.

“Yay! Thanks, Sugu’,” you lean into his chest, hands still tucked to your chest as you both come back down onto the uneven, pitted sand with scattered, rooted palm trees laying around carelessly.

“Are you hurt?” Suguru scans the skin he can see, “It’s saliva wasn’t venomous, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you shrug, “I’ll be okay!”

“And you, Satoru?”

“Don’t worry about me, I just got to be your pretty distraction.”

Suguru nods, turning away all the same to swallow his newest curse.

Satoru comes in front of you, white button up on display with his uniform jacket held out, he nods in the direction of your hands, “Here, we can wrap it in this until we get back.”

Dumping the finger into the center of his jacket, your attention is quickly stolen away by the way Suguru gags around the cursed orb. Satoru cradles the freshly wrapped finger to his chest, settling a hand against his friend’s quivering shoulder. You pat Suguru’s back, leaning your head against his arm as he shudders down the taste, watching his face stretch into a grimace.

But he quickly overcomes it when he notices how you and Satoru are preening over him, clearing his throat and shaking out his tense shoulders.

Another throat clears, further up the shore. A lithe, dainty hand waves, Shoko’s lips grinning around an unlit cigarette - her wave turns into a single finger, pointing up at the clear sky, “None of you put up a veil!”

“Oops…” you pout under the stars, they flicker as if winking just to tease you.

Satoru groans, flinging out his arms in exasperation, already wandering towards Shoko, “It’s nighttime, what does a veil even matter?!”

Suddenly, you perk up, nodding, “Yeah! Exactly!”

Suguru sighs, “Someone’s getting punished for this.”

You take his hand, dragging him through the sand, “Who do you think Yaga will choose?”

…

“It was her!”

Both Satoru and Suguru point over at you, brows furrowed in determination. Your hands squeeze tighter around your skirt (which you freshly got back from a re-pants Suguru), fists pushing into your thighs as the three of you kneel before Yaga.

Stubbornly, you shake your head, “No way, that’s really not fair! It was on all three of us!” when Yaga maintains his stern, crossed arms, you continue, “Shoko could’ve done it! I didn’t even really notice- “

Yaga unfolds his arms, waving you up into a stand, “You don’t have to give credit to save your friends when you’re who found Sukuna’s finger.”

Once again, you try to refuse, but Suguru beats you to the punch, “She was vital in obtaining the cursed object, we couldn’t have retrieved it without her.”

Satoru nods twice to his friend’s point.

“You can join Ieiri,” Yaga’s brows somehow wrinkle even more, a finger pointing in your face, “You’re free because you found the finger. Don’t forget a veil again.”

“Yes, sir!” you chirp, the back of your uniform collar being tugged upward by Shoko. She’s already dragging you out of your teacher’s (now principal’s) office, but you spare the time to turn and wave to your friends, “Good luck, ‘Toru and Sugu’ - I’ll get nice flowers to send your moms!”

Satoru squirms from where he’s kneeling, hand shooting up as soon as you’re out of the room. He can see it perfectly now, a big red welt on the back of his head and a matching one for Suguru, “Actually, she couldn’t have gotten the finger without us, so maybe this punishment isn’t necessary!”

Suguru glares at his friend, “You can’t undo a good deed like that, it’s embarrassing.”

“I could let you off,” Yaga hums, “But you forget, Gojo, this isn’t your first time refusing to put up a veil.”

“It’s not refusing!” he honestly just forgets sometimes! He swears!

Suguru would hit Satoru himself if he weren’t trying so hard to stay still, “You’re making it worse!”

…

“I hope they’ll be okay…” you murmur, hugging Shoko’s arm to your chest as the both of you head down the long steps from Jujutsu Tech, “Yaga didn’t seem too mad, right?”

Shoko watches your step down the stairs for you (your stare now focused on a gaggle of birds singing overhead), “We’ll see if white mums are on sale - take that as our omen.”

And when you both see that banana yellow sign in your favorite old lady’s flower shop advertising bundles of white chrysanthemums for only 1,000 yen a piece - you send a prayer to Satoru and Suguru’s souls.

[diabolimeservavit666]

Last Song: Sugar (how you get so fly), don't remember the artist's name. Bored and had my playlist on shuffle.

Favorite Color: Varies but preferably anything gothic or dark.

Currently Watching: The Vampire Diaries, mainly because of a SPN actress in it. The amount of things Supernatural has gotten me into should be embarrassing but, hey, can't just be me, right?

Last Movie: Don't remember... I prefer to watch things that are more long term because I hate endings, I just do.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: "Tricksters have a metabolism like an insect, a little sweet tooth". Well, I guess, that makes me a Trickster.

Relationship Stat: Hyperfixating like all Hell but the dude doesn't even know I exist and even if he did, he's married to someone else and is like twice my age, sort of thing. Yeah...

Current Obsessions: Supernatural will always own my soul, whatever I'm watching because I can't watch anything without getting an emotional attachment, whatever I'm reading has the same effect on me, and whatever may pop up on my dashboard that reminds me of an old hyperfixation.

@archangelgabriellives @ravensandstarsss @ramseynatural @wheresurmoose @why-do-i-like-the-bad-guys @datajana And whoever else wants to do it.

Only doing this bc I love @leatafandom

People I want to know better

Last Song:

Well I’m currently listening to music so I don’t think I can answer this one

Favorite Color

Pink💗💗

Currently Watching

Hmm nothing on the aspect that I’m watchking it religiously - but if I had to say, waiting for the new season of 9-1-1/9-1-1 Lonestar

Last Movie

The Transformers saga. To add to the last, I may begin to watch the cartoons but so far I’ve only seen the bayverse and only about an episode and half of New Spark (I want to watch OG but I have to figure out how/when)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory

Honestly, depends on the mood.

Relationship Stat

How do you say “I’m dating him but we actually aren’t dating at all and I don’t think I would want to date-date him but I would marry him on sight” without saying that

Current Obsessions

Transformers (please help I fell in the hole again), COD, Harry Potter for some reason idk, supernatural sadly, Star Wars, Percy Jackson, and a few others

Last Thing Googled

Flying Cats In Europe (don’t worry about it, they aren’t real)

@impala67-aka-baby @rexismycopilot @yeahiwasintheshit @blessyouhawkeye @jgvfhl ofc anyone else who wants to

[eldritch-spouse]

Ima be real honest when I first came to your blog ages ago the designs of Ludwig and Santi made me assume it was a gay (mlm specifically) blog (due to most male characters being so when presented in that way), which would have been fine but it’s not really the kind of thing I’m interested in often so I probably wouldn’t have stuck around.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out that most of your characters are bisexual and also that your blog is mostly geared towards women as most of the monster stuff I’ve come across has been geared towards men, which has made it annoying to try and find things more relevant in the past. Whenever I have actually occasionally come across monsterfucker content geared towards women in the past it’s usually just been humans that hardly look monstrous in the slightest (aka maybe they just have fangs) or are too far on the other end of the spectrum where it almost just feels like beastiality

No- No anon- You can't just drop this in my hands and take off running. What. What do you- Be honest. Do I have the artstyle of a gay man? Putting that one aside (which I will need to unpack rsrsrs)-

I absolutely understand what you're saying. More below.

While a lot of the monsterfucker content I consume is veered towards women, most of that content is written. Because when it's drawn, it doesn't always meet my standards, just like it doesn't for you. It could be because the character is indeed too humanoid, because it's generic werewolf_#32980, they're too pretty, or anything else really. It's hard to explain but it doesn't always hit the spot.

I'll concede that sometimes it's quite hard to determine how sentient a described monster is, but you can always explicitly impart sentience onto them as the creator (like a licker from RE, for example. Sentience? Ehh, questionable. But a licker OC who retains sentience after transforming? Okay with me.) Unfortunately, some people like to lump teratophilia and literal animals in the same bag. I've had one admitted zoo follow me, instant block naturally.

A lot of the inspiration and personal favorite monster drawings of mine are, actually, made by gay men. They draw monsters better, I just can't pinpoint why. I like the style better, which inhuman features they choose to incorporate and how they do it. A lot of it is from gay furry artists that don't even consider themselves monsterfuckers yet draw monsters like they were born for it. I like it when they're cartoony yet still hot, they have more style variety, I think. There's so much to like that you often don't see in a woman monsterfucker's work. It saddened me a lot, before I started making my own content, that all of it was for men. Thus my enjoyment was always a bit tainted by disappointment.

I never made a conscious effort to emulate the style of mlm artists, truly. I just try to draw what I like. But a lot of what I sometimes attempt to syphon into my art comes from possibly mlm or not entirely originally women-oriented styles, yes.

You've made me question the vibes of my own art now. 🤔

[freesia-writes]

C-can I pick Howzer for #1, mmmaybe? 👉👈

ANY EXCUSE TO WRITE FOR HOWZER, my love! :D This follower celebration was SO FUN because the variety of prompts and people I have waiting to be written about are just... *chef's kiss*. This one was super fun. It was one of those times where the writing just kind of falls into place as you go along! Hope it's a fun one. <3

#1 - You hear [clone] tell the waitress that they are nervous for their blind date, but no one shows up. So you sit down to act like the date.

Howzer x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.5k Content Warnings: Kissin and drinkin ;)

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He caught your eye the moment he walked in. He was immediately recognizable as a clone, but he just had a little extra *somethin* that immediately had your attention. Whether it was the tousled undercut he sported or the curving scars across his cheek and chin, you were thoroughly enjoying the view from your perch at the far end of the bar counter. It was always fun to see clones free of their armor, enjoying their scarce free time.

You’d had to stay late after your shift at the restaurant, covering a baby shower that stretched for hours through the day and into the afternoon, and now the dinner rush was already starting. You were free to leave, of course, but an extra dirty martini and some of the mistaken food orders were too good to pass up. Plus, the bartender was your best friend, so when she had a break between customers, there was always good conversation to be had. 

“Did you see that test tube specimen walk in just now? Right up your alley…” she asked, waggling her eyebrows at you while she shook a steel canister. 

“It’s not ALL clones, Dee…” you said in mock defensiveness. Okay, so you had a type. And there happened to be millions of them. But they weren’t all the same… not that it was worth getting into it with her again. “But yeah,” you admitted, peering over your shoulder again, watching him sit and gently take the menu from his server, “He’s got a sweet vibe.”

“You’ve watched him for fifteen seconds and you already think you can tell his vibe?” Dee challenged, pouring the drink. Without waiting for an answer, she bustled off to deliver it, leaving you to wait for his server to come back to the station next to your seat. As soon as he approached, you were speaking. 

“So what’s the deal with table 44 over there?” you asked, earning an immediate snarky grin from Barnes, who was quite the tall drink of water himself, but he’d made it quickly known that he wasn’t interested in women. 

“Ohh, you noticed, huh?” Barnes laughed, tapping on the register screen to enter a drink order, which you leaned over to peer at, curious what he might like. “Yeah, he’s a treat. All cute and nervous, too. He’s on a blind date.”

“Ahh, damn,” you said, leaning back to your food. “Well let’s see who he got set up with.”

* * * 

You lost track of time, nursing your martini and accepting an extra appetizer that had been ordered and then changed. Dee had been regaling you with a tale from the last party she’d been to, although it was delivered in bits and pieces as she went about her job. It wasn’t until Barnes gave you a tap on the shoulder that you remembered to look for the clone’s hot date. Surprisingly, however, the chair opposite him was still empty, and he was leaning his chin into one hand, elbow on the table, the other hand idly twirling the straw in his drink. He looked so smart in his dark grey uniform, and you noted the way it fit snugly around his chest and arms, tucked neatly in to a belt around his narrow waist.

“Get this,” Barnes said conspiratorially as he tapped on the register again, “He just asked for the check, for just his drink. I think he got stood up. Should I quit and go join him?” he paused, as though he were genuinely asking you, then chuckled. “Ehh, I’m not into the military type. Also, it’s getting busier -- you should get out of here before you get wrangled into serving some tables.”

“Good point,” you said, not really thinking about what he said because you were so surprised and distracted at the fact that Mr. Handsome over there had been stood up. What kind of idiot… Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, as the rest of Barnes’ words finally processed, and you decided to act on it before your rational brain (and cowardly second-guessing) kicked in. “Wait, Barnes, don’t give him the check…” you said, putting a hand on his arm as the receipt printed in front of him. “I’m gonna do it.”

His genuine laugh of delight was infectious, and further fueled your slightly bubbly mood. “Well you’d better come up with a good excuse for making him wait so long… And make it worth his time,” he said, giving you a suggestive wink that earned him a smack on the shoulder. You stuffed your apron into the cabinet below the server stand and rushed to the refresher to see what could be done. The smell of a full day’s work in a restaurant was heavy on your clothes and hair, and the barely-remaining makeup was sparse. Grateful for the little basket of hygiene items kept under the sink, you pulled your hair down, tousling it with your fingers after spraying some refreshing powder through it. You got some paper towels wet and wiped your armpits, laughing at the thought of the clone seeing you now. There was nothing to be done about your outfit -- black button-up shirt and black pants -- but at least you could untuck the shirt now and roll up the sleeves. You made one last stop by the bar, making two rushed requests of Dee. 

“Hey -- real quick -- I need that gold necklace from the lost and found drawer, and can you make a dirty martini and another of whatever he had?” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, shaking her head fondly as she fetched the necklace that had been left a few weeks ago. “I mean, what the heck. Sounds like fun, and probably nicer for him than going home sad.” Armed with two drinks and as much courage as you could muster, you headed for the table, running through all the possibilities in your mind. 

“Hi! Blind date, right?” you asked, wanting to be careful not to lie. His brown eyes lifted to you, expression unreadable. He’d been patiently waiting, but was he the stiff sort who would be indignant at being made to wait? Or was he a pushover so desperate for attention that he’d put up with anything? It remained to be seen.

“Yeah,” he said in that smooth clone voice you’d heard so many times. “Howzer,” he said, standing to greet you. He awkwardly offered a hand, realizing you had a drink in each of yours, and gave a breathy chuckle of relief as you quickly set the glasses on the table and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake. You froze, unsure of whether to use your name, or if he knew the name of the person he was expecting… 

“And you’re Xena, right? Here, please, sit?” he continued, standing behind your chair and smiling in such a kind way that the guilt settled heavily on your shoulders. He’d been made to wait an awfully long time, and yet here he was, offering a kind and graceful introduction…And it was also way too much work to try to figure out how to continue the deception as further details would be questioned.

“Erm, no…” you admitted, once he’d cordially seated you and taken his place across the table. His furrowed brow and crooked smile made your heart skip a beat, and you blundered on, “I’m sorry… I work here, well, not right now, but I was hanging out, and I heard you were waiting for someone, and I saw it had been a long time, and I was… well, yeah, I was totally creeping on you from over there… And I just didn’t want you left here hanging cause you’re just… Well you seem really nice… And honestly, you’re really cute… Ohhhh man. This is not a good start,” you laughed nervously, burying your face in your hands. What HAD you been thinking?

Howzer put two and two together and leaned back, running a hand over his tousled hair. You grimaced, hoping it wouldn’t all fall to pieces, and gently pushed the drink toward him once you were willing to show your face again, despite its bright red color. “Here… I brought the same thing you ordered, and… you can just enjoy it, if you want… Sorry, I don’t know what I was aiming for here,” you fumbled, starting to rise to your feet.

“No, wait -- it’s alright,” he offered, raising a hand to accompany his words. “I guess Pivot didn’t paint me in the best light to whoever I was supposed to meet here,” he chuckled dryly. “But it was kind of you to take pity on me… I think? Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, so what do you say to some dinner?”

Relief cascaded down at the invitation, and your shoulders dropped a few inches with the release of tension. You smiled, letting out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, and nodded. 

“You said you work here?” he continued, opening the menu as if he hadn’t spent the last thirty minutes reading it about eight times over. “What’s the good stuff? Oh, and I suppose I should ask your name too.”

You filled him in, on both points, and had just began sharing about how you got this job when Barnes interrupted you by sliding right up to the table with an air that absolutely demanded attention. “Welllll hellooo again. I see your date showed up?” he said, mock innocence painted all over his face. Howzer gave you a smirk with a raised eyebrow, and you blushed bright red again, chuckling anxiously once again. 

“I told him, Barnes,” you said, holding your hands up in surrender. “I’m not cut out for this sort of thing.”

“And yet you’re still here,” Barnes pointed out, pursing his lips at you before sending Howzer a rather flirty glance. “I mean, I don’t blame you. But you’re not skimping on my tip if you’re gonna make me serve you,” he said, turning back to you. His charisma lightened the mood even further, and you assured him that he would not be slighted in any way. After some discussion about the dishes and a few suggestions, both you and Howzer had the food ordered and were left to stare at each other once again. You were trying to figure out what kind of date this was meant to be, what type he may be looking for (or what type he was himself). But instead of trying to make yourself into something you weren’t, you decided to just be authentic and see where it went. You didn’t really have much to lose, anyway. 

“So. Howzer,” you said, “How’d you get the name?” 

He leaned forward again, stirring his drink again and appearing to be much more relaxed, and began sharing stories from his life so far. It was decidedly different than yours, especially with the fact that he aged twice as fast. You tried not to think about the actual number of years he’d been alive, as that would make you a total pervert by regular human age standards. He told tales of his brothers, their personalities and quirks, and the adventures that his military life had taken him on so far. He shared his thoughts about the world, musing about ideas for the future -- if or when things ever changed. The minutes melted away, punctuated only by Barnes appearing occasionally to refill drinks, bring plates, or clear them away. 

You’d always had a soft spot for the clones, but you loved seeing them open up. The unique complexity of each individual was always a delight, and Howzer seemed to have more depth than most. He was simultaneously ambitious yet reserved, steady yet bold. You were finding yourself more and more enthralled, and in a bit of disbelief at your luck. Somehow you’d chatted away the entire dinner rush, and the restaurant was now growing quiet, filled with only a few lingering guests.

The conversation took a bit of a flirty turn, and you found yourself reaching across the table in a fit of laughter, clapping your hand on top of his. He smiled, still chuckling, and turned his hand over to gently take yours, sending another spark through your body. His gaze darkened a little, taking on a suggestive edge that suddenly made you ready to take him home right then and there. His thumb traced softly across your knuckles, and his eyes dropped to your hands on the table. 

“Well, things didn’t turn out so badly tonight after all, did they…” Howzer mused. His smooth voice and the thrill of the last couple of hours of conversation and connection had you feeling as though you were living a dream. You smiled, giving his hand a little squeeze, and shook your head. 

“Want to get out of here?” you asked, perhaps with more of a seductive tone than you’d intended.

“Oh, ahh, sure… But… well, I mean…” he stuttered, sheepish and hesitant all of a sudden, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line somehow. 

“I just meant for a walk, or glow pops, or something to change the scene,” you offered brightly, and though he tried to hide it, he looked visibly relieved. 

“Sure -- yes -- sorry,” he continued, running a hand through his hair again. “Look, this has been super fun, and I’m so glad you took the initiative to sit down. I’m just… I’m not much of a one-night-stand kind of guy. I know it’s lame, or whatever, but… I guess I just take a while to warm up that way… The guys make fun of me for it all the time.” You felt your heart swell in your chest at his vulnerability. You definitely hadn’t been expecting that, and somehow it made you crave him even more. Respectfully, of course. 

“Don’t apologize!” you insisted, leaning forward and picking your hand up from his to place it on his bicep, emphasizing your words with a smile. “I’ve really enjoyed this. And would like to continue to enjoy it.” 

“I mean, I’m not a total prude,” he said, laughing self-consciously, still with that glint in his eyes that hit you right in the soul. 

“I don’t know,” you said playfully, being careful to keep it lighthearted, “We’ll have to see about that.” You bit your lip, hoping it wasn’t too much of a jab, but he smirked, primly setting his napkin on the table and rising to his feet, extending a hand to you.

“Well let’s start with a walk.”

After fighting over the bill for a few minutes, since you “weren’t the one he asked on a date” but he “had indeed taken you on a date” but “it was where you worked” but “it still needed to be paid” but “you wanted to be fair”… You let him pay with the insistence that you’d be getting the next one, which gave you a little thrill at the thought that there would be a next one. The coat closet was in the middle of a long, narrow hallway that branched away from the host stand at the main entrance, and the hallway included a few other doors that led to the refreshers as well as the kitchen. Howzer leaned in, scanning the hangers for his coat, and suddenly you heard a loud voice as the restaurant door slammed closed behind someone.

“Hello! I need to be seated immediately. Oh, it’s been a ROTTEN evening. The stupid taxi driver got lost twice, and the train was held up by some idiot old lady, and now I’m incredibly late to meet someone here!” a sharp female voice announced, catching the attention of everyone within hearing range. The realization hit you like a gallon of ice water dumped over your head, and as Howzer leaned out of the closet door to peer at the disturbance, you moved without thinking, pushing him back into the coat closet with so much force that both of you lost your balance and tumbled in, kept on your feet (barely) only by the row of jackets hanging up along the back wall. 

Howzer’s arms went out to the sides, hitting the wall with an ungainly thump, and you fell into him, landing against his chest in the most fortuitous way, hands splayed across his shoulders to try to break your fall. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, and heard him chuckle quietly once the initial surprise had passed. 

“I wasn’t aware I had this effect on women,” he said in a low voice, and you held a finger to your lips with urgency, tilting your head toward the loud voice still ringing outside. 

“What do you MEAN, he left?!” she said shrilly, and you could hear Barnes smoothing things over. “You can’t hold a table longer than two hours? That’s just ridiculous.” You sent up a silent prayer of thanks for his quick thinking and willingness to cover for you. You slowly pushed yourself to your feet, freeing Howzer from beneath you, though you were quite loath to do so, and watched him slowly stand straight as well. His eyebrows raised at what he was hearing, and he looked down at you in amusement.

“I may have dodged a bullet tonight,” he whispered, and you stifled a giggle. 

“Fine, well at least tell me where the refresher is, and I’ll be on my way!” the woman demanded, and the quick click-clack of her heels coming down the hall sent you both into a panic again. There was nowhere to hide except behind all the coats, and you both immediately dove into the row of fabrics, pushing them out in front of you and flattening yourselves against the wall, side by side. Now you were trying really hard not to laugh, at the utter ridiculousness of this turn of events, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to avoid making a sound. 

“You know she doesn’t even know what I look like, right? We’ve never met,” Howzer breathed in your ear, and you gave him a little push. 

“There weren’t any other clones in the restaurant tonight, were there?” you whispered right back, and he tilted his head in concession. 

“Good point.”

The sound of the refresher door closing was a welcome one, and you pushed the line of jackets in front of you apart, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that was a nice change from the stuffiness of your hiding place. You were getting ready to head out when you felt Howzer pull your arm, and you turned back toward him questioningly.

“We don’t want to risk it. Better wait til she leaves,” he said, shrugging as though he had no choice in the matter. But the soft croon of his voice and that little shimmer of a reflection of the dim closet light in his eye took away absolutely any reason you may have to argue, and you leaned back into him, facing him now, as he rested against the wall. Jackets were stuffed all around you, draped over your back and undoubtedly sticking out a bit, but his breath caught in his throat as you drew near and the sound made you forget about everything else. 

“I don’t want to push you past your comfort zone,” you said softly, feeling the tingles growing as he ran his hands up the outsides of your arms, and you brought your hands up to rest on his broad chest. 

“I appreciate that,” he breathed, leaning in a little closer, “But I told you I wasn’t a complete prude.” He was so close now that you could smell him, an intoxicating mix of aftershave, soap, traces of scents from dinner, and the slightest hint of musk underneath it all. His proximity was electrifying, and you lifted your face to take in the fondness in his eyes and the gentleness in his expression. You were hopelessly lost at this point. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, and your cheeks curved into a smile at his gentlemanly request. 

“Yes please,” you whispered back, and as soon as the last syllable had left your lips, his mouth was against them, arms wrapping you in a firm yet tender embrace. As if the closet weren’t stuffy enough, the sudden heat of the moment, combined with the two of you pressed together, had you completely flushed with warmth. His kiss was unfathomably sweet, and when he pulled away with a soft smack of the lips, he rested his forehead against yours with a small smile on his face. You lifted a hand to his scarred cheek, reveling in the moment. 

The silence was broken by the refresher door opening again, and an aggressive tapping of heels echoed down the hallway as the narrowly-avoided blind date from hell clattered out the front door. You pulled back a little to better meet Howzer’s eyes, though you could have stayed there forever. 

“Now how about that walk?”

[libraford]

It's frustrating to me when you meet someone who tries to act like they know more on a subject than you do and its... your area of study.

Was fiddling around with my camera at a team sports job and this lady watches with interest. I had to put my external flash on, which isnt usual for me, so I was fussing with it.

"Is that one of those newer cameras?"

"Ehh... it's not exactly new. It was made in 2009."

"My camera is much older than that."

"Oh? What kind of camera do you have?"

"A Kodak 35. It's from the 1940s."

Which is very cool, actually. I have some photos my grandpa took while in WW2 that were taken on a Kodak 35.

My light misfires while she is looking at it, and she's pissed. I apologize profusely- I wasnt expecting it to fire as I was installing it in the hot shoe.

"This is why I only work with cameras from the 1940s. They dont have flash."

I... what?

I have a dish styled flash from the 1930s that, if it werent for the dry rotted wiring, still fits my modern camera and would probably still work- though it might need an external trigger. If your kodak 35 doesnt have a flash, its because you dont have a flash for it- this kind of technology hasnt changed much.

Your kodak isnt technically superior to my canon. You've just never had to use it in bad light. In my job, knowing how to evaluate light to make sure everyone's face is properly lit in unpredictable situations is the dividing line between a beginner and an expert.

So like I'm trying not to hold it against her because she's not a photographer by trade so her knowledge of the subject is limited. But it sure as fuck was annoying for someone to get hipstery about the thing I'm being paid to do.

[thewritetofreespeech]

can I make a request for yuji's gf being a dancer that's kind of famous and knowing aoi's idol takada-chan?

It was a beautiful day in Tokyo. One of those rare days where it wasn’t too hot for June, with a nice breeze in the air. In one of the few moments of downtime Yuji and [Y/N] had, they decided to take advantage of the nice weather and go on a little date. Wandering around the city until they found a cute park to share bubble teas in.

“This is really nice. Why don’t we do this more often?” Yuji asked.

“Because our lives are usually in danger.”

“Oh yeah…..”

“Brother!”

Yuji and [Y/N] turn towards the park enterance. “Is that Aoi?” Of course it was. Given his height, and his bulk, and his shouting, there was no one else it could possibly.

“Brother, it is good to see you.” Aoi greeted when he came up to the bench they were sitting on. “You as well [Y/N].”

“Oi, Aoi, what are you doing up from Kyoto? Are you on a mission?” Yuji asked.

“In a fashion. But not for sorcery.” Aoi held up a bag at his side. The pink and pastels of the packaging clashing with his dark clothes & menacing build. “New Takada merch dropped today. And as her #1 fan, I had to be first in line to get it. They are also hosting a private meet & greet somewhere in the city. So I’m on a quest to find it.”

“You mean the one in Shinjuku?” Both boys turn to [Y/N] who continued to sip her bubble tea casually.

“Wait? You know where it is [Y/N]? I didn’t know you were an idol fan?” Yuji commented. “Much less Takada-chan?”

“Ehh…I wouldn’t call myself a ‘fan’.” Aoi immediately tense. Intend to take that insult to fists. “But Takada texted me and asked if I was going to be in Tokyo today. I didn’t know what we were doing so I honestly forgot she was in town.”

Aoi looked gob smacked, while Yuji looked confused. “Wait….you know Takada-chan?”

“Yeah we met at an event a year ago that I was backup dancing at for some other idol. We chatted on breaks since we didn’t like the craft services table. She’s nice.”

“Takada-chan would never say she didn’t like something that someone put their hard work into.” Aoi replied with a frown. “You’re lying.”

“You can appreciate someone’s work and still not like it.” [Y/N] corrected. They then pulled out their phone and opened up a picture of them & Takada-chan from a few months ago. Posing for selfies.

“YOU KNOW TAKADA-CHAN!”

Aoi’s bellowing alerted everyone in the park, and caused Yuji & [Y/N] to lean back. “What are they like?? What do they do in their off time?? How do they cope with the stress of being an idol??”

“Uh…like I said…she’s nice?” They told him. Sliding their phone back in their pocket. “I don’t know about all their time, but when we hang out it’s like….regular stuff. I don’t know how they cope with stress because that’s none of my business how a person deals with their own mess.” Aoi nodded. Seeming to think that was the wisest thing he’s ever heard.

“Wow. I knew you were like a really good dancer, but I didn’t know like ‘idol’ good.” [Y/N] elbowed Yuji for his comment.

“Don’t insult me like that. I got a few offers to join whatever group a few labels were making, but I didn’t what to.”

“Why the hell not???” Aoi asked. Not able to fathom giving up the chance to be an idol.

“Well, it’s a little hard to fight curse spirits and keep up with a rigorous touring schedule.” They supposed [Y/N] had a point. “Besides I can’t smile that long.”

Yuji laughed, but Aoi looked very serious. “[Y/N]-dono,” they arched their brow at Aoi’s very serious tone, “can you get me into the Shinjuku event? To meet Takada-chan?”

[Y/N]’s face scrunched. Looking uncomfortable. “I don’t know…..Takada is my friend. It just seems sleezy using our friendship to get in somewhere where she’s working. I don’t want to abuse our friendship.” This was honestly why they didn’t tell many people about the idols they knew.

Aoi seemed to think about this for a moment before he nodded wholeheartedly. “You’re right. It would be wrong to use your friendship to get a leg up on her other fans. If Takada-chan is going to notice me, I want her to notice me for myself.” He clenched his fists in determination. “I should get going then. I won’t find the private meet & greet standing here.”

“Do you want me to tell you where it is? I don’t think that would be a breach of friendship.”

Aoi held out his hand. “You have already helped me another by telling me where it is in general. The rest of it, I must do on my own.” He then walked off towards the train station. With the determination one might see from a man about to take on the whole world all alone.

“So do you know any other idols?” Yuji asked when you were alone.

“This is why I don’t tell people…..”

[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons 🫂🩸

Day 14 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**WARNING - some NSFW included**

Also available on AO3!

My headcanons of the Papas taking care of you while on your period

Primo

Does not fully understand how painful it is for you, but shows empathy all the same, knowing he’d never want to experience it himself

Holds you in his arms, rubs your shoulders and back, and kisses your forehead

Brings you a heating pad and hot chocolate or tea, or anything in particular you’re craving

He is absolutely fine not having sex or receiving BJs from you and does not bring it up unless you seem particularly keen

Gives you his own edibles made from Ministry-grown marijuana

Stays up to watch a movie with you, holding your hand while you’re curled up in pain but quickly falls asleep next to you

Secondo

Has a stockpile of necessary items for all his ghulehs - pads, tampons, pain meds, heating pads, snacks, etc.

Is usually known throughout the Ministry to have extra tampons under his bathroom sink in case you run out or forgot to put one in your purse

Already has towels down on the mattress and is prepared for sex to get messy

Is fine with getting blood on his dick but prefers to shower right after

He’s also perfectly fine to eat you out

Gives you lots of kisses whenever you want

Massages your back

Terzo

First, curses the universe for punishing you simply for having ovaries and a uterus. Second, praises Lucifer that you’re not pregnant.

Will gladly go to the store to get you anything you want or need, but definitely buys the wrong thing (“Babe, what size pussy do you own?” and proceeds to buy the wrong kind of pad anyway)

Drives you to your fave fast food place at 3AM because you woke up hungry and craving fries (because oddly so did he)

“Wahoo, blowjob week!”

Keeps saying “You know the cure for your pains, eh? *waggles eyebrows* The feeeemale orgasm!”

Fucking LOVES the sight of your blood on his dick

Excited to go down on you

Enjoys quiet movie nights when you’re not feeling up to sex

Cardinal Copia

Gulps and gets a little nervous

The sight of blood makes him woozy

He’ll still run to the store for you to get what you need, but gets lost and only brings back half of what you asked for (“They didn’t have it!” he’ll claim, sure that he checked everywhere)

Tells you a story about how one time in elementary school some kid kicked him in the balls so he understands your pain

Nervous about having sex and seeing blood but he would try anything for you if you really wanted to

He’d prefer to make you happy in other ways like giving you snacks and back rubs

Dracopia 🧛

“Your cunt looks especially delicious, tesoro.”

Celebrates your body’s natural cycles and praises Lucifer

He already knows your menstrual cycle and knew you were about to start it before you did

Has pain meds blended up in a smoothie for you

Tells you he didn’t buy tampons at the store because you don’t need them *wink*

Practically cums when he smells fresh blood on you

“You are so wet~” “Copia, it’s blood.” “Ehh, yes I know”

Eats you out like a champ

Popia

He drops whatever he’s doing and goes to the store immediately to bring you snacks and tampons

Gets you whatever snacks you desire and eats half of them

Texts you every step of the way in the store (“Okay I walked inside…okay I turned to the right…10 steps down the…3rd aisle? Okie dokie!”)

Content to just cuddle and watch movies with you

Also content to get blowies but particularly curious about going down on you and how different it might be than usual

Nihil

Still thinks you can’t get pregnant on your period

Thinks you bleed out of your pee hole. Actually, he thinks your vagina is also your pee hole. Actually he doesn’t know. There are 3 holes?!

Grumbles, not understanding your pain, but you return home later and a single rose and some pain meds lay on the nightstand with a Hallmark greeting card that says “get well soon” - he’s too out of his comfort zone to buy pads or tampons

Won’t touch your vagina unless you’ve just showered, but will gladly hint at getting a blowjob

When/if you do have sex he wears it like a badge of honor as if he’s just gone to war and braved some unspeakable fate, almost expecting to get praised for doing so

[phantombre]

3, 5, 11, 14 for the ask game? :D

ohboy,ohboy,ohboy,ohboy...

Ask Game Here: (Thank you, @pink-november, btw)

Warning: mild (but still existing) Pristine Cut spoilers

3.) Favorite Vessel?

The Razor. She's actually the first vessel I got when I first played the game. (Specifically, M.A.D. I think I would have gotten the Spectre if I hadn't fallen for the "this was too easy" trick.) Regardless, I'm glad I got her first. She's easily the funniest Princess. Her desperate attempts to quell suspicions in chapter 2 is fucking hilarious, especially the "I would like to go outside and see a bird" bit when Hero almost buys into it. Speaking of, it not only introduced Cheated, who in my opinion is one of the most relatable voices, it introduced EVERY voice, so I got a small taste of all of them.

Runner-ups would be Moment of Clarity, Wraith, Thorn, and the newly added Cage.

5.) Favorite Voice?

Skeptic. The beloved...

He definitely stands out from the other voices, by which I mean, he doesn't quite fit with the genre of the story. It's as if you took a 1940's film noir detective and put him in a dark fantasy setting without telling him that he's in a dark fantasy setting. Which (I think) is why he keeps trying to rationally explain his surroundings despite his surroundings clearly not being rational.

He's also kind of a dork. That segment when he "winks" honestly caught me off guard when I first heard it. Had me giggling throughout the rest of the chapter.

Runner-ups include Paranoid, Cheated, Cold, and Broken (especially after the Pristine Cut).

11.) Non-canon Vessel/ Voice interactions?

To be honest, I don't have any specific examples that come to mind. Maybe due to the fact that I'm not fully finished with my Pristine Cut playthrough and don't want to accidentally say something stupid.

That being said, from what I have completed, Smitten seems to be a very underutilized voice. (Yes, I have played the Happily Ever After chapter, so I do know about that... concept.) I mean I understand that his personality is applicable in very specific circumstances (i.e. the Thorn, the Damsel, the Razor). Like, I wouldn't put him with vessels like the Den or the Wraith or such. The Wild would be an interesting one, though. So would the Apotheosis. Hell, put him with the Eye of the Needle so that he and Stubborn can both gawk at the hot Princess. That'd be funny, I think.

14.) Favorite Ships?

oh boy...

To be honest, I'm not one for the shipping scene. At least not sexually. Maybe romantically? Ehh?? If anything, it would be platonic.

But...

The ones I see most are ContraHero, HuntCheat, and (from you, specifically, heh) ParaCold. While all the voices have interesting dynamics with each other, these specific pairings make sense to me personally more than anything else.

Case in point:

Ooh, what's that?! A voice sneak peek?!? eaoooaaag!!!

Personal head canons include:

- Contrarian and Hero constantly flip-flop between the best of friends and an old married couple who bicker a lot (also bushy hair supremacy!!!).

- Hunted is one of the only people who can make Cheated smile. Like a genuine smile, not a smirk. Mostly because he finds Hunted's animalistic behavior amusing.

- On the other side, Hunted is very particular about where he sleeps, only picking locations where he feels the most safe. And his favorite spot is with Cheated's company.

- Cold's general apathy towards everything, specifically staying alive, is greatly concerning to Paranoid, so he resolves to "make him feel". (I know, similar to what Smitten decreed. However, unlike Smitten, who used it as a threat, Paranoid is genuinely invested in what he sees as helping Cold.) Likewise, Cold is probably one of the best voices to easily quell his panic attacks (granted he could also be the cause of them, but still...).

[zarasu]

What I think about Bingge

So, funny story: I did not start out liking Bingge. I doubt most people do. The first thoughts I had about him were "Damn, boy's fucked up" and "Who starts ripping off limbs without even asking questions first?" He seemed more like the final boss of a horror game than a fleshed-out character.

Then I finished the book and went "Ehh do I wanna read the extras?" Tbh, I skimmed a lot of them but the Bingge vs Bingmei one was one of the few I fully read, just because the premise sounded interesting.

And it was interesting alright, to see Bingge do something else than torturing people and ripping off arms. But none of it really made my brain light up until that little scene where Bingge watches Shen Qingqiu fuss over Bingmei. Then he asks him to come with him, to choose him, and Shen Qingqiu says no. Bingge returns to his own world, sad and alone.

"Well, sucks to be you," I thought, and "lol, I sure hope that doesn't awaken anything in me."

...

Two weeks later, I found myself lying in bed, thinking about Bingge with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

I really shouldn't be sad for him, I told myself. He has a big harem full of hot women to tell him how great he is all day. If he's not happy, then it's really his own fault.

But what if he's more the monogamous type, my heart wailed back. Or what if he's too fucked up to let anyone love him??

Ugh, alright, I gave in. Let's think about him then.

So, Bingge is a power fantasy made for incels. But even Bingge was Bunhe once. He shares a past with Bingmei and they are, at their core, the same person. And if you can say one thing about Bunhe, it's that he really has an undying hopeful streak. Sure, when Shen Yuan transmigrated, it took him a while to gain Bunhe's trust. But even after all the beatings and insults and humiliation, he did gain it.

Bunhe gave him his trust because he desperately wants Shen Qingqiu to love him. And, if not love him, at least like him. And if not that, then at least not hate him. When Shen Qingqiu actually showed notions of doing just that, loving him, he was all over that like a dog getting a treat and a head pat for the first time in his life.

But Bingge never got that. He hoped and hoped and kept hoping for Shen Qingqiu to show even a hint of affection and all he got in return was the firm assurance that, no, Shen Qingqiu would never feel anything but hate for him.

That has to give a guy issues. Probably makes him feel deeply unlovable. Hate himself, even. Binghe is a little dumb about things like these, he likely didn't give up hope until Shen Qingqiu physically pushed him into the abyss. He probably spent a lot of nights in the abyss crying into his dirty little sleeves.

But you gotta find ways to cope with heartbreak, right? So, eventually, lightly charred Bunhe stood up straight, turned his little determined protagonist eyes up to the sky and said: "I'm going to make him regret it! He will rue the day he cast me away!" And he went on to become stallion protagonist #1, demon emperor, conqueror, etc etc.

The thing is this: if you build your whole identity on the idea of making the guy who hates you regret his feelings, you're not really over him, you get what I'm saying? You're like, the opposite of over him. Not a good emotional state to connect to the hot women throwing themselves at you either.

So yeah, after that, Bingge did all kinds of things that aren't really that important, but eventually, he got Shen Qingqiu where he wanted him: in the water prison (also kneeling at his feet). And I'm sure I have an inkling of what went on in his dumb little head. It may have been something like:

"Aha!! Now I have the evil Shizun in prison, where evil men like him belong! Finally, people have told him how evil he is! I'm going to go and talk to him and make him see the error of his ways. And when the horror of what he did finally dawns on him, and he apologises, I might forgive him and give him another chance."

Shen Jiu being Shen Jiu, he probably laughed right in Binghe's face and also spit at him too, for good measure (as is, in this case, kinda relatable). So Binghe's righteous little plan didn't quite work out as he wanted it to. This procedure might have been repeated a few times but, well.

Binghe's emotions are already volatile on a good day. Add Xin Mo to that. Add childhood trauma and Shen Jiu to that. One time, he snaps and reaches out to rough Sqq up a little, just to make him regret his own behaviour. Underestimating his own strength, he rips off his arm instead.

Awkward situation, that.

What are you supposed to do after ripping off someone's arm? Maybe Binghe just went to bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his life choices.

See, at this point, another person might have thought: "My life is going in the wrong direction. I need to change something, maybe go on a journey of self-discovery or something."

But Binghe has never been the best at things like morals and ethics, no matter what version of him we're talking about. Even Bingmei, who had a comparatively more stable home life, never really got the hang of that stuff (Turning some people into lifeless husks? Well, better than fucking someone, right? The man you love apparently just isn't as insane about you as you are about him? Time to destroy the world^^)

Anyway, you gotta go on, and I'm sure Binghe found some convincing enough arguments for why ripping arms off was an acceptable thing to do.

"But Zar," you may interrupt me. "How can anyone think that's an acceptable thing to do?"

See, in all honesty? I think, deep inside, Binghe knows it's not. But right next to that knowledge lies another knowledge: it's that he's unlovable. And if he's unlovable, it can only be because, at his core, he's already rotten. And if you're already evil? You might as well do evil things, doesn't make much of a difference anymore.

So things escalate, surely not helped by Xin Mo. Shen Qingqiu loses limbs with the same speed other people lose socks, and when even that doesn't heal him of his evil ways, Binghe comes up with the whole Yue Qingyuan plot. And when even that doesn't help, he loses his patience and kills everyone.

Then he sits there, on his throne, surrounded by hot women, fully charred, not so little anymore, and without a Shizun he can hope to one day convince of his worth.

There sits Shen Yuan, a world away, growing increasingly frustrated at how purposeless Bingge's life has become.

Then the extra happens, and Bingge gets transported to a world where another Binghe got everything he ever wanted: the love of his Shizun. And, all at once, the hope he thought he had killed and buried flares back to life, never having been dead after all, and burns Binghe up until he's nothing more than the bare bones of his desperation.

But the other Shizun doesn't love him. He only loves the other, inferior Binghe. He looks upon Bingge coldly before he sees his husband and his eyes turn warm. And it's like Bingge is looking at a funhouse mirror, at a world of dreams and wishes that never came true.

In the end, he's still as unlovable as he has ever been. And he goes back to his own world, and he feels flayed with the knowledge of everything he will never have.

And I just think it's impressive how Shen Qingqiu manages to break every version of Binghe without even trying.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech - Beach Wear Vignette

"'Flying Jellyfish'"

[Uninhabited Island – Sea]

Floyd: WAHOOOO!! GOIN' FOR ANOTHER FLIP!

[waves CRAAASH down]

Floyd: YAAAY! THIS FEELS AWESOME～♪

[waves CRAAASH down]

Jack: That guy's pretty amazing. He's getting better and better at surfing every time I see him.

Azul: Pbbft augh! And here I am doing everything I can to just stand on my board…

Jack: You need to work on your posture. Push your center of gravity in the direction you want to go without overdoing it.

Azul: Your advice is very rational and helpful, Jack-san. Floyd's relies too much on feeling.

Jack: Hm… …It's starting to get dark. We should probably leave the waters.

Azul: Yes, I agree. Floyd! We'll be heading back to the cottage soon!

Floyd: Ehh ～～～ Already?

Azul: It will be difficult to discern anything in the ocean at night. It's far too dangerous for us, especially now that we cannot transform back into our original mer-form.

Floyd: Fiiiine… Tch. I'm not done havin' fun, though. I wonder if there's anything we can do for fun at night around here.

Jack: At night, hm… Well, this is an uninhabited island, so it's pitch black at night. We'd only have the moonlight to do anything by. It'd be pretty impossible to do stuff outside.

Azul: Then, shall we create some kind of simple board games or card games to play inside with?

Floyd: Ehh～ Board games and card games can be done during the day, and we can play them anytime back on campus, too. That's not what I'm talking about…

Floyd: I wanna do somethin' fun that I can only do at night on this island, somethin' that's all bam and wheew and awesome!

Azul: There you go again with trying to describe it irrationally…

Floyd: Hmmm～ …AH! I GOT IT!

Floyd: Hey, hey, Azul. There's something I want you to show me how to do…

[Uninhabited Island – Near Spaceship]

Floyd: Stitch～ you there?

Stitch: ?

Floyd: So hey, can I have some of the leftover parts that you're not usin' to fix up your spaceship with?

Stitch: Ye.

Floyd: Hmm, so I wanna grind up all this metal into dust… Can you do that for me, Stitch?

Stitch: Rock and roll!

[shaka, shaka, shaka, shaka, shaka!!]

Floyd: Woah, awesome! Man, you really can do anything. You reduced a bunch of different parts to dust lickety-split.

Floyd: Mmkay, then it's Dr. Floyd's Experimentation Time～

Floyd: First, I'll start with this powder… Oh, I got green sparks!

Floyd: From this powder, I got red sparks, and this one over here gets me purple.

Floyd: And then using that rotten smellin' mud from the hot springs… I'll put it on this stick I dried… Like this…

Floyd: Aha, it's lookin' good! I'm a genius ♪

Stitch: ???

Floyd: You curious what I'm making, Stitch? This is what we call a "Flying Jellyfish."

Floyd: Uhhh, what did they call 'em on land, again? Oh, right, fireworks! Do you know what fireworks are?

Stitch: Yeah!

Floyd: Oh, are you gonna help me make some fireworks? Thanks～

Floyd: Back when we were kids, me and Jade would go up to the coastline to check 'em out. Ah, and when I say Jade, I'm talking about my brother.

Stitch: Ohana!

Floyd: Hm? Jade's not whatever that is. He's the same moray eel merman like me.

Stitch: ???

Floyd: Didn't I tell you? I'm a merman. Before I came to school, I lived in the ocean my whole life.

Floyd: And like, back in elementary school, we'd sneak up to the surface and watch the fireworks.

Floyd: My pops and mama always told us that it was dangerous for us kids to go by ourselves, so we shouldn't go near it.

Stitch: Grrr, rargh!

Floyd: Hmm? Oh, it's nothing like that. That whole thing where the humans and merfolk were afraid of each other is stuff from a long, long time ago.

Floyd: Folks've been comin' and goin' between the land and sea for a while now, ever since the mermaid princess married that human prince.

Floyd: But the reason why us elvers were told to stay away from the beaches was 'cause of the dangers of high waves or ebbing tides leavin' us stranded on the shore.

Floyd: The adults can somewhat get back on their own, but it's not that easy for the kids, y'know.

Floyd: There'd be a buncha shop all up and down the coast, too.

Floyd: Kinda like how we did the cottage here, they'd set up shops along the shoreline selling food, or accessories, or whatever.

Floyd: My parents own a few stores like that…

Floyd: But like, those were all stores for adult merfolks. They didn't like us kids goin' in by ourselves.

Floyd: So yeah, me 'n Jade would often go hang out near the beaches without tellin' them.

Floyd: 'Cause, I mean, if someone tells you not to do something, doesn't it just make you want to do it more?

Stitch: Yahahahaha!

Floyd: There's a ton of cool things to find around the shoreline… And the flying jellyfish ―the fireworks― were our favorite thing.

Floyd: It's super amazing to watch fireworks from the ocean.

Floyd: The light from the fireworks light up the dark ocean surface, sparkling like stars…

Floyd: It made me feel like I was swimming in the starry night sky.

Floyd: Oh yeah, you're from space, right, Stitch? That's so cool, I'd love to swim in the starry sky for real someday.

Floyd: I remember when I first came on land, there were a ton of things that new to me, like, strange things and weird people…

Floyd: I bet if I went to space, I'd get to see so many more awesome stuff.

Floyd: 'Cause there's a ton of other aliens like you and Gantu out there, right?

Floyd: Maaan. I bet even if I told him that I met an alien on an uninhabited island, Jade'll never believe me.

Floyd: "Your dreams are overflowing with originality, Floyd," he'd probably say.

Floyd: I know! You should come hang with us at Night Raven College someday, Stitch.

Floyd: You should bring your friends next time, too. I wanna see some crazy weird alien dudes. Like…

Floyd: Maybe an evil genius mad scientist that was the one that made you, or maybe a one-eyed federal agent who likes to wear disguises. Got anyone like that?

Stitch: Yahahahaha!

Azul: Floyd, Stitch-san. There you are. It's almost time for dinner.

Floyd: Eh, already? I got so wrapped up that time flew by so fast.

Azul: How did you do in crafting the firewor… Oh, wow! You've put together quite a lot.

Floyd: All the sticks you see bunched over there are the ones that you showed me how to make, and all these disc-lookin' ones'll spin.

Floyd: And this box over here is my own original creation!

Azul: Fireworks that you yourself put together? It won't explode all of a sudden, right…?

Floyd: It'll be fiiine, don't worry. I pumped a bit of magic into it, too.

Azul: Goodness… Once Floyd decides he wants to do something, his focus shoots through the roof.

Azul: I wish he were more like this during work, as well.

Floyd: After all that excitement, now I'm hungry. Azul, Stitch, can you guys help me carry all the fireworks?

Floyd: We can hide them on the beach and surprise the others later.

Stitch: Yeah!

[Uninhabited Island – Cottage]

Lilia: Floyd, Stitch, what's going on? Why are you taking us outside after we all finished eating?

Ace: The further we get from the cottage, the more pitch black it is. Also, why're you makin' me carry this bucket?

Floyd: It's fine, just trust me. Hurry and follow us.

Jack/Riddle/Ace: ???

[Uninhabited Island – Beach]

Floyd: We have arrived～!

Jack: The beach…? No, you better not be thinking of surfing in this darkness.

Floyd: Wrong～ The correct answer is… This!

[Fweeeeeeee…BOOM!]

Everyone: WOOOAH…!

Lilia: What a spectacular fireworks display! Floyd, how did you prepare all this?

Floyd: Me 'n Stitch made them by grinding up the leftover junk parts into powder.

Grim/Ace/Jack: YOU MADE THESE!?

Floyd: Stitch, can you bring out the rest?

Stitch: Ooo!

[thud, thud]

Jack: Woah! All that stuff Stitch just carried out here on his back… Don't tell me those are all fireworks?

Floyd: Yuup～ I wanted to shoot some fireworks on the beach at night, so I spent all my free time today makin' these.

Grim: This is awesome! I bet we can go all night with how many we got here!

Lilia: The long, thin ones are sparklers, I see… But what's this box?

Floyd: That's my original creation.

Floyd: We'll put it over here a little bit away from us, and… Goldfish-chan, give me a light!

Riddle: Don't use people as you would a match, seriously. …Hah!

[Shwaaaaa…!]

Everyone: OOOOHH…!

Floyd: Whaddya think? Isn't it cool with the way it lights up the pitch-black ocean, makin' it all sparkly?

Ace: Floyd-senpai, this is crazy awesome～! You're a genius! Can I try one too?

Floyd: Go ahead. Do as much as you'd like.

Lilia: Ooh! This sparkler's spitting out green sparks. It's just like the Diasomnia colors ♪

Jack: This one's giving off yellow sparks. Amazing, how'd you get different colors?

Riddle: This is my first time playing with fireworks. I just have to hold this end and light the other end, yes?

Azul: We'll often have fireworks placed on top of cakes and parfaits at the Mostro Lounge for celebrations, but…

Azul: It's not a bad change of pace to do it outside like this.

Grim: Nyahaha! I wanna hold one in both hands and set 'em off!

1. I want to try the hand-held fireworks! 2. I want to try the ground fireworks!

[laughing and cheering]

Azul: You were so gung-ho in preparing these, but you haven't touched a single firework at all.

Floyd: Hmm, I just feelin' like watching right now, instead of doin' anything.

Azul: I never took you for one to become so sentimental while watching fireworks.

Azul: Perhaps you're thinking… "If only Jade could see this too?"

Floyd: Huh, why Jade?

Floyd: I mean, I guess I've thought about how he's probably running the Lounge all by himself right now, so when we get back, we're gonna get an earful of complaints, sure.

Floyd: But it's not like I thought anything like, "Wish he was here～"

Floyd: 'Cause I mean, isn't it more fun to do our own thing and then come back with stories to tell?

Floyd: And if we like what we hear, then next time we can go together, and if it sounds boring, then we don't gotta go.

Floyd: It's not like me 'n Jade are the same person, anyway. Like, he just up and got hooked on hiking in the mountains one day and started going off on his own.

Floyd: Doing stuff on our own is way more fun than always doing the same thing together.

Floyd: 'Sides… If we were together all the time 'round the clock, I bet we'd suuuper hate each other’s guts about now.

Floyd: Like, back when we were kids, we'd get into huge fights and beat each other senseless almost every day.

Azul: Your sibling quarrels are really quite dreadful… I was quite shocked the first time I observed it happen.

Floyd: C'mon, we don't fight as much anymore. But that's 'cause we know if we go all out, our lives would be on the line.

Floyd: Eh, but when we do, we still go at it pretty hard.

[multiple fireworks goes off at once]

Riddle: Hey, Stitch! Grim! Don't get so greedy and light all those fireworks at once!

Stitch/Grim: NYAHA～!

Floyd: Ooh, looks like Stitch 'n them are havin' a blast!

Floyd: I think I'm feelin' like joinin' in now ♪

Azul: Heh. “Something fun that can only be done at night on this island, something bam and wheew and awesome”… Right, I see.

Azul: Have you been sated enough with this, Floyd?

Floyd: Eh～? You think I'd be satisfied just doin' this?

Azul: That was foolish of me to ask. I'm certain by tomorrow, you'll be searching for a different stimulus.

Floyd: See, you know me. Wonder what I should do tomorrow?

Floyd: Not every day that we get tossed onto an uninhabited island like this, so.

Floyd: Just so I can make Jade say, "Please take me with you next time" after he hears my stories…

Floyd: I'm gonna play and go wild and do all the stuff I wanna do, and make sure I have so much fun I don't have time to get bored at all ♪

Requested by Anonymous.

[danthepillerman]

this is a dumb toji x nanami smut fic cause i made a joke and now im just running with it!!

tw: nsfw and alcohol 😱😱

its another day in the Shoko Ieiri household, she had a few people over. Those people being Nanami Kento, Megumi Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, and Toji Fushiguro. two of them gouging themselves on shokos supply of beer while she drank wine.

Nanami and Toji were the two drunks, Tojis arm slung over Nanamis “hey new buddy!! pass me a beer” his voice slurred and deep as ever. Nanamis eyes look at Toji then at the case of beer. The blonde smirks and grabs a beer tossing it at Toji, “yeah here buddy.” Its clear to anyone in the room Nanami saw Toji as anything but a drunk.

The two continued to drink finishing the case and pouting about it. “Dudeee no fucking way theres no more” Toji grumbled to Nanami. The blonde hums “i can drive us to the store- trust im a GREAT driver when drunk” a drunken grin plastered on his face.

The two stumbled out shokos house, the woman walking out with a raised brow “i can drive you two, you do know that right?” She was obviously less drunk than Toji AND Nanami combined. Toji groans “dont be a buzzkillll me and kenny will go” a grin on his scared lips “no im serious ill drive you” she says one more time before the two drunk men duck into the car. “GO GO GO!!” Toji shouts and as he does nanami STEPS on it. The two stay mostly quiet with a but if small talk from Toji about the music he was playing.

Toji never realized but Nanami was pretty damn attractive, the street lights shining onto him as he drove. One hand tightly on the wheel the other propping his head up. The car swerved here and there but other than that nothing major. The two get to the store, parking HORRIBLY as they do so. “Hey dude youre a great parker” Tojis voice full of playfulness. The other male laughs “yeah id expect to be so, ive been doing this for yearsss” arrogance laced his usual monotone self. Nanamis eyes wander Tojis body. He was kinda hot..?

“So are we paying or not?” Toji was use to not paying for half his drinks- either some pretty girl with prettier money bought it for him or he just walked into a store and ran out. Thats just the type of dude hes become. Nanami thinks for a second and pats his hip “oh shit- i didnt even bring my wallet.. ehh its fine we can just steal. Ill distract and you get the beer” never in a million yeard would The Nanami Kento expect himself to be stealing beers with a ‘homeless guy’ (he called Toji this earlier in a groupchat)

Nanami walked to the register two apples in his hands “lovely night no? How you doin” a kind smile on his face. The cashier looked tired and already annoyed “yeah..great night- HEY!!” The cashier shouts when toji runs out with a 24 pack of beer and two apple (silly little add on) the two men run out grins on both their faces. Nanami gets into the drivers seat and bolts out. “Hey want one?” Toji says holding up a beer after grabbing his own, his green eyes wander over nanami, his strong arms, his beautifully chiseled face, his tired eyes. Everything about Nanami made Tojis heart race.

Nanami looks over taking a bite from his apple then tossing it into the backseat “yeah sure, open it for me” Toji nods and cracks it open handing it to Nanami while he drank his own. As the blonde swerved the streets he couldnt help but even ask where they were going, before he could get a word out Toji spoke up “lets go to my apartment, we can drink there and not bother shoko.. she might be a little mad i stole 1000 yen from her wallet” the green eyed man sighs, a laugh erupted from nanami, his chest bouncing with the laugh. “Sure man, where is it?” Nanami turned to Toji, finishing his beer and tossing it into the back with the apple.

Toji pulls out his phone that was definitely NOT stolen. He types in his address and shows Nanami, the blonde hums “easy, lets go” he speeds up, petal to the fucking metal man. All Toji could do was laugh. Nanami never really drank with other people, this was new to him. Drinking with anyone but work buddies. In all honesty he was having fun. Nanami reaches over grabbing another beer and driving the two of them to Tojis little one bedroom apartment.

Once at the apartment the two crash onto the couch, drinking another five beers. “Dude these feel so easy to drink now adays, like usually theres a weird taste to em” Toji said his arm slung over the couch and his head tilted up, Nanami hums nodding along with what the black haired man said “yeah i think thats just the alcoholism though” Tojis laughs at that. He sits up and looks at Nanami, his eyes falling onto his lips. “Wanna make out?”

What a way to go straight to the point huh? Toji was surprised by it himself, laughing it off “nah im joking thats gay.” His eyes dart away. Nanami laugh along with him “fuck it? Why not” he shrugs a smirk on his face. Toji looks back a bit surprised “seriously?” Nanami nods at the question and gets in closer to the other man, his hand grabbing Tojis chin. He leans forward and crashes his lips onto Nanamis. Tojis hand pulling him closer by the back of the head.

Nanamis hands grab onto Tojis neck kissing him deeply, Tojis tounge darts out from his scarred lip gently tracing over the blondes bottom lip. Once the other mans lips part and pushes his tongue into Nanamis mouth, his hands gripping at the suit wearing mans hips. Holding him tightly. Toji was in heaven, and he needed Nanami to know. “Fuck kento, you taste like heaven” his voice full of lust and need. Desire ran through both their bodies as their tongues intertwined.

Nanami groaned at his words, his cock stiffening in his trousers. Toji was just as hard just less noticeable from his sweats. The black haired man pushed the other down onto the couch his rough hands unbuttoned Nanamis shirt. Once it was off his hands wander all over the males body. Tojis lips trail down, biting Nanamis neck roughly, his jaw, his shoulders, his neck, all of it Toji wanted to claim it as his. He bit harder onto Nanamis neck, the blondes lips parting with a gasp escaping his drunken lips.

“Hey, kenny, you alright with me marking you up?” It mightve been too late to ask but Toji still had some decency. Nanami nods “hell yeah, i dont mind” and with that last bit of words Toji began to bit and suck at nanamis chest.

His lips wrap around the blondes chest, right above his nipple. Tojis teeth sink into his porcelain skin sucking at it and leaving a red mark, his tongue smoothing over the redden surface. “Na-haaa.. mmm” Nanami moaned, gently gripping at Tojis hair. His hips grind his Tojis thigh, he needed some sort of friction, anything, everything, all of it. Thats what Nanami wanted.

Toji grins when he feels Nanami grind into him, so he does something he think would help the other male. He cups Nanamis bulge into his hand, palming at Nanamis cock through his pants. “Oh fuck- oohh” Nanamis hand grabs onto the other males wrist, his hips moving to grind into his palm. The way Toji pressed onto his bulge made his even harder. Honestly he didnt mind making a mess of his pants if it was Toji who made him to it.

Tojis eyes were on Nanamis beautifully contorted face. He lives how his brown eyes shut tightly, how pretty Nanami looked when he moaned. “Aye, ken, can i take these off you?” Tojis voice slurring as he tugged onto Nanamis pants. The blonde nods “yeah.. take em off” he was already so out of breath from something as small as being palmed, maybe it was the alcohol.

The two ripped their clothes off Tojis lips crashing back onto Nanamis once they were completely naked. Tojis hand gripped and squeezed at Nanamis ass. (gay as hell but tojis an ass guy.) Kento moaned into the kiss, his cock twitching and bumping Tojis in the process. This didnt go unnoticed from the other male, his hand reached down grabbing both their cock into one hand.

“Shit your- youre leaking so much pre..” Toji was honestly in awe about how much precum was trickling from Nanamis soft pink tip. “Oh shut u-up.. thats not alot..” he responded to toji, his cock twitching like crazy. They were both around the same size, Tojis having a bit more girth to it while Nanamis has length. “Nah kenny thats a lot” Tojis said, teasing nanami for being more excited than he was. His rough thumb pressing onto Nanamis tip, swiping up the precum and licking it. “fuck…” Nanami flushed more at Tojis actions. He bit down onto his Tojis shoulder once the males hand started stroking both their cocks with one hand.

Nanamis bites down harder causing Toji to squeeze their cocks and moan out a curse. “Fuck, fuck ken nit so ha-hard” his voice rougher than normal. His hand continued to lump their cocks. “Ken, look at me” Toji mumbled, it was hard to talk when youre trying not to moan or whine, but Nanami listens letting go of his shoulder and looking at Toji.

Tojis hand lets ho of their cocks and reaches up, his thumb caressing Nanamis bottom lip before pushing past his lips and teeth pressing onto his tongue. All that mattered in this moment was them, and their drunken passion for eachother. Toji kisses Nanami again sucking and biting at the blondes lip. Toji pulls away after what felt like hours, both their lips swollen. “Go to my room. Its the first one on the left” Toji reluctantly pulls away and lets Nanami stumble his naked ass up the stairs and onto his bed, Toji gets up from the couch and grabs a box from his bathroom closet.

Toji never really had people over and the few times he did have someone over that he planned to fuck into next year, they always wanted him raw. But he still had a pack of condoms just in case. He made his way to his room and saw Nanami on his bed, face deep into Tojis pillow sniffing his scent, every few seconds his hips would move. That damn freak. “Aye im back” Tojis said with a grin, Nanami shot up and composed himself “wait i have to get it in the ass??” Nanamis words slurred together, it honestly barely made sense. “Uhh duh, my condoms”

What felt like forever of them arguing whos getting it in the ass finally cane to an end once Nanami shouted a finale “Fine!” with a huff. Toji had the condom snug around his fat cock. “Look at you, ass up and ready to be fucked.” Under any other circumstances Nanami wouldve drop kicked the person and stomped their lights out, but this? This was TOJI. And Toji was too sexy to resist.

Slowly the black hair man pressed his cock to Nanamis ass, gently pushing inside of him. The blonde gasps and grips the sheets. “Fu-fuck youre tight.. so fucking tight” Toji groaned, he waited a few more seconds before pulling back then slamming back in. Moan after sweet delicious fucking moan left Nanamis lips. All Toji could think about was how good Nanami felt around his cock. Hes never had sex with a guy but fuck was he happy he was doing it with Nanami, who seemed to be an ass virgin.

Tojis hips didnt slow, not for a single second. He pounded Nanamis ass in a fast and rough pace, he didnt wanna stop. Nanami hated how his eyes were watering from this but he loved how it felt, how his body was in a frenzy, how he couldnt stop moaning. His precum dripping onto the bed with every thrust Toji sent his way. Tojis head was spinning, his hand gently smacking Nanamis ass. In Toji’s opinionhe had a pretty nice ass, it jiggles with every slap, it was smooth, it was cute. He loved it and never wanted to leave it.

They didnt stop for a good hour or so going a few rounds switching out condoms, but when they did boy-o-boy were they exhausted. On the last round Nanami insisted no condom, swearing he was ready to take it raw. His hole was pretty lubed up but Toji still prepped him with his fingers. Once he deemed him ready Toji hovered over Nanami pressing a deep kiss to his lips while pushing his cock inside of him. His hips moved frantically, all rhythm thrown out the window like a steaming hot honey bun at a homeless man. Toji was started to get more vocal, moaning into the blondes lips, small things like “tight..so fucking tight” and “fuck yes, fuck yes” Toji was in heaven with Nanami and he never wanted to leave. With one fínale thrust Toji came inside Nanami.

The two stayed like that for a second before Toji pulled out and grabbed a wipe from his nightstand. He gently cleaned his cock then grabbed another wipe to clean Nanamis. He tossed those into the trash can and getting one last wipe to clean up any cum on Nanamis ass or thighs. Once tossed he laid down and looked at Nanami “maybe next time you can dom” Toji said with a drunk sleepy grin.

Nanami chuckled and nodded “yeah..” his brown eyes fluttered shut leaving Toji to gaze at him. He felt so much in that moment. But before he went to sleep he leaned in and kisses Nanamis lips, pulling away a second later and getting comfortable on his bed.

[avatar4life]

Twilightzone

Reader was walking to school after getting her backpack and saw something she immediately hated: Jacob with short hair

'well, there goes my small liking of him' she thought as she saw Bella go towards him. Reader decided to ignore that weird situation and just prepare herself mentally for another day at school. When she reached the gates of the school she turned around and saw Edward and Jacob glaring at eachother with Bella in between them 'ah so it's one of those situations' she thought nodding to herself "let's hope they don't compare dick sizes at the school's parking lot" she mumbles not knowing the boys were able to hear her as she entered the building. When she was at school she noticed out of the window a figure in the woods, looking at her with glowing eyes (yes I'm making this mfs have glowing eyes cause I find it cool) 'well, there goes my sleep schedule for the next two weeks' she thought as she decided to ignore that figure 'maybe I'm schizophrenic ' .

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During another day she was sleeping while Jacob was rambling how much Edward wmis a danger to Bella and how much he will be actually be the best choice and be able to protect her. She suddenly woke up with a snort and looks around confused as he continues to ramble 'ah this bitch still rambling. Take a hint and stop it...I need to stop falling asleep when people are rambling ' she thought '....mmmm, I would go for a hamburger, or a kebab, yes a kebab. God I love kebabs to an unhealthy amount.' she thought as he finally stopped talking "thanks for listening to me" Jacob said to reader, who looks confused but fakes it "yup, don't worry. You can count on me for anything" she said before packing her stuff and leaving "bye Billy" she said to Jacob's dad. She passes by the house where Jacob's friends live 'I wonder if that hot girl I saw hanging out with them is living there too...am I gay? But I do find a few guys good looking, the few that are in Thai forsaken place anyway ' she thought but shrugs her shoulders and leaves for her house.

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It's been days and reader came back from a sleepover from a friend's house and found Bella with rough clothes (this is after the fight with Victoria, you can't tell me this mfs don't have torn up clothes after a battle). Reader looked at her confused "what the hell happened to YOU?!" She asked but Bella just shook her head and batter her eyes a few too many times before replying with just a simple "nothing" and went upstairs.

Reader looked at the direction her sister went and scrunched her face "...Ew. that was...Ew" she said to herself before shaking her head and going to her room. Once she arrives there she thought about something she saw a while ago:

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She was asleep before waking up to go to the bathroom, trying to keep her eyes closed to hold onto the feeling of sleep in her, not wanting to be fully awake. after the bathroom she walked past Bella's room and then opened her eyes as she stopped confused, before walking backwards and looking into her room, more specifically her window. She was holding onto her blanket around her body as she reached the window and looked out of it "what the hell??" She mumbled as she saw two figures, human figures, looking at the window with glowing eyes '...what kind of drugs did I ingest today, this can't be normal. What are those? Definitely not human' she thought but didn't have the strength to stay awake and find out and decide to get out of the room immediately 'Bella can deal with whatever that is, as long as they're not after me, I'm good to go' she thought as she went back to her bed and sighs in relief and goes back to sleep, hugging her pillow and putting herself in fetal position (it's comfortable ok?!) and falling back asleep

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'oh yeah, wonder what that dream was about? Ehh, who cares. Time for a nap!' she thought as she puts herself into her comfortable pajamas and went to her bed 'good thing I took the bigger bedroom ' she thought before putting her bonnet (it's for everyone, it protects your hair from humidity and such, also does not give bad bed hair) and falling asleep, not realising someone is watching her: Cullen.

This is finally part 3 of the Twilight zone.

Ok byeeeeeee

[enquire]

my core four/initial six dra ponies post

Designing Mikako has been a bit of a struggle for some reason, so I figured I'd post some of these and finish the group drawing I've been working on instead.

First, here's a quick lineup of the core four.

From right to left: Radiant Ember (Rei Mekaru), Thrift Twinkle (Teruya Otori), Saber Frost (Tsurugi Kinjo), and Clover Shores (Yuki)

I took away Thrift's rainbow horseshoes and coat dye for this lineup.

I'm still figuring out all their sizes relative to each other, but hey these four look good together color wise, sucess! It's been a while since I've designed characters as a set like this. Drawing stylized ponies is kind of a struggle (particularly the legs send help) but I'm happy with them so far despite that.

I'll probably actually share lore next time but this one'll just be art. I do have some stuff written/thought up about Saber, Scarlet, Clover, and Kismet in particular.

Also, here's one of Saber and Ember, in the middle of a heated argument, with poor Thrift in the background. Clover wasn't around that day so he has to put up with it on his own. Saber probably started this somehow and likely deserves whatever verbal lashing Ember is about to give him, I imagine. You can ignore that I didn't bother with the details of Ember's crystal hair lol.

And finally, I was able to finish this hangout for them all. This group is kind of the main 6 of this little AU, (initial six? fun group names anyone?) though Gizmo and Moonshade aren't always around, since they live in Canterlot. And other characters carousel through of course.

The still unnamed small main town (if you have any ideas let me know I haven't thought of any appropriately horse pun filled or cozy sounding names yet.) is near the mountains. This scene is from one of Gizmo and Moonshade's visits to see the other four. Nothing like hot cocoa around a campfire. It was pretty nice to just work on a piece like this for a while. Adding all the little details and not worrying too much about it being 'good' you know? just self indulgent, cozy art.

I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever drawn mlp magic before in full, that turned out a little ehh... and there are other things that bug me about this. (mikako/moonshade's design may or may not be accurate later lol) But honestly being able to draw and make art is kind of more than enough for me at the moment haha. It made me smile on a bad day, imperfections and silly ass subject matter be damned.

[ghostchems]

somethin' spooky - papa emeritus iv x female!reader

you've secure an invite to an exclusive party at a satanic church only to end up being underwhelmed by the lack of "spooky".

author's note: i felt like i was neglecting popia so i wrote this lil thing! 3k words! 18+! mdni! there's smut and popia being popia. ao3 link.

Your fingernails tap against the glass you're holding as you gaze out into the crowd of people. Curiosity had gotten the better of you but right now, you were feeling some regret at the effort you had gone through to be here right now.

There were whispers throughout the valley about an exclusive, invite-only party that took place at a satanic church. You weren’t too big on parties but you had to find a way to see this for yourself. A friend of a friend of a friend was able to get you an invite for a fee and here you are, moseying through the kind of people that you could probably see at any other bar around town.

And it’s honestly, not that special. Sure, you were at a satanic church but it wasn’t spooky enough for your taste. There was plenty of artwork adorning the walls that depicted scenes of hell, demons and Lucifer himself, plus plenty of grucifixes everywhere. But the fact that they were serving White Claw? There weren’t even any spooky themed drinks.

Plus, you weren’t a party person, especially since you had come alone. So, you give the large chapel one last look before you head out the doors. The hallways seem to go on forever as you wander through them, unable to remember where the exit was. You start to stress, your mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that maybe you were stuck here forever.

“Dove stai andando? Where are you going? Leaving the party, eh?” 

You spin around to look where the voice was coming from. A man was peeking out of a doorway, studying you. He was wearing a blue sparkly jacket, torn pants and his face – contrasting black and white paint covered it with his white eye practically glowing as he looked you up and down.

“Uh, yeah. Just trying to find my way out.”

“Mm.” He walks out of the doorway toward you, steepling his fingers as he did so. “Ehm, may I ask why? Were you not having fun?” Curiousness was oozing from him as he stepped even closer, the distance closing between you. Nothing about him seems threatening so you stay where you are.

“Oh, I’m just not super into partying, ya know. Just wanted to see what this whole thing was about.” You rock back and forth on your heels. “Why aren’t you at the party?”

“Ehhh… catching up on work.” He sounds sheepish.

“On a Saturday night?” You cross your arms and pop your hip. There’s a feeling creeping into your head that maybe you should be more cautious around this man but he seems so approachable despite being so striking. 

“Not super into partying, either.” He offers you a small smile and fidgets with his hands. “E-ehm, would you consider joining me in my office, maybe? You’ve convinced me – working on a Saturday is a bit sad.” 

You stare at him blankly for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. You know you should just go home and not spend time with this man with corpse paint you just met. But…your curiosity was getting the better of you. Plus, it seemed like he worked there so you could potentially get the spooky scoop on the satanic church. 

“Sure, okay.”

“Eccelente!” He lights up and beckons for you to follow him. “Apologies, it’s a tad messy.” 

You are taken aback by the stacks of papers that line the walls and cover his desk. Aside from that, the office was dimly lit with scattered candles (which seems like an extreme fire hazard) and antique looking furniture. 

“Ehh, please, have a seat! Would you like a drink, cara?” He is already fussing with glasses before you can respond, hearing them clink together. You pick up a few papers off of one of the wingback chairs in his office and can’t help but scan over it before setting it on the floor. Invoices for coffee cups and hot chocolate packets. Nothing spooky or satanic about that.

You sit in the chair and sink back into it, getting comfortable as you survey the room some more. He is in front of you so quickly and hands you a glass with some kind of brown liquid. You examine it and give it a small sniff: whiskey.

“Oh, this is so exciting, cara. I haven’t been able to spend much time with outsiders since becoming Papa.” He pulls up the smallest stool you’ve ever seen and sits directly in front of you. His knees are practically up to his chest.

“Becoming Papa?” You ask with an amused tone before being brave enough to take a sip of the whiskey. It is strong.

 “Ah, si. Papa Emeritus, leader of the church.” 

You start to cough, from the whiskey and also because of what he just said. Leader of the church?! The man sitting on an impossibly tiny stool, surrounded in paperwork, wearing a sparkly blue jacket, is the LEADER of the church. 

“Cara, do you need some water or-”

“No, no, I’m fine.” You cough a bit more and wave your hand. “Went down the wrong pipe.” 

Papa is studying you, watching curiously as you set the whiskey down. His eyes narrow a bit as he shifts closer to you.

“Am I not what you were expecting?” There’s a touch of sadness in his voice as his white eye meets yours, his other eye shrouded in darkness. 

“O-oh, no, no, I’m just surprised, Papa.” It feels weird calling him that. “I just wasn’t expecting the leader of the church of Satan to have so much paperwork to do. I was expecting a bit more spooky things.” You laugh nervously.

“Spooky? I can be spooky.” Papa’s voice drops to a sinister tone, his lips curling into a grin. “Are you curious about spooky things, cara? That is why you came tonight, si?” Suddenly, he is up and is standing directly in front of you now and leans down, meeting your eyes.

“Maybe it is.” You answer confidently but you can feel yourself shifting back against the chair, trying to get some distance between the two of you. 

“Okie dokie, wait just a minute.” Papa turns his back to you and seems to be working himself up a bit. You are looking at him curiously, the suspense building as silence stretches between the two of you. He spins around, his arms stretched above him. “BOO!”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at him.

“Not spooky enough, cara?” He slowly lowers his arms and starts to steeple his fingers.

“I was expecting more of… ya know, satanic rituals, orgies… sacrifices?” 

“Ahhh.” He exhales and plants his hands on the armrests; he has you cornered now. “I must apologize then, cara, we don’t typically perform rituals when outsiders are present.”  

“That’s a shame.” You try to relax but he is so close to you now and he sways back and forth, almost hypnotically. His eyes are glued to yours and you can see just how green the one is. 

“Have I disappointed you?” Papa pouts teasingly and you could feel his hot breath on your face. You are out of smart responses, your mouth hanging open as if to say something before you shut it again. His presence is intoxicating and your head is still swimming from how he went from a semi-awkward, cute man to this, this being that has lured you into his trap.

You squirm in the seat but you find yourself inching closer to him. He seems to notice, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk. 

“I could give you a little taste, hm? Would you like that, cara?” Papa presses his forehead to yours and rubs the tip of his nose against yours. “Tell me.”

“What if I want more than just a taste?” Your breath is shaky but you manage to get the words out. He hums quietly, pretending to be deep in thought before he’s finally upon you, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip. 

You give a soft moan as his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He cups your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. You can feel your face start to grow hot, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. His gloved fingers gently move from your cheeks down your neck, giving the sides of it a soft squeeze before settling on your shoulders. He breaks the kiss, his dark eyes roaming your face with a grin. His lips meet your jaw, mouthing along it as he toys with the straps of your dress. 

“May I, cara?” He growls against your neck, still tugging at your straps. So gentlemanly. Your brains are scrambled to the point that you’re unable to speak words so you give a soft, affirmative grunt. 

“Have I rendered you speechless?” Papa purrs as he exposes your breasts. His fingers softly stroke them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. A moan rumbles in your throat as your head tips back against the chair. He slips down to his knees, settling in between your legs. His arms slide behind your back, pulling you into him as his lips brush against one of your nipples.

“F-fuck, Papa.” You surprise yourself, your body shuddering at his touch. He feels so good against you, his arms holding you so tight as he sucks the nipple into his mouth. Your hands fall to his head, fingers grabbing onto his hair as you arch your back. Papa buries his face into your chest, moaning against you as his lips and teeth graze against you.

“Will you kneel before me, cara?” He gazes up at you, his white eye looking like it could be glowing. “Kneel before your Papa?”

You suck in a breath as your fingers card through his hair. Desire is burning through you. You need him. You need him now. 

“Yes, Papa.” 

He kisses your collarbone softly then pulls himself to his feet. You immediately slink off of the chair and get on your knees in front of him. His jacket is now on the floor and he’s working on the buttons of his shirt as you start to feel him through his pants. The momentum comes to a screeching halt, though, when you start to fiddle with his corset laced crotch.

“This is — ugh! This is so impractical!” You whine as your fingers desperately try to figure out a way to unlace his pants. After he removes his shirt, he swats your hand away with a small laugh. 

“Guardi.” He takes one of the laces in his hands and pulls it at what seems like a specific angle. His pants come completely unlaced with the one pull, dropping around his knees as his cock springs free. If your mouth wasn’t already hanging open from the sheer ridiculousness that just happened, it would have dropped even further at the sight of him. 

He is huge.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You know what he’s going to do. You grew up on the outskirts of the Catholic Church, having gone to mass each Sunday before going to CCD (only to not retain anything you learned). But you remember communion and how you would cup your hands together to receive the body of Christ. Some adults would merely go up to the priest and open their mouths to receive Him…

You do as you’re told. Papa gazes at you for a few moments as he strokes himself lazily. His hand catches you by the chin and tilts your head up with a hum. He plops the head of his cock onto your tongue and you swear you can hear it thud.

The taste of him on your tongue is enough to make you moan. He breathes deep, keeping his eyes locked on you. His hand moves from your chin to your hair, fingers tangling in it. 

“Nema.” Papa hisses, then pushes his cock past your lips. You move your hand to grip the base and slip your tongue along the underside of his length. He groans and starts to slowly roll his hips, sinking his cock further into your mouth. His fingers dig into your scalp as he hits the back of your throat. You moan around him, your one hand moving to hold onto his thigh as you swallow around him, feeling your throat spasm.

He is so big. You start to stroke him as you bob your head along him, keeping the movements in sync. His breath starts to hitch and you feel his thigh start to tense up. Papa pulls you off of him and you sink back on your heels, looking up at him wide eyed and somewhat afraid that you’ve done something wrong. 

Before you’re able to say anything, he scoops you up into your arms. You squeak and wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. It looks like he is walking straight for a wall but once you get closer you can see the seams of what appears to be a door. He pushed it with his foot and it creaks open, revealing another dimly lit room covered in candles. 

And… there’s a mattress on the floor?

Papa carefully sets you down on it, his fingers sliding your dress and underwear off in one quick motion. He settles in between your legs and you can feel the pressure of the head of his cock against your slick folds.

“W-wait, I haven’t-“ You stutter, your hands gripping his shoulders. 

“Are you alright, cara? Do you want me to stop?” He immediately brings his hands up to your arms and gently starts to caress them.

“No, no. Please, don’t stop. I just-“ You take a deep breath. “I haven’t done it in a while and you’re… you’re big. A friend of mine told me that when she tried to do it after not doing it for a while it wouldn’t fit and-” You continue to ramble and he listens so patiently to you. Papa’s fingers drift up your arms to cup your face.

“We will take it slow, and if it doesn’t work – I know plenty of other ways to make you scream my name.” Even though what he says sounds dirty, he is being so earnest, so gentle with you. Papa shifts himself back into position but keeps one hand holding your face.

He pushes in inch by inch, stopping each time to make sure you’re okay. The way he is taking care of you makes you feel so relaxed, so trusting of him. You bring your hips up to meet his once he’s almost completely inside of you. Papa’s mouth drops open and he moans deeply, his gloved fingers digging into your hip.

“Cara, you feel so good.” He breathes huskily, pressing his forehead against yours as he starts to gradually pick up his pace. You can’t believe how good he feels, how he seems to know the exact places to touch and press to make you moan. He kisses you hungrily, growling against your lips.

Papa sinks his cock inside you and holds it there, pinning you down. You squirm against him and try to roll your hips but his grip is too tight. He chuckles softly and slips his hand down between the two of you, lightly rubbing your clit.

“P-papa.” You whine as your fingernails dig into his shoulders. 

“One thing about us satanists…” He draws out the word, pressing his hot mouth to your ear. “Is that we make sure all parties cum during our rituals.” Papa sucks on your earlobe as he presses his thumb against your clit. Your body is trembling beneath him, eyes squeezing shut as he starts to quicken his pace.

He wants you to give in to him, to give yourself over to the way he is making you feel. His teeth graze your chin and his chest rumbles with a growl. Your moaning, gasping, clawing beneath him as your body twists with pleasure, all while you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. One more swipe has you coming undone, a broken sob pushing from your lips.

Papa’s fingers snake up to tangle in your hair and gives it a sharp yank as he starts to fuck you again. Your mouth hangs open, deep breaths and groans slipping from it. You hold onto him for dear life as his hips snap into yours, the sound of slapping skin filling his room. Your legs wrap his waist causing him to moan deeply, sinking even deeper inside you.

He starts to say… something. You don’t understand it. It could be in Italian or Latin, but that’s only an educated guess. You can’t even focus on it, can’t even worry about it now because of how good he feels. Papa yanks at your hair again, forcing you to look into his eyes. His hips snap one last time and he gives a loud moan as he spills inside you.

Papa buries his face in your neck, staying in place for a moment as the two of you come down. He starts to gently touch your neck again, sighing contently before he slips out of you and pulls you up to his chest. You are so comfortable against him, feeling his chest rise and fall. He is caressing you all over and the sensation soothes you into deep relaxation.

“Not so much for spooky but how is that for sinful, eh, cara?” He whispers against your ear but you’re already asleep.

LATER…

You start to stir, eyes still shut as you nestle in closer to Papa. He shifts a bit, his arms tightening around you.

“I missed my party.” He says sleepily against your neck.

“Your party?!” You snap your eyes open and you try to look at him.

“Mmm si, the party was thrown in my honor.” Papa mumbles as he wraps his arms tightly around you. “Glad I missed it, cara?” You feel him smile against your neck. 

You don’t say anything because you’re sure he already knows the answer.