#help i need to squeeze them til they pop

[veevil]

they're kissboys (more art from @nyang-cheng's siren cherik AU)

[writersdrug]

My brain is open to your bartender Ghost thoughts

Give me them all 🙏

Lordy this au isn't even an hour old and I have so many thoughts

He doesn't really know what to expect when you come in the morning after the interview. At eight am sharp, he watches as you trudge inside, wearing ripped tights, shorts, knock off combat boots, and a baggy shirt that's messily tucked into your waistline. It looks like you had put on eye liner last night and gone to bed, black lines smudged in a perfect "bedhead" look.

"Really?" He asks, arms folded and muscles buddging. "Come t' the interview in a skirt 'n dress shirt, n' show up t' the first shift lookin' like a wannabe biker chick?"

You scoff, pulling your hair up into a bun. "Didn't realize I'd be walking into the asscrack of "The Devil Wears Prada"..."

He huffs and shakes his head. You hve tough skin - good.

He had Soap come in early that day - poor man usually worked between 4 pm 'til whenever Ghost decided to close. He's still rubbing his eyes and yawning when a pen and spiral notepad are shoved into your hands, Simon pushing you towards towards the cook's table with a hand on your back.

"Hey, welcome to the 141." You say, no attempt at politeness in your tone. Ghost huffs fondly, appreciating how you cut through the bullshit. "Any appetizers today?"

"None o' that keech," Soap says, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching his brow. "Canna have a rusty nail 'n th' smash grunded, wel doon 'n with the bun scud - cannae stand th' aoli. Chips oan the side."

You stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief, before turning to Ghost. "Do they all sound like that?"

He grunts. "If they're drunk."

"Are you drunk?" You ask Soap.

"Feck if I know, tryin' tae figure it oot myself." He groans.

Ghost helps you decipher the words Soap had vomited out. You successfully punch it into the POS, only needing a few pointers from the giant over your shoulder. For the rest of the morning amd afternoon, he taeaches you which button on the soda gun was which, the difference between tonic water and club soda, how to run the industrial sanitizer - with a "ye best make sure that shite is rinsed 'fore ye stick em in there" from Soap - where the new kegs go when Gaz brings them in, where to find napkins and condiments in the walkin, how to cut fruit for the bar, and lastly, how to split your tips.

"But why do I have to pay you?" You ask Ghost, sitting at a table with your calculator app on your phone and a basket of fries between the two of you. "You make loads of tips just pouring liquor."

He chuckles, watching you pop a fry into your mouth. "'N you get a cut of sales from the kitchen, since you're part of it."

You perk up at that. "I do?"

"Seven percent." He confirms. "A decent payout on weekends."

"And Soap doesn't get tips."

"Johnny boy gets paid by th' hour."

"I don't?"

"If ya do well enough, ya won't have to." He says, resting his meaty forearms on the table. "You'll be walkin' out with hundreds."

You chew your lip nervously; Simon's eyes linger on the movement, shifting his weight - the polyester seat creaks beneath him as he observes you fretting silently, the silence only broken by the sound of Soap prepping in the kitchen. "Don' worry too much 'bout it. You're young - jus' keep a smile on 'n you'll be fine. Soap 'n I got your back tonight, but I'm not pickin' up your slack after the week passes."

The fry you're steering towards your mouth falls to the table as Simon stands up. "Tonight?!" You exclaim, shimmying out of the booth.

"Yep. Sixteen hundred."

You glance at your phone. "That's in an hour!" There are kegs stacked by the front door, unpolished and enrolled silverware on the bar top, and half of the chairs are still stacked on the countertops.

"Best get to work then, hmm?" Ghost says, grabbing a container of lemons and moving behind the bar.

[eddiesxangel]

Clueless | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie’s an idiot and can’t pick up that you’ve been flirting with him for months…so you take things a step further.

Cw: SMUT, dom/mean!eddie, name calling (whore/ slut)

4 months ago…

Tonight you sat at the bar, your usual Saturday night hanging with your friends from school. There was live music and you’d been eying the lead singer for about three weeks. They played here every Saturday and tonight you brought your roommates Nancy and Robin to join you so they could finally see the mystery man you’ve been going on and on about.

The three of you had been there for about twenty minutes before they took the stage.

“They should be on any minute,” you say as you hear some of the people in the college car cheer. Your eyes instantly find the stage and your heart flutters. There he is, in all his glory.

You hear Robin's gaps and you look at her immediately.

“What is it Bin?” You ask

“Nothing!” Nancy cut her off before she could talk. She gave Robin a subtle nudge and she caught on.”

“Nothing-nothing I-uh swallowed the wrong way” she pretended to cough. What the hell is going on?

You’d forgotten about how weird they were acting halfway through the set. You'd gotten up to dance and enjoy the music. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. As the three of you got closer and closer to the stage it seemed like he couldn’t stop starting in your direction. A bright smile spread across his face and you couldn’t help but blush. You’d hoped it was because of you. You’d made eye contact and almost turned into a puddle.

After the set finished the three of you found an empty booth and took a break from dancing.

“So what did you guys think?” You asked excitedly.

“They were great” Robin smirked.

“Yea usually not my kind of thing but I liked it” Nancy giggled.

“Ok, what is going on? You’re acting weird?” You winced.

“Should we tell her?” Nancy looked at Robin.

“Tell me what?” You asked.

They didn’t get a chance to answer.

“Buckley! Wheeler!” You all turn to see the man of your dreams appearing at your booth.

Your eyes go wide when it finally hits you. They know him. This is amazing! They can introduce you!

You thought the night went as well as it could have. Eddie was glued to your side, he was the biggest flirt, and he gave you compliments about your hair and how you smelled really nice. You were touching his arm and giving sublet hints that you also found him really attractive. On top of that, the conversation was cheeky and fun, you never had an awkward moment where you felt like you needed to fill the silence. the conversation was great, he was really easy to talk to. So when you went home alone, you were beyond bummed.

Eddie and you were always gravitating towards one another whenever he would come over to visit with Robin and Nancy or when your roomies asked you to come to the bar with them to meet some friends from high school. You had become attached to one another very quickly.

One month ago…

“Eddie, can you help me with something? You called him over from in the kitchen.

“Sure thing sweetheart” he got up from the rest of the group and made his way to you. Your stomach flip-flopped any time he called you a cute pet name.

“How can I be of your assistance?” He clasped his hands behind his back.

“I can’t open it” you pout pointing the lid of the pickle jar towards him.

You were making a charcuterie board. Did you really need help? Absolutely not. The jar had already been opened but any excuse to get Eddie near you you took.

“You could have called any of the guys but you wanted me to help you with the pickles?” Eddie smirked. *pop* The jar opened with ease.

“Well yeah” you took a step closer so you see in his space. “You’re just so strong.” You graze your hand against his bare bicep before giving it a squeeze.

“You have Steve the jock to call over” he raised a brow. Is he being serious right now?

“well...yeah. But I’m sure all that strumming doesn’t hurt” You bit your lip as you tilted your head up at him.

“Eh,” he shrugged his shoulders. Passing you back the jar.

“Oh um, we’ll… thanks” You turn back to the wooden board feeling defeated as he went back to the rest of the group

3 weeks ago…

* ring, ring, ring*

“Hello?”

“Hey Eddie, it’s me” you smiled.

“Sweetness, how are you?” He asked

“I want to have a movie night next Friday.” You just came out and said it. No more beating around the bush.

“I’m down, what’s the genre we are thinking here?” He crossed his arms over his chest while the phone rested between his ear and shoulder.

“Hmmm, I don't know. Horror?” You chide.

“I didn’t think you liked them scary” he smirked.

“But I’ll have you to protect me” You throw him yet another bone.

“I’m sure you won’t need me with everyone there.” He shrugged.

“E-everyone?” You stutter.

“Yea, who else is going?” He questioned.

Shit. You rolled your eyes and stomped your foot like a child.

“Uh I’m, not sure on the final numbers yet.” You strutted.

“No worries Princess. Count me in” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“See you then Eddie” you hung up with a defeated sigh. UGH

2 weeks ago…

Movie night. You had the living room all set up, ready with drinks, snacks, pillows and blankets for everyone. The lot of you piled up in your small apartment, Robin Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Argyle, and of course Eddie.

Ten minutes into watching the original Halloween movie you ‘shivered.’ You were sat between Jonathan and Eddie.

“You cold?" Jonathan asked pointing beside him.

“I am but I’m sure Eddie won’t mind sharing with me?” He already had the blanket draped over his lap.

“Hmm?” Eddie hummed.

“Mind sharing some blanket I’m a bit chilly.” You scoot a little closer towards him.

“Oh uh yea sure” he draped the blanket over your lap while his eyes never left the screen. Fully immersed in the story.

“Thanks Eddie.” You placed a hand on his upper thigh.

Eddie didn’t bay an eye. He just continued to keep his eyes on the screen.

As the movie progressed you genuinely were getting scared. Micheal Myers had jump-scared you one too many times. It was about the fifth one by the time you grabbed onto Eddie’s arm. Eddie just smirked down at you as you covered your eyes into his shoulder.

However, Eddie sat there like a statue, unfazed by your advances. Eddie never seemed to be bothered by them, but he also wasn’t picking up what you were putting down.

Halfway through the third movie, you'd given up. He didn't put his arm around you, he didn't ask if you wanted to be protected. And He never reacted to your hand placed on his upper thigh. All of your moves were useless, and you hoped you didn't make a fool out of yourself in front of your new group of friends.

1 week ago…

Nancy and Robin started to gush about how cute the two of you would be together and it was only making you grow more impatient that he wasn’t making a move.

“Am I just not pretty?” You bit your cuticle. You were sat with your two roommates in your shared living room having a relaxing evening in.

“What are you talking about?” Nancy quipped.

“Not true, trust me, babes, you’re a smoke show, trust me I'm a lesbian.” Robin pipped up making you laugh.

"What brought this on?"Nancy looked at you with concern in her eyes.

"I’ve been throwing myself at Eddie for months! And he hasn’t once tried to make a move?” You admitted.

“He’s so dumb” Nancy said under her breath.

"I'm sure Jonathan thinks I'm pathetic. He had to suffer through my attempts during our movie night, which by the way was supposed to be just Eddie and I but he had to ask about who else was coming and I panicked!" You burry your head in your hands.

"Want me to knock some sense into him?" Robin asked.

"God no! That's the last thing I need" You shook your head. "He probably is just trying to avoid hurting my feelings... maybe he doesn't know how to turn me down so he's pretending like it isn't happening." You thought out loud.

"Nu-uh I know for a fact tha-OW" Robin looked at Nancy after feeling her kick her under the table.

"What Robin is trying to say, is that you and Eddie are perfect for one another, trust us. He will eventually see. Sometimes you have to be literal with him.

What were they not telling you?

“I don’t know…has he ever said anything about me to you guys?." you fiddled with your cup.

You look up to see Robin and Nancy give a knowing look to one another. They weren’t telling you something. They were not being subtle.

"Believe me, you don't want to give up yet." Robin reassured.

"Ohhhh kay," you sighed and changed the subject.

Today

You were so nervous but excited. Eddie has finally asked you to hang out one-on-one. You'd thought maybe this was it, the line would be crossed, and the initial step over the hump would be taken. You were so hopeful and you repeated Robin's words over and over again in your head. You don't want to give up yet.

Before arriving you had prepared yourself. You did everything from shaving to picking out a matching bra and pantie set. You had spraying yourself with the same perfume he'd complimented you on the first night you officially met. You did your hair and makeup, and don't even get started on how long it took to choose the perfect outfit that was cute enough to look like you weren't trying too hard but looked amazing in non the less.

You knocked on the apartment door that read 416. You could hear the eager padding of Eddie making his way to the door. He opned it with a swoosh and his hair blew back like he was n a goddamn shampoo commercial.

"Hey Princess, come on in make yourself at home." He greeted you with a warm hug. As he let go he scanned you up and down. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on your chest. You’d picked a v neck top that extenuated your tits, even if it was just a t shirt.

“So what did you wanna do?” He asked as you examined his place. It was exactly what you’d imagine. Very boy, a bit cluttered but not dirty. It smelled fresh like he just put in a load of laundry.

“Would you teach me some guitar? If you don’t mind, I’ve always wanted to learn.” You smirk.

“You sure you want me as a teacher?” He tilts his head.

“Well why not have the best?” You flirt.

“Come on my guitar is in my room” he took your hand a lead you down the hall. Bingo

You walked into Eddie’s room and he lead you to sit in the edge of his bed.

“Ok sweetheart, first thing you need to know are the chords” he picked up his acoustic and handed it to you.

He sat beside you and proceeded to instruct you on where to place your fingers. Your hands not use to the awkward positions they kept a slipping away.

He placed each of his thighs on the sides of yours so you were sat right between his lap. His broad chest was pressed up to you.

“Here like this” Eddie scooted closer so he could help you place your hands in the correct position. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him as he placed his hand on yours. You swore you felt a jolt go through your body when he touched your skin.

“That’s better.” He whispered and your body broke out in a shiver as his breath cascaded down the side your neck.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it?” You look back at Eddie. He was so close your noses almost brushed. You could see his cheeks flair up into the pretties shade of pink you’ve ever seen.

“Yea….” He was so close he just needed to close the gap! This was it, this was the moment. He just needs to lean in and….

“Here let’s try a few together now.” He moved your strumming arm to around the front of the guitar.

You were screaming at him him your head! The opportunity to kiss you was right there! Why didn’t he make a move?! Better yet why didn’t you? You cursed yourself for not being the one to lean in.

As you shake yourself out of your thoughts you feel his large hands move yours so you played a few notes in a row.

“Very good sunshine” he smirked. Those butterflies were back fluttering in your stomach.

You leaned back into Eddie’s chest with a hum. You felt his whole body on your back. His broad shoulders, his chest, his soft tummy and his hard crotch…

Your eyes blew wide open at the realization that Eddie was hard.

Eddie jerked back “I ugh, excuse me I just uh need to use the bathroom.” He mumbled before jumping off the bed like a bat out of hell.

You couldn’t believe it! So he was attracted to you…more than attracted at what you had felt. So why on earth did he run away?!

It has been a few minutes since Eddie left the bedroom and he still wasn’t back. Was he jerking off? It was he just waiting for it to go down?

You assumed it was the latter because in the middle of your internal monologue he walked back in.

“Sorry bout that, where were we?” He rounded the corner

“I think right about here” you hooked your thumbs under the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled up your shirt, bra included and flashed your bare chest.

You didn’t think Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes couldn’t get any bugged but the sure did.

“Sweetheart, what uh-”

“Come on Eddie, don’t be shy” God he was so nervous it was adorable.

“Princess I-uh? you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. You can touch them if you want.” You bite your lip.

Eddie doesn’t waist a second and rushed back towards the bed.

“Holy shit” he whispered to himself while cupping a breast in each hand. Eyes never leaving your chest.

You can only giggle at his reaction. He looked up to see the smile that broke on your face and couldn’t resist but to kiss you.

The moment his lips met yours it was like everything finally fell into place.

“Fuck you haven no idea what you do to me” Eddie gently pushed you down so you were on your back and inserted himself between your legs. he helped you take off your top and bra.

As his hand’s massaged your breasts you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

“Ya baby?” He ground his hips into your clothed centre.

“I want you Eddie.” You moaned

“Is that right?” Eddie asked cocking his head to look down at you.

You nod your head frivolously.

“You so desperate for this cock that you had to expose yourself to me like a little slut, is that it?” he growled in your ear.

This was not what you were expecting Eddie to be like in bed… well actually it was, before you’d met him. The rockstar version you’d seen on the bar stage 6 months ago. You’d expected him to be like this, but not your Eddie you know now. You imagined the Eddie you know now to be soft and gentle.

“Shit” you sigh as he bit down on the side of your neck.

“Mmmm you like that don’t you? You like being a whore for me?” Eddie slid down to latch his mouth on your nipple before flipping the two of you over.

“You want me so bad? Prove it.” he started unbuttoning his pants.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him when his cock was released from the confines of his underwear.

Eddie was big. You knew that when you felt his cock pressed against your lower back. But feeling it was much different than seeing it.

“Com’on babydoll” Eddie stroked your hair as you lowered your head to the tip of his cock. He let out a grunt when you gave it a chaste kiss.

“Don’t be a tease” he chuckled.

You engulfed him entirely running your lips to the base, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You dragged your head back up to the tip then fully down again.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well” he gripped your hair

You pop him out of your mouth and stroked his length with your hand.

“You like that Eddie? You like me being your dirty whore?” You say as you pump him in your hand.

“Fuck baby you’re filthy” he breaths.

You crawl up to kiss him as your hand still works him. His lips are so soft, and so gentle compared to the words that have been coming out of his mouth.

“Gotta fuck you.” He pulls away and pushes you back on your back and in one swift motion, Eddie pulls down your pants and underwear. “She’s already ready for me” he leaned down and licked you from your glistening hole to your clit in one agonizingly slow swipe.

“Mmmmph Eddie please” you ground your hips up for any sense of relief.

“Patients darlin’ ” he smirked before sucking on your clit.

“No, I’ve waited long enough, fuck me now.” You demanded.

“Yes ma’am” he didn’t even hesitate. His cock plunged into you. You let out a moan of pleasure as he stretched you out.

“Fuck you’re so big” you praise as he pulled almost all the way out

“You can take it” he slammed his hips back into you.

Eddie was relentless, he abused you cunt with no second thought to it.

“Fuckin should had this pussy weeks ago” he gritted through his teeth.

“You could have if you weren’t so-FUCK ME!”you cried.

Eddie didn’t let up, the way he was pounding your pussy was like heaven in earth. He slid his hand between your two bodies to massage your clit. It took him no time to find.

“Uuuuhhhhhnn” You called out in pleasure.

“What was that baby? I could have had you weeks ago? I bet I could have you little slut but I was waiting for the perfect moment” Eddie panted.

“Yes yes yes yes” you chanted. Yes to him and yes to the feeling of him hitting your g spot with each trust. Your orgasms was building and building.

“You gunna cum on this cock? Hmmm” he mocked.

“Fuck yes! Please I wanna cum so bad. Please. Fuck me Eddie, fuck me so good” you cried.

“Come for me baby girl” he cooed, still massaging your clit.

“Eddie!” You called as your orgasm took over your whole body. Waves of euphoria pluses through you.

“Good girl” Eddie praised and you shook below him. You cunt tightening around his cock was enough to throw him over the edge, cum spilling into you. Eddie rolled off you and layes down beside you.

A few moments of silence passed before you spoke up.

“So didn’t you know I was flirting with you this whole time or?” You looked over at him

“Pffft of course I did” he looked up at the ceiling.

You raised a brow at him. Even if he couldn’t see you Eddie could feel your eyes burning into him.

“Sure you did” you scoff with a laugh.

“Don’t make me come back over there” he threatened.

“Ooooo I’m so scared” you roll over and laugh into his cheek.

“Get over here” he pinned you down to the mattress.

Safe to say he definitely showed you two more times that night.



[yanderefarm]

Emil and Nephite me underrated loves

How do you think they’d both react to like extreme dirty talk outside of the bedroom? Like whispering filthy things into their ears when they’re supposed to be doing something (ie, Emil attending to kingly duties and Nephite helping at the church)

Also can I be 🐙 anon?

cw;; public sex, dirty talk, religion, omegaverse

this is so funny I've talked to you several times already now but i hadn't done this request yet. the same is true for mousey.

"you look so good tonight."

you allow emil to lead your body through the dance, your attention far more focused on the way his cravat made his chest pop. he can clearly tell you're distracted but he just smirks instead of commenting on your lingering eye.

"i appreciate that. you look exquisite yourself."

he turns you both as the other couples do so, the dance is light and relatively easy. your hand takes the opportunity to grip his muscles firmly, earning a choked breath from your husband.

"oh oops. is that where i grabbed you last night?"

his smile widened devilishly, a smile that made normal people tremble.

"yes, i believe so."

"what were we doing again..."

you heard his breath hitch.

"riiiight~" you squeezed the bruise again. "i was fucking you stupid."

"... dear."

he says it like a warning but you know it's empty.

"you looked so pretty and slutty with drool and cum dripping down your stupid face."

"(y/n)."

"your outfit would look even better stained in my cum too wouldn't it?"

his ears were burning and his golden hair fell further into his eyes like it was naturally trying to hide his embarrassment.

"can't wait til this stupid party is over... you're gonna gag on my cock like you love."

"please."

his dancing slowed as it became harder to move.

"please?"

".... i need you."

"we're at a party."

"i don't care."

you smiled and leaned your head against his chest. "I'll be nice and fuck your face after this dance. dirty slut."

that song seemed to last forever.

———

god, this cult event is so boring. nephite, your beautiful wife, is completely enraptured by the elder's words. and of course he had to pick the seats at the front so you had no hope of sneaking out. you let out another sigh, the third in as many minutes, before laying your head on your wife's shoulder.

"honey... I'm trying to pay attention."

he whispered like a scolding parent. you leaned your head the other way a pout on your lips. you heard the elder say something like "you need to let him come inside."

"that's what she said." you whispered to your wife with a little smile.

"what she said?? honey, im trying to listen."

he brushed you off again but instead of getting dejected you decided to tease him. make him regret picking the front row seats.

"y'know... like she wants him to cum inside~"

you watched your wife's cheeks burn a bright pink but he folded his lips pressing them tight against his teeth. oh he was gonna try to ignore you.

"y'know like last night... you begged for me to cum inside~"

your hand traveled from behind his back to brush across his thigh. you could see him jump his blush spreading further.

"you like it when he cums inside huh? filthy boy~"

"stop-"

he squeaked loud enough to draw some eyes to you two but you quickly pulled away from him and acted like you weren't even near him. luckily the deaf old man on the stage didn't notice. once the eyes wandered back to being bored you closed in around your wife again.

"don't be noisy... you want them to know you're being a perv in this sacred place?"

"y-you-! you're-you're the one being a p-perv!"

people looked at him again this time you pulled him closer to your chest and gave them a look to say you were sorry he was being noisy.

"c'mon, honey. be quiet or i won't cum inside when we're done."

you watched the dichotomy between his face looking at you incredulously and his thighs rubbing together.

"we could leave early... we could go to the bathroom. wanna sit here with my cum trailing down your thighs? your neck all marked and messy... your poor c-"

"please. please. (y/n), please."

you could see tears forming in his eyes as his face was completely red.

"please what?"

"wanna go home."

you smiled, proud of yourself.

[teddybeartoji]

let me tell u this idea i have of going to the club with bestie!roomie!toji

you're all comfy in his lap, back against his broad chest, in a private booth (thank you shiu) while the others in the group are busy drinking or on the dance floor. but you are more than content with just staying with toji. the way his hand strokes up and down your back, occasionally, going over your hip and playfully squeezing your ass as he feigns innocence !!

trying to get him back by teasing him, pouting as you tell him that you want his opinion on this new outfit you bought bc you don't know if the color fits you. and he does NOT expect to see you open a picture of you posing in the mirror in cute pink lingerie that hugs you in all the right places. “i like this one, the pink set was so pretty, but i dunno if i like it on me,” you hum

toji is losing his fucking MIND right now, his arms gripping you tighter as he lets out a heavy sigh at the view. he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before you're swiping to the left and you grow a little shy, giving a fake little 'woops'

instead of a picture, it’s a fucking video. a video of you fucking yourself with a toy playing on the screen angled so only he could see!! the volume is low so only you both can hear it and toji can HEAR the wet gushing of your pussy, creaming around the toy as you moaned and begged oh so cutely. “aww...toji, I couldn’t even get the toy all the way in,” you whine. “only got it halfway…”

its taking everything in him not to just fuck you right now, to show you he'd make sure you'd be able to get cock in you all the way. "kook at my best girl, so fuckin' desperate and needy," he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the video. "tsk, tsk, tsk...poor think, y'should be filled up properly, hm? stretched on my cock til you're taking all of it...i'd make sure ya cream for real, baby doll."

“i wanted t’ send this to you, wanted you t’ see it and tell you t’ come help me get it in me,” you pouted, leaning into him. "plus, when it feels too good i can't help but run away from it, and it makes it sooo hard t' cum, tojiiiii....you wouldn' let me run from it, right, big guy?"

the way you look at him over your shoulder with those pretty eyes that just scream mischief..."mmn, you should've. i would've come over right away. make sure we get some cock into ya like y'need it. stretch you out niiiiice and good, get m'cock into that tight, pretty pussy of yours...like the good best friend i am," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

yeah im insane !!!!

LUNARRRR WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU I WANT YOU SO BAD WHEN I TELL YOU THAT MY EYES POPPED OUT OF MY HEAD I MEAN THAT I HAD TO FUCKING LOOK FOR THEM IN THE DARK BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING ELSE RAAAAHHHHHHH

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT LUNAR I NEED TO MAKEOUT WITH YOU ASAP. FIRST OF ALL THE LINGERIE??????????????????? GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S SOOFUCKING PRETTY TOJI IS A STRONG STRONG MAN FOR NOT FOLDING IMMEDIATELY BC WTF. OMFG AND I LOOOOOVE THE TOUCHING FUCK IT'S SO HOT LIKE YEAH I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP AND I WANT HIM TO SQUEEZE MY ASSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHSTOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW

WHEN HE RESTS HIS HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER????????????????????????????????????????? I DIED. I DIED I DIED I DIED. THE CLOSENESS IS DRIVING ME INSANE ACTUALLY LUNAR I REALLY DO NEED TO BITE YOU OR SOMETHING YOU'RE SO SEXY AND THEN A KISS ON THE CHEEEEEEK????????? GODDD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIERRRRR I WANT TO SUCK HIM RIGHT THEREEEEEEEE BALLS AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW HE'S GETTING BRICKED BC YOU CAN JUST FEEL IT POKING AT YOU FROM BEHIND FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKMMM

he calls the cab bc he wants to help his bestie out:(((( but then he's getting soooooooo handsy in the cab already bc how could he not:((( the video keeps replaying in his head and you just keep staring at him with these mischievous eyes and he kinda just wants to eat you yk

his fingers keep kneading your thighs as you play with the hair on his nape andmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he's so hard it fucking hurtss. and when you're finally at your place he doesn't even let you properly open the fucking door bc he just needs his lips on you whewww he's such a good friend:(((((((((((((((((((((((((( he's gonna teach you how to take it and he's not gonna let you run away:((((((((((((((((((((he's so perfect lunar i need him so fucking bad i just drooled on my shirt what the actual fuck

[f1crecs]

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Daniel/Max

nsfw: I struck a match and blew your mind by @33max | Not Rated | 4.1k

Max is a getaway driver and starts to work with Daniel on jobs. I loved the pacing of this fic. There's so much detail and progress within this and the author really did a great job of picking which parts to highlight for the plot progression. I loved Max's commitment to Daniel.

“I am, I promise. I think it’s just a broken rib or two.” Daniel says, and his hand comes up to squeeze Max’s shoulder from the backseat. There is blood on his knuckles. “C’mon Maxy, be a good boy and get us out of here.” So Max does. He gets them out of there, but he feels sick. Not because they almost got caught, but because he knows that if Daniel really had needed to go to the hospital he would not have been able to leave him there. He would have let them both get caught over leaving Daniel alone and hurt on a hospital doorstep.

nsfw: strangers by bloodmoonforme | E | 37.9k

Daniel, a detective, is on a not-quite-dead-end murder case when they bring in Max from out of state to help him solve it. They have history and havent seen each other in four years. I loved the tone in this so much. The author has a very coherent narrative that build just right, its really intriguing. I also love how the reader almost solves the case too. Not only the murder case, but the /what happened to Max and Daniel/ case that gets revealed throughout. Its a truly well written fic with a lot of action and feelings!

He gets up, his stomach feeling heavier and colder by the second. There's something creeping all the way from his fingers, up his arms and to his belly, a prickly sick thing. Then he looks towards the center of the room, marked by a well-worn rug. Daniel stands there, alone in Esther’s bedroom, standing in the half-light. He's there, and suddenly he’s not.

nsfw: Bite Down and Taste Red by @mysticalbreadcollective | E | 46.5k

Max works in a bar, and Daniel is the Mafia Boss who keeps buying drinks. This story is absolutely captivating - from beginning to end, it is so beautifully written and paced, with just enough angst to make things truly delicious. Daniel is so much fun here - hot and charismatic and so very head over heels for his bartender!

He finds out that Max speaks several languages, and he’s from a place called Hasselt, which means absolutely nothing to Daniel. He’d looked it up later, on the map on his phone, squinting at it. Compared with the US, its miniscule. He can’t imagine Max being born in a place so small. When Max is so – much.

Carlos/Lando & Daniel/Max

i'll race you for pinks by @chubbydinosaur | M | 30k

Lando is brought on to a heist by professional criminal, Carlos. Sparks fly. This story is such a fun ride - as always, this author perfectly balances humour, emotion, and high stakes action, and it makes for a thrilling read. Lando is so disarmingly charming in this - I adored him!

Daniel/Lando

til the bone crush by @clementiaes | T | 19k

Pacific Rim is perfect for Formula 1 AUs, and this is one of my favourite examples. Daniel and Lando are paired as Jaeger pilots. Both are coming off of other drift partners with baggage - Daniel from Max after Max’s career ending injury, and Lando from something that could have been a relationship with Carlos, had Lando’s insecurities not buried it before it started. Lando is prickly, closed-off and miserable at the start of this story, convinced he is unlovable. This story is about him gently and gradually being opened up to the realisation that people love him, and that he deserves to be loved.

The point is, no one is getting tired of you any time soon,” Daniel says. “Seriously, who even told you that?” Lando looks down at his hands, picking at a hangnail. “No one. I just — I know I’m not easy to get along with.” Daniel frowns. “You deserve to be happy,” he says, finally. “You know that, right?” Lando looks down at his knees. “Look at me, Lando,” Daniel says, but Lando doesn’t. His shoulders are starting to creep back up near his ears again. Daniel’s moving before he quite knows what he’s doing. He gets one hand on Lando’s shoulder and one on his chin, turning his face so that he’ll look at him. Lando sucks in a sharp breath, eyes wide, but to Daniel’s surprise, he doesn’t pull away. “I don’t know how you got it into your head that you’re like, unlovable, or something, but it’s not true,” Daniel says. “Really. You think you can believe that for me?”

Charles/Sebastian

He Is All, And He Is More by @effervescentdragon | M | 15k

In this AU of The Old Guard, Sebastian and Charles are immortals that meet on the battlefield during the Crusades. They kill one another over and over, until they reach a tentative understanding. Their relationship deepens over the centuries. It can be difficult to write characters as ancient and make them feel ancient, and Akira really does. I love the tentative way they negotiate one another, and the understanding they gradually come to. Battlefield enemies to lovers is quite the relationship arc.

"And if we only met a thousand of years from now, you would still be wearing red.” “Why?” Sebastian shrugs, a grin evident in the dark. “Your red string dictates it. Fate, or something. Destiny. Red suits you. You look good in red.” Charles bites his tongue. “So do you.”

Lewis/Nico/Sebastian

on golden sands by sionisjaune | T | 6.2k

Lewis Hamilton is planning the heist of the century and he wants Sebastian Vettel on his team. The target - Baron Nico Rosbergs car collection. Sounds simple on paper but reality never is. Oceans Eleven heist!au. Who doesnt love a good heist!au? This author writes some of my favourite sebcedes, the characterisations are spot on and the vibes are at turns wholesome and rancid. Perfection in a fic!

Rosberg greets Seb at the gate, behind the windshield of a pale blue Bentley. The paint job sparkles in the golden sunlight, and the hood ornament gleams chrome. The gates roll open at his whim with an ear-splitting, metallic sound. Rosberg beckons animatedly from behind the wheel, and Seb gets the message that he should leave his car and join Rosberg in the Bentley for the ride up to the house. […] Before Seb can slide into the passenger's side of the Bentley, Rosberg has to shoo a pudgy English bulldog into the backseat. It clambers, ungainly, over the console and waddles into the back, collapsing in a happy, wrinkly lump on the leather seats. “Who’s this?” Seb asks, watching long strings of drool ooze from the dog’s flabby mouth onto the pristine interior of Rosberg’s classic Bentley. Seb once saw an R-type Bentley much like this one go for two and a half million at auction. “This is Roscoe,” says Rosberg, long-sufferingly. “The result of an unfortunate affair.”

Charles/Pierre

Hic Svnt Leones by @cerona10 | M | 32.6k

Charles is different to how Pierre remembers him. The world-building in this fic is second to none - it’s absolutely stunning! The world feels so full and alive, and it’s easy to get completely sucked in. The way they build in exposition is so clever and natural feeling, and the action is exhilirating and fun to read. Perfect!

His shadow isn’t his own, not anymore. It shakes and shimmers, fighting against its own shape. His shadow’s head twists and breaks before mending itself into that of a horse, neighing and trashing, a single horn jutting out from its forehead. Its jaw unhinges and it begins breathing heavily, drool escaping its mouth like a waterfall.

Fernando/Lance

nsfw: Venus Flytrap by @pitconfirm | E | 25.7k (wip)

Professional criminal Fernando Alonso is recruited for a job. His mission: seduce Lance Stroll. This fic is RED HOT. From the very first few sentences, Fernando exudes this confidence that is so much fun to read. Contrasted with Lance - pouty, privileged, and surprisingly vulnerable - the dynamics are gorgeous. This author is so fantastic at dialogue and pacing, and this fic flows so beautifully. I can't wait to read more!

Once they reach the games room, it’s easy to spot him among the crowd. For the past few days, Fernando has been memorising every freckle on Lance’s skin. He could recognise him from just the curl of hair on his tender nape, but the most striking thing about Lance is his demeanour—elbows rested on the roulette table while he boredly holds his head in his hands, huffing in disappointment when he loses again. His carelessness stands out starkly against the opulent golden trims and old paintings covering every wall. A boy like Lance doesn’t belong in a place like this, but money talks.

nsfw: green light, red wine (and i don't feel fine) by @vicsy | E | 18.8k (wip)

Fernando is the Mafia boss who owns the club that Lance Stroll - son of his biggest rival - wanders into. This story is SO HOT. The tension between them is palpable, and they bounce off each other so well. You get the feeling that both of them are underestimating each other, and it makes for so much delicious tension. Amazing!

There aren’t many opportunities Fernando deliberately missed in his life. He wouldn’t be on top if he did. Right next to him, clad in a tight white t-shirt, sits an opportunity for a power move, the one Fernando would take all the way.

[kinardsevan]

wip thursday

nobody tagged me. i'm just sharing from the next chapter of Never Til Now (mostly bc this idea came to me and I kinda need it to be canon).

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“Hey,” Maddie murmurs, grabbing Evan’s elbow. “I have something else for you.” He furrows his brow at her, confused. Ellie stirs in the sling and he glances down, pulling the fabric back slightly, but she’s still fast asleep. He glances back up at Maddie, and then toward the bag in her hand. 

“Maddie, really, you’ve done more than enough,” he insists, trying to lift his hands to stop her. 

“I didn’t buy this,” she tells him, grabbing his hands and pushing them down. “Now come with me.” 

Evan sighs, but lets her pull him through the kitchen to the hallway and into the nursery. Once they’re in the room, she places the gift bag on the changing table and then gestures toward it. Evan stares at her for a moment with a raised eyebrow and slight smirk before he reaches into the bag and pulls out the tissue paper on top. After he sets it aside, he reaches back into the bag and furrows his brow further as he comes into contact with soft fabric. He grasps it and pulls it out. 

It’s old, clearly worn and used, not as bright a blue as it once was. He turns the fabric over in his hands and gulps as his gaze catches on the detailing. Along the corner of it, his name is embroidered. 

He looks up at her with his brow tightly furrowed, his eyes glassy. “H-how?” 

Maddie smiles up at him, although there are tears in her eyes as well. “I mean you know how it was. I think you were three when you stopped being attached to this one, and I kind-of just never let it go. When I left for Boston, I took it with me, I guess as my own security blanket. When I missed you, I’d take it out and smell it.” She laughs a little, wiping at the tears as they fall.

“Mom didn’t tell you to throw it away,” he mutters in a question. He’s still no fool when it comes to the way that his parents have treated his upbringing. 

Maddie looks up at him, pressing her lips together. “I never would’ve either way. Anyway, when things started getting rough, I put it in a safety deposit box so nothing could happen to it. I went back for it when I got all my documents and run money together. But selfishly, I wasn’t really planning on giving it back.”

Evan smiles at her, blinking away his own tears. Maddie reaches out for the blanket, grabbing it gently. He lets her take it. 

“I had something more added to it,” she tells him. 

Tommy pops around the corner then, looking between the two of them and then spotting the swell of Ellie inside the sling. 

“Everything okay in here,” he asks. 

“Everything’s fine,” Evan tells him. Maddie reaches a hand out toward him, grabbing his wrist. 

“Come in. You should see this too.” 

Tommy raises a curious eyebrow and steps around the doorway, into the nursery. Maddie lets go of his arm as he glances down at the blanket, clearly realizing what it is. 

Maddie unfolds the muslin carefully, passing Evan a corner, and then another to Tommy before grabbing the final two in her own hands and holding it out. They both tilt their heads, taking in the entire blanket. 

Each corner is embroidered, although Evan’s is the only one that has older thread filled in with new where it had it frayed over the years. 

Evan Phillip Thomas James Eliza River Buckley Kinard

Tommy clears his throat, his face contorted by the wave of emotion brought on by the gesture. The glances up at Maddie with an expression similar to Evan’s. 

“Maddie, this is-…” He pauses and shakes his head. Maddie squeezes his arm again and he nods, quickly reaching up to wipe at tears coming down his face. 

“I just thought- I mean, I know neither of you have any keepsakes,” she explains. “And I wanted to help with that.” 

[cas-skz]

Hey there! Can I request for a San and Seonghwa fic with daddy kink, fingering, double penetration, mirror sex, lots of dirty talk Basically San and Seonghwa just fucking f!reader dumb;;

IM SORry this took so long. I hope it makes you dululu 🫶

[non-idol AU - Established relationship]

18+!! MDNI!!!

San’s hand gripped your neck from behind, his muscles practically popping out of his shirt as he kissed your jaw and cheek. You held the cold sink to stay balance, eyes focused on San as he worked his free hand under your skirt. “You couldn’t even wait til we got home?” San breathed in your ear, his fingers starting to rub your bare clit. “Where did your panties go?”

“Daddy ‘Hwa told me not to wear them.” You say innocently, flashing him puppy dog eyes in the mirror.

“Hm, and you always listen to your daddies, don’t you princess?”

“Of course daddy. I’m your good little girl.”

“Yes you are.” San whispered, his hand turning his neck in your direction to roughly kiss your lips.

His fingers worked quickly against your clit, easily sliding with the help of your wetness.

“You’re gonna make me cum daddy.” You moaned into his mouth, your head falling onto his shoulder as your body started to rock in his grasp.

“Do you want to cum for me princess? Or are you saving it for later.”

“Please daddy.” You whined, feeling a trickle of warm liquid running down your leg. “Please daddy, I want to cum for you now.”

“So hurry up and cum, ‘Hwa is waiting for us.”

Your body sunk into his as you peaked, trying your best not to be to loud as pleasure rocked through your body.

“About time, I was debating breaking the door down and joining.” Seonghwa chuckled as you and San emerged from the McDonald’s family bathroom

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait. I’m just so wet and needy,” you pouted, playing with the hem of your skirt. “I’m ready to go home now daddy.”

It didn’t take long after getting in the door for both boys to be all over you. Seonghwa lifted you up and plopped you on the counter. “I have to put the groceries away.” You giggled as Seonghwa sucked on your neck, leaving light purple hickies.

“I got it.” San answered, poking your nose as he walked past.

Seonghwa pulled back a bit, one hand cupping your cheek, “Guess that means Daddy gets to play with you while we wait.” He said with a smirk, his lips crashing into yours into a heavy make out.

His hand slipped between your legs, spreading them apart, “Tell me what you want.” He hummed as his fingers creeped up your leg.

You looked at him with doe eyes, “I want you to make me cum daddy.”

Seonghwa’s middle finger slid easily into your wet entrance, quickly moving it back and forth. He watched as pleasure took over your facial expression.

Your head fell back against the wall as you finally felt the attention you’d been craving. “More, please.” You breathed, moaning loudly as he added another finger inside you.

You felt San’s presence on the counter next to you, another wave of pleasure rolling through you as his hand joined Seonghwa‘s between your legs, rubbing your clit.

San leaned in closer to you, kissing the side of your head and towards your ear. “Daddy needs some attention.”

Your eyes fluttered open as San took your hand and lead you towards his already exposed cock, the tip wet with precum.

Your hand wrapped around, barely able to grasp it as you started to stroke slowly. It was getting hard to focus on one thing at a time and before you knew it, the boys had sent you into another orgasm.

“Oh- fuck..” You gasped, attempting to squeeze your legs closed. Only to have them forced back open by Seonghwa.

“You always look so pretty when you cum.” San whispered in your ear.

“Thank you daddy.”

“Mhm, now be a good girl and suck daddy’s cock, I think someone’s eager to be inside you.” San chuckled, motioning his head towards Seonghwa.

“She’s only kept me waiting since this morning.” Seonghwa glared, a devilish smirk taking over his expression as he stood with his cock in hand.

You pushed yourself off the counter and in between the boys, your back to San as you lowered yourself to reach Seonghwa’s cock.

“It’s cute how worked up you get for me, daddy.” You smirked up at him, taking his length into your mouth for a moment before returning to your feet.

His hand wrapped around your neck almost immediately, his lips roughly crashing into yours as he pushed you back into San’s legs, who’s hands quickly found their way under your shirt.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” Seonghwa hissed against your lips, pressing a final deep kiss before turning you around and leaning you into San.

“Be good, spread your legs for Daddy ‘Hwa.” San smirked, pulling your hair into a pony tail in his hand.

You nodded, following San’s orders and positioning yourself in between his legs, your lower body stretched out, legs spread open and throbbing pussy waiting for Seonghwa.

His cock was buried deep inside you within seconds, thrusting hard with small quick strokes.

You moaned happily as you turned your attention to San, “Daddy Sannie, you’re always such a good boy for me.” You smiled, your body rocking into his as you took his cock into your mouth.

The once quiet kitchen was now filled with the sounds and smell of sex as your bodies slapped together.

Your tongue swirled around the tip of San’s cock before you lazily fell on his thigh, catching your breath as Seonghwa’s thrusts pushed you into another orgasm, “Fuck, that’s it baby girl. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Seonghwa moaned.

You felt your body release, a warm trickle falling down your leg.

San gently pulled your hair to bring your face back up, his thumb brushed slowly across your lip before pulling it down. “Tell him to fill your pussy up.”

You bit your lip and looked back at Seonghwa, “Please.” You moaned, pushing your hips into his, staring into his eyes with desire. “Please fill my pussy up daddy.”

You felt Seonghwa’s cock twitch with excitement as your walls continue to tighten, already begging for another release.

San pulled you up to him, his lips pressing deeply into yours as Seonghwa’s thrusts picked up speed.

“I want your cock too daddy Sannie.” You whined against his lips, “I want you both.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d asked, but Seonghwa always seemed to be over excited about the idea.

“Y/N, I’m — fuck, I’m cumming.” Seonghwa groaned, his hand slapping down on your bum as his hips jolted into yours, his load of warm cum shooting deep inside.

“Mhm, does daddy ‘Hwa like the sound of that?” You purred, wiggling your hips against him.

“Of course, plus it’s my turn to have your pretty little ass.” Seonghwa hummed, slowly pulling his cock from your entrance.

You twirled away from between the boys, taking one of your hands and running it along your pussy. “Someone’s going to have to clean me up.” You smirk, cleaning off your fingers with a few loud sucks before skipping off to the bedroom.

You couldn’t control your breathing as the boys shared turns eating you out, watching using their own method of tongue flicking and licking to make you cum for the 3rd time.

You had barely recovered when San swooped you up into his arms, your body clinging onto his weakly as he and Seonghwa positioned themselves on both sides of you.

Seonghwa’s hands ran slowly along your body, caressing his way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Are you ready for us baby? Do yo mu need anything?” Seonghwa whispered in your ear.

“Just fuck me please. I need my daddies inside me.”

San didn’t hesitate to lower you not his cock, stretching out your swollen and used entrance.

Your nails dug into San’s back as Seonghwa slowly pushed into your second hole, “O-oh yes, thank you daddy.” You moaned, your body feeling stuffed and warm with arousal.

It didn’t take long before your orgasms started rolling back to back, causing you to lose most of your senses.

Seonghwa and San were sucking and kissing at both sides of your neck, their hands were touching you all over, making you tingle even more.

“Please…” you gasped out, your body starting to tremble. San leaned back a bit, lifting your head to look at you, “What’s going on baby? Talk to daddy.” You pressed your forehead into his, breathing heavily, “I want my daddies to cum for me.” “Yea? Where do you want it?” Before you could respond, Seonghwa suddenly pulled out, his raspy moan loud in your ear as you felt his warm cum cover your ass cheek. “Couldn’t hold it, sorry.” He chuckled, placing a few kisses along your shoulder. “I’m gonna start the shower, see you there.” You blew Seonghwa a kiss as San laid you on the bed, your body weakly flopping back as San hovered over you. His demeanour went dark as he lowered himself to you, his finger trailing along your jaw line. “All mine now.” You giggled quietly, watching as he teased your entrance. “All yours and you’re being a tease.”

San smirked down at you as he pushed just the tip in and out of your hole, watching as you pouted each time he refused to push deeper. “Say my name.”

“Sannie,” You giggled,

San furrowed his eyebrows, “Try again.” His voice was low as his continued to edge you on, now using his cock to rub circles on your clit.

Your breathing started to labor as pleasure built, only pushing San to move his leaking red tip even faster.

“Please…” You moaned, your back arching slightly off the bed, “Please fuck me daddy.”

With one slow thrust San bottomed out inside you, pushing you into an orgasm even without moving.

His lips found yours, kissing you softly as sweetly as his lips started to move slowly with yours, gradually picking up speed as your body shook with pleasure beneath him.

Your arms and legs wrapped tightly around San, holding him close as you both edged towards your next peak.

“You’re so perfect baby girl.” San moaned in your ear, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck and jawline.

You tugged his lips back to yours, kissing him roughly as he pulled your legs up, pushing himself deeper inside you.

“Daddy please…” You whined, watching as he focused on his cock penetrating.

Your eyes met with his as your walls started to contract, “Daddy…”

San’s hips started to slam harder as you both reached peak, your body sunk deep into the bed as you felt his warm cum coat your insides.

San’s body rested against yours, his raspy breath hot on your neck as your bodies calmed.

“You’re so amazing.” San whispered, pressing soft kisses onto your skin before pulling you off the bed with him.

You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, weak from all the attention you had just gotten.

San chuckled at you, shaking his head as he swooped you into his arms bridal style.

“Thank you Daddy” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. A soft sigh escaped your lips as your body dipped down into a hot bath, the soft scent of lavender calming you even more. Your eyes fluttered opened as Seonghwa dragged a warm cloth across your body, pressing gently at the small bruises that now covered your neck, breast and shoulders.

“I love you both.” You whispered, slowly drifting to sleep.

[amazingmsme]

The Boo Brothers

AN: Late, I know, but class doesn’t get out til 9. This prompt was really fun to write! Peter & Miguel are really goofy & I just love them. How you enjoy day 10!

Peter B. Parker was a class A goofball. He liked playing games and being silly, but most importantly, he liked making people laugh and have some fun. And he was damn good at it.

Halloween always put him in a bit of a spunky mood, and he felt inspired to cause a little mischief. Maybe the chill in the air put a spring in his step, or the fun and spooky atmosphere reminded him of his love of lighthearted pranks. Whatever it was, he felt the need to pull one over on someone. He was walking down the hall when he passed an open door and saw the usual spider-gang hanging out in the wreck room: perfect.

The idea popped up so suddenly and without any preamble, that it nearly startled Peter. But he shoved his hands into his robe pockets and casually strolled in, going along with it as if he'd had this plan all along. He had a natural commitment to any bit tossed his way the likes of which you have never seen.

That is not to say that the others don't know when he's doing a bit. Quite the contrary. It is rather obvious when Peter begins some long winded ruse, but everyone is too interested in where he's going with it to put an end to it.

He flopped his right hand around in his pocket, wiggling fingers, anything he could to make it look like something was caught in there. Pavitr was the first to take notice, doing a double take when he noticed the frantic movement of his pocket and stared with wide eyes.

"Dude, what's going on with your pocket? Did you catch a squirrel or something?" he asked, drawing the rest of their attention to Peter, and now they all wanted to know what the hell he had in his pocket. Peter played along.

"Heh, no. I wish it were that simple," he said in a serious tone. He schooled his features, lunging a trapped hand at Gwen, who happened to be the closest. She squealed and jumped back as Peter reigned in his arm.

"What the hell Peter?" she asked, cheeks faintly flushed. He did his best to act apologetic.

"I'm sorry, but that's why I came to see you," he said, clutching onto his right wrist with his other hand, forcing it to stay inside the pocket. They all stared at him with confused looks.

"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen asked, arms crossed. Peter rolled his eyes, as if annoyed he had to explain himself.

"Um, look, I'll just cut to the chase. Ghosts and demons and stuff are cool now, right? And you guys are all pretty cool kids, so you're keeping with the trends-" he rambled. Miles furrowed his brows in worry and utter cluelessness, looking to Hobie for any indication of what the actual fuck he was talking about. Hobie arched a brow and shrugged, sporting an amusedly confused smirk. "I guess what I'm trying to ask is, do you guys know anything about possession?"

Gwen scoffed. "You think you're possessed?" she asked skeptically.

“Absolutely! And I’d appreciate it if you took this seriously,” he said, really hamming it up. “I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look!” He “released” his hand from the robe pocket and it made another grab at Gwen, this time being successful. He latched onto her sides and squeezed, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“You liahahar!” she squealed, doubling over as Peter scribbled over her tummy.

“Nu uh!” Peter insisted, continuing the ticklish assault. “See, it happened after MJ got me last night. My hands have been restless ever since,” he lamented, working up Gwen’s sides. “I’m afraid I’m possessed by some kind of tickle monster!”

“You ahahare not!” she denied. Hobie shrugged, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Don’t know mate, seems legit to me,” he teased. Peter smirked himself and turned on the tallest teen, making him stumble back with a yelp. He managed to wrestle his arms above his head, alternating scribbling in each pit.

“I just can’t help who I attack! Sorry Hobie, I really can’t help it!”

“Shuhut it you bahahastard!”

“Hey, I’m just as much a victim in this as you are!”

Miguel stood in the doorway, dumbfounded, and crossed his arms over his chest. He cleared his throat, grabbing their attention.

“Is there a reason you’re torturing them, or are you just bored?” he asked in a neutral tone, arching a brow.

“Peter’s possessed by a tickle monster!” Pavitr supplied. Miguel couldn’t roll his eyes hard enough.

“Is he now?” he asked, seemingly uninterested. “Well I guess I’ll leave you all to it.” He turned to leave and felt a hand around his wrist yank him back. He stumbled a few feet, being caught by Peter from behind.

“Sorry bud, but I can’t help myself right now,” he said sympathetically as Miguel hissed and thrashed in his hold. He tried to fight back the deep laughter that wanted to spill out when Peter started kneading his hips.

“G-go toho hehehell,” he giggled out through clenched teeth. Peter gasped.

“Well that’s rude!” Peter exclaimed, one hand roaming down to squeeze his thighs. Miguel burst into loud belly laughs, shoving weakly at Peter’s hands. He made a show of taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against Miguel’s neck.

A string of curses gave way to helpless cackles and snorts, especially when Peter started nibbling. “Ohohokahay, oho fuhuhuck thahat’s bad! Peter!” Miguel scolded through hysterics, and needless to say everyone in the room was thoroughly amused.

Peter backed off with a smug grin. “You alright?” Miguel stood there, catching his breath and shot a harsh glare at him. He also shot him the bird. If it was even possible, Peter grinned wider.

“What?” Miguel snapped, though it wasn’t as harsh as you’d expect.

“I bit you. You’re possessed now, it’s how it works,” he explained, oh so casually. Miguel scoffed, furrowed his brows, doing anything to try to appear not amused.

“Bullshit.”

“No, it’s true! It had to be how MJ transferred it to me!” he explained frantically.

“You’re really gonna blame your wife?” Miguel quipped. Pavitr barked out a laugh before covering his mouth with his hand.

“You’re missing the point. You’re possessed by the ghost too now,” he said, acting as though it was grave news, but the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at Miguel said otherwise.

“Oh so it’s a ghost now?” he asked, not even bothering to hide his amusement anymore. “Well then, it’s a good thing they aren’t real.” He walked to the doorway, but only made it about halfway.

Miguel suddenly doubled over in pain, a dramatic and very convincing groan emitting from his throat. They all watched on in concern as he jerked upright, arching his back. He unshed his claws with a dramatic motion of his hands. A deep, low chuckle left his lips as he slowly turned towards the group.

“Well well well, it would seem that Miguel is no longer with us,” he said in a threatening tone. He caught Peter’s gaze and flashed a sharp grin, winking. He addressed the rest of them, “But he wanted me to tell you: run.” He really didn’t have to tell them twice.

They scattered like mice, and Peter easily caught Miles in the rush. He was giggling before he even touched him, but the laughter doubled once he dug into his ribs.

Miguel was able to snatch Pavitr by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back and into his clutches. He clawed at his belly and Pav immediately let out a giggly shriek.

They carried on like this for some time, playing this odd game of chase. Every once in a while, Peter would glance at Miguel and see the way he was smiling and actually laughing along with the rest of them.

Maybe Peter should get “possessed” more often.

[baskingsol]

Fuck it, Mask Off

pairing: eventual!OC x Geto Suguru X Gojo Satoru

summary: Yami starts the kids' training, Gojo gets insulted and takes it personally, and the face reveal is finally here!

“Alright kids, grab a weapon,” Yami announces, gesturing to the cart of wooden practice weapons. “We’re not going to send anyone to Shoko today for stab wounds.”

“Don’t want to get on her bad side?” Maki smirks, grabbing a wooden staff.

“Nope.” Yami laughs, twirling wooden tantos as Yuta steps up to grab a wooden katana. “I would prefer to stay in her good graces for as long as possible. Panda and Inumaki, you can just use your fists if you would like. Geto will signal us to start.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki confirms, Panda throwing a thumbs up as well.

“What about us?” Nanako gestures to herself and Mimiko. “We don’t fight physically.”

“I’m going to have you sit this one out,” Yami says, pointing over to the bleachers where Satoru, Suguru, and Megumi sit. “Why don’t you stay over there and watch? The second exercise will be much better for your specialties.”

“Got it teach,” Nanako confirms, Mimiko nodding her head as well as they both move quickly over to squeeze between Satoru and Suguru, much to Satoru’s dismay.

“Alright so for the rest of you,” Yami starts, turning back to the other four students. “We’ll do tag teams of two. Panda and Inumaki then Yuta and Maki, we’re gonna go til someone taps out.”

“Got it,” Maki nods, pushing Yuta towards the edge of the fighting area. “Good luck Panda, you’ll need it!”

“Hey, what does that mean?” Panda yells, “Caviar!” from Inumaki before a whistling noise directs their attention back to the teacher in front of them.

“You two ready?” Yami laughs, twirling her tantos in her hands once more. “Get in position.”

Panda and Inumaki position themselves about ten paces away, stances changing, awaiting the signal from Suguru. “GO!” A sudden surge of speed results in Innumaki being knocked on his back and Panda keeling over at his waist, both taking Yami’s blades straight to the stomach, the bluntness resulting in a punch-like pain. Ducking and rolling back as Panda swipes at her arms, Yami pops back up, branding the blades in a protective stance.

“Fish Flakes!” Inumaki groans, getting back to his feet.

“Block next time,” Panda mutters, earning a dirty look from the boy. Ten more minutes of punches meeting wood and bodies landing on the ground finally ends with Panda raising his hand to tap out.

“You did well,” Yami praises, helping Inumaki back up after ramming him to the ground again. “Lasted longer than I expected.”

“Salmon Roe,” He groans.

“Go just as hard on those two,” Panda mutters, side-eyeing the twins laughing along with Satoru on the bleachers.

“Oh don’t worry,” Yami laughs, waving Maki and Yuta in to take their place. “They’ll get tossed around just as much as you did.”

After a switching of teams, delayed slightly to ensure Inumaki and Panda were only bruised and not seriously hurt, the three now on the field assumed their fighting positions. Maki had great defense, barking commands to Yuta when necessary to avoid being knocked down as much as Inumaki did. After the two both managed to land a consecutive hit on Yami, Yuta raised his hand, panting.

“I think that's all I can do, Yokai-sensi.” Yuta wheezed, Maki rolling her eyes as she panted just as much.

“You two did great,” Yami laughed, patting Yuta on his shoulder. “I'm very impressed with you both getting good hits in.”

“Break time?” Maki asks, eyes drifting over to the now large group hanging all over the bleachers.

“Yep. Grab some water and some snacks. I think Geto packed some for the group,” Yami replies, waving them along as she walks over.

“You deserve a break before we start the second exercise.”

Back at the bleachers, Satoru is already in a heated argument with Panda and Inumaki, Nanako and Mimiko braiding Suguru's hair, and Megumi silently listening along to Satoru's argument while pretending to read a book.

“Yokai, we want your opinion!” Panda chirps as Yami and the two reach the bleachers. “Gojo here is trying to say you went easy on us.”

“Well, you did!” Satoru laughs, leaning back on the metal seat.

“There's no way you'd use your full power against kids for training.”

“He's right, Panda,” Yami says, eyes rolling as Satoru smirks. “I'm not looking to gloat over winning against some kids.”

“Hey now!” Satoru's smirk drops at the small dig, and Panda and Inumaki laugh loudly. “You would use your full power against them if it wouldn't kill them.”

“Why don't you fight her then?” Megumi chimes in, flicking to the next page of his book. “She could go all out and if she did kill you, Shoko would have a good laugh.”

“Be nice Megumi.” Suguru scolds, the twins giggling as Megumi smiles. “Satoru's ego would be very hurt.”

“Now that's an idea,” Satoru replies, bandaged eyes now trained back on Yami. “All-out battle for the kids to watch?”

“You'd love that, wouldn't you?” Yami sneers, almost scolding the man.

“It would be really cool!” Panda says, Inumaki nodding his head along. “You can definitely beat him!”

“It'd be good for him.” Maki also agrees.

“Do you all believe she will beat me?” Satoru exclaims, only to get a resounding yes from the group and a laugh from Suguru. “Even you Suguru?”

“I think it'd be good for you to have a challenge,” Suguru coos. “No one else on your level wants to fight with you.”

“We can do it after the second exercise,” Yami cuts back in, taking control of the already spiraling conversation. “The rest of you have to get through that first before you get to see an actual fight.”

“So you'll go all out?” Satoru smiled.

“Just have Shoko out here on standby and sure.” Yami sighs, fingers rubbing her temples as Panda and Inumaki cheer loudly. “Let's just get through what's next first. Nanako, Mimiko, you're up. Megumi, you want to join?”

“Isn't this student training?” Megumi asks, closing his book. “I don't know if I'm allowed.”

“I asked for Geto to be here to observe and he's not a student,” Yami responds, gesturing to Suguru.

“I'll join them.” Megumi quickly states, getting up to follow the twin girls to the field.

“Don't be too rough on them,” Suguru quietly says. “Shoko's not here yet.”

“Shouldn't be more than bruising at most,” Yami promises, walking out towards the middle of the field.

Approaching Nanako, Mimiko, and Megumi, Yami toses the wooden tantos back onto the training cart and stretches her arms.

“So with you two being more supportive or long-distance specialties, your main objective during fights is to be able to dodge for enough time to survive,” Yami explains to Nanako and Mimiko. “I’m including you, Megumi, with them as your shikigami should be an add-on to your fighting and dodging is also important when controlling them.”

“So this training is learning how to dodge?” Nanako asks, confusion plastered on her face. “Wouldn’t it be best for us to fight each other to learn to dodge attacks?”

“That would be the case if I wanted you to learn how to dodge people,” Yami says, eyes glinting dangerously. “I want you to learn how to dodge curses.”

“Is Geto-sensi letting you use some of his?” Mimiko chimes up, Megumi rolling his neck in anticipation.

“No, she has her own.” Megumi murmurs, Nanako and Mimiko snapping their heads to him.

“Get ready kids.” Yami laughs, putting her hands on her hips. “Your task is to not get grabbed.”

“Grabbed?” Nanako starts, suddenly cutting off as pale hands sprout from the ground, clawing at her legs.

The three students dash away from each other, pale limbs sprout out of the ground aiming to grab feet as hands sprout from black pools in the sky grabbing at heads, torsos, and arms. Within the first minute, all three are caught and held by the pale hands.

“See how it works now?” Yami asks, sitting on a pair of pale hands.

“What the hell is this?” Nanako yells, struggling against the limbs.

A black puddle pours from above Yami, a pale top half of a woman with black liquid-flowing hair crawls out of the puddle to rest right above Yami, mouth split from ear to ear opening in a snarl of sharp teeth as the hair falls split to show multiple eyes.

“This is Kuchisake-onna. My vengeful spirit.” Yami announces, pale arms from the woman picking her up to sit in her arms, the pale ones that were used as a seat disappearing back into the ground. The pale arms that hold the three students drop them back to the ground.

“At least she doesn’t have her blade this time,” Megumi mutters, rubbing his arms where the hands held him.

“This is defensive training, I don’t want to stab you.” Yami laughs. “Ready to go again?”

As soon as she announces the start, arms start appearing again to grab at the students. Looking over to the bleachers, Yami stifles a laugh. Suguru and Satoru share the same goldfish look, eyes wide and mouths agape. Panda and Inumaki look gray, almost like they’re about to vomit. Maki smiles, laughing occasionally when a hand trips one of the three dodging, and Yuta looks intrigued watching Yami and Kuchisake-onna rather than the fight, smiling crookedly as Yami waves. A few more rounds of them evading for longer and longer finally stopping when Mimiko calls for an end.

“You guys were doing better than the first time,” Yami laughs, swinging down to land on the ground below Kuchisake-onna.

“I really hope we don’t go up against something like her,” Nanako huffs, catching her breath. “How would someone survive for a long time against her?”

“If you were to use shikigami, you could use them as a buffer to be caught in her hands rather than you,” Yami explains, pointing at Megumi. “Otherwise, you’d have to cut the hands so they couldn’t grab, but that's a sort of hydra situation until you got out of range.”

“So the best option would be to run unless you have fodder to fill the hands?” Megumi asks.

“The best option would be to run anyways as I’m not allowing her to use her blades which hurt a lot more than her grab.” Yami laughs, waving Panda, Inumaki, Maki, and Yuta onto the field. “I think Shoko would kill me if I got any of you stabbed.”

“Definitely wouldn’t be happy with you making her more work.” Maki laughs, Panda and Inumaki eyeing Kuchisake-onna warily.

“She won’t bite, I promise.” Yami teases, watching the two boys as she waves the group of three back to the stands. “Was she this scary when you two met her, Maki and Yuta?”

“I think she was scarier,” Yuta answered nervously watching Kuchisake-onna’s eyes focus in on him. “She did cut half that curse’s head off in one swipe. Your relationship with her and how you fight together was impressive”

“You’ll be able to do it just as well or better in time,” Yami responds. “She’s a lovely woman, so working together is easy.”

“Mustard leaf,” Inumaki says, looking at Panda.

“I think I’m with Inumaki on this one,” Panda confirms, nervously laughing. “Maybe we just got the wrong first impression.”

“Well, I did keep up my end of tossing the girls around,” Yami laughs, hopping back up into Kuchisake-onna’s lowered arms. “It is your turn though. Same rules as the last group, do your best to evade.”

The round starts with Panda and Inumaki immediately being grabbed and held up in the air, Maki and Yuta doing well to evade the grabbing hands. A pair of arms shoot out of pools right above Yuta, snatching him off the ground, more summoned to hold him in their grip like a spider. Maki continued to dodge and weave, lasting easily double the time the other three did before finally being caught and held to the ground by hands.

“Very good Maki!” Yami praised the girl still squirming under the arms holding her down. “Yuta, very good as well. Panda and Inumaki, let’s try for a little bit longer, okay?”

“You act like your arms aren’t spawning on top of us!” Panda shoots back, a “caviar” in response from Inumaki.

“Keep complaining and I’ll use these arms to squish you into a ball,” Yami threatens, waving her finger in their faces. “You can survive at least a minute, aim for that.”

After releasing the kids gently to the ground, Yami allowed a minute to breathe and then started back up again. After several more rounds with Panda and Inumaki lasting longer and longer each time, finally calls an end to the exercise when they start to get caught just to rest.

“Let’s call it there for the day. You all did very well.” Yami praises, hopping down and walking the group of four back to the bleachers, Kuchisake-onna retreating into her black pool.

“I’m going to be sore for the next week,” Maki groaned, rubbing her shoulders. “Her hands gripped hard.”

“Well, she did have to keep you in her grasp.” Yami laughed, stopping in front of the others on the bleachers.

“That was very impressive,” Suguru says, leaning back on the metal seat. “Does she operate completely separate from you?”

“Mostly. There are some attacks we work together with like yesterday in the school but she can do everything separate from me.” Yami explains easily. “Mainly she’s an extra layer of defense and annoyance for the enemy to focus on.”

“You said she usually uses blades?” Suguru questions. “She was just grabbing during all this.”

“Tantos are her preferred weapon.” Yami gestures over to the wooden ones on the training cart. “She can spawn arms with them to attack with along with grabbing arms.”

“You’re just fighting with a whole other person at that point.” Satoru laughed, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Suguru over here can’t even do that with any of the curses he has.”

“I don’t think Kuchisake-onna would be too happy with that situation.” Yami sighs. “Nothing against you Suguru. She’s just very emotive like I’ve got a whole other person attached to me.”

“No offense taken. I agree that I prefer my curses to be the least humanism as possible.” Suguru smirks, glancing over at Satoru. “I’ve already got Satoru glued to me at all times.”

“And you love it!” Satoru squawks, poking Suguru on the cheek.

“Behave Satoru,” Suguru warns, swatting lightly at his finger. “Or else I’ll let the girls put cornrows in your hair.”

“Have a tender scalp Satoru?” Yami teases, hands on her hips. “Can’t stand some braids?”

“Satoru’s sensitive,” Suguru coos, now trapping the white-haired man close by grabbing his shoulder. “Poor scalp can’t handle being tugged on too much.”

“Shut it you.” Satoru scolds Suguru only to be given a smirk in return.

“I’ll make sure Kuchisake-onna doesn’t grab you by your hair then,” Yami chuckles. “Wouldn’t want you distracted during our fight.”

“As if.” Satoru huffs, escaping Suguru’s grip and standing to get off the bleachers. “A little hair-pulling wouldn’t distract me from beating you.”

Yami shares a look with Suguru, both of them seeing the dusting of pink under Satoru’s bandages and ears. “Yeah uh-huh, sure. Shoko almost here?”

“Just made it,” A woman’s voice says from behind Yami. “You better not kill her Gojo. I can’t always piece people back together.”

“Might be you putting him back together.” Yami laughs, turning to meet Shoko’s gaze.

“That’d be a new one. I’d get to study the destruction he’s done to his organs from his sugar intake.” Shoko snorts.

“Keep your hands off my organs,” Satoru snaps, pointing directly into Shoko’s face.

“I’d prefer no one be in pieces,” Suguru chimes in, stiffing his chuckles. “The kids don’t need to see that.”

“I promise not to cut him to pieces,” Yami raises her hand in mock swearing.

“I probably won’t blast you out of existence,” Satoru mutters, stepping down onto the field. “But let’s get this show on the road. All-out you said?”

“Yep,” Yami agrees. “You comfortable with that?”

“Including Infinity?” Satoru asks, hands in his pockets as they walk to the middle of the field. “I don’t want to feel bad about getting beat so badly.”

“You can have infinity up,” Yami laughs. “In exchange, I want you to answer a question.”

“One question?” Satoru chuckles, stopping and turning to meet Yami’s gaze. “Trying to figure me all out?”

“No no nothing like that,” Yami waves her hand. “Equal exchange for full power.”

“Okay shoot,” Satoru shrugs.

“Am I pretty?”

Satoru’s smile falters, confusion creeping up his face as his body slightly freezes.

“What kind of question is that?” He laughs awkwardly. “Bit forward for someone that just put your name to a face, no?”

“Oh, now the great Gojo Satoru is flustered,” Yami sighs, rolling her eyes. “It’s a yes or no answer.”

“To what end though?” Satoru snaps back. “There has to be some reason to throw such an off-base question out before our fight.”

“I told you, an answer gives you allowance to use infinity.” Yami quickly repeats. “The sooner you answer, the sooner we can start.”

“Fine,” Satoru sighs, brushing his hair back off his bandages. “Yes.”

“Perfect,” Yami sighs, reaching under her braid. Gripping the front of the mask with one hand, she unclips the straps from around her head. Straps falling from around her face, she pulls the mask free from her face sighing in relief. Cut from cheek to cheek, her mouth resembles that of Kuchisake-onna’s, except for human-like teeth and strips of skin and muscle connecting the top and lower of her face.

“Still keeping the same answer?” Yami smiles at the blank look on Satoru’s face as pale arms spawn above and below him, swinging down with tantos and reaching up to grab his legs, as she steps back into a large black rift behind her.

Teleporting around the field, dodging the hands spawning where he moves to, Satoru laughs. “So this is what you’ve been hiding.” As if in response, a snarl cuts in behind him followed by a tearing of fabric. Teleporting away, he shrugs off his jacket, now sporting two large slashes down the middle of the back. Glancing back over to where he just was, there was not a pale arm but instead, the upper half of Yami out of a black hole, giving a little wave with her ulu before disappearing back into the portal. A sudden shake of the ground gives way to multiple arms shooting out where Satoru stands, chasing him back around and around the field.

“Getting a good look?” A sudden voice says, startling Suguru watching the spectacle from the bleachers. Snapping his head to the sound of the voice, he’s welcomed to the view of Yami’s head popping out of a small puddle.

“Jesus that’s freaky.” Suguru laughs. “Shouldn’t you be focused on fighting out there?”

“Nah, Kuchisake hasn’t gotten to chase someone around in a while so this is good for her,” Yami smirks. “He can’t sense me over here either, all the holes will look like I could be in them.”

“You gonna stay in there til he gets frustrated?” Suguru teases. “He won’t be too happy about that.”

“No, no I’m not a coward,” Yami laughs. “Just a few more minutes. I did promise not to cut him up.”

“Too bad his jacket didn’t count.” Shoko chimes in, chuckling.

“Better than trying to piece him back together,” Yami smiles, making eye contact with Satoru on the field. “Oop better get back there, he saw me.”

“Stop hiding in there!” Satoru shouts, dodging another blade swinging at him. “I was promised an all-out fight!”

Yami laughs again before disappearing back into the puddle. The arms grabbing and swinging at Satoru stop, leaving him standing in the middle of an empty field again. A large pool opens above him, a waterfall of black liquid immediately dumping on him. Teleporting away again, liquid falling on him infinity, a tanned figure shoots out of the liquid.

“Concave!”

A sudden prickling feeling shoots all over Satoru’s body, the droplets of liquid turning to needles piercing his infinity, stabbing into his skin, then turning back into liquid, dripping to the ground. Satoru looks up to see Yami standing ten feet away, Kuchisake-onna hanging out of her puddle behind her brandishing tantos in front of her protectively.

“Play time’s over.” Satoru smiles, rushing at Yami.

A clash of limbs and blades meets Satoru as he teleports in front of Yami. Pale arms gripping and slicing in every direction as he dodges, closing in on Yami. A slash cuts his hand, then his face, cutting through his bandages covering his eyes. The wall of limbs is pushed back by Satoru’s extended infinity, many disappearing back into the black pools, leaving just Yami crouched, shielded by Kuchisake-onna’s arms connected to her main torso a few feet away, panting.

“How’d you get through infinity?” Satoru asks quickly.

“Domain amplification. Nulls cursed techniques to let me through,” Yami smiles, breathing heavily. “Fighting with you has been fun.”

“Fun?” Satoru chuckles. “Well, I’m glad this has been all fun and games for you.”

“Don’t pretend this hasn’t been fun for you too,” Yami teases, standing from her position. “You got to see what the mysterious Yokai was all about and kept my promise to show you under the mask. We gave the kids a pretty good show too.”

Small cuts litter the visible skin of her body along with bruised handprints on her stomach and arms. Reaching into a black pool in the air next to her, she pulls her mask out and shakes the excess black fluid off.

“So the portals?” Satoru asks, eyeing the now-closing puddle.

“The space Kuchisake-onna occupies when not present in this world,” Yami explains, the aforementioned curse now sinking back into another large black pool. “Keeps all her limbs and blades inside.”

“Interesting.” Satoru comments. “How are you able to go into that?”

“That’s a trademark secret,” Yami teases. “Knowing you, you’d just keep trying to pull me out or try getting in.”

“But you can stick just parts of yourself out though?” Satoru questions, motioning to walk back together to the bleachers. “You had your head out talking when we were supposed to be fighting.”

“Yeah I can segment parts going in and out,” Yami explains, placing her arm up to mid-forearm inside a black pool in her other palm, the limb spawning out of the bleachers in front of Suguru, giving a little wave. “I can do it while moving so don’t have to stand still to do attacks.”

“Weird,” Sastoru laughed as Suguru poked the hand in front of him, earning a middle finger. “But very useful. Are there downsides to being in them for too long?”

“Yeah there is,” Yami says, pulling her arm back through the portal, dropping the liquid to the ground. “Vomiting is fairly normal, but today only some cuts and bruises. There's a lot of blades and hands in there and Kuchisake holds onto me very tightly.”

“That’s all damage from being in the portal?” Satoru pokes one of the bruising handprints. “She possessive like Rika?”

“Nothing possessive like Rika who gets jealous.” Yami laughs, smacking away his hand. “She’s very maternal and protective.”

“Did she do the …?” Satoru starts, making a slitting gesture to his face as they reach the bleachers.

“Satoru!” Suguru scolds, handing him a pair of dark sunglasses to put on.

Yami glances around, observing the student's reactions to them and seeing her face up close. Nanako and Mimiko look pale. Megumi, Maki, and Yuta all look shocked while Inumaki and Panda have their hands raised.

“Yes?” Yami asks the two boys.

“How wide can you open your mouth?” Panda blurts out, a “Tuna!” from Inumaki.

“Boys!” Suguru scolds as Satoru snorts, Shoko chuckling along as well.

“I would assume fairly wide since the muscles holding them to the normal range aren’t there anymore,” Yami teases. “Would you like to see?”

“Yes!” “Salmon!” The two boys respond.

“Have some self-control you two!” Suguru lectures, a small smile hidden under the mean-teacher lecture soon coming.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t want to see it either,” Satoru giggles, poking the other man in the face.

“Why don’t I heal you first then you can entertain all of whims?” Shoko cuts in, leaning into Yami.

“Yeah that’d be great actually,” Yami smiles, sitting down to be healed. “You already healed Satoru?”

“Yep!” Satoru grins, showing off his previously-cut hand. “That needle attack was a good hit.”

“She didn’t use all her moves,” Megumi adds, watching the bruising on Yami’s arms fade away.

“Did you not go all out?” Satoru snapped, turning immediately to Yami. “Is he right?”

“I did promise not to slice you up so yeah, kinda,” Yami says, sighing as the last of her cuts closes up. “I also did promise Yaga no property damage a while ago.”

“I’m at least grateful you didn’t slice him to bits,” Shoko sighs as Satoru squawks. “Makes less work for me.”

“I could have taken it!” Satoru whines.

“No, you couldn’t.” Megumi counters, Suguru chuckling.

"To make up for holding back on you, how bout I pay for dinner tonight?" Yami laughs. "We can discuss the techniques I withheld. I can pay back Suguru at the same time then for the head scare."

"That sounds great," Suguru says, Satoru quickly nodding in agreement before turning back to Megumi. "I do want to talk more about how all that works."

“I can do that. Do you two still want to see?” Yami asks the two boys watching the stare-down between Satoru and Megumi.

“Yes.”

a/n: Welcome to fighting against Yami! It's a lot more strategic hits than brute force like most of the other special grades. I cut a lot of writing from the fights as it was very repetitive. For reference of what Yami's mouth looks like under the mask is below.

[hey-august]

From the prompt list: #9 and #34 from Buggy

...this came out nothing like I planned originally. I hope you like it, anon!

Prompts: “I want you to say my name like that again.” “I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name.” Warnings: NSFW, NC17, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, virgin!reader, first time sex, slight praise kink, lil bit of fluffy aftercare Word count: ~1k

you lay back in an unfamiliar bed. one that you dreamt of before, when you fantasized about the moment you were finally experiencing for the first time. you’re nervous and excited. and a little scared. but more than anything, you are so fucking horny. 

entranced, you look at the pirate clown kneeling between your spread legs. you meet his gaze before drifting down to watch as he pumps his lubed cock. it looks obscene. delicious. the way it barely fits in his own large grasp, how his balls bounce under the movement, even the smear of precum on his lower stomach. every detail was new and you can’t get enough.

“are you ready?” buggy asks. his lustful expression softens as he looks at you, seeing the anxiety growing in your body. 

“mm-hmm, just go slow”

“slow, i got it. don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you” his crooning voice is soothing. you close your eyes, trying to relax into his voice.

buggy lines up with your body and presses against your tight entrance. one deep breath and the tip pops in. he pauses. your face crinkles in surprise and discomfort. buggy drops down to you, disconnecting from his hips when he feels your body tense against the movement. gentle fingers push the hair from your face as places his lips against yours. you melt into the kiss, allowing the heat to melt your body.

“that’s it, you’re doing so good” his words of encouragement are intoxicating and you want more. you nod against him and press your forehead against his.

“keep going, please” 

buggy can’t help but groan at those delectable words. his hips inch forwards, slow and steady. the pirate keeps your mouth captured, distracting you with the taste of his moans. he breaks the kiss as he trembles once your body accepts his full length.

“ahh, b-buggy” you whine in a high-pitched voice you have never used before. it’s breathless. soft. raw. achey. and so fucking hot.

buggy groans as he pulls his top-half back to reconnect with his hips. that was such a gratifying sound and he needed to see what kind of blissed-out cock-drunk face you make with his name in your mouth.

“i w-want you to say my name like that again” he begins pumping in and out of your body, teasing that sweet sound out of you. 

despite buggy’s restrained pace, you feel the hunger in his body. the desire. and you feel it in yours too. you adjust your legs, easing them apart so he can slide in deeper. and he does, gratefully, leaving you so full that you don’t think you can even take a full breath. your lungs can only hold enough air for your pathetic moans and his name.

“ahh...baby, m’going to fuck you ‘til the only thing you remember is m-my name” buggy pants softly. looking at your unfocused eyes and fluttering lashes, he’s pretty sure it’s already true. you have completely given in to him. to being consumed and fucked by him.

it doesn’t take long before that familiar tightness grows in your core. familiar, but different. sure, you’ve taken care of yourself in the past, but this impending climax is in a different class. your eyes water as you feel the wave grow into a tsunami that threatens to crash at any moment. he feels your body squeezing him, gripping his cock with such intensity that he knows you’re close. reaching forwards, buggy gives you that extra bit of stimulation that tips you over the edge.

your eyes fly wide open as your body jolts from the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm. your body constricts around buggy’s cock, reminding you of how much space he’s occupying inside you. he slows down as the height of your climax subsides, taking cues from the tightness in your face. waves of pleasure and tenderness course through your body, more than you’ve ever experienced before. you try and hold out, but you can’t.

“s’too much” you choke out.

buggy nods and eases himself from your twitching body, enthralled with how you grip his cock as it slides out. fuck, you look amazing. 

“you did so good, baby. so proud” 

he quickly wraps his hand around his cock, a pale comparison to how you enveloped him, but enough to get the job done.

“close- i’m close, where can i c-c-”

“on me”

buggy leans forwards, keeping himself propped off your body with one arm. his hand furiously pumps his swollen cock.

“d-did you like it? t-tell me” he grunts. begs.

“mmmh, mm-hmm, it felt so good, buggy. i-i like coming on you” your voice is shaky from sex and embarrassment from saying things you only imagined or whispered to yourself in solitude.

your quiet confession is another precious sound to buggy’s ears. his cock throbs as it shoots cum across your stomach and torso. it’s hot and heavy. you can’t look away as his large hand finishes milking each drop, the cum trailing down his fingers.

with a deep sigh, buggy collapses next to you. the bed creaks under the movement. he’s out of breath and so are you. the pearl liquid dances on your skin with the rise and fall of your chest. fucking filthy. gorgeous. he can’t take it.

“you’re going to be the death of me,” buggy whispers, closing his eyes and leaning into your body. 

“please don’t die, that was too much fun” you chuckle at your joke. the movement jostles the cooling cum on your body and you wince at the uncomfortable feeling.

buggy rolls his eyes and reaches for the extra towel he set out earlier. he drapes it on you, covering your body and your face.

“sorry, i can’t hear you”

you laugh as he starts sopping up the mess and poking you in the ribs. your body is still recovering and you can’t fight back, but you’re able to pull the towel off your face. once you do, buggy leans in for a kiss. soft, sweet, and comforting.

(prompt list)

[missnind]

And just give me one last look. Darling, the hold you took.

Eddie looked at Steve. He nodded at the nurse as she left and went and sat by the bed.

"Hey, Stevie. How you feeling?"

Steve opened his eyes slowly.

"Like death." He laughed but it came out more of a wheeze.

Eddie smiled softly at him.

"None of that talk here, sailor."

Steve laughed again.

"It's been years, Eds. You ever gonna let it go?"

"Let it go? That uniform is why I married you, Mr Munson."

"Worth the embarrassment then." Steve replied.

Eddie sat looking at his husband. His luscious hair was now a wispy white crown upon his head.

The moles that smattered his skin now had the company of liver spots.

Steve breathed slowly.

"Eddie, what day is it?"

"It's Friday, my love. The kids are coming over to see you today, remember?"

"Oh, yes. I remember. I hope it isn't too much though."

The tiredness in Steve's voice hit Eddie's heart like a gunshot.

He took Steve's frail hand in his own.

"It won't be, darling. I promise. They just wanted to pop on by whilst they were passing."

Steve smiled and closed his eyes.

"I'll just have a rest til then."

Eddie watched Steve sleep. The soft rise and fall of his chest and the rasp of his breathing. He blinked back tears.

"No time for that, Edward." He scolded himself.

He had no idea how long he spent watching Steve but a voice in the hall stirred him from his thoughts.

"Eds? Steve?" The voice called.

"Dad, are uncle Eddie and uncle Steve even here?" Another asked quietly.

"In the living room, Dusty." Eddie called back.

Steve stirred and began to open his eyes.

"Dustin? Is he here?"

"Hey, Steve." A familiar voice said. "I'm here. And Suzie. And Evelyn."

"Hey, uncle Steve." The young teen spoke. "Uncle Eddie." She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Evie, my special girl. Come here." Steve beckoned her to his side.

Evelyn sat carefully in the edge of the bed.

"How's school?" Steve asked.

"Good. Real good. Dad's been helping me with my physics. Auntie Nance is helping with English." She answered.

"Eds, they set up the next gen of Hellfire at her school." Dustin said excitedly.

Eddie laughed.

"About time! Only been playing it her whole life!"

Suzie looked at Eddie and nodded to the next room. Eddie nodded back.

"Stevie," he said, squeezing Steve's hand. "I'm just going to show Suzie the new flowers we planted."

He stood up and made his way to the door, looking back at Evelyn and Dustin laughing and joking with Steve.

"How's he doing, Eddie?" Suzie asked, face laced with concern.

Eddie took a deep breath to calm himself as his eyes started to tear up.

"Good and bad days, y'know? Nurse left about an hour ago. I'm still doing what I can for him but I'm no spring chicken now either." He answered quietly.

"Eddie, if you need anything... please just ask? You know Dusty and I think of you as family. We will help wherever we can."

"I know. I know you will. Listen, I have a letter for each of you. Information about... you know. Just... read them when the time comes, OK?

Suzie's eyes filled and she nodded as he reached out to pull her into a hug.

"Love you, Suzie Q."

"Love you, Eddie."

They shared the moment when Evelyn came into the room.

"Mom, dad says that uncle Steve should rest now. But they're having a talk so I got sent in here. Hey, uncle Eds, did mom tell you that the DM is leaving and they're looking at yours truely to replace them?"

Eddie smiled widely, dimples showing.

"Evie! That's great news! Your dad has a lot of my old campaign notes from my time as DM. You will be absolutely amazing. Evelyn Henderson, you keep being the amazing human you are, OK?"

Evie looked at Eddie and nodded thoughtfully.

"Can we see you again soon?" She asked.

Eddie clocked the look Suzie sent her daughter and stifled a chuckle.

"Hopefully."

They all went back into the living room and Eddie took his place right next to Steve's bed, hands together.

"Well," Dustin began. "We best be making a move. I think the Sinclair's are on their way and we don't want to overcrowd you."

He leant over Steve and kissed his Forehead.

"See you soon, Steve." Dustin's voice caught in his throat.

"Later, Henderson." Steve replied quietly.

As they left, Eddie lifted Steve's hand to his lips.

"You enjoy that, Stevie?"

Steve nodded slowly.

"It was nice. Evie is so like her father."

Eddie laughed in agreement.

"Without the ego though."

Steve laughed. It was a proper laugh, not the raspy ones of late.

"I missed that sound, big boy." Eddie replied.

"Me too." Steve smiled.

"Where are my two favourite idiots at?" A voice called.

Steve relaxed at the sound.

"In the living room, Max." Eddie responded.

A flash of firey red waves entered the room, followed by Lucas and Max.

"Uncle Eddie!" The child called, excitedly.

"June bug!" Eddie replied as the firey mane climbed into his lap.

"Be careful, June!" Lucas admonished as June climbed herself onto the bed.

"Uncle Steeb!" She exclaimed as she wrapped her small frame around his side.

"Hey, Junie." Steve replied as he lifted his arm slowly to hold her.

"I missed you so much!" She said as she pushed the red curls out of her face.

The red curls hid a face full of freckles. The kid had killer dimples and Eddie couldn't help but smile around her. Her energy was contagious.

"Junie, you stay here with uncle Steeb and tell him about the killer park we found on holiday, k?" Max said as she headed into the Kitchen with Lucas and Eddie.

"How long?" She asked, arms folded across her chest. To anyone else, this would seem aggressive. Eddie just saw the scared middleschooler he first met.

Eddie held his hands up in defeat.

"We don't know, Max."

"You should have told us sooner, man." Lucas said, eyes sad.

"I couldn't. Steve didnt-"

"Steve shouldn't get to choose on that. We could have had more time."

"I know. I'm sorry. But Stevie... he wanted you to live your lives. He wanted you to enjoy your time with June bug."

Lucas embraced Eddie and Eddie stifled a sob as the tears threatening to fall overtook him. Lucas held him as he let himself feel for a while. The enormity of the situation.

Max joined in and they huddled sobbing until they heard a little voice from the other room.

"Uncle Eddie! Mom! Uncle Steeb wants a drink!"

"Coming, June Bug!" Eddie call back, wiping his eyes and heading back in.

He poured some water into Steve's cup and helped him drink it.

"Uncle Steeb, I have a cup like that too!" June clapped her hands. "We are twins!"

"Don't let Auntie Robs hear that, Junie." Steve responded. "She might think you've replaced her."

June giggled with glee.

"Junie, we have some errands to run, shall we come see uncle Steeb and uncle Eddie another day?"

June's lower lip wobbled and she clung to Steve.

"I don't wanna go, mommy."

Eddie slid her into his lap gently.

He whispered loudly in her ear.

"June bug, you said you'd fetch the secret ingredients for the potion."

June's eyes grew wide.

"Dad, I need to go to the potion shop!"

Lucas smiled at his daughter and lifted her into his arms.

"Ok, kiddo. Let's go do that then. Say goodbye."

"Bye, uncle Steeb!" She blew a kiss and Steve caught it. "Bye, uncle Eddie!"

"Cya, Junie." Steve said as they left.

He looked at Eddie.

"Eds, I'm tired. Nap?"

"Course, baby." Eddie said as he plumped the pillow and helped Him lie down.

Steve drifted off into a slumber and Eddie messaged Nancy.

/Nance, Steve having a nap. Hold off an hour?/

A reply pinged through.

/Let my dingus get his rest. C U in 1hr. Also, we have Arg, Jon and Mike./

Eddie smiled.

/Cool. 1 hr./

Steve slept peacefully as Eddie watched him.

Memories coming unbidden to him of their many adventures.

The door sounded and he heard Mike call down the hall.

"Eddie?"

"In here." He called back, softly.

Mike entered the room, slowing as he saw Steve still sleeping.

"It's ok, man. He's just... it takes a lot outta him, you know?"

"I have a surprise for you both. He couldn't come with me coz of work but..."

Mike whipped out his tablet and Will's smiling face was on the screen.

"Hey, guys!" Will said from the screen.

"Will! Hold on, let me wake Steve."

He gently roused Steve.

"Stevie, honey, Will is on the line with Mike and wanted to talk to you." Eddie said. He helped Steve sit up.

"Will! How wonderful to see you!" Steve smiled widely.

"I'll just let you two have a catch up whilst I go have a chat with Eddie." Mike said, propping the tablet up on the table.

He left the room with Eddie.

"He looks so... old." Mike blurted out.

Eddie nodded. He was used to Mike's bluntness after all these years.

"We both are, Mike. Stevie just got ill and-"

An arm surprised him by embracing him.

"I'm sorry, man." Mike said quietly.

Eddie just nodded. "Me too."

The door went again and Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy and Robin bustled in.

"He's in there." Eddie gestured. "Talking to Will."

"We'll go see him briefly, man." Jon replied. "Don't wanna..."

Eddie nodded.

"No problem."

As the men went to see Steve, the girls came into the kitchen with arms outreached.

Eddie felt the damn break as he saw Robin's drawn face and Nancy's sad eyes.

The tears came thick and fast and the girls followed suit. They just held each other.

Mike went and joined the men and left Eddie with his best friends.

"Eds, we are so so sorry." Nancy said as she smoothed his hair.

"I can't-" Robin's voice cracked as she tried to explain her feelings. "I'm sorry."

They held onto each other once more.

Jon, Argyle and Mike left the room Steve was in as one.

"My man," Argyle began. His long black hair now a vivid white. "Steve is asking for you."

Jon looked quickly at Eddie and he recognised the tears in his eyes.

"We're gonna go now. I can't... won't..." Jon Fumbled over his words.

Eddie nodded and waved them off as he walked back to his husband.

"Hey, Stevie. Did you want me?" Eddie asked, gently.

"Eds," Steve slurred a little. "Missed you."

"Missed you too, my sunbeam. I was actually about to bring you a surprise!"

"Surprise?" Steve managed to say as the exhaustion settled in again.

"Yup. C'mon in, ladies."

"Dingus?" Robin asked as she slowly moved into the room.

"Robs!" Steve breathed loudly. "You came."

"Course I came, Steve. Where else would I rather be? And I came prepared with this!" She held aloft their fave DVD. "Room for a little one in there?"

"Always" Steve replied as Robin climbed up next to him on the bed.

"Hey, Steve." Nancy greeted him as she pulled a chair up by Eddie's. "Just like the good old days here."

"Without the weed," came Steve's bittersweet reply.

"Ah, bet they got you on some good drugs now though, Steve." Nancy smiled. Robin's hand edged towards hers, seeking reassurance as she snuggled up with Steve.

Eddie got up to pop the film on and they all started to watch it.

Robin and Steve used their Wondertwin powers to communicate - Nancy and Eddie always confused how they did it.

Eddie's mind drifted to their younger years and many a night spent just like this. It seemed only 5 minutes ago. Nancy glanced at him and gave him a reassuring look.

Towards the end of the film, Steve was out for the count and Robin alongside him.

Nancy was half asleep with her head on the bed and Eddie nudged her gently.

"Nance? Nance, take Robs up to the spare room. It'll be more comfortable. Me and Steve will be right here."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Gotta be near him for him meds and he doesn't like me going far lately." Eddie shrugged. "I can't sleep without him after all these years."

Nancy began to wake Robin to move her upstairs.

"I know just what you mean"

Eddie's heart swelled as he saw the love between the two women.

"Sweet dreams, Steve." Robin murmured as she kissed his cheek. "Night, Eds."

She let herself be guided out the room and up the stairs by Nancy.

Steve stirred and opened his eyes.

"Just us, Eds?" He asked quietly.

"Just us, Stevie." He replied.

"Will you come read to me?"

"What do you want me to read, baby?"

"The Hobbit. I love you, Eddie."

"You always did enjoy my Hobbit voices." Eddie chuckled. "I love you too, Stevie."

He grabbed the book and got Steve snuggled with his head on his chest.

"In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort..."

Eddie read on and lost track of time. All that mattered was his love was in his arms and they were together.

Eventually, he came to a stop as exhaustion began to take hold.

"Stevie, I just need to-" He paused and panic seized his heart. "Steve? Baby?"

The body next to him was unresponsive. He shook him. He checked his breath. It was going through the motions.

Steve was gone.

"Oh, baby, no." The tears flowed freely as Eddie held his husband tightly. "Please no. I needed more time. We needed more time."

Eddie sobbed and sobbed. He knew he should alert the girls but he was selfish. He wanted his boy all to himself.

"I hope you know how loved you were, Stevie. By all of us. Til the very end. You will always be mine and I yours."

He cried until he had no tears left to cry.

***

"Let's go see if they're up yet." Nancy suggested as her and Robin descended the stairs. She headed in the kitchen and heard a soul wrenching scream from her wife.

"Robin!" Nancy flew into the living room to where her wife was inconsolable. "Robin, calm. Shhh. Shhh, let me see."

Nancy looked at the bed.

There lay Eddie Munson, Steve wrapped in his arms. There were no movement from either of them. Nancy had seen her share of bodies in her journalism career.

She led Robin into the kitchen and sat her down.

"They're both gone. They can't be." Robin sobbed.

"I guess they couldn't live without each other, Robs." Nancy said, softly. "I need you to stay right here whilst I ring the paramedics, OK?"

"Nancy, they're d... they're de..."

"I know, honey. I know. Shhhh." Nancy held her as she rubbed her back.

She remembered the letter addressed to her on the side. With heartache, she opened it.

As expected, it contained all the arrangements and people to contact upon Steve's death.

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator began.

"We have two deceased elderly males here. One is under the care of the local hospice. The other is his husband. No known health conditions."

"An ambulance is on the way, ma'am."

Nancy took Robin with her outside to wait.

"Fly high, boys." She whispered to the sky with a gentle kiss.

[hookedsworks]

HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 16: Lactation/Cock Worship (kind of) (whatever)

Word count: 571

Masterpost

TW/CW: exactly what it says. I live in a magical world called kinktober where people can lactate without having kids. Get over it.

He had had a terrible, no good, awful, very bad day. All he was thinking about as he stalked through his door was his pretty girl, likely sitting on their couch right now, doomscrolling. He was thinking about her pretty, fat, soft, squishy tits and how they'd recently begun leaking sweet milk due to a medication side effect. He had been crazy about it since she'd discovered it the previous morning. Now, all he wanted was to suck on them til they ran dry, and maybe feel her pretty little palm wrap around his cock. There she was, sitting just as he had envisioned. She sat up and looked at him, a pout on her face. 

“It's getting worse,” she revealed, pulling her blanket down so he could see. She had leaked. Oh, he needed her bad. She was spilling out of her bra, pale skin overflowing the cups. He kicked his pants off immediately and collapsed on top of her. “Bad day?” 

“Really bad,” he mumbled. He rearranged himself so he could pull her bra down and just go after her. She gasped at his forwardness. 

“H-hang on,” 

“No. I need these,” 

“F-fine, just let me at least take my bra off,” he sat up then, groaning. “Don't throw a fit, it'll take just a second,” she admonished. She removed her top and bra then. They bounced when she pulled her bra off. He groaned again, needing her pretty pink nipples right in his mouth. They had pearly milk at the tips and he wanted it all. 

“Does it hurt?” He asked, almost whispering. 

“Yeah, they're really tight and heavy,” she said, lifting one. He could see blue veins popping, pressed against her skin. He couldn't help it. He lunged, wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking hard. Nothing came out, so he sucked harder, trying to pull milk out of her. He repositioned, and then she moaned. He held her breast up with one hand, massaging and pulling at the one he wasn’t sucking on. A thin, sweet stream of milk began and he turned feral about it. Arousal pooled warm and heavy and syrupy in his abdomen. She whined, one hand wrapping around his head and the other snaking down to palm at his cock through his boxers. His thighs automatically spread for her, pushing his cock into her hand. 

“You like that?” She questioned, but it was rhetorical. She met his hand on her other breast, gathered the milk spilling on her fingers and pushed her wet hand into his boxers and around his cock. It was silken heaven, her hand slipping up and down so easy and smooth. He bucked hard, nearly biting down on her. She began teasing him, moving so slow and light he knew he wouldn't finish. He continued pulling milk out of her, sucking and moaning and drinking. It ran out too quickly, and he moved over fast. He attacked, biting down and sucking so hard she got dizzy. Milk burst into his mouth then and he bucked harder into her hand. He could not believe that he was actually able to experience this, to drink from her. He was getting full; she had made so much milk for him. She squeezed hard at the base of his cock then, and he just. Couldn't help himself. He came, pulsing and throbbing and whining as he drank the last of her milk. 

[obeymedweeb]

An innocent MC turns into a not so innocent MC

Mammon x MC

Since the day you got to the devildom, most male demons have always studied you. By that I mean they'd look at your body and and judge it. Most demons tried hitting on you but you couldn't tell.

Till one day you were stopped by a random demon in the hallway and Mammon just so happened to be around the corner.

Demon:" Hey, MC right?"

You look up at him and give him a warm smile

"Yepp, that's meee" "so uh.. I've been watching you lately and wanted to know if you wanted to go out?" He scratched the back of his head looking around. Then Mammon overhears and stops before turning the corner and listens in.

"Ohhh yea me and my friends are gonna be at the back of the school at lunch. We don't mind you joining us, and you'd be a nice friend. " He just got friendzoned. Anyway Mammon was confused but found it funny. He walks out slowly towards you guys and pops up behind you and you tilted your head back til it was against his stomach to look at him "Hi Mammo-" he pulls your hand and he tells the demon "WE gotta go now" "O-oh bye byee" you turn your head to wave at him.

Once inside the house you're walking to your room when he stops you. "Hey MC what was that back there?" You tilt your head confused "The guy asked me to hang out" you smile genuinely. He grabs both your shoulders and pulls you towards his face "MC wth he was tryna hit on ya!" He turn into his demon form and he's angry. "W-what but he was just being friendl-" he pushes you back so your now on the floor and he's on top of you.

"Mammon what are you doing" you have a worried look on your face. "You always act so innocent it's startin' to tick me off." You're heart is racing and you've never felt this way before. His hands slowly reach from your stomach to cup your boobs. "M-mammon stoppp this feels weird. What are you doinggg" you close your eyes and cover your mouth with your hand.

He leans close to your neck and licks it. A moan escapes your mouth and it confuses you. You had heard about this stuff in the human world a lot but you never felt or tried it. He begins to take your shirt off as he continues to lick and kiss your neck.

"MC there's no need to be shy. I'll show you what you've been missing out on." Those words are enough to softly moan his name. With only words and a few kisses you're out of breath. Your heart is pounding and you heat up. You're nipples become erect from his touch. And you feel a strange sensation down there and squeeze your thighs together.

He takes off your bra and plays with your nipples. "I've always wondered what yours looked like." Too embarrassed to say anything you cover your face with your hands. He chuckles and he places his mouth on one nipple and pinches the other. You slightly arch your back at the feeling and let out a moan. You try to look down at him.

You place both your hands softly on his head. He switches nipples. After he's done with that he slowly slides down to your pants and tries to tug them off but your thighs squeeze his head. "MC, open up pleasee." You shake your head aggressively and he doesn't want to force you to do anything So he stops. He helps you put your clothes back on then suddenly.

"What is the meaning of this" you both freeze and look at each other then to where the voice came from. You both see Lucifer and the brothers in the hallway watching you guys.

"Ah shoot I was uh... just helping her get up." You're too embarrassed to look at any of them so you get up and walk out til lucifer grabs you from the waist and lifts you up "LET ME GOOOOO" he puts you over his shoulder and smacks your ass. You let out a gasp and your face is completely red. "You'll be punished MC and Mammon your next."

[typingatlightspeed]

TF2 Fanfic - A Promise

After another in a series of losses, Demoman and Sniper retire to their quarters for a lie-in until dinner, to cuddle and relax.  They get talking, and reflect on their relationship, what their actual anniversary is to them, judicious usage of magic items, how Sniper actually did have lycanthropy for like a week there, and their life together.

Sweet fluff, and a small showcase of the rollercoaster that is Demoman's emotional state at any given moment. Part of Monstrous Intent!

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"You've failed!"

  The slamming of locker doors clanged off of the tile walls and floors, it and the shuffle of feet reverberating through the Builder's League United locker room. The BLU team trundled into the showers, wholly beaten and exhausted. Respawn could do a lot of things, but it couldn't conquer fatigue nor the death or morale.

"What a miserable match," Pyro sighed, turning on the water and yelping, then hopping out of the line of fire to wait for the water to heat up. He ignored Spy snickering as he passed by. "Shit, I always forget it's so cold at first."

"'s what you get for never showerin' after matches," Scout teased, letting the initial blast of cold from his shower head hit him square in the face.

"Surprised you're joinin' us now," Sniper mused. He popped open his shampoo as the water beat down at his hair.

"I don't need to shower," Pyro hummed, reaching a hand out to check the water's temperature, frowning as it slowly began to warm. "But since everyone knows what I look like now, it seems silly not to join everyone."

"Py wants to get in on the victory gangbangs," Scout explained, lathering shampoo into his fur.

Pyro shot him a frown of betrayal, but Sniper couldn't help but whoop a laugh. "Looks like we've gotta step our game up then, with this losin' streak."

"I've got shit timing," Pyro said with a chuckle, finally satisfied enough with the water's heat to step into it.

Sniper cocked an eyebrow at the sight. Pyro couldn't be doused, but he'd seen how he'd burned in cooler colours in Engineer's pool. Here, with the shower's spray pelting him, his flaming flesh prickled with dark and light spots, colour seeming to ebb and flow of its own accord with each droplet's contact as it cooled his skin for a short moment before the heat flooded back. It was strangely lovely, and a smile crossed his lips. Engineer was a lucky bloke.

"Oi, yer watchin' the wrong show," Demoman chided Sniper, slapping his lover's wet back with a soapy hand.

Turning to Demoman, Sniper chuckled, pleased to see his partner facing away from him, looking back over one shoulder to be sure he was being watched. He wiggled his bum at the bushman with a grin, backing toward him until he made contact with Sniper's hip, pushing him just gently enough to not knock him off of his feet on the slippery tiles. Sniper replied by grabbing a handful and giving him an ample squeeze. "Your room after this?"

Demoman hummed his pleasure at the firm grip on his bottom. He flexed a bit in Sniper's hands. "Aye, I'm knackered. I'd like a lie-in with ye til dinner, if ye please."

"Sounds right lovely," Sniper replied, releasing him and following up with a light spank. Fatigue tugged at all of his joints, and the heat of the water only served to lull him further. A nap with Demoman sounded the perfect way to spend the rest of the afternoon.

"It's a date, then," Demoman said with a grin.

  *

  The door swung closed with an unassuming click, Demoman's fatigue too great to even muster a good slam. He wasn't even frustrated with the day's loss anymore, just utterly exhausted. His bed looked like heaven itself. He dumped his dirty laundry in the hamper he kept in the corner and dropped the towel from around his waist, leaving it on the floor. With little more ceremony, he flopped onto the creaky mattress with a sigh.

To call it his bed these days would be a gross misnomer. Hell, to call them just his quarters would be an outright lie at this point. After all, Sniper had also dumped his laundry into the same hamper, set his hat and sunglasses on the small writing desk that beside the door, let his towel fall, and followed suit, sagging onto the bed like a bag of sand, mostly amorphous as he slumped against the bomber's warm body. They'd been sharing quarters basically since their relationship became official, Sniper's quarters used mostly as a place to park the things he didn't need every day and didn't just keep in his ute. Their clothes, their tools, their weapons; those all lived in Demoman's quarters. Their quarters.

Sniper wriggled his way between Demoman's arm and torso, resting his head on the man's chest and draping an arm and a leg over him. He sighed contentedly, holding his lover close with what little energy he had left, letting his eyes drift closed. "Mmm, perfect."

"That ye are," Demoman teased, yanking his eyepatch off and tossing it onto the night stand. He rubbed at his forehead where the strap crossed and let out a long yawn.

A soft laugh rose in Sniper's chest, the assassin pulling his arm back a bit to lay a hand flat upon Demoman's chest and lightly tickle through the sparse curls that dusted it. His skin was always so warm, and the scrawny assassin had been especially glad for it throughout their last assignment at Coldfront. "Thank the gods Truckie got the aircon workin'. That was a bloody nightmare findin' it down when we got 'ere."

"Ye've said it a hundred times and honestly I cannae disagree," Demoman teased. "Dinnae ken what I'd do if it were too hot tae lie here with ye."

"Go bloody mad, likely."

"Absolutely. Have tae be able tae touch ye." Demoman wrapped his arm tightly around Sniper and tugged him closer. "I need ye like I need air."

"Dramatic," Sniper teased, pressing a kiss to Demoman's chest.

"Honest, still."

"Can't say as I disagree. You've got me hooked," Sniper chuckled, his hand petting slow circles on the bomber's chest. His fingers brushed against the cameo of his periapt of hybrid form, the motion making the necklace's chain jingle softly in the quiet room. "Wearin' this to work?"

"Tryin' tae get used tae havin' it on under me clothes," Demoman explained, looking down at the necklace and letting his fingertips dance over the cameo to tease at Sniper's fingers. He covered the assassin's hand with his own and gave it a gentle squeeze, lingering there. "Dinnae want tae forget tae wear it."

"Wearin' it all the time, then?"

"Aye, just in case. This bauble's for fun, sure, but it's also a weapon I can have on-hand no matter what."

"You're still freaked out by the yeti thing."

"Absolutely. When it was the Jersey Devil, I had me stickies. I had Eyelander. I had the best possible chance o' protectin' ye given the situation at hand, and I dinnae regret the fight I put up. A lot more was goin' on there what ended up with us half-dead. But in that cave? Couldnae use explosives or I'd risk bringin' the mountain down on us. Didnae have space for a sword big enough tae make the great bastard think twice. What if we'd accidentally wandered out o' respawn range and didn't ken? What if that yeti'd gotten violent with ye? What if he'd nae wanted tae bargain at all? What if he decided tae just toss me arse off the cliff and keep ye after all?"

"And with the wolf on hand, you'll never be completely disarmed."

"Exactly. Keep at least an hour of time on the necklace at all times, just in case." Demoman squeezed Sniper's hand again, then lifted his hand to Sniper's chin, tilting him up to look him in the eye. "I promise, I'll never let a monster hurt ye again. 'Least, not without a bloody fight."

Sniper smiled at that. "A promise." He shifted up to capture Demoman's lips in a soft kiss, his own hand coming to rest on the wolf-fang necklace that hung from his neck from a leather cord. "Kinda like this," he murmured as they parted. Demoman's eye followed the movement.

"That's a promise?" Demoman smiled in confusion, tilting his head a bit. "What d'ye mean by that?"

Sniper stared for a long moment, then hefted himself over to lay less on his side and more on his belly against Demoman. "Have I never told you?"

That made a bit of concern drift into the bomber's expression, an eyebrow quirking up. "Told me what?"

A soft laugh hissed though Sniper's nose, and immediately dispelled the tension rising in Demoman. "I can't believe—" Sniper shook his head. "It's magic, too. It's a necklace of proof against lycanthropy."

"Proof against lycanthropy?"

"Nah, yeh, I bought it from Merasmus the week after our first shag, since I intended to keep screwin' around with you and all," he chuckled.

"So is that why yer okay with a bit o' bitin'?" Demoman teased. "I'd been wonderin'."

"Yeh, because the bitin' is the real concern with me catchin' it." Sniper snorted a laugh.

That had Demoman tilting his head again, confusion knitting his brow. Before he could voice a question, the fact that there was a question at all made Sniper's gut sink. "You have no idea, do you?"

"Idea about what?" Demoman asked, now worried, lost.

"Tav, lycanthropy can be sexually transmitted."

"It WHAT?! "

"You didn't know that? Any fluid transfer can transmit the curse, like a disease."

"How the bloody hell would I know that? You're the first person I ever even shagged as the wolf, remember?"

"Your parents're werewolves! They didn't tell you?"

Demoman clapped a hand to his forehead, pressing the heel to his eye socket. "Oh, aye, me mum absolutely gave me The Talk But For Werewolves. Definitely something she'd bother with, right after pluckin' me back out o' the orphanage she'd dropped me off at in the first place," he drolled.

"Right, fair enough," Sniper conceded with a sheepish grin. As much as Lady DeGroot had a dirty sense of humour, he couldn't imagine the uptight, traditionalist, lecture-prone mother to be the type to sit her boy down to explain the importance of safe werewolf sex.

"...wait a tic." Demoman scrubbed his hand over his face then let it fall away, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before turning back to Sniper. "You got the necklace after our first shag?"

"Yeh."

"Does that mean— Mickey does that mean I've cursed ye?! " Demoman rolled a bit, pitching onto his side so he could look Sniper face-to-face, grabbing his bicep. "Is that wee fang the only thing keepin' ye human?" His eye flicked down to the necklace between them, then up to his lover, panic beginning to seep into his mind.

He'd cursed him. He'd cursed the one man who had ever loved him, the man who was his entire world. He'd cursed him with the same awful affliction that had turned so much of his life into solitary self-loathing and cagey fear of intimacy. From birth his life had been dominated by the twenty-eight day cycle that forced him to schedule his entire existence around becoming a dangerous, barely-controlled beast, foregoing friendships and romance for fear of discovery, for fear of rejection, for fear of endangering the people he'd cared about. And here, without even knowing, in the throes of animal lust, he had burdened the most important person in his universe with this same curse. On an impulse, letting go of the careful control he'd build up over a lifetime of secrecy and self-denial, he'd cursed this perfect man and ruined his life. Shame boiled in his heart, that his selfish desire would damn Sniper, that his refusal to resist his advances, to think better, to know better, had—

"Tav? Tav, calm down," Sniper soothed, seeing the emotions flooding his lover's face, the spiral beginning to wind up in his head. "You're fine. I'm fine. I'm not cursed." He pet at his lover's jaw, grounding him, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him focus on the narrow blue eyes that looked at him with utter adoration. "I can take the necklace off just fine. It doesn't stop transformations. It protects me from picking up the curse at all. I don't have it."

"But our first time—you got it then? You didn't have—" Demoman's voice wavered, and Sniper could feel the tremble in his jaw that marked the man as holding back tears.

Sniper nodded slowly. "Yeh, but I figured it out pretty quickly, and got it cured."

"There's a cure?"

"If you catch it from someone, and get it handled before the first transformation, it's not permanent and can be removed with a specific potion. Got one from Merasmus. I 'adn't thought about it being sexually transmittable either. I'd thought it was just bites, too. Here I'd thought I'd done enough research. Merasmus took the piss out of me about it, believe me."

"You're not cursed," Demoman fairly whispered. It was more a question than a statement.

"I'm not cursed," Sniper confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"But what if you hadn't realized it so soon? What if—"

Sniper pressed a kiss to his lips, cutting him off. "Doesn't matter. I'm not cursed. I'm fine. I'm whole. I'm human. The only permanent change you've made to me is in here," he soothed, taking Demoman's hand and pressing it against his chest, his heart. The bomber choked back a sob and kissed Sniper again, wrapping his arms tightly around the thinner man and holding him as close as he could. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you," Sniper soothed, petting at Demoman's back as he pressed their foreheads together.

"Yer nae cursed."

"I'm not. And I got the necklace so it wouldn't risk happenin' again. So long as I wear it, it's safe."

"So long as ye wear it? Why'd ye ever want tae take it off?"

Sniper shrugged a shoulder. "I don't, but the option is there. Bit romantic, innit? Lettin' you make me somethin' new, choosin' to be changed by someone you love."

"I dinnae find it such a nice thought," Demoman admitted with a sniff, the tide of his emotions beginning to recede.

Sniper smiled a little. "It's fine. It'd be a right pain in the arse for work anyway. Try schedulin' stakeouts 'round that. Time it wrong and you've got a great big wolfman tryin' to 'old a rifle steady."

Demoman laughed softly at the mental image, grateful for distraction. "Now ye ken why I keep a rotatin' schedule o' jobs."

"I just figured you got bored easy."

"Aye, that too. Good thing ye keep me entertained so well," he teased gently, claiming Sniper in another kiss.

Their lips parted, tongues lazily caressing one another as they tangled their legs together and clung tight to one another. Soft breaths puffed between them, the quiet squeaks of the mattress beneath them the only other sounds in the room. Sniper scratched lightly behind Demoman's ear, drawing a small moan from him, which slowly faded into a soft chuckle. It built into a laugh, and the bomber had to pull out of the kiss to try and stifle his giggles.

"What's so funny?" Sniper asked with a smirk.

"I just cannae help but picture what ye'd look like as a werewolf," Demoman explained through snickers.

"Why? Like some sort of mangy dingo or somethin'?" the assassin teased.

"Nae, nae! With those long, scrawny legs o' yers? Ye ever seen a maned wolf?"

"Those ridiculous fox-lookin' things from South America?"

"Aye! All big ears and long, long legs, ganglin' about! Ye'd be the picture of one!" He whooped a laugh at the thought, nearing a cackle as Sniper pouted in reply, utterly put-out at the comparison.

"'least I'd get a fluffy tail out of the deal, I suppose," Sniper harrumphed, trying to hide his own simmering laughs behind a veneer of false offense. "Bloody good thing I'm stayin' 'uman then."

"Aye, I like yer long legs just as they are," Demoman agreed, petting at Sniper's calf with his foot. He captured him in another kiss, cupping the back of his head and sighing happily as Sniper kissed back, the two of them falling into lazy makeouts, wrapped in one another contentedly.

    Sniper wasn't sure how long it had been since they'd settled back into a lazy snuggle, his head on Demoman's shoulder, face slowly nuzzling at his chest, when a thought occurred to him. "What's the date?" "What, today?"

"Yeh."

"Twenty-sixth of March. Why?"

"It's almost a year since our first shag."

Demoman looked down to Sniper. "Y'serious? Already?"

"Yeh. I'd never forget me first time with a werewolf, 'course."

"O' Course." "It was the second of April." "Our anniversary," Demoman chuckled.

"Honestly? It's how I look at it. We might've started datin' in October, but we've been shaggin' since April. Wasn't too long after that night I fell in love with you, even if I was too bloody stupid to say it."

Demoman wrapped his arm tightly around Sniper and squeezed him, a soft sound somewhere between a whimper and a delighted sigh escaping his throat. "That soon?"

"Sooner than I'd wanted to admit to meself at the time, that's for sure," Sniper chuckled.

"Here I'd thought I was the only one pinin' straight away back then." Demoman mused. "Didn't take long to fall hard for ye."

"I can't believe it took us so long and almost dyin' to say anythin'."

"We're both absolute numpties. Stupid as the day is long."

Sniper barked a laugh at that, "Utterly smitten and too scared to say so. Bloody idiots. I still can't believe it."

"I dinnae ken how we put up with us." Demoman snickered at that, pressing a kiss to his lover's forehead.

Shifting a bit, Sniper half-rolled onto his belly again, looking up at Demoman. "Speakin' of the date, we've got furlough comin' up soon."

"Aye, two weeks as promised. Nae a month, but I'll take what I can get."

"We've not any plans, 'ave we?"

Demoman hummed in thought, "Nae, I dinnae think we do. Should probably plan somethin' then." He mulled it over for a moment, turning things over in his mind. A broad, conspiratorial grin crossed his features, and he looked with excitement to his lover. "What's say we run off together, disappear for two weeks and elope?"

Sniper goggled at the suggestion, "Elope? Get married?!"

"Aye!" Demoman laughed, delighted in the utter flabbergasted look on the assassin's face. "Kiddin', but only half-kiddin'," he clarified, his grin softening a bit. "Sneak off, get married, tell not a soul. I'd be game if ye are."

If he was half-kidding, it meant he was half-serious, and Sniper could barely believe his ears. Demoman was passionate above all else, but this was almost too impulsive even for him! It made his chest flutter in a way a year ago he would have assumed was a heart attack. He couldn't deny the appeal, but his mind piped up to fight his emotions, tamp down the giddy energy building in him. His voice cracked as he replied lamely, "Wouldn't the rings be a dead giveaway?"

"So?"

"What about work? Catch a ring on something when you're working bombs? Could deglove your 'ole finger."

"Sod it, no rings. We'll tattoo 'em on. A wee black band on our ring fingers, a permanent mark of a permanent bond." His smile grew back into a grin. He wasn't even sure whether Sniper's protestations were an earnest effort or not, but if he were honest, he wasn't sure if his efforts to convince were truly earnest either. The idea made his heart race in his chest, regardless of whether they actually acted on it, and in the moment he promised himself that if not now, then someday.

Sniper caught Demoman's hand, threading their fingers together. He rubbed at the bomber's ring finger with his, his stomach considering doing a few flips for good measure. "Tattoos. I do like that."

"See?"

Common sense fought for control once again, "We've only been dating six months."

"Ye said yerself ye look at April as our anniversary."

Got him there. Sniper kissed him, smiling against his lips. "What about our families?"

"Mum was askin' about weddin' bells at Smissmas, two official months in," Demoman recalled with a laugh. "She could tell even then."

"You've not met my parents."

"Well let's fix that then! Fine, we'll nae get married this furlough. We dinnae have tae do it now. It was just an idea. But mark my words, Michael Mundy I intend tae make an honest man out o' ye someday," Demoman teased, letting go of Sniper's hand to wag a finger in his face.

"You'll need more than a wedding to make me honest," Sniper laughed.

"Aye but it's a start! So how about ye take me home tae meet yer parents, then? Get their blessin' and all."

"You're serious? You know how my relationship is with them."

"Ye've said yerself yer ma wants tae pet me sweet little ears."

"I don't think she understands how werewolves work."

"Aye, but the necklace can help with that," Demoman reminded him with a chuckle. "But aye, I want tae meet them. Maybe once yer da lays eyes on me he'll stop criticizin' yer career decisions and settle on yer taste in men to complain about."

"Stop that; you're the best decision I ever made," Sniper chastised with a frown.

"Then if yer da don't like that he can sod off."

Sniper chuckled at that. Fair enough. "Sure," he replied, settling back onto the bomber's shoulder. "I'll call them, make arrangements."

"Lovely."

"Tav?"

"Aye?" "That wasn't a 'no', just so you're aware."

Demoman beamed, taking hold of the rangy assassin and tugging him on top of himself to kiss him silly.

[tekni-kali]

Day 18

11:29p, Tuesday May 16, 2023

And with 30 minutes left of the day, I haven't neglected dumping a thought or two here before today is done. It was a reasonable Tuesday, all things considered. Drove 30 mins north to pick up my prescription refill after going two-weeks without this particular medication. TBH, I thought I could do okay without it, but even after only 2 hours of having taken it I could tell it was making a difference and I felt noticeably better. I s'pose that's why the doc prescribed it. Either way, it's been harder to get it consistently, and the price went up from $35 to $50 this month because why not? It's one of those things where yea, I can do without it but I'd really rather not so I guess I'll keep forkin' over the monies cuz wot other opshins do I have?

I did some chores today! Catbox, dishes and re-organized the junk in the water-closet. I cleaned out my actual closet on Saturday - put winter clothes away and rearranged the under the bed things so they'd be easier to access when I need to again. All of that felt productive but I still feel like I'm on the cusp of a depressive episode because of the work BS that's popped up in the last two weeks. IDK, I'll keep doin' what I'm doin' and hope for the best. Therapy is tomorrow, so I'm sure that will help.

Hollow Knight progression is slowing down. I've decided to bang my head against the 3rd Colosseum of Fools trial til I make them all dead. I have some good runs and am pretty sure I've gotten close a few times, but it ain't horseshoes nor hand grenades so almost doesn't count so I'll keep at it.

I need to do my therapy homework...I probably should've done it tonight but I also should probably go to bed soon and I don't think I'm in the mood to go exploring those cobwebbed corridors tonight. I've got some good tunes rolling also so I'll put it off tomorrow and try to get it done during lunch break or something.

I wanted to do a picture post dump also! So I'll wrap up these words and go get that done. Then maybe squeeze in an attempt or two to kill sum bugs.

Catch ya later!

-11:39p