#i'mma disappear again

[writing-hat]

heyyyyyy everyone how have you been

sorry for being uh. dead on tumblr and ao3 aksgekgdrh I've been pretty busy yknow how life is and all that

and I. may have completely forgotten that tumblr was a thing for. a while. whoops.

sorry not sorry? it happens to me a lot and it will definitely happen again ALHRFLQGSRG

I also did not feel like coming back unless I had written anything which is a very bad thing don't do that people.

But yeah I have a Harumi fic I'll probably publish in a couple of days? If I remember to. But I'll definitely have a lot of stuff the share at the end of summer/start of september

Like, 5 or 4 updates? It'll be bbnb chapter 16, elss chapter 2, bruise vampire ch2, a sora fic I'm still not satisfied with for now even though it's done, and the last one I'm not sure I'll be done with it by then we'll see how it goes!

I don't guarantee that I'm completely back, sorry. Because I just suck at using social medias afesghdglk but I will try in some future thanks for understanding <3

For now I will just answer my asks and stuff, and then I'll disappear off of tumblr once again!

take care people! see you soon!

[thcwidow]

back to work tomorrow (i have to wake up at 3am, ew) so activity will be less than it has been. again. it’s a three-day week though, then i have four days off for new years. but. yeah...

[bratphilia]

note ✩ 🎀°｡‎  no thoughts just teacher student relationship with mikey. my last completely self indulgent fic before i actually get back to answering requests, i promise!! got this idea from this post by @harry1simp

pairing ✩ 🎀°｡‎‎ mike schmidt x reader

cw ✩ 🎀°｡‎‎ professor!mike x student!reader, reader is college aged, age difference, blow jobs, riding, unprotected sex

taglist ✩ 🎀°｡‎ @dilfity@iikyutee@kissingrhi@jen-parker@kathxstuff@papyrus-the-poet@lowballbread@cecelovesbooks@bluebearieally@cybunii@van-van@iamunabletothinkofablogname @1ncidentdropout @ice-echo26@officially-a-simp13@all4kura@el-sol-sale-de-nuevo@littlexstarlightx@samlow23

synopsis ✩ 🎀°｡ you notice your endearing, but bashful, classic literature teacher can't keep his eyes off of you and you decide to do something about it

baby, you might need a seatbelt when i ride it ‎ / ‎ i'mma leave it open like a door, come inside it

strawberry lip gloss (m. schmidt x reader)

you casually stride into your classic lit class, messenger bag swung on your shoulder, wearing tight-fitting leggings and a cropped jacket. it wouldn't be a big deal to you if a shiver didn't shoot up your spine; you felt like you were being watched. it wasn't abnormal for your peers in your classes to cast you glances. instinctively you turn to the podium; it's professor schmidt staring at you.

he's an awkward guy, to be honest, in the sense that he's not very charismatic or expressive. very standoffish, like there's certain things he wants to stray away from. you never really put much thought into it, though, he's very much just someone in the background of your life.

when your eyes meet his face, he's definitely not looking into yours. instead, his eyes are trained on your ass. you stop and clear your throat quietly, grabbing his attention. he immediately flusters and gulps, blinking a couple times to gather his thoughts and snap out of it. internally, you're not disgusted — you're honestly intrigued. brushing all thoughts aside, you take a seat and the lecture starts.

the lecture is about shakespearian works. he talks of hamlet, macbeth, and, interestingly enough (to you, at least), romeo and juliet. he assigns a broad topic essay on picking a play and writing a theme from said play. which is, again, weirdly broad, but you get an idea from the predicament he unintentionally put you in.

somewhere along the way during class, while you're reapplying your lip gloss — strawberry scented with a sheer, light pink tint to it — the two of you make eye contact. you pull the tube away from your glossed lips as he stares at you, and only for the briefest moment, he stops talking. you feel like a spotlight is on you, but everyone else around you disappears, and it's just you and him in that room. then he clears his throat, apologizes, and continues on explaining his expectations for the assignment.

the gears in your head turn. you torture him and you know it. with your pretty outfits and your pretty glossed lips.

the next class is fun, to say the least. you wear a v-neck top with a lace bra peaking under it, paired with bell bottom jeans that, again, hug your ass in a delicious way that catches your professor's gaze. you make eye contact with him like before, and this time, you smile politely and take the initiative to approach him.

he looks the other way for a moment, unsure and nervous, then looks back at you. "hi," you say in a voice that only the two of you could hear. "i was wondering if i could meet with you about my essay sometime."

he inhales. "sure thing," he says, not returning your smile. of course he wanted to help you, you were such a cute little thing, lips shiny and donned in a beautiful outfit that showed off all the right places to make him absolutely weak in the knees. "how about tomorrow evening during my office hours?"

you didn't any classes tomorrow and the only work you had to do was his essay. perfect. "sounds good to me," you say, containing your excitement enough to look innocent.

before you know it, the next evening arrives and you're making your way to the building his office resides in. it's not like you're wearing anything special. just an oversized, forest green campus sweatshirt with shorts underneath. your sweatshirt covers most of the shorts, only showing off your legs, paired with some sneakers. in your opinion, it's a typical outfit; not like you went searching through your closet for something "sexy" to wear to office hours. and yet, your professor still seems to have quite the staring problem. you bite back a smile.

"i wanted help on the essay you assigned," you tell him gingerly. "specifically on how to go about it."

mike inhales through his nose. "right, okay." he pulls a seat up in front of his desk for you and sits down in his respective chair. you promptly take the seat in front of his desk and cross your legs. "do you have an idea of what you want to write for the prompt?"

you, once again, bite back a smile. "i wanted to write about forbidden love between romeo and juliet..." you trail off when he drops his head slightly, breathing a sigh and your name.

you look at him, confused. "i just don't get it," he says, running a hand through his hair. "i just get this vibe from you that—"

"from me?" you say, furrowing your brow, tone accusatory and knowingly. you couldn't believe he was putting this on you. "you're the one with the staring problem!"

he looks at you blankly from your outburst. "you're right... it was totally inappropriate of me," he says with a sigh. "i don't know what's wrong with me."

"nothing's wrong with you," you say softly. you try to offer him a smile and stand up. as you walk over to his side of the desk, he watches you curiously but doesn't stop you. he swivels his chair around to face your direction, creating the perfect opportunity for you to sink down to your knees. you take note of the tent in his pants and allow yourself to smile. you hate to sound like a pornstar — because this situation is starting to turn out like a home movie — but you reach forward and he watches you intently. "if it helps... i'm into it too. can i?"

mike gulps. "please."

you reach forward to unzip his pants. he helps you free his cock from his boxers. the tip is swollen and red, pulsating. you lick your lips and look up at him with doe eyes. mike swallows yet again, adam's apple bobbing. you give him a slow, long lick up his cock. he throws his head back instantly, running a hand across his face in disbelief that this was actually happening. "fuck..." he whispers.

you slide your mouth up and down, eyes trained on his face, his reactions of pleasure. you learn quickly what makes him tick: paying attention to the tip of his cock. you lick around the slit and grasp his dick with your hand to pump as you suck him off. he's writhing and breathing your name, encouraging your movements even more.

when he looks down at you and the two of you make eye contact is when he starts to utter somewhat coherent sentences. "look at you — ngh — lips all glossy on my cock. so fucking — fuck! — sexy, shit."

you can sense that he's close but before he spills into your mouth, he nudging you by your hair to stop. "stop," he breathes, "hey.. stop, stop."

you let him go and remove your hands, head tilted with a frown. he wordlessly grasps you by your waist and pulls you to your feet. "come sit on my lap. can you do that?"

you give him a weak, knowing smile, jaw still tired. before you can hop on, he's undoing the clasp keeping your shorts together and you kick it down your legs. no panties — you have no idea what you do to him. you climb onto his lap, the chair tilting backward ever so slightly to support the weight of both of you. your legs swing over his lap and you rest on one of his thighs. he cradles your face gently and kisses the top of your head. it's surprisingly affectionate.

you're suddenly acutely aware of his hard length prodding against your clothed stomach. you lift your hips and put your hands on his shoulders as he watches you, and sink down onto his cock. the both of you moan in unison.

as you ride him, he can't take his eyes off you, and for once, looking at him is too much to bear. your eyes are shut in pleasure as you moan open-mouthed. all you can hear is the plopping noises of you bouncing up and down and his grunting.

he grasps at your ass and pulls you down so that his cock fits snug inside of you. "come for me me, baby," he whispers. "come on, you can do it. just let go."

"fuck," you groan, tears pricking at your eyes. he comes almost instantly after you, the both of you pulsating in the aftermath of your orgasms.

he keeps himself seated inside of you, once again craddling your face. "did so well f'me, my good girl." you embrace him back, holding onto him tightly.

[itsflipperdips]

*comes out from the ground*

So I just came back from dead for almost a week (aka, haven't updated anything in here yet) and I'm still working on some stuffs like my au and all but, I did a few doodles again for some people WH OC today cause why not, and it did take just a few hours of my boredom so, I'mma just dunk the "whole" thing in this single post and might disappear again to continue work on my au

AHHH- ONLY TEN MAXIMUM IMAGES-

(I'mma just put the others on another post rq-)

BUT, here's the list of some the fellows that are being mentioned!! 👹👺🥲

1st: Lane, By: @ratzypoizon (very silly ant dude)

2nd: charlie, by: @i-ate-your-dog-srry Sandy, By @kitsipher (they both adorable NGL with you guys)

3rd: Allie by: @dollpuppets (awh! His a little sweetheart 🥲🥺)

4th: Mr. Lanely, By: @sketchquill

5th: buddy monkey by: @zipora666 (🤺 HUZAH)

6th: Hannia, by: @starling27444

7th: Daisy and Dandy, by: @diggitydoggo

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[majimasleftasscheek]

Have you played Yakuza 6 yet? If so ya got any kazumaji head canons based off the events of the game?

I absolutely love your ideas for them and I am beyond upset that Majima was barley in the game. Or even mentioned that much.

They did the boi dirty in this game, I swear.

*clenches my ass hard enough to shit diamonds*

oh I have OPINIONS about 6 I'll tell you that but it is good fodder for the kazumaji agenda 👀 I'mma be kinda rambly in this but I promise it all ties together kdjfjkldfkldf

so we all know Kiryu goes off to find Haruka and because I'm a big fan of dadjima, I can only imagine Kiryu lets him know while he's stuck in jail and Majima's just like WHAT

so Kiryu does a lot of self reflection but acting upon it is another matter. I can see Majima chastising him, saying she ran away cuz that's all Kiryu ever does (part of him is still pissy about him leaving in y3) and she's never had a healthy role model other than the king of hypocrisy. Kiryu would go on about how it's just to protect people yada yada but Majima would be like my guy, you left a bunch of kids in the care of your daughter who should not be parenting for you. you refuse any and all help because you think you can do it all on your own. you left me with Daigo who you said I wouldn't be babysitting AND YET—

I just want Majima to absolutely rail into him about how self serving he's acted despite better intentions. like of course Haruka ran away, look how much pressure she was under, what she went through in the idol bizz (maybe I'm a loser but I did not like Haruka's part in y5 that shit icked me), what you (Kiryu) do every time you feel like a burden to people. how naïve it was to think any part of Kiryu's past would leave him behind just because he wanted it to. how his lone wolf thing impedes on everybody else. how in 5 he literally says he needs to stop running from his past and he does it anyway. this game FRUSTRATES ME rrhrrhhrhrr KIRYU FRUSTRATES ME ACK. but also I have a thing for Majima just being angry at him, to actually lash out and spew all those feelings of being left behind or being refused to let help because Kiryu's stubborn. how he let himself be used all those years to help Kiryu out just because he asked and now once again Kiryu's off on his own, never changing his tune about how he doesn't wanna rely on people. Majima's not perfect either and frankly he communicates like shit too but I just want that RAGE to get out and explore how Kiryu would hear him but never listen. makes it all the more tragic when he finds out Kiryu "died."

*tho I must note, as much as it does irritate me, 6 makes sense entirely for Kiryu's character lol. nothing he does in it surprises me in the slightest so while I'm not a fan of the story, it's pretty fitting for him since he's the downfall of his own story half the time. and it's not so simple as just saying Kiryu's to blame. he's constantly forced to deal with shit just as much as he wants to be left alone. he struggles and he tries hard I'll give him that. I don't think he's a bad person for what he aimed to do in 6 but he's not infallible either. and sometimes it's just par for the course. like how he makes the compromise at the end of the game to disappear so his family can be at peace all the while in his history, he's had major problems doing what he's told - never truly disappearing anyway, going about whatever's gonna happen in gaiden. could you imagine if Haruka caught wind that some resting bitch face motherfucker is beating the shit outta armies somewhere? could you imagine her finding out that Kiryu left again?

honestly I think his character is really interesting cuz of this. he has good intentions and I feel like to him there's some expectation that people should understand this, that people should accept his choices. I think it's fun to explore how others react to that - how it's in a way offensive, that Kiryu thinks he knows what's best and how to handle it as if he has all the power and say. how pissed people feel about him shoving them away for the sake of their safety, etc. I don't think he'd listen to Majima tbh but I think it's important that someone unafraid of Kiryu's dumbassery would lay it out how it is to him in a way that cuts, more so than Haruka, Date or like Akiyama could.

ANYWAY, Majima's mad at him lol but can't really do anything atm due to the surrounding circumstances. I like to think he's got some of the Majima family watching out for Kiryu and Haruka if they happened to see them. Nishida at least cuz ain't no one gonna arrest a cutie patootie like him. it's not much but it's a little peace of mind. Majima knows Kiryu's reckless as all hell so he's worried and doubly annoyed that Kiryu doesn't care (about his own safety or that other people are concerned for him).

so since Majima has a fat 5 minutes in the whole game, there's not much to say about his involvement overall (other than oopsie stuck in jail) but I've had some thoughts about what all the jimas³ are doing in the meantime.

all the jimas are grouped together because I said so even tho realistically they'd prolly be separated lol. Daigo and Saejima are handling things well enough but Majima's bouncing off the walls in boredom and nothing irks him more than being stuck in one spot while Kiryu's out probably getting hit over the head with a stop sign and refusing medical attention. Daigo's losing his mind but he can agree Kiryu's bullheaded and talking about that keeps Majima distracted. Saejima does his part in trying to get Majima's mind off things now that they have all the time in the world to catch up on whatever.

time passes and I'm rewriting the part in 6 where they show up at the end cuz I live in a fantasy world.

Kiryu "dies" and suddenly the three of them are released early, no doubt knowing his death had something to do with it. Daigo gets Kiryu's letter and Majima makes some joke about Kiryu's literacy but a quick scan of the letter makes Daigo's face drop. he reads it and Majima doesn't think it's real. he doesn't know how to feel. even Saejima is in disbelief. but the letter is vague. it's conjecture written by Kiryu of his own death so there's a chance he's fine. Kiryu's fine, he's always fine. he's been shot and stabbed a million times, he's fine.

but it's not long till it's confirmed by Date. Daigo's skeptical cuz his inner punkass doesn't trust cops. Saejima's on the same page but Majima's in full denial whilst also believing it to be true. his reaction is immediate and violent. he wants something to be done, he wants revenge but Daigo wants to follow Kiryu's wish to avoid war. Majima's so outraged he frankly couldn't give less of a shit about Kiryu's wishes so it's up to Saejima to wrangle him back *insert a dramatic fight here.* Majima gets his ass beat and he's just a mess. things move fast though - the fate of the clan is up in the air and he just couldn't care. but Daigo needs him and for that he pulls it together, just barely.

fast forward to when the jimas go into hiding. they get set up in a lil safehouse via Nick Ogata. I like to see it as a basic bitch type of place, very out of the way, very ignorable but the inside is nice enough. they have to stay cooped up as much as possible and it drives Majima insane. he's fidgety, always pacing. Saejima tries to calm him down and it works for a time until Majima falls into another slump and repeats.

they took a few things with them that they could, mostly small stuff, some clothes and the like. Majima brought along a few of Kiryu's things, namely some pocket cars and a shirt. he wears it often, being very against washing it. Daigo's too stressed to notice but Saejima watches Majima just break down into someone he doesn't know. he's tired, closed off, guilt ridden. Saejima starts to think this is who Majima was after getting out of the Hole. a shell of a person taking blame for things out of his control. losing the will to care for himself as some sort of self imposed punishment for not doing more. seething in silence in the powerlessness.

his beard grows scraggly, his hair is unkept and the circles under his eye grows darker everyday. his behavior mimics his Sotenbori days where everything was for Saejima, all he could think about was Saejima, how he failed him, how if he tried hard enough he could see him again. it's not the case with Kiryu though. he didn't even get to see the body himself.

he's always on his phone reliving memories through photos and conversations. he freaks out when anyone touches the pocket cars and eventually the shirt gets worn out. he's spiraling while the others look on, unsure how to deal with someone whose entire personality revolves around having a fake one.

Saejima takes initiative. maybe he's seen Majima like this before or maybe he hasn't. doesn't matter because he gives Majima a bit of tough love, telling him to get a grip. telling him that Kiryu wouldn't want to see him like this and, under his breath, he needs him in better shape so they can beat the shit outta whoever was responsible. it's not easy of course. it takes Majima awhile to learn how to live again and frankly he doesn't want to talk about Kiryu but Saejima forces him to - to get comfortable with mentioning him, enjoying the memories they had. letting him know it's okay to be vulnerable. it's not a kind or pleasant recovery but it's there. it's helping.

and perhaps some time under supervision, he goes to see Haruka and meets Haruto for the first time. he tries to keep a strong façade for her but she can see right through him and gets one of those rare moments where he's just quiet. where he's real. she catches him up on things and it's a rough one for the both of them, especially since he has to keep the visit short. she doesn't bother asking him where he's going afterward but he promises to keep in touch and that he does. she sends him a lot of photos and videos of the family and he backseat-parents Yuta whenever possible. Haruka's never been a fan of always having Kiryu at arms length but this arrangement helps her deal with the long distance since there's effort on both ends to stay close.

Majima's not used to having others around to help him cope but he eases into it decently enough without the Tojo Clan on his shoulders. he even gets along better with Daigo who has time now to focus more on himself and the grunge within his soul. he's a silly lil dork and that charm reminds him of Kiryu but in a way that doesn't send him spiraling. he starts to see all reminders of Kiryu in a more hopeful light, one that brings back his energy. for most of their home confinement, Majima wouldn't even go out as Goromi since half his confidence came from Kiryu's support. but now and then, with Saejima and Daigo backing him, he can tiptoe a bit back into his fav dresses, ones that Kiryu gave him, ones that hurt to put on because of the baggage they carry. he doesn't even have his wigs anymore so he assembles what he can, how he can into something he knows Kiryu would have called pretty regardless. it stills hurts but it helps.

but, he'll always dip back into the pain of it all. missing intimacy and things taken for granted. he regrets his last words with Kiryu were criticisms knowing he's not perfect himself. maybe he's faced with realizations that he can't survive without certain people, that his attachment issues are brought to the forefront for everyone to see. it's ugly and embarrassing and for the first time in a long time he feels very seen. death's always been a reality for him and he's never cared much for it in regards to himself but losing someone so close, so suddenly? without closure or goodbyes? he's forced to deal with the frailty and mortality of someone he thought was invincible.

and it scares him.

[sharpjay217]

8 Awesome q!BBH animations!

Animatic taking place during QSMP Purgatory! Bad's design in this one is really cool and unique, and it pairs with the animation style to make it feel super dynamic!

Focused on Bad trying to process the grief of loosing Dapper. Awesome freaking art style, genuinely among my Top 10 QSMP animatics! Absolutely love the halo horns design too.

A ton of "Heaven Says" animatics in the QSMP fandom, but I love it! This one uses a different section of the song than most too, and the art style is awesome!

This one's short, but I like it! Even in 30 seconds it manages to cover a lot of the events Bad has been a part of during the QSMP up until the most recent disappearance of the eggs.

I'mma be honest, I don't have much context for Bad and Foolish's vibe in the QSMP, but this animation is fun!

A short Bad and Dapper animatic, centered around the nightmare and afterwards. Beautifully animated!

Another one centered around the nightmare, this time using the original audio! Again, I love these halo horn designs that I’ve seen popping up recently!

This one is also really good, though I think I'm missing the context! The artist did an awesome job of making the scene dramatic!

[emelinstriker]

Hey hi its the high dream anon again. I was curious if you put any thought into what Mei, piggy and them would be doing during esau or if they're in it, cause man, I had a dream about it and it made me cry cause angst, but I wanted to know if you had any thoughts before I shared

Okay so- I haven't really gotten to the point of expanding more on the side of the non-servants since the servants aren't even really done yet tbh- DBK and PIF would also still need some more expansion on their angst about Red Son's disappearance.

But I do have some angst in store in terms of the timeframe of Wukong bringing MK to the palace and how his friends reacted... c:

So basically, you know how MK and the others traveled to Flower Fruit Mountain to give Monkey King his staff back so he could fight the Demon Bull King? The moment where he's separated from the others and they thought he died is when MK was first fully introduced to the blue champion. Their first meeting is most definitely more different though than in the show. Sadly not as comedic fhgnfhg He also did wake up from the crash with some odd pain in his back. But it felt rather mild at first.

Anyway, after the first DBK battle and all that, the moment where Monkey King basically sealed up part of MK's powers is when he was infected. This did seal up part of his powers as planned, but not exactly like in the show. Instead, this is why ESAU!MK is such a landmine and seems to be docile, before snapping in an instant, and turning docile again. Monkey King's power only seemed to enhance MK's sudden jump in emotions, between seemingly being mentally in another world or having a sudden emotional spike aimed aimed at someone or something.

And a bit after the entire battle with the Demon Bull Family, MK just suddenly... disappeared. He already seemed a bit off during the battle, and even somewhat back when he first met the void-black eyed monkey, but then he simply went missing.

His friends got really worried and have been trying to look all over Megapolis for him, but he just seemed to have disappeared without a trace. There wasn't even a single sign of him ever having returned to his room afterwards.

It's unclear what all they've tried doing to find out where he is and most likely save him and bring him back since it felt more like he was taken away by some force. But there was indeed heartbreak, anxiety, as well as hope and a bit of lack thereof through the desperate search for the noodle delivery boy.

They didn't want to believe they've lost him just like that. They never even had any confirmation on whether or not he died, so Mei would've probably been the one to assume he got kidnapped.

And only a long while after that did they see MK again. Now as a monkey in yellow armor and void-black eyes, just like Wukong.

Mostly seeming emotionless, not remembering them. His friends.

And worst of all is that they don't know if they can even help him. Especially after he disappeared as quickly as he showed up, only having been looking for something to retrieve. Which just made them feel all the more helpless.

But he seemed to be in a form of trance with how emotionless and non-reactive he was acting while looking for something. So Tang was theorizing MK might be possessed by a monkey demon. Mei even tried grabbing him at one point to try stop him from ignoring her and he didn't seem bothered by it and just carried on with his mission he was focused on.

However, after the noodle boy disappeared, there wasn't much they could do. They didn't even know how to "bring him back to his senses" due to how they've never seen him or anyone in such a condition..

If there's typos or anythin like that- oop- but my brain is scrambled it's almost 11pm I'mma sleep now gn8 fhgnfghfnhgfg specifically only colored MK's name at the point of him already being an official servant. Same with only Wukong's name since he doesn't remember his name/title as Monkey King and therefor doesn't really associate with it.

[crackers4jenn]

@wanderingcas posted this wip challenge for people who need motivation to finish theirs, with a "encouraging anyone else" tagging system, so I'm joining with the beginning snippet of a sequel to an older fic of mine, like only a best friend could, which was a post-high school destiel au. I couldn't leave the ending so bittersweet, so I've been tinkering away at a "10 years later" happily ever after.

You Can't Go Home Again is shoved, a little too aptly, between the windshield and dashboard, a paperback copy that's showing its age and wear in the form of a wrinkled cover and rippling pages.

As the price on the gas pump climbs higher and higher, Cas sighs, letting his head fall back against the driver's side headrest, wondering, not for the first time, what he's doing here exactly. 28 is maybe too young to have a midlife crisis, but that's what it feels like.

The insomnia, the nerves he can't shake, the unmovable and constant dread that's settled inside of him like a tiny intruder drove stakes into Cas’s chest and set up camp—okay, maybe that's not a midlife crisis, maybe that's just anxiety. That's what Balthazar would tell him, anyway, and then he'd offer Cas a tantalizing concoction of pharmaceuticals to 'help' rid Cas of these 'ails.' Cas has taken him up on this only once, when they were newly getting to know one another through mutual friends. The ensuing trip could only be described as a hellish existential nightmare that Cas would like to never repeat.

Still. As he sits now, with his heart racing enough he can feel the pulse of it in his throat, he thinks he wouldn't mind an opportunity to dull the edge.

Going back home shouldn't be this hard. And, yet, he's struggling.

Maybe because there's nothing left of Sioux Falls for Cas to even call 'home.' Naomi—his mother—she passed away three years ago, the last time he returned. His aunt had arranged everything, so all Cas needed to do was attend the funeral service, watching as well-intentioned strangers described a loving, caring woman he himself never knew. The version he grew up with was strict and stern and unwavering in her faith, instilling in him a righteousness and fear of religious disloyalty he still sometimes finds himself defaulting to. In her way, she loved Cas, but it was exactly that—in her way, and only that. Finding out she had raised a man with a sexual preference her Bible group would accuse 'deviant'? It regularly tested the conditions of his mother's supposed unconditional love.

Besides, last time he was home, he was forced to confront more than just his familial trauma. There was also Dean.

"Heya, mopey," Gabe calls through the rolled down window of the passenger seat, cutting through Cas's thoughts like a lifted veil. "Perk up, yeesh. People are gonna think I'm trafficking you."

Cas sighs, "Gabriel," weary for a whole different reason now as Gabriel waggles his eyebrows and disappears from view to disconnect the nozzle. The hose is clicked back into place before Gabe reappears, obnoxiously pleased with himself.

"I'mma go take a whiz and grab a Kickstart. Want anything?"

"Coffee would be nice. Thank you.”

"Diabetic amounts of sugar?"

"You know I don't like—”

"I'm kidding. Black and bitter like your dead mom's soul?" he says instead, giving Cas a grin. Cas can't even argue against that—one, because it's kind of true, but also because Gabe's already spun off and strolling towards the gas station. He can hear his loud whistling as he goes.

Cas thunks his head against the seat again.

Maybe he won't make it to Sioux Falls after all. Maybe he'll Thelma-and-Louise them off the side of a road instead.

tagging, just in case there's something on the ol' hard drive: @cockymclaughlin @glamrockcas @dollsome-does-tumblr @milkshakemicrowave @pringlesaremydivision

[dixieconley]

Can't Have Time Travel Without A Good Time

The council (and Vos, because he found it) all circled around a time travel do-hickey:

Obi-Wan: When this artifact is used, it will deposit each person in a different time and place depending on their intention.  You'll have a limited amount of time to make changes before you're snapped back here.  Based on Master Nu's research, if chosen properly, those changes should create a new future with only those of us who have touched the artifact remaining aware of both times.

Vos: Blah blah blah, time travel, blah blah blah. Anakin: ::daydreaming:: Obi-Wan: So let's be clear -- you're going to use this artifact responsibly to travel to the past and hunt down the Sith and prevent the war from happening, right? Vos: Absolutely! Anakin: Absolutely! Obi-Wan: I am already regretting volunteering to be the anchor for this ritual. Vos: Ha-ha!  Sucks to be you! Obi-Wan: ::watching everyone disappearing after touching the artifact:: I have a bad feeling about this.

::cue every council member and Vos going back to a different point in the past to get revenge on Qui-Gon, in the belief that someone else will save the future::

Yoda: ::arriving before Qui-Gon leaves for Telos with Xanatos:: Having lunch with me, your master Dooku is.  Have some of my swamp stew, will you, hmm?  Flavor it with a side of bloody knuckles, I have.  Needs more flavoring, it does. Vos: ::arriving just before Obi-Wan leaves for Bandomeer::  ::carrying a plank:: Ohhh, Master Jinnnn… Kit: ::arriving after Bandomeer:: You didn't need that nose, did you? Plo: ::arriving after Melida-Daan:: Oops.  Please excuse me, Master Jinn.  My fist seems to have collided with your nostrils.  And my knee with your testicles. Mace: ::arriving just after the return from Tatooine:: Someone else can track down that Sith mofo.  I'mma gonna punch a fool.

The only one who actually tries to save the future?  Anakin.

Well.  After a little side-trip.  It isn't his fault that there's so many cool old-timey ships!  He'll save the universe in a minute.  Really!

So:

Anakin: ::stealing super cool ship:: I'm just going to take it out for a spin!  I'll put it right back! ::ship does something unexpected and Anakin makes things worse by punching random buttons in the belief that he knows all about this class of antique ship when he really really doesn't:: Anakin: (later) ...and then I crashed into this fancy mansion owned by this banker dude, but it was okay because he got really mad at me-- Obi-Wan: How is that okay?? Anakin: Because he pulled out a red lightsaber!  And we dueled and I won and then I was back here with you.  I guess nothing changed if we're all back here again? Council: ... Mace: ::rubs forehead:: He's your padawan.  You tell him. Yoda: Go for a milkshake, I could. Anakin: ::unaware that he killed Palpatine when he crashed the ship into the mansion and then Plagueis in a duel:: Nothing changed, *right*? Obi-Wan: Apparently you somehow managed to negate your entire existence. Anakin: What? Obi-Wan: ::massages nose because somehow his padawan hasn't noticed he's missing a body:: You're a force ghost. Anakin: Oops? Vos: ::skidding back in:: Guys, guys!  The chancellor's dead, there isn't a war and, Obi-Wan, Jango Fett's on the Temple steps.  Apparently you owe him child support or something.  I wasn't listening. Obi-Wan: … Vos: And Qui-Gon's alive. But we can fix that! Obi-Wan: … Obi-Wan: Eh.  Still better than I expected.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

13, 14, 15. Logico Reads Books

Nothing is more fun than writing about someone reading a book :) So I crammed all these into the same episode

Welpeppslpepl

This is Philosopher Bone, the complete menace who has a design now and I regret drawing him :') Without his shades his eyes are always on fire and his lower jaw detaches when he speaks - I need to get myself together

For these episodes I mean... a couple of these characters have designs (well, Pine does) but I kinda wanna wait until she makes her physical debut cuz she's not really in this episode?? Maroon and Eminence don't have designs yet but again I feel like they should be introduced when they actually exist. And also I don't think Obsidian's pirate OCs actually need designs so I'mma just leave them out rip.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

13 The Killing of a Cowboy

Logico reads an Obsidian book, ‘The Killing of a Cowboy’. It has caricature versions of Raspberry and Coffee. And also Judge Pine, which is kind of weird, since she IS a real person, but hasn’t debuted yet. The book is about stabbin’ knives and stuff. Someone had scribbled spoilers furiously on the pages.

LOGICO: OH COME ON! VANDALISM? SPOILERING? YOU INCESSANT FREAK, I’LL GET YOU! 

Logi reads five more pages of the book and immediately knows the ending.

LOGICO: Incredibly stupid. Why did I ever admire this author?

14 A Very Proper Murder

Logico is very excited about the next book because it’s British. Again, the characters are real people, there’s Grey there, and also Baron Maroon and Viscount Eminence, who again, exist, but haven’t debuted. Also in this AU, Lavender was murdered. Obsidian must hate him, lol. Logi finds more spoilers written in permanent ink on the pages.

LOGICO: You fucking bastard.

Logico can’t solve the mystery and yells to himself in anger in the bookshop, attracting the attention of many. He only figures out whodunit after it’s already revealed.

LOGICO: Damn you, you beautiful Obsidian!! THIS is why I loved your works so!!!

15 The Perplexing Problem of the Parrot

Logico finds that the next book is about pirates, which is pretty stupid in his opinion. But Obsidian finally made some OCs, called Blackbeard, Bluebeard, and Nobeard. In this one, a parrot was murdered.

LOGICO: Oh man, whoever crossed Blackbeard is in trouble!

People are not fond of his loud commentary in the bookshop. Of course, there’s more vandalism in the book that he tries to ignore, but he reaches the end and figures out that Blackbeard shot his own parrot, and was unconscious of it. Logico falls to his knees and cries, because what an insanely emotional ending. But then he sees at the back of the book it says ‘If my body ever disappears, contact my agent!’

That probably wasn't the same vandalism person!!!!!!!!

Especially since it's literally signed "D.O."

The end!

Phew got that over with! Now the next one can still be an actual episode. I need more Short King and less of Obsidian's AU

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[janiedean]

god hello some news ig?

... yeah HI *waves*

so, I've been crap at keeping up with social media lately and I miss hanging out on here and I'm planning to keep up at least this month but i'mma just give a small update here sooo

dunno if it was obvious from my last post but I moved out of parents' and going in between feeling proud of myself for not fucking up dinner to crying over how much I suck when I manage to burn pre-made soup but hey the place is still not a complete mess so that's a win

I worked two jobs last year which completely sapped 90% of my force of will to do anything

rn I'm sticking with one which is sadly not exactly earning me atm so I'm trying to get the whole thing going decently but I have to hang on a bit more and then it might hopefully meanwhile I'll settle for scraping by but I could do worse

(I can't say what it is specifically as much as I'd like because it's a thing I actually enjoy doing but it's extremely niche and if I said what it is I'd end up giving doxxing fodder and I'm still paranoid but I can share on dm) (let's just say it's the good kind of retail)

the highlight of my last month for good or bad was watching all of attack on titan in one week and let's just say it was a decision™️

let's say that I'm mentally in a very bleh place but not being with the parents all the time has tbf helped some so hopefully I'll dig myself out asap also because I'd like to y'know be active again

(tbf there was a thing that has happened... entirely too long ago at this point and don't I wish I could get over it but a hello of a long time later I came to terms with the fact that it yeeted me straight into crap coping mechanisms that I thought I had gotten over ten years ago (thought being the key word) and I really don't wanna air dirty laundry also bc I really should move on but when I'm like this I feel like I'm bothering most people with my mere presence and I tend to self-isolate and tbh right now is worse than it was fifteen years ago but eh I'll get over it but like if I show up then I disappear for three weeks then show up again it's... that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

anyway hello people I missed you all I swear I'll be more present this next year hoping it's not 90% crap as this one was T_T

[yyunko]

Hi guys, I'm back for awhile

I'mma disappear again since I don't have internet :sad_emoji:

So with school wifi I am sharing this art I was able to do

F!Ell and F!Hunter wedding eeeee

[averseunhinged]

wip wednesday! another bit from the augustine au, aka the fun thing i write when my brain needs to be tricked into remembering that we do, in fact, know how to do something other than stare blankly at the page. first snippet is here. second is here. this follows immediately on from that.

Rebekah folded one knee over the other and pulled her silk robe tighter. She crossed her arms and gestured to the screen with a careless flick of her fingers, "Well? I already know this is going to ruin a previously lovely evening."

It took three seconds of the couple standing together before Rebekah unfolded her arms and sat up straighter. On screen, all hell broke loose again. The human civilians screamed and the supernaturals scattered. The male vampire flashed a short distance and dislocated the shoulder of a human and plucked the gun they'd been pointing at the female. He kicked out the human's knee and left them on the ground while he ejected the magazine and threw the gun. Another of the attacking humans fell with the muzzle embedded in their skull.

Josh couldn’t figure out whatever signals the two must have been using, but out of nowhere, the man held out one hand and slid one foot back to brace himself. The woman flashed to him, and in a move that would have torn apart the ligaments of a human, caught his hand and allowed him to use her momentum to launch her up into the air.

Just as she disappeared out of frame, she performed a twisting flip that pinged vague familiarity, and the sniper rocketed down through the shot, splattering on the ground, rifle following, and the woman after. She landed cleanly on both feet, knees bent, arms clasped at her sides.

“That was an aerial!” Rebekah squeaked incredulously, and then realizing no-one but Klaus seemed to know what she was talking about, “it’s bloody cheerleading! Who does a cheerleading stunt in the middle of a—” she trailed off and whipped her head around to stare at Klaus when he began to laugh again. “Oh, of course it’s her. You are so predictable. Really, Nik, maybe she’d like you more if you were more interesting.”

If Klaus was boring, Josh didn’t want know what really old vampires found captivating. Maybe amoral pretty boys stopped doing it for you when everyone was an amoral pretty boy.

“Who is this?” Marcel inquired slyly, sounding more interested in gossip than the recently demolished city block for the first time that night.

Before Rebekah could answer, the noise onscreen quieted, pulling her attention back to it. Without the gunfire and shouting, the street scene was eerily quiet, only a club remix of a pop song blaring from inside the cameraman's hotel room, and a woman's voice belting along with it, offscreen from the street below.

"Don't stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my spea--" a loud crashing noise, metal into brick, and the crunchy thud of a body cut her off briefly, before she came back in, "--night, I'mma fight till we see the sunlight."

The man wandered over to a crumpled body on the ground and nudged it with his toe. He leaned over, closer to the supposed corpse.

“Peekaboo,” he exclaimed with a manic, dark cheer that sent pinches of alarm along Josh’s nerves, no matter how many times he watched it, “I see you,” and dragged the human up off the ground, a shrill animal scream of pain and terror mixing with the man’s rasping, slightly off-key howl, as he sang along with the oh-ah-oh-ah-oh-oh in the chorus. “Got a live one for you, gorgeous!”

[tblsomedoodles]

Got any more ideas if Raph being a telepath?

Yep! i was just thinking i should probably do some sort of summery about his telepathy abilities so it's less vague and more solid. (if anyone has anything they want to add, feel free.)

soooo i'mma gonna put this under a 'read more' since...um...i may have went a little off the rails again. like 1.2k off the rails.

So yeah. Info dump under the break!

Like the twins, Raph has had these powers for his whole life. Unlike them he's actually aware he has them and just doesn't realize his brothers don't.

At the start, it's mostly just psychic bonds he shares with his brothers. Little strings of emotions that are always running in the background; if he focused on one of the bonds he can pick up on some vague thoughts. Unfortunately thoughts aren't the easiest to translate so he can really only understand the gist of what each sibling is thinking. (Like Mikey's thoughts are bright colors and pictures often too abstract for Raph to fully understand, Leo's were words but they scattered around so fast the ones he can pick up didn't always make sense together, and Donnie's were a seemingly random mix of images, numbers, and words that Raph had trouble understanding how they would relate let alone what Donnie was thinking of to make them do so.) But he learned each thought language enough to know when one of them had something wrong or if they needed him for something.

When he was little, he had a knack for knowing exactly what each of his siblings needed. Splinter couldn't get Mikey to eat dinner? Raph tells him Mikey has an upset stomach but will eat some chicken noodle soup if given to him. Donnie crying for seemingly no reason? Raph magically appears with some earmuffs explaining it's too loud for Donnie today. Leo's cranky and keeps snapping at his siblings? Raph somehow knows he didn't sleep a lot last night because of a nightmare and is already wrapping him in a hug intent not to let him go until he takes a nap.

Splinter asked him about it once and Raph simply said that "They tell me in my head." which a confused Splinter took as a toddler's way of saying 'he just knew.' Raph, on the other hand, took that whole conversation as 'oh it must be rude to talk about your siblings' thoughts like that' and, not wanting to be rude, never outwardly explains it again.

Later on when Splinter taught them about the Ninja Mind Meld, he thought that is what he's been doing this entire time.

fun fact! (that i just came up with)

Raph doesn't actually know how to legitimately mind meld the way Splinter tried to teach them. For this Mind Melds are just sharing a singular thought with one teammate. (ie battle plans.) All Raph does is tune into his bond and pickup on whatever thought his brother is trying to send him (which is a lot easier to understand b/c they actively want to be understood) and goes with it. None of his brothers have questioned why it's so much easier to 'mind meld' with Raph, or why Raph seems to pickup on the thought they want to send almost before they actually send it.

SO! Savage episodes!

Savage episodes, are when Raph's bonds go quiet too quickly for him to compensate/prepare. Those bonds strengthen and weaken by distance. So the combined stress of finding himself physically alone, the constant hum of his siblings suddenly disappearing, and his head going silent, sends him into a panicked savage Raph episode.

Sometimes his brothers can snap him out of it if they come back in range quick enough so Raph can hear them again. But the longer he's in a savage episode, the more he starts actively suppressing the silent bonds on instinct and his brothers will have to snap him out of the episode first before he reopens them.

AFTER NIMPO

After the Nimpo gets unlocked, Raph's powers get stronger to the point where he can hear his siblings thoughts all the time even if he's not trying. He has to start actively keeping the bonds partially suppressed just to get some semblance of quiet like he had before (basically the bond is stronger now so he's actively limiting it to only let through what it used to before.) He also finds that with the bonds so much stronger, the distance he can go without them going silent has drastically lengthened. He can be half way across the city hanging out with Cass (b/c Casey and Raph r bffs in every version. those are the facts.) and still know exactly what Mikey is making for dinner that night if he wanted to.

He can now also see further into their minds, even see their dreams (not that he does that often. I think he accidentally ended up in one of Leo's dreams turned visions once. He only actively tries to do it when Donnie ends up in that waking vision and they're trying to snap him out of it.)(OH! Wait! What if Raph's accidentally Dream hopping most night! like he goes to sleep and just keeps ending up in his brother's dreams! like sometimes he'll sleep and have his own but now a lot of the time he has to put up with the ridiculousness that is his brothers' dreams. (or simply coax them through nightmares from the inside.) I kinda like that.)

He now finds he can also tune into minds that aren't his brothers, not nearly to the extent he can with his siblings, but enough that he can pick up on surface thoughts and feelings. (but, again, the thought language barrier is a thing. it takes time to translate each person's way of thinking, time he doesn't really want to put into b/c it feels rude to invade their privacy like that. Cass is probably the only one he actually does so with b/c once she heard he can do that, she wouldn't stop bullying him to try it on her lol.)

He might be able to form new bonds like he has with his siblings but i'm not exactly sure about that. (maybe it's something he will grow into? again, idk.)

HOW THE POWER'S DISCOVERED

ok, so everyone else finds out about Raph's telepathy very casually. Like everyone (Draxum included) is there probably talking about the twins' visions. (this is post first waking visions so everyone knows about them by now.) And Leo says at one point that Raph's almost always there when he wakes up from a vision to give him a hug. to which Donnie states that Raph seems to always know when he's had one as well.

Raph just shrugs saying "Raph can't see your visions so if Raph can't see what you're seeing then Raph knows it's a vision."

Draxum asks him to elaborate. And Raph calls it 'mind meld' but it becomes increasingly clear that whatever Raph is describing is not ninja mind melding.

by then, Draxum is just beside himself. When he had created them, all he wanted was basic super soldiers. Instead he ended up with both seers, an OP mystic user that can bend the fabric of time to his whim, and an extremely powerful telepath.

if they had stayed at his side the earth would have been doomed.

no wonder he lost so damn much to these teens when he was their enemy.

Ok, so that turned out a lot longer than i thought it would. So yeah. Hope you enjoyed this info dump!

Thank yoU!

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: Joel Miller- Huh

You had a staring probelm. Let's be honest the boston QZ sucked ass, and you could only re read your books so many times. Sure you had a few favorite things to do like knitting but even that costed you something.

Staring didn't cost a damn thing espcially when it was someone you were living with. Joel and you had grown 'close' together. A friends with benefits, but that not type of benefits. You weren't much older then the whole world going to shit, barely being in your late teens when everything. Joel was the grumpy old, sexy man that you had made a deal with to live in his apartment.

Sure you shared a bed, but nothing ever was taken anywhere. You guys laid back to back as you dreamt of dirty dreams that involved Joel and his strong dirty hands. The veins that popped out while he was in the middle something and someone just had to piss him off.

You mentally took note of every time you got a chance to see his hands in action.

After one time when you and Joel had gotten a shit ton of ration cards it was hard to put them all together. Or simply decide what the fuck you guys were going to do with them. "Give me the damn ration cards you've got. I'mma sort them darlin’" Joel spoke his voice raspy and rough that sent my knees curling and my heart racing. You got up quickly pulling them from my bra. Joel gave me an unsual look then took the card from my hands.

His hands and fingrs tips were so rough that it was fucking crime. So delicous that you wished that you would take his hand and drag his fingers into my mouth. You walked with a sway in ny hips back towards the uncomfortable couch. Grabbing a book you’d read a thousand times already.

Mumbling to himself you looked over the edge of the paper back and at his hands. Licking the flat edge of his thumb to grab better onto the worn out ration cards . "Fucking damn." He mumbled to himself. "How many we got Joel?" You asked, you looked up from my book pretending to be reading was harder then it sounded. "Ninety at least." He said sounding almost happy about it.

With said ration cards we were able to get some medical supplies, and food. Better food then we were both used to having around the tiny apartment.

"Spare food for right now darlin’”Joels texan drawl came out. Your chest clunched at his words. "Do you plan on making something speical?" You asked tip toeing around asking him to make something from his past. Joel is a calloused man, and it's hard enough sometimes.

"Yeah, though I wouldn't dare to call it speical. Just something that my Ma use to make during the cold months.” Being in boston meant it was almost always cold and the sense that it was something delicous like soup came into mind, but you didn't push the subject any further.

The sky darken and the smell inside the aparment made my mind melt. You watched him once again from the edge of the counter. You watched his hands as he dealt with the knife with expertise. The way his fingers and hands flexed to give way for his knife to cut through the food. "Is that supposed to be soup you're makin'?" You asked him, he smiled. "My Ma's speical winter soup." Was all Joel said, not that the conversation was the reason for why you were sitting there watching him with intent.

Weeks later, weeks of staring and not yet getting caught. Joel came in late to the apartment shaking me awake with the slamming of the apartment door. Grunting and hard boots that hit the floor with no grace at all. Like you said a calloused man Joel is. The bed shifted under his weight as he unlaced his boots.

Joels weight gave me way to shift without him noticing to much. When Joel first landed this apartment you excepted to never see another unbroken mirror, but at last. This apartment in the small bedroom had a stand up mirror. A small crack that made the glass break into two halfs and nothing more.

You kept my eyes shut, and felt the weight disappear from the bed. Then the shuffle of clothes fall to the floor. You peaked my eyes open. Joel was facing his back to you, but the mirror gave you a perfect view of him. A shirt was being thrown down to the floor, a quick glance to Joel back. Strong ovibously by probably soft to the touch. You internalized your moan of sexual frustration. When you looked once more into the mirror as you heard the sounds of his belt undo, and then it hitting the floor.

This time… this time you had been caught. Dangerously caught by dark brown eyes. "What are you doin, darl'?" You closed your eyes tightly. "I saw you missy you just can't pretend you didn't watch me… just like you can't pretend you haven't been eyeing me like a pervert." Joel mumured into the darkness. You licked my lips at the thought of Joel, his words, his thick muscular back.

"Answer me. I know you can hear me you pretty little thing." Joels voice starting to louder. That night you had gone to sleep underneath the sheets with nothing but your shirt and panites on.

Before Joel had come home you had been dreaming about him, and his fingers. Your panties were already wet, and now that Joel was standing over you they were only growing more wet. "Y/n, answer me." He demands. "Yes you've caught me Joel." You said simply.

"How long have you been watching me princess?" Joel asks demanding an answer from you. "For…" "For how long…" "Since we moved here… together I mean…" You finally answered him. There's a loud grunt and a whip of sheets coming off my body. The air is cold that hits my now uncovered legs. Your moan involentary.

He groans. "Are you?" He ask staring down at my bare thighs, clenching them together. Your thought just meld together, thought of Joel and nothing else. "Are you… wet right now?" He teases you.

A rough, warm hand landing on your thigh. Your breath pauses for the first time, your eyes go wide and it's just Joel and you . He's smirking like he knows exactly what he's doing. "You haven't answered me but I can only assume that your soaked through those panties of yours hmm Y/n." His fingers strech down and when they hit the old mesh panties.

"Oh yeah you are aren't you… don't worry princess I'll fix that for you." Joel reassures you. He moves streching your legs open and in sight is your panites with a wet spot growing. He lightly plays with your covered clit the sticky mess covering his fingers.

"Fuck so fucking wet… maybe… oh maybe darling I should just shove two of my finger deep in and you fuck yourself on my fingers." Your eyes rolls into the back of your head, and the moans that fall from your lips is delicous to Joels ears.

Whispering quietly into your ear. Rough voice and chapped lips, "You'd like that wouldn't you darling?" You nod unable to do anything else as he slide your panties to the slide and plunges one finger in without giving a single warning.

Completed on: 06/08/23

Posted on: 08/10/23

TLOU-

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Can you please make 17 of the smut dialogue prompts with Beni? Thank you ❣❣

Hi Anon!! So, this didn't turn out quite as raunchy as I'd intended but I hope you still like it!

Shinmon Benimaru

#50 NSFT Dialogue Prompts: #17. “Now kiss me properly.”

You stood, leaned against the kitchen counter, wiping sweat from your face with one hand and digging halfmoons into the softer underside with the other. Feeling like you're stood in the unnaturally calm eye of a tornado, you heave a sigh and cherish the opportunity to catch your breath.

"There you are," Beni calls as he sweeps into the room. You grunt in tired acknowledgement. "What's wrong with you?"

Struggling to find the words to start, you gesture to the mess strewn from one end of the guard house to the other. "Everything," you mutter, "look at... just, everything."

Beni tilts his head as he takes in the state of you, then the room, a quiet grunt of agreement. "Yeah. Looks pretty bad. You want some help?"

"Can't you just set it all on fire? We can rebuild."

Beni scoffs and smirks. "Quit complaining, it'll only take a little bit. Come on."

You sigh. "If you insist."

Beni chuckles and slides past you, hand sliding across your waist, reaching for a kiss as he passes. You turn your head just enough for a barely-there peck and move to go the other way when Beni's hand on your waist holds you in place.

"What was that?"

"What?" You ask, hearing the sharp cut of you own tone. "We'll have time for that once all this is cleaned."

Beni grunts, lip curled, clearly displeased, but moves on without protest.

20 minutes later and the two of you had made quick work of the kitchen and dining room, agreeing to tackle the rest of the mess after dinner that evening.

As you're washing up two hands grasp your waist, travling slowly around and down your hips, a warm chest pressed against your back.

"What's this?" you tease.

Without a sound Beni turns you around, your hands dripping rivulets of water down his robe as you grip his shoulders. He moves to kiss you but stops short, lips barely brushing yours enough to tickle. You try to chase them but he pulls away, smirk curling at the corners, teasing you again only to pull away.

"You know that kiss was unacceptable," he scolds. You scoff and lean away, grinning, but with a quick hand between your shoulder blades he pulls and pins your chest to his, head turned to nuzzle your neck. A series of warm, soft kisses up to the corners of your lips and another teasing brush of those warm lips against yours, fingers brushing past your waistband to press against you through panties. A breathy chuckle when he finds them damp.

His grin widens as he presses slow, firm circles, middle finger raised just enough to brush your clit. Your breath hitches when he licks his lips.

"Now," he commands quietly, eyes dropping to your open mouth and back, his breath a warm breeze over your tingling lips, "kiss me properly."

He allows you to close the gap, drawing each lip in for a gentle suckle and quick swipe of his tongue and simultaneously slipping his fingers under your panties and between your lips, stroking your clit directly. Your knees buckle but he catches you, lifting you onto the counter with one arm. A little readjusting and he's nestled between your legs, his receding pants catching on his spread thighs, breathless as he mutters a clipped, "good girl."

(Since this post keeps fucking with me in my drafts looking like it's disappeared, I'mma just clench the ol buttcheeks and post it. I really hope it came out okay!!)