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hwasoup · 8 months ago

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Tale As Old As Time

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art credit: marbipa hey guyyyss im backkk!! I had a great break and I even had fun with it as well, the loooonngg awaited Chapter 6 has finally arrived. Now to continue I also have created a discord server for us Miguel lovers out there, the only requirements are to simply be 18+ and that's it !!also you may get to chat with your favorite ff writers on the server !!

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Warnings: some angst and lots of rotting fluff Words: 1.9k

Chapter 6: La Belle et La Bete

Later that night as the beast takes a bath…

“YOU SAID WHAT ?!” “I KNOW I KNOW…I well… we were sitting outside out at the rose garden and well.. I said that she made the world look more beautiful and if I could have a dance with her.. I NEVER expected she would say YES ?!” Miguel said as another bucket of warm water got doused over his body. He sputtered some of the water away from his lips as he wiped his face from the water. “What was I thinking Peter…” Peter chuckles “No, Miguel… It's perfect, you know that the rose has a few petals left which means that by the time the dance shall be held, you can confess your feelings for her”. Miguel gets up from the tub and looks over the curtain “I feel like an idiot…she won't ever love me anyways” Miguel shakes his body from all the water, splashing Peter in the process.

“You know she is the one” “Oh quit it Peter..” Miguel said discouraged…”i shall see you in the morning” he said as he put on some clothes and retired for the night. Peter on the other hand smiled and left his bedroom to meet with the rest of the staff.

As Peter arrived at the kitchen,Jess was in the kitchen as always directing the dishes, forks, and knives to their respective drawers. Miles was simply watching over little Mayday, Gwen was dusting the shelves with her plumes, and Lyla was simply just chatting away with Pavitir

“Everyone, we have work to do, Miguel has finally and formally asked Y/N to a dance…. it's finally time to make this castle shine!”

Miles cheers “and we’ll be human again !!” Jess sighed as she envisioned herself as her ladylike self “human again indeed…” Peter smiled, “When I’m human again, I’ll be good looking again, and I’ll be able to hug my baby in my arms again!” Miles cheers “when I’m human again, I’m going to run out into the garden just to feel the blood rush to my feet!” Jess chirps in “we’ll all get our chance to do what we miss when we’re human again, but for now…we have a dance to prepare!”

The entirety of the staff who lived in the castle cheered in excitement as they could finally tend and maintain their home. Pavitir, who was in the ballroom, started playing music on his keys to compose enough songs for Miguel and Y/N to dance to. Hobie, in y/n’s room, started picking and choosing fabrics in his cabinets and deciding which color suited Y/N the most as well. The brooms started sweeping, the mops and buckets started to work together to start cleaning the floor as well, the coat hangers helped pulling down the dilapidated curtains throughout the castle and replacing them with new curtains, the candles started organizing themselves onto the chandelier, and the cook had started picking and choosing courses for the dinner that will be eaten.

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A week later…The day of the dance has arrived, and here Miguel is taking a huge bath in the tub. Soap is constantly lathered onto his fur, and dirt is removed each time until the water turns clear.

“I-I I’m not so sure I can do this…” Miguel says hesitantly. Peter scoffs “Oh please, Tonight is the night you’ll be able to confess to her, It’s now or nothing!” Miguel looks down as he has a bucket of water thrown over his body “b-but…what can I do?” Peter rolls his eyes “oh please, you have to be bold, daring, and smooth” Miguel nodded as he took note of what Peter was telling him.

After his bath he was taken to his vanity and sat there as Peter kept on babbling in excitement “There will be romantic music, candlelight provided by Lyla and Miles and when the moment is right, you profess your love to her” Miguel sighed “oh please… how would I even know when the time is right?” Jess, who was standing on the vanity with Miles, Gwen, and Lyla all looked at him as they saw his nervousness. “Just some tips from a woman, all you gotta do is woo her with the music” Gwen pitches in “I think you’ll get nauseous when telling the truth...” Miles tries to encourage him “I think you’ll do fine sir…”

Peter looks at him and sighs “stop being so nervous and just tell Y/N how you feel because I swear you will be drinking cold tea for the rest of your life!” Miguel gulped a little and nodded. The hairdresser finally arrived and immediately started working on Miguel’s fur, Others who worked in beauty polished his claws, brushed his teeth, cleaned his horns, and added perfumes onto him. Gwen used her feathers to add foundation onto his face and add his makeup. By the time they were all finished, they turned him around to look at the mirror and everyone’s face dropped .... clearly…the poodle looking updo and white makeup did not look great on his fur. “Ok…I-I can fix this" Peter says.

On the other hand, at the east wing, Hobie was helping Y/N getting into her golden gown. The two of them worked together as Y/N picked the design and Hobie used his magic to make the gown come to life. After Y/N got into the dress, Hobie looked at her and hummed “There sum missin ‘ere” He then looked into his drawers one more time and pulled out some gold accents. The wardrobe smiled at Y/N as it decorated her gown and added sparkle and shine “now yer ready Dovie” he says softly. Jess arrived at her door and cleared her throat “it is time...”

Y/N stepped out of her room and stood by her side of the stairs, on the other side she spotted Miguel, his mane was tied with a ribbon in the back and wore an extravagant blue suit. Y/N blushed a little at his appearance, seeing how his arms bulged out a bit from his suit and how tall and gentlemanly he stood. Miguel on the other side saw her and his heart melted, she was truly gorgeous and seemed extremely precious in his eyes. The two slowly descended from each side of the staircase and met in the middle. “Join me for dinner?” Adenira smiled and nodded as she held onto his arm and walked alongside him for dinner. The two sat beside each other and enjoyed a nice 3 course meal, the two laughed and dined and enjoyed a pleasant meal together. Eventually Pavitir arrived with a small ensemble and started playing music. Y/N heard it and smiled and got up and grabbed both of his arms “come, dance with me “she said excitedly. Miguel was just too enamored by her and got up with her to the ballroom. “Pero…no sé cómo bailar…” Y/N smiled and brought his arm around her waist and held his hand on the other side “then learn with me” She then started waltzing with him. Miguel was a little awkward but eventually figured out how to dance with her and confidently led her and twirled her around the ballroom. Y/N was just so happy to be dancing with him and laid her head against his warm furry chest. The two waltzed and waltzed until both of their feet hurt. Once the two danced their hearts out, Miguel led her out onto the balcony and looked at the stars with her. He sat down on a ledge and nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he built some courage to speak to her.

“Y/N?” Miguel says tenderly. Y/N looked up at him and smiled as he got closer and held her hands. “Estás feliz conmigo ?” Y/N smiled at him and nodded “claro que si” she said softly but then she suddenly looked down. Miguel noticed and frowned “what’s wrong?” Y/N sighed... “Well…it’s just that…I wish I could just see my papa…por solo un momento…I miss him dearly...” Miguel looked disheartened for her and thought about how to make her wish come true. Then he remembered…the magic mirror, He smiled at her and held her hands tightly “there is a way, come follow me!”

He excitedly took her all the way to his room in the west wing and took her to where the rose was on the table. On the side there was the mirror. He took the mirror into his hands and handed it to her “this mirror can show you anything you wish to see” Y/N took the mirror into her hands and whispered, “I’d like to see mi papa…please” The mirror glowed yellow and revealed to her the current state of her father. In the mirror it showed Mauricio lying in bed weakly with what seemed to show that he was ill and with a fever. “No…papa…” she said worriedly “Esta Enfermo, h-he may be dying and he’s all alone” she said looking up at Miguel. Miguel looked at her with worry as well, he didn’t want Y/N to feel so anguished over her father’s current state. He took a look at the rose and looked at it with all the pain in his eyes…. he knew what to do…he knew the consequences…and he knew…that this could be goodbye... “Then...you must go to him.”

“Que?” Y/N looked at him surprised and approached him. “I release you… you’re no longer my prisoner...” Y/N looked at him with relief and with much empathy towards him “I’m free?” “Yes…”

Y/N approached him to return the mirror to him. “No…keep it.. So you could at least have something to remember me by” Miguel looked at her lovingly and also with much hurt in his eyes. He had to take in her appearance one more time before she left, caressing her hair and watching as the locks fell from his paws. “Thank you for understanding how much he needs me now.” she said softly. Y/N’s eyes were filled with gratitude and with so much tenderness…she was afraid of never seeing him again, but at least the magic mirror would give her peace of mind if she wished to see him again. Y/N caressed his face one last time and left the room. Miguel reached towards her but stopped himself. His ears drooped and he sighed.

Jess noticed Y/N walking away from the room and she peeked in to talk to Miguel “I hope I can assume that everything went perfectly” she said with a smirk. “I let her go.” “What? But why? how could you do that Migs ?!” Jess said in shock. Peter walked in and his heart dropped as well watching the scene before him. “I had to Jessica…I did it because…I Love Her...”

Jess sighed and walked out of the room to break the news to the rest of the staff. Little Mayday sniffled “so I won't bwe a whittle girl again?” Miles hugged her tightly as he comforted her. Lyla sighed “but we were so close!” Peter chuckled to himself as he looked down dejected “After all of these years, He’s finally learned to love.”

Heartbroken, Miguel watches Y/N ride Felipe out the palace gardens and to the gates And he roared….

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sordidmusings · 1 year ago

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Switching Up Roles - Part 2/2 (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: gif relevant cuz this mf gets his hand privileges revoked 💀 I have finally finished it QuQ getting Buggy to admit his sub desires to you for anon is here! I really hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy 🤍 there's lots of filth but there's also a lot of them being sweet dorks together and painfully in love because I couldn't help myself whoops

Word Count: ~8.5k

Warnings: feminine leaning afab!reader (no pronouns), NSFW my dude, very sub side of switch!Buggy, face sitting, oral (both receiving), light restraining, praise, degradation, edging, p in v, creampie, brat taming im p sure (Buggy doesn't mean to be a brat, petulance is just in his soul), takes a little to get to the sex but then it just keeps happening lol

Enjoy turning the clown into even more of a hot mess 🤡

Part 1

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Buggy is, for once, at the door to your shared room, kicking off his shoes for the night, right when the last colors of sunset begin to fade and no later. His hat is pulled off and thrown with little care for where it lands and his gloves are yanked off and flung away. He stomps over to where you sit on the bed with heavy feet, plops you fully onto the bed with a complaining grunt, and flops his full weight on top of you with spread limbs. You would be chastising him right now, but all the air left your lungs when he belly-flopped you into the mattress. A few forceful breaths re-inflate your lungs, but by the time you have your words prepared, Buggy is finished with his prolonged and dramatic sigh, and he greets you with a “heya, sweetcheeks” that barely makes it out of the comforter engulfing his face.

Gods, you love this silly little man.

“Hello, lovebug,” you reply with a fond giggle. “I’d ask how you’re doing but the dramatic entrance told me everything.”

Another complaining grunt is his response.

“Sounds about right. How about this?” You shimmy yourself a touch so you can fully move your arms and slither them under his coat. Your fingers touch his sides before sweeping in and trailing next to his spine all the way up his back. You dig them in just enough to create resistance then you drag them all the way back down to the small of his back. You feel his shiver in your own body and bask in his happy sigh. “How about you let me take care of you tonight? You really need to spend some time relaxing before your body falls to pieces that won’t listen to you anymore. I don’t wanna have to put you together like a figurine again; you don’t come with assembly instructions.”

Something that sounds like “needing a waxing” vibrates into the mattress.

“You’re gonna have to repeat that one, Bubs.”

With a huff to let you know what an absurd effort you’re making him go through, Buggy turns his head to lay with his mouth next to your ear. “I said ‘sleep is relaxing’, dumbass.”

You easily ignore his toothless insult. You begin massaging the muscles under your hands on his lower back to ease him up some more. “Well, yeah, and that’s why I want to help you sleep like the dead.”

Ever a man with his mind frolicking in the gutter, Buggy gets some new found pep. He breaks out the rough whisper he knows you love to say, “And how do you plan on doing that, sweet treat?”

You turn to him and inch in close enough to speak against his lips, “Why waste time telling you when I can show you?”

Buggy’s pressing his lips to yours before you finish the final word. The kiss is full of ease with its slow rhythm and syrupy movements. You pull back to tease his lips with a brush of your own and take a moment to savor breathing the same air. Buggy won’t let you stop for long; his impatience for your touch always becomes all consuming after he gets that first taste. He’s still gaining more energy back and using it to put more strength into his movements. He props himself up on one elbow and his opposite hand slides over to palm the base of your skull. His thumb brushes the sensitive skin behind one ear and his fingers easily reach to the other, leaving you completely at his control. He gently sucks your bottom lip before giving it a hungry nip, and it comes back to you that you’re supposed to be leading this night somewhere.

When you go to pull away, Buggy’s hand keeps you exactly where he wants you. He responds to your attempted escape by teasing his tongue between your lips. This man clearly knows how weak you are for him, because you couldn’t keep yourself from deepening the kiss if you tried. Why would you ever deny yourself these moments where you could taste each other’s want on the smooth slide of tingling tongues? Wait. No. Focus.

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he breathes out in response to another attempt to pull back, this one weaker. “Don’t you wanna be my good little slut?” You let out a high-pitched moan into his mouth at that, internally cursing him for being so hot. “I need my cock-hungry pretty baby to make me feel good. Didn’t you want to be my cocksleeve? My little toy to fuck whenever and however I want?”

Yes, yes you did. You loathe your past self for giving him that ammunition to use against you right now. Without meaning to, you spread your legs fully, making space for his hips to shimmy flush to your center. He rewards you with firm grinds of the thick bulge straining against his pants. His movements are unhurried, letting you focus on every moment and the way his cock drags on your heat, reminding you of every time it had you drunk on pleasure before. The promise it gives you is mouthwatering. You realize that you may have miscalculated. You had thought his brain would be too fried from the week to use your soft spots against you, but here he is, getting you wet and pliant with one deep kiss and some choice words. What a bastard.

You try pulling away again and are met with the same result. Fine then.

Buggy squawks and flinches back when you pinch his side. He splits at the waist to keep his lower half on you and floats his upper body out of your attack range. The look he gives you is absolutely seething, but you would not be moved. You remain unimpressed.

“I did pull back multiple times. What if I had to sneeze and you made me headbutt you?” you reason, knowing it was too obvious that you were enjoying yourself to pretend otherwise. The way your legs are still happily hooked around his hips would be all the argument he needs against you.

“You always do those little prep inhales and reel back like you’re getting an exorcism. Would’ve given me plenty of time to get out of the line of fire,” Buggy grouses, crossing his arms to give you his most petulant pout.

You make an exaggerated gasp and distort your voice to sound tearful when you say, “I thought you loved me for my dramatic sneezes! Have you been lying to me this whole time?”

“Every. single. day,” he deadpans.

“And here I was,” you begin, shoving his legs off and standing from the bed, “Ready to play doting housewife for you and undress you with kisses and massages and love!” You turn your back to him to really sell the soap opera scene. Using the word “love” may have been a little bit underhanded; you both have been skittering around saying your first “I love you”s, only daring to use the weighted word indirectly. Even so, it was always easy to see how hearing the word from your lips would make him forget everything else and seek another hit of it from you.

“Aw come on, baby,” he draws out, already switching from pouting brat to placating lover. “We can still do that right?”

There is a lot of frantic rustling behind you. You peek at him over your shoulder, only allowing yourself to turn enough to see him in the corner of your eye. He is popped back together and is sitting up on his knees. He had skooched himself to the edge of the bed right behind you, where he is now giving you his best puppy dog face. You’re able to hold out just long enough for him to start wondering if your anger was all play before you spin around and chirp, “Only if you make a deal with me!”

Buggy flings himself back out on the bed and groans, “Fiiiiiiiiine.”

“It’s one you’ll like, I promise,” you soothe. You ease Buggy to sit up at the edge of the bed, laughing at the way he’d sway too far into whichever direction you pulled him, staying just one step removed from going dead weight. Once he’s settled into his spot, you take a moment to examine him. It doesn’t go unnoticed to you that his back is hunched forward under the weight of his exhaustion. Though his eyes are playful, they also hold dark bags, which peek out around his makeup. Your heart aches for him. Even when he is overworked and needing sleep, he’s taking the time to goof around with you and listen to your requests. You’d make sure he had the best sleep of his life tonight. You’d get him all clean and cozy and ready for bed and then you’d make him cum so hard that his brain blue screens. Truly a proper recipe for a good night’s rest.

“How’d you take off your gloves at the door but not your coat?” you ask, pushing said coat off his strong shoulders. He helps you by pulling out his arms. While your eyes admire any new skin exposed to you, Buggy keeps his eyes on your face.

“Can’t feel you through the gloves,” he explains. Oh, wow, that’s actually really sweet- “You ever try to enjoy tits and ass through fabric? Doesn’t work as well.”

You puff out an exasperated laugh. Yep, there’s your Buggy.

Before you move on to take off his scarf, you brush your fingertips along his neck and jaw to enjoy the warmth of his skin and the scratch of his stubble. Once the cloth is gone, you begin using your lips instead. He reaches out to hold your hips in a practiced welcome when you settle into his lap. Anywhere your kissing moves, Buggy opens himself up to your touch. You nose his jaw up for his head to fall back and kiss your way along his pulse. Your hand comes up to support the other side of his neck, your thumb admiring the shape of his adams apple. Your other hand hooks into his shirt’s collar and pulls it aside for more access. By the time you follow his collarbone to his shoulder, your kisses are open-mouthed, sucking and licking at his skin. When you move back over to the base of his neck, you feel his throat bob from a heavy swallow then vibrate under your thumb with his pleased hum.

Eager kisses lead you up to his ear, which you greet with a nip. Pulling back, you blow cool air on him to light up the damp trail you left behind. While your lips explore him, his hands explore you. They had started at your hips and are now massaging indulgently at your chest. Like everything else, the motion is not rushed, which perfectly compliments the teasing way he thumbs your nipples through your shirt.

After a sweet kiss to his temple, you undo his bandana, exposing his beautiful blue hair. You guide his head down to rest against your sternum so you can more easily take out the pins and ties keeping his hair in place. Buggy hums in pleasure from the relief in his scalp once his waves of long hair all fall free. You help soothe it further by massaging your fingers from the nape of his neck, around to temples, up to crown, and back down again. You always love when you can play with his hair; it’s become covetously soft in your care and you’ve become addicted to the faint smell of shampoo topped with ocean spray that came from it.

Buggy’s hands move from your chest so he can wrap you in a loose hug. He mindlessly massages your lower back and ass while you tend to him. The break from your kissing lets him regain enough thought to ask, “You gonna let me know about the terms I’ve agreed to or am I supposed to start guessing?”

You give him a sweet giggle and kiss the top of his head. While moving on to unclasp his many belts, you reply, “If you insist then I guess I’ll tell you.” Even his shirt has belts, what is this? Yeah, they look nice, but each one is one more step between you and getting him naked. “What you’re gonna do-” you don’t miss his shiver at the sternness in your tone “-is lay there and enjoy what I give you.” You soften up just a touch. “I’m here to make you feel better. I need you to trust that.”

“Of course I do,” he says, almost offended. He earns a kiss with the ease and earnestness of his response.

Finally, all the belts are undone and his shirt is opened. Buggy pops his arms off so you can easily push it off of him without the rest of his body moving an inch. He reassembles while your hands work on touching every new stretch of skin. You’d never tire of feeling his abs twitch under your touch or tracing the contours of his body. You get bolder, scratching pink lines through the light texture of his blue chest hair. It matches his stubble in a handsome blue, slightly darker than the hair on his head.

With a grip on his hair, you ease Buggy’s head off of your chest. He moans at the pull of it on his tender scalp and hopes you think it's from discomfort. The way you turn your hand so it pulls firmer, earning more sounds, lets him know he’s not fooling you. He finds that he doesn’t care when he sees the appraising look you’re giving him.

Now that he’s sat up, you get back to work on marking him up. There’s a gentle, tingling scratch of hair against the skin of your face while you work him over. Buggy is slowly and surely falling apart between your dominating hand and worshiping lips. Where before he felt the need to muster the energy to meet you for pleasure, he is now surrendering to let you control when and how he feels it. He lets himself lean into your grip and keeps himself relaxed, only moving his hips in mindless grinds. Having this man offer you free access to himself is winding you up quickly. You needed to get this moving along. You could take all the time you wanted soon. After smearing a few more kisses across his chest, you get up to work on getting him out of his pants.

“Come on, Bugs, let’s get you out of the rest of those clothes,” you coo, moving back to stand in front of him.

“You want me naked~” Buggy taunts in a singsong voice like a schoolyard bully, giving you the cheekiest grin. He holds out his arms (making grabby hands of course) for you to pull him up. With a sturdy heave, you get the sleepy clown back on his feet.

“You’ve found me out,” you whisper in fake shame. “Whatever will I do?”

“Well, toots, you can buy my silence with kisses,” he offers.

After giving many quick kisses all over his face, many with exaggerated “mwah!”s to get more giggles out of him, you move on to his pants. Buggy stays quiet and pliant while you undid them and pull them down to his ankles, following them down to the floor. You are happy to see that familiar bulge more clearly while he’s just in his boxers. You kiss along his length through them, making it twitch eagerly. His hand comes to rest on your head, letting you know how much he wants you to stay there. You look up at him, making eye contact, before pulling back and pulling his boxers down to join his pants. You think it’s cute the way his breath still catches from seeing you like this. It’s also cute the way his hands move to your shoulders to help him balance while you take off his pants and boxers then pull each sock off of his feet.

Buggy settles himself to recline on the pillows at the head of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head. He eats up the way your eyes scrape over every inch of his spread out body. It isn’t lost on him the way your eyes always gravitate towards the prize laying heavy on his stomach, highlighted by a deep blue happy trail and trimmed curls. “Your turn, sweet cheeks,” he prompts.

“Not so fast,” you say, turning away from him and going to grab some items on the dresser. You turn back holding out a cloth and bowl of water to answer Buggy’s raised brow. He is not happy with your answer.

“Come ooooon,” he complains. “Aren’t you used to the makeup by now?”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” you respond, gesturing to the marks he’s left on your face and chest. “But our skin will be happier without it and you’ll feel better sleeping clean and without a whole stage show’s paint on your pillow.”

“But I want you on me now,” he growls. Okay that greedy tone almost won you over, but you could use his weak spots too.

“I also..” you had wanted to only play shy but found that the feeling became genuine. “I also want to see you bare faced tonight.” Buggy narrows his eyes so you continue. “Don’t get me wrong, the makeup is sexy - like obviously, you’ve seen how I get - but you’re handsome without it too. And sometimes all I wanna see is you.”

He relents easily, trying to hide the blush that burns up his cheeks and down his neck. You reward him by making very quick progress of getting him fresh faced and cleaning the smears off of your own face and body, before moving onto your clothes.

You’d like to say that you were sexy in the way that you stripped yourself, but the reality is that you were quick and unchoreographed in your rush to get back to Buggy. He’d never complain though; there’s already plenty of your mouth watering strip teases filed away in his mind. There was also a rush in knowing how quickly you want to touch him again. And in the way the rush has your tits and ass jiggling.

Buggy reaches out to welcome you back into his lap, but is blindsided when you move to grab and spread his ankles instead. The way you crawl in between his legs is slow and maddening. Where’s that impatience that had you tearing off your clothes? Buggy can’t lie, he does love the way you’re kissing up his legs and the way it lets him savor how your body moves and curves. His worn body and thumping heart are addicted to the way you’re touching him. The problem is that he’s having trouble thinking of anything beyond the way his cock throbs angrily at the lack of attention.

The whispers, nips, and kisses that you layer on his thighs stay just on the right side of ticklish. Buggy’s hands follow your movements, brushing into your hair and tugging gently whenever you find a particularly sensitive spot. You keep at it until his thighs are twitching and jumping to your touch and he’s lost control of the pace of his breath. It’s only then that you begin teasing his cock with soft lips and cold blown air. You mix in firm, sedate licks to keep hinting at the relief your mouth could bring.

Buggy detaches his hands and begins to trail them down your sides. He’s hoping that playing you with his fingers would urge you along. Beyond that, he needs to feel how slick and warm you are and get his mind ready for the feeling that would soon slide over his aching cock by sinking his fingers into your plush grip. You quickly stop his plot by plopping your hips flush to the bed so that he can get no further than groping your ass.

“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say you could touch me yet,” you reprimand. Buggy whines back at you and you nip his upper inner thigh. “Hands,” you command, holding your own out. Even with his protests, he detaches his hands and floats them to your own. You link your fingers together with his then shove his hands down into the mattress, leaning your weight on them.

With him disarmed, you focus back to winding him up. Taking his head into your mouth, you begin swirling your tongue. Buggy manages to keep his hips from pushing more of him into you, but they shake with the effort. You turn your head to the side and begin massaging his head into the inside of your cheek, careful to keep your teeth off of him. He bites out curses and looks down at you to burn the image of your cheek bulging from his cock into his mind forever. He begins to let his hips lead the movements pressing out your cheek, so you pull him back out of your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Buggy pleads. He needs to keep feeling you or he’s sure he’ll go insane.

“I didn’t hear you say please,” you snark at him. He starts chanting the word for you in hopes to fix his mistake and earn your mouth back, but you’re already decided on the matter. Instead of sucking on him again, you simply nose around his hips and crotch to tease him, using what you could with your hands occupied restraining him. You found you enjoyed it; he smells strongly of clean skin and sex and the new method of touching him lets your brain notice new details to cherish. “It’s too late, silly clown,” you taunt.

When he can take no more, Buggy detaches an arm and bends it around the back of your neck. He pulls you into him by the crook of his elbow and growls out, “more”. You glare up at him before quickly taking him back into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, grinding his head there while sucking harshly and gripping his balls.

Buggy yelps out an apology, the sensation way too much to process so suddenly. His arm flies back to him and you ease your grip on him. You soothe him with a few gentle bobs of your head before popping off and leaving a kiss to the soft skin on the underside of his cock. That sharp hit to his nerves chased by the tender touch fogs up his mind.

“I’ll do what you want, please tell me what you want,” he begs.

“What I want-” you’re crawling your way back up his body, “-is for you to be honest with me. Tell me what you’ve been hiding this whole time.”

Buggy’s face scrunches in genuine confusion. “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“You sure?” you press. You lean towards his lips, which gently part in anticipation of a kiss. The moment before your lips brush, when you feel his stuttered breath, you change course and ghost your lips across his jaw to his ear. “But it would make me so happy if you just told me,” you whisper. “You usually make me feel so good.” You can feel him listening intently. “You don’t want to be good for me?” He stills completely. “Don’t you want to be my good little toy?” His whole body shivers beneath you. You kiss and suck your way down his neck and he leans his head away to give you as much access as possible. “Just say it baby and I’ll make you feel good.”

If you weren’t so busy buried in his neck, you would see the breathtaking mix of apprehension and need flaring in his bright eyes while he debates how to answer you.

“I want you to use me. I-” he trails off and looks away, losing his nerve.

You begin gently petting his hair and placing kisses on the side of his face. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He looks back at you and his shining eyes and furrowed brow plead for the promise that you’re telling the truth. You give him a firm kiss on the lips, which he eagerly returns with a small suckle to your bottom lip. You pull back to check in, looking into his eyes, before encouraging him again. “Keep going, lovely. I wanna hear it.”

Buggy tenses once more before he seems to let his resistance break and fall out of every muscle, leaving him limp and prone amongst the pillows and sheets. “I want to be your toy - I want you to take charge and do what you want to me. I want.. I want to follow your orders.”

The kiss you gift him is ravenous, and he fills with relief. “You’re so good to me, baby,” you praise, and that relief triples.

You reassuringly squeeze his captive hands and lead your way back down his body with your lips. The transition helps relax him and loosens his mind again. As you get back to your sweet torture, he keeps reaching downward not remembering that his hands aren't there then whining when he doesn’t reach your head. You switch his hands to being clamped between your knees so you can scratch your nails down his thighs, using just enough pressure to leave long pink trails. Taking it further, you move your mouth away from his dick to work across his v-line. Buggy gets more fussy at the lack of attention on his cock, squirming and whimpering below you.

Mouth still busy on his soft skin, you use one hand to palm over his balls to the underside of his dick and curl your hand closed around him, one finger at a time. You angle his cock upright, enjoying the feeling of his precum beginning to trail down across your fingers. Your mouth changed course back closer to him, emptying his mind of any thoughts but “yes, yes, yes-”. He blanks out completely when your blazing hot tongue drags across his balls during a squeeze and a pump of his dick. The relief is short lived when your grip loosens and stills and your mouth leaves him completely. His head snaps down to see why you stopped and he sees that you’re already giving him a malicious smirk. Your eyes stay on his when you pucker your lips to blow on his aching tip. His head snaps back sharply, the movement exaggerated by his hair.

“You’re going so sloooow,” Buggy complains, frustrated. “I thought you were gonna take care of me.” He sounds impressively sulky.

“If you’re not happy with my services,” you start in a measured tone, moving forward until you are nose to nose, “then you can take care of yourself.” His face pales. You look down at his dick in your hand thoughtfully before saying, “Better yet I can just steal your cock and run off to the showers to take care of myself.”

“No!” Buggy wants it to come out like an order but it is definitely an anxious plea.

“Oh, so you’re telling me I can’t?” He shrinks even more under your glare, making you feel powerful.

“Just stay in here, pleeeease, need to see you feel good,” Buggy begs, voice small. “Don’t even need to cum, just need you.”

You aren’t supposed to give in unless on your own time, but knowing that he’s only thinking of your pleasure is making you weak.

“I thought you wanted to be my good little toy and good toys don’t whine and make demands. They are happy with what they’re given if their owners give them anything at all.” He whimpers. “Right now you’re more of a fucking brat.”

“Noooooo,” his broken complaint sounded delicious, but the look on his face was nearing too close to real distress.

“No?” You mock. You look down at him with a condescending pout. Your eyes bore into his, needing to notice every little detail of his next reaction. “Oh, baby, if you’re not a brat then you’re just a pussy-hungry slut.”

Buggy shuts his eyes and moans loudly at your words. The sound of his own voice calling you a cock-hungry slut many times over echoes from his memories. He didn’t think having his own insults turned on him would feel so invigorating. It’s clear to you that that is much more what he wants to be for you. Your slut; not your brat. How sweet. When all his layers are peeled back he only wants to please.

“That’s okay you sick little thing. You just can’t help it, can you?” He shakes his head with those gorgeous, shining eyes pleading at you. “If you’re so hungry, I guess I gotta feed you so you can shut. up.”

Before his mind even realizes that you began moving, you flip around and sit directly on his face. Your strong thighs are clamping his arms down to his sides, leaving his hands to be snatched up in your own again. You’ve positioned yourself so his mouth is at your clit and his nose is teasing your entrance. He gives a thick inhale and presses his tongue out to lap at you with a satisfied moan.

“Much better,” you groan, completely self-satisfied.

You waste no time before you begin rocking your hips. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of him licking and sucking at you, overly enthusiastic about having your pussy in his face.

“Now stick out that tongue for me,” you order, giving him his only warning before you drop much of your weight down to get the best pressure of his tongue, nose, and chin against you. The sensation has you clenching against the surface of his nose, getting it wet. You switch between a few long grinds from cupid’s bow to chin and making sharp circles of your clit on his tongue.

Buggy barely gets any time to fully breathe and he loves it. His head has become a murky swirl of your addicting taste and smell and the lovely sounds of you moaning for him. It sends pleasure prickling through him, making him burn with need, but he’s sure he’d stay on this painful precipice forever if it meant you kept using him to feel good. Buggy’s moans are becoming slurred whines as he gets drunk off your pussy. He was trying so hard to be perfect for you. He would stiffen his tongue to grind back into you or curl the end up for you to use on your clit. He’s ignoring his nerves at having his nose be an active participant, because he feels the way you follow its pressure. His hands are clamped on yours, floating in front of you to give you better leverage to move. He’s done good to not pull either of them away and give his leaking cock the relief it desperately needs. He deserves a reward.

You bring his hands in to place them on your breasts, where they need no direction to start working you. The warm, grounding pressure of them kneading your breasts is broken up by little circles, pinches, and pulls to your nipples that send tingles to your spine and straight down to your clit. Once they’re settled on you, you curl forward to place your head back in front of his red, twitching dick. You put your elbows down by Buggy’s sides and take advantage of the fact that he’s too lost between your legs to notice where you’ve put your face.

Buggy arches and yelps when you blow strong, cold air on his head and tease your fingertips along his Apollo's belt. His utter excitement at your attention shows in his bucking hips and pressing face. His whole body is buzzing with the thought, “I did good!”

“Your mouth is fucking good, perfect for an eager slut” you praise. Buggy keens loudly into you, sending strong vibrations through your pussy. “I’ll have to steal your head as my seat more often.” You flick your tongue on his frenulum, earning a strong twitch. “I’ll hunt you down any time I need to cum and force you down under me,” you promise in a husky voice.

Finally, you slide him into your mouth and moan at the familiar taste and weight and heat. He’s as sensitive as you’ve ever seen him, hips and cock jerking. You tease a hand down to cup his balls and feel them pull tight while his dick starts a familiar pulse, his voice going wild in your ears. Oh?

“Not so fast, stupid doll,” you warn, moving your hand to make a tight ring around the base of his cock. “Thought you could just cum without getting me off first?”

Buggy tries to get out apologies but his mouth is too busy buried in your pussy.

“I’m touching you as a reward. Don’t get greedy,” you scold. Then you’re putting him back in your mouth and he’s sobbing under your cunt. You couldn’t do anything more than light sucking and trailing your hands on him before you’d have to pull back and keep him from cumming. Each time, he’d try to apologize and each time he would look and sound more and more pathetic. By the time you feel the pressure of your own orgasm pulsing throughout your hips, he’s shaking like a leaf.

The crackling complaint Buggy let out when you pulled yourself off of his face was heartbroken. His fingers slipped and pulled as they made their way from your breasts down to your hips, where they weakly tried to pull you back down on him.

“Shhh sweet boy,” you soothed, placing your hands reassuringly over his, “I’m just gonna use your cock now, gotta give that pretty face a break.”

That quickly distracts him from the loss of your touch, if his urgent pleas and raised hips are anything to go by. You get down to his hips and lean forward slightly, gripping firmly onto each of his warm thighs for stability. You admire the lines that twist over them as his muscles move and react to you. Feeling a little bit sadistic, you grip them hard enough to bruise and hover just close enough to his cock so that he feels the heat of you there but only the ghost of your touch.

“Please touch me,” he begs. “So close, need to feel you-”

Buggy continues to babble and you continue to hover, delighting in the way his dick would sometimes jump up to tap your entrance, electrifying both of you. He squirms under the strength and weight of your grasp on his thighs, trying to chase you with his hips. Suddenly, he splits his legs off above your grip and is finally able to grind fully into you, gliding smoothly through the thick mix of slick, spit, and precum between you. An absurdly hot groan rushes out of him, starting as all exhale before morphing into a loud tone supported by a rumble in his chest. Your mind blanks with your own gasping moan before you recenter yourself and let your dead weight drop on him, shoving his hips deeply down into the mattress.

You had angled your hips to save your clit from all pressure but the tap of his balls when they bounced up from the impact, but Buggy was given no such mercy. The first hit between your weight and the bed presses his cock near painfully between the two of you, but he can’t deny the way the feeling sent prickles across his every nerve and the relief after it let up has him baring his teeth in his bid to not cum. Instead of nice grinds, you simply oscillate your weight around your hips to keep giving him too much stimulation but not the right kind.

“Am I not doing good enough for you?” you ask, voice carrying a warning that he better answer properly.

“N-no I love it, I was just-”

“Just what?” you interrupt, hand moving from bruising his thigh to cup his balls, adding to the threat in your tone.

“Couldn’t think! S-sorry, I’m sorry -hhhanh- ” Buggy keeps his apologies streaming because he can’t stop disobeying you - he can’t help making tight little movements of his hips against you to feel more of you.

“Having trouble being the one fucked stupid, little whore?” you goad. “Don’t like being so pussy-whipped you can’t think like a person anymore?”

“I love it,” he moans, fiercer than you expected. “Need it -hahh- need you, I’m yours, need to be yours.”

Fuck, you need to get him inside you; you were too close to cumming empty from hearing him talk like that. You keep the hand on his balls, starting to fondle them, and use the other to line him up with your entrance. You can already feel bliss curling in your toes as his fat head presses at you, but Buggy does the last thing you expect - he pulls back.

“No!” his voice breaks and you whip around, scared that something was wrong. He’s staring at you with wide, wet eyes. “Turn around, please, please, wanna see you.” You relaxed knowing he wasn’t hurt or scared or uncomfortable. He begins to have trouble looking at you, turning his head away shyly and letting some of his hair sweep over to shield his face. “Want you to look at me.”

You’re getting whiplash after being thrown from panic to overwhelmed with affection so quickly. You move slowly and smoothly when you turn yourself around and slink your body down over him. You rest on your elbows and slowly lower your hips back down to him, this time grinding his head against your clit generously. Buggy’s head spins between the fire you’re tending in him and the loving way you hold his face and brush away his hair.

“You sure you can take it, honey?” you ask softly. “You can’t even look at me right now.”

“I can!” he asserts, needing to prove himself to you. He turns his face to yours and flicks his gaze to your eyes and away a few times before he’s able to lock eyes with you. You pet his face and continue your smooth grinding, taking the time to look at him like he wants you to. Buggy’s face is the most beautiful shade of pathetic you’d ever seen; shimmering tear tracks highlight skin that is pink and flushed and damp with sweat. The color of his cheeks brings out the ruby color of his nose and you can’t resist brushing your own nose against it. He tries to flinch back but you follow him. When he turns his face away, you lure him back to you with sweet kisses. When he faces you again, you intensify the stable grinding you’ve kept up to nudge him a little closer to the edge once again.

“So pretty,” you whisper, reverent and honest. Your eyes are looking right into his, seeing him in a way that has him feeling worshiped. Loving fingers map out the structure of his cheekbones and jaw, moving on to chart his lips. They kiss at your fingertips sweetly. “I have the prettiest toy on the seas. Better than any other treasure.”

He perks up at that, giving you a moan and bucking hips.

“You wanna be my treasure?” you ask, getting an immediate, breathy “yes” from him.

“Well I love every bit of my treasures, from their gems to their dents,” you tell him. “After they’ve caught my eye with their beauty, the only thing they need to do to stay my treasures is let me care for every piece of them.” You brush your noses together again, staring at him pointedly. “Can you do that for me?”

There’s real conflict in Buggy’s eyes and you slow your hips to let him think. After a few long breaths, his whole body tenses and he nudges his nose back into yours in a hesitant eskimo kiss.

You turn your head and crash your lips on his in a consuming kiss full of teeth and tongue and praises. You’re bursting with your pride and love from his show of trust and he’s lost in the flood of your acceptance. Your hips are insistent again and, without breaking the kiss, you reach down and, at last, guide his cock into you.

Buggy cranes his head back again, so you switch to sucking and biting his neck. You can’t taste or feel enough of him, he’s not close enough. Even when he’s deep enough to lick at your cervix you need more of him. Even though he’s wedged you open enough for you to feel the pressure of it in your hips. Even though he’s crammed between your legs, ringing in your ears, sinking under your nails, sitting on your tongue, filling your breath - none of it is enough, so you keep taking more from him.

Though his hands have found their way onto your hips countless times, this grip felt foreign. Normally they’d hold firm and sure and guide you to move just how he needs you to. Right now, his grip is somehow tighter even though it’s all pawing and clawing. He has no control on how you fuck him, he’s just desperately trying to hold on for the ride and grasp more you - he’d do absolutely anything if it meant he’d get a single bit closer to you - to knowing nothing in this world other than every inch, every sound, every feeling that you have to offer. And then he’d beg for even more.

“Talk to me, treasure, tell me how you feel,” you urge.

“I -mngh!- I-I feel-” Buggy gasps out. It’s clear he’s trying to listen to you but that pretty little head of his is scrambled. He keeps his foggy eyes on you in an attempt to focus, despite how much they want to roll back behind fluttering lids. He pants and moans a few more times before licking his lips and trying again. “-’s good, so good, s-so -uungh- s’gooooood -hahh-”

“That’s my good man, my perfect treasure, my sweet love,” you coo somewhere between a whisper and a moan. The way he’s stretching you open, rubbing at you with his hot cockhead is fraying your control. The freedom to call him “love” sends flutters through your chest. Buggy is just as desperate for the claim, each time he hears the word a keening whine answers it.

“Please, please, need you to cum,” he pants. “Can’t -hhah- c-can’t-”

“You can and you will.” The command leaves no room for argument.

You’re getting so close, feeling the promise of your release in the tingle of your fingers, the heat searing through your trembling thighs, and the tight gripping in your body all the way from your throat to your pussy. The feelings pulse stronger with each clap of your hips to Buggy, each time his thick cock shoves you open and lights up every buzzing nerve that it rubs through your walls.

“Fuck, love, you can cum.” He feels your lips form the words against his racing pulse. It’s hard to keep track of what you’re saying through the white out in your head and the heat licking through your entire body. Your words rush out desperately, trying to get your scattered thoughts to him through a heavy tongue and a lack of air. “You’re so, so good, feel so good, gonna cum so fucking hard, love it so much, fuck, love how you make me feel so good-”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you-” he gasps out on loop as his hips stutter and his cock jumps, filling you up. His pathetic thanks and the feeling of him releasing into you send you over the edge and everything burns so good. Your body involuntarily bucks and trembles on him for a few seconds where you have no say. You find yourself caving into him under the weight of your clenching muscles. Every clench of your cunt around him feels long and gripping and lets your swollen walls feel him with a little more detail. You make small, slow circles of your hips to wring out his climax, which seems never ending. Rush after rush of hot cum fills you until it’s spilling back into his lap, but his hands still encourage your movements and his body still shakes and trembles and he still babbles praises into your shoulder. Even when the aftershocks are settling to fewer and further between, he lets out a pathetic whine any time you stop moving in an attempt to give him some respite. After indulging him in another minute of overstimulation, you slowly lift off of him, receiving an upset groan. You hush him with trailing hands and sweet kisses, which he happily returns.

When his breathing is finally steady, you take a moment to check him over. His face is so relaxed he actually looks knocked out, but he does hum in response to your light squeeze on his shoulder. Buggy’s lashes have always been beautiful, but they look especially nice sending shadows across his cheek bones. His hair is a wild mess around him, and it feels silky between your fingers when you detangle it. His broad chest is still moving a bit fast with his breath, but each rise is a bit larger and longer. You admire the way his breathing moves the red spots and pink streaks decorating him, especially enjoying their contrast to his blue chest hair. His throat bobbing on a heavy swallow points your attention back upwards, and you admire the way his dark stubble makes his jaw even sharper. A little higher, you notice how red and swollen his lips are and how shining tear tracks dry across his face. You’d never seen him so fucked out. It looks gorgeous on him.

Since Buggy is calm and settling, it’s time to get up and clean you both up a bit. This time he communicates his displeasure at your absence with a petulant grunt. You turn back with a raised brow to sass him but break out in laughter instead when you see he couldn't even muster the energy to turn his head toward you. You don’t think this man has even opened his eyes since before he came.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m just getting a towel to clean up.”

A begrudging grunt.

Good enough.

After quickly taking care of yourself, you reappear with a warm, damp towel. The moment Buggy feels your weight back on the bed, he musters all of his remaining strength and pulls you on top of him. You giggle while he grumbles something into your shoulder.

“One more time, Bugs.”

He sighs like you are the most unreasonable person he has ever met, and you laugh at the deja vu you’re feeling. His lips move up to your ear and you hum happily at the tingles his breath leaves behind. “You took too long.”

You roll your eyes. “Sorry, your highness. Just trying to make sure we don’t wake up sticky in a puddle. Now come on, it’s your turn.”

On the third attempt to pull back, he finally lets you go (with yet another grumble) and you set to work on wiping him down. You begin with his face, enjoying the hum he lets out at the light warmth in the soft cloth, and move down to his neck. You spend a little bit of extra time on his shoulders and chest, massaging between swipes of the towel. He obnoxiously flings each arm at you when you are ready for them, just to hear you laugh another time. He enjoys the emptiness of his head while you move to his calves and work your way up. On his thighs and stomach, you sprinkle sweet kisses that leave his heart feeling gooey. He falls in love with you all over again when you blow a raspberry on his side to rouse him once he gets too close to dozing off.

He thinks he is all out of aftershocks until he is savoring the last few when you finish cleaning him up. You leave a loving kiss on the sensitive skin just inside his hip bone, before standing up, again to a groan. Buggy was always touchy after sex (and honestly touchy in general; you’re surprised he doesn’t demand you to hold a detached hand at all hours) but this is something else. It has you thinking of how much you crave his affirming touch whenever he is pushy or rough with you during sex. You’re both lucky that you find his pouting endlessly endearing. Grabbing the blankets that had fallen from the foot of the bed, you finally make your way back to him.

“Took you long enough.” Buggy’s words are bratty, but his tone is sweet and starstruck. He’s making sure to enjoy the last bit of seeing you clearly before you turn off the light.

“Fine - next time I’ll throw you a towel and go find a clean hammock for myself,” you tease. “That should be much quicker.” You plop onto the bed next to Buggy, jostling him, and you fluff the blankets out over the two of you.

“Noooooooooo,” he whines. “You’d leave me to fend for myself like that? I’d die.” Even with the dark, the way you two move to intertwine is coordinated and sure, played out many times before.

“I’m pretty sure there’s cryptid in your bloodline; you should do just fine with survival,” you laugh, snuggling deeper into him. As always, a deep inhale of him (saltwater, spices, leather, smoke, musk) has you immersed in your safe space. “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed untamable man, oh great Captain Buggy?”

“I’ve been domesticated-” you guffaw “-and it’s all your fault so you need to take some responsibility for your actions.”

You settle your laughter and look to meet his gaze. By now your eyes have adjusted just enough for you to see the moonlight from the porthole reflecting in his eyes. The unguarded affection you spot in them stalls your breath.

“Okay.” The word promises much more than he had asked. The meaning seems to reach him, because he holds you just that much closer and plants a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

The brushing of the waves on the thick wooden sides of the ship guides your breath to deepen. The creaking of wooden boards and distant thunking of feet on the deck comfort you with their familiarity. Buggy is just barely hanging onto consciousness, trying to keep his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin. The last things your mind holds onto are the warmth seeping from Buggy’s body, the gentleness of those calloused fingertips, and the sleepy slur of his tender mumble.

“Goodnight, my brightest star.”

#buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #thirst hours #my writing #buggy smut #buggy x y/n #one piece smut #gn reader #afab reader #x reader

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sigmathesillyenigma · 5 months ago

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poll aside, here are some babysitter / guncle gavin headcanons!! ( for damihux's baby )

tw; one, suggestive? mention, everything else is purely sfw

uncle gavin who's surprisingly good at soothing toddlers, gently clasping his hands around their wriggly arms, rubbing his thumbs back and forth against the tight muscle to ground them. he kneels down to eye level and waits for the worst of the crying to be over, cooing softly as he brings the little one back down to earth.

"oh baby, i know. how frustrating. you okay?"

uncle gavin who teaches his niece/nephew swear words the second they get old enough to talk. out of the kindness of his heart ( and wanting to avoid being throttled by damien ) he waits until the baby has said their first word and the whole "ohmygodourspawncantalk" party is over. gavin who gets throttled by damien anyway.

"mmh, me? you know me better than that, i'd hope. i would never-"

uncle gavin who before having the baby over, was forced by freelancer to join them in a sweep of the house, ensuring anything "suggestive" was stuffed into the darkest depths of their closet, away from wide eyes and curious hands.

"mmph, as long as this won't be too much trouble to grab out later tonight."

uncle gavin who took a strange amount of enjoyment of playing dressup. many photos were sent into the groupchat, by both freelancer and gavin himself, of the incubus being glammed up in shitty princess eyeshadow and plastic dollar store extensions. the fun ended when he realised he'd have to waddle around the house for the next two hours in a too-tight princess dress and feet wedged into little plastic heels with aurora's face plastered all over them. uncle gavin and freelancer who when huxley and damien were too busy to pick up their child from school one afternoon, pulled up together and were immediately dubbed "the cool grown-ups" by the kindergardeners. they relished in it, even if it meant they had to spend an extra ten minutes trying to pry their clingy little fans off their legs.

uncle gavin who is forced into playing horsey, tiny hands tugging in his horns, little feet jammed into his ribs, on all fours and not even in the fun way. proceeds to have to crawl around the house and occasionally say "neigh." footage was doccumented in the groupchat. uncle gavin who when the toddler is getting a bit irritable, biting, hair-pulling, throwing things on the floor, just simply laughs, shifts them around appropriately and chides them gently. "ah ah, don't bite. ouch."

@huxleaf @totallynuwonhere @skunkox ( if you do / dont want a tag, comment!!! )

if this isnt accurate lmk via dms!! im still learning so bekind

#redacted #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fandom #redacted headcanons #redacted freelancer #redacted damihux #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted damn crew #redacted gavin

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angelwishess · 1 month ago

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The Look of Love Something.

Eels are cowards. Doves are flighty. It is in their nature to run away.

𐙚 Pairing: Floyd x Kyra (oc x canon)

𐙚 Contents: Kyra and Floyd being cowards yet again, Floyra admit you have romantic feelings for eachother challenge !!! (IMPOSSIBLE), Floyra shennanigans™️ , barely any actual dialog im afraid, a casual game of The Floor is Lava turned into a Lion King recreation, Cheesy dancing (i think Floyd could do the worm, Jade too), idiots being in love, Floyd might be a little ooc pls have mercy ive never written a fic for a fandom LMAO

(THIS IS PRETTY LONG SO BE WARNED LMAO)

They should’ve known better, really.

Whenever Kyra and Floyd were together, they never get anything done. In fact, they do just the opposite— deciding to do everything but the thing they were supposed to do.

Floyd was on clean up duty tonight. He roughed up some customers earlier that day and Azul decided he should clean up his mess. And so here he was, whining and groaning to Kyra about how boring it would be. How he’d be all alone and stuck with sweeping up shattered glass and ceramics, complaining about how lame it was and how mean Azul was being. “It wasn’t my fault!” He whined, face squished up against their desk. Kyra peered over him with a hum, playing with some stray stands of his messy teal hair, before tucking it behind his ear to get a better look at his pouting face.

She knew it was mostly just him being dramatic, trying to rope her into his mess, again. She chuckled at the sight of such a sad face from him. He was too cute for her heart to take sometimes, she just wanted to squish his face and kiss him til’ he was covered in lipstick stains, but she’ll hold herself back for now.

“Why’d you even start a fight in the first place, Floydie?” She hums, pinching his nose which in turn made him scrunch up his nose, shaking off her hand. “Not m’fault. It was his for bein’ annoyin’.” He rolls his eyes, sitting up a little straighter. He leaned against the palm of his right hand, lips still pushed out in a pout.

“Quit sulking, you’re such a big baby.” She chuckles, poking at his cheek. With a huff he bites her finger in retalliation to her teasing, sharp jaws digging down on her delicate flesh. Yet she doesn’t flinch, instead she laughs. Tilting her head to the side and peering down at him affectionately, “Now you’re really acting like a baby. If you’re that upset then I’ll tag along n’ help you out later tonight.”

The mer-eel lights up at that, releasing her finger from his sharp jaws, he grabs her wrist instead. “Eeh?~ Really? You will?” She nods, using her hand that was in his grasp to pinch his cheek gently, “Course I will! I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing you whine like baby all day.” She snickers, and Floyd traps her in a tight squeeze. Knocking the air right out of her lungs— but she doesn’t mind, hugging him back with almost as much as enthusiam as him. “Yaay!~ Shrimpy’s gonna come with me!”

And so, later that night she found herself at Mostro Lounge to help Floyd clean up. Leaving Grim to his own devices at Ramshackle, she assured him it would be quick, and she’d be back before he knew it.

…Of course, things don’t always go as planned. Especially when you put two people like Floyd and Kyra together.

Cleaning turned into sneaking into the kitchen, snatching some of the leftover ingredients to make the most random and strange of food combinations… If you could even call their ‘creations’ that. Pasta doused in chocolate milkshake and topped with anchovies, onigiri but the filling was ketchup, sprinkles and pickles.

A bowl of all of the candy and sweets they could find, filled to the brim with energy drinks like some sort of candy soup, topped off with a scoops of ice cream as if that made it any better…

“Woah, that looks like a heart attack.” Floyd chuckles, stirring the bowl of candy, and more candy. “Not enough of a heart attack, if you ask me! Needs more’a this!” Kyra giggles maniacally, slightly pushing Floyd away from the bowl as she squirts on a disgusting amount of chocolate, caramel and strawberry syrup. “Wooaah. Gross.” Floyd giggles, the concotion of sugar-packed ingredients quite literally bubbling at this point.

“..Do you guys have whipped cream around here?” She grins mischeviously, and he grins back. “Oh, you bet we do!” The duo cackled like a couple of mad scientists in a lab, scheming their next insane invention.

They tried all of it. Naturally. They probably shouldn’t have, Kyra was sure she’d wake up sick tomorrow, and she’ll have nightmares of that horrendous ‘pasta’, but hey! It was still fun! Still, there was so much of it left! It’d be a shame to just waste food like that… Why not give back to the people, right? Tomorrow, some unfortunate lucky students will get a chance to taste their masterpieces! How kind of them.

Cooking turned into playing ‘The Floor is Lava’ in the empty lounge. Bumping into all of the chairs and tables like they were balls in a pinball machine, knocking them over and making an even bigger mess than there was originally.

As they both made a run for it to get to ‘high ground’, a mischevious grin stretched out across Floyd’s face as he stalked closer to Kyra, who was crouching atop a lone chair. Naive. Unsuspecting of the horror that was Floyd who was slowly approaching. Lurking. Her eyes were glued to the floor, so concentrated. As if she was trying to actually turn the floor into lava. It made him chuckle, she was too cute sometimes.

With a chilling giggle from Floyd, Kyra snaps her head to look at him so fast you’d think her head would’ve flied off. Long legs slowly making their way towards her and her sad, lonely chair. “Floyd…” she warns, trying to scoot away from him, legs of the chair screeching against the floor.

“Hiii Shrimpy~” He grinned, drawing closer to her. She leaned over to grab a lamp at a nearby table, pointing it to him like a weapon. “Don’t you dare! Stay back! Back!” Kyra jabbed the lamp-turned-weapon at the air in his direction. But that only made him smile even more, sharp teeth on full display. “Aaw, why though? I thought you liked me…” He pouted, but despite his sorrowful tone his pace never slowed, “Aren’t we best friends?” He drawled out, sharp eyes never leaving her as his hand slammed down against the table Kyra had found her salvation of a lamp on just earlier.

He tilted his head, watching as she scooted away. Rather slowly… Pathetically slowly. Like a snail. Honestly, it was real funny, she looked so determined, too. Her grip on the base of the lamp was tight as she waved it around like a torch instead of a lamp. Like her life really was in danger. He cackled, crawling ontop of the table, teeth bared and his intentions clear. Cold blooded betrayal.

“Floydie— My bestiest of besties! Love of my life! My favorite eel man! Lets talk about this!” Kyra grins sheepishly, slowly realizing her lamp really wont do anything. Such a let down. “Mmm, talk about what? Just earlier you were sayin’ to get away from ya…” his nails dragged across the table, tapping against the surface, “Shrimpy’s so mean. I jus’ wanted to get closer to ya. You looked so lonely from way over there.” He sighed, but there was no light in his eyes. Only malice as he drew closer to the edge of the table— closer to her.

“I was just kidding! All fun n’ games around here, yeah? Come oonn, you wouldn’t actually push me off, right?” She chuckled, the harsh screech of the feet of the chair dragging across the floor backwards rang through her ears, as did Floyd’s laughter.

And before she knew it, she was falling. “Uh oh—“ she yelps, feeling the weight of gravity pushing her down. She had dropped her lamp, it fell to the floor— but she didn’t, not yet, atleast. Sprawled out horizontally, hands gripping the edge of the table while her feet balanced on the wobbly chair. Panicked, she looked up at the figure shadowing hers.

“Love of your life, huh?” Floyd grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the moody lighting of the Mostro Lounge. “You really mean that?” He hummed, tilting his head as he brought his face closer to hers. “Yeah— yep! I did! So, help me out here!” She whined, struggling to keep herself upright. “…Please?” Kyra winced, peering up with pleading eyes. Trying to muster the sweetest expression she could, hoping it’d atleast earn her pity points.

“Hmm…” Floyd paused, tapping at his chin, seemingly deep in thought. “…Nah.”

“Nooo!!“ And with a single gentle poke to the forehead with his index finger, she dramatically fell face first into the floor. She groans, trying to get up only for the back of her head to bump into the table from under. “Ooww..!” She whined, rubbing the back of her head as she shifts her position. Laying so shes staring into the bottom of the table, Floyd cackled, poking his head out from between the legs of the table, meeting her pout with a playful grin.

“I win!~” Kyra huffs, in retalliation she grabs his scarf, pulling him down with her. “No, you don’t.” she laughs, resting her chin against the palm of her hand as she laid on her stomach, lifting his hat that fell on his face when he landed on his back. She sticks her tongue at him, and he pouts. “No fair.” “If we go down, we go down together, right?~”

“..uh oh.” Kyra gulped, eyes landing on something not too far from where they were laying, underneath the table, making her sit up. “Eeh?~ What is it, Shrimpy?” Floyd blinked, turning his head to look to the direction she was— “…Oops.” A fallen soldier. Kyra’s precious lamp, the glass shattered on the ground. Its purpose fulfilled.

Playing games turned into cleaning, again. looking at the chaos that they left behind. You’d think a natural disaster passed through, or a stampede of wild animals broke into the lounge. Either way, they reluctantly began to do the task they were supposed to do in the first place.

The scarf, hat and blazer of Floyd’s Octavinelle uniform were long forgotten, messily thrown atop the surface of one of the couches in a pile of clothes,

His sleeves were rolled up as he fixed the fallen furniture, turning them back upright, sweeping away the remains of Kyra’s beloved lamp with some tears from Kyra. But it was too quiet. So what better to fill that silence than with some music? Floyd took out his phone, connecting it to the speakers of the Lounge that was usually used for Elena’s preformances, even now Kyra can still hear her unforgettable voice playing in her ears.

Floyd’s playlist was a mess.

Well, a better way to describe it was organized chaos, but that also described just about everything Floyd did. Every other song changed from one genre to another, from high energy to slow and solemn. From rock to jazz, pop to indie. There was probably every kind of music genre in his playlist, a music fanatic’s dream. There were bands Kyra was sure even the Music Club didnt know about— who the hell were Tony and The Trebblefingers??

Regardless, they enjoyed every song from start to finish, dancing more than they were cleaning, using the broom handles as mics as they sang together dissonantly, singing their hearts out in the middle of this empty lounge.

Before they knew it, they were dancing together in an uncoordinated waltz. The slow, jazzy music continued to play in the background as they swayed together. Floyd spun her around, they bumped into eachother and laughed. If this was a ballroom they’d definetly get dirty looks, but its just them.

Floyd likes it like that. Just them. Kyra does, too. But they never say it, not outloud atleast.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

The rest of the world seems to dissappear whenever its just them. Suddenly, nothing else really matters other than the moments they spend together, moments that they keep dear and close to their hearts. Moments that keep them up at night wondering if they meant more.

He chuckled, pulling her into a dip. He was about to say something— but he couldn’t. All of the sudden, all of the words he had got stuck in his throat and his tongue tied into knots. His mouth went dry as he looked at her,

…She was beautiful.

Well, he knew that already. Who didn’t? But even so he couldn’t help but stare. The dim lights of the Mostro Lounge painted her features in a beautiful, blue and purple shimmer, highlighting every line and curve of her face, of her delicate features.

She looked just like an angel like this, pretty lights making her eyes shine even more. Her laugh rang in his ears, no genre of music could ever compare to that, he thinks. Theres not a sound more beautiful in the world.

She smiles at him, and it looks like shes saying something, but he can’t hear a thing. His thoughts reeling but halted to a stop at the same time— and his heart beated out of his chest like a drum. His gaze fell to her lips.

Red, and so very soft. No matter how many times she kisses his skin he could never get enough of it. He could never get enough of her. Could never get enough of that dazzling smile that charmed him every single time, whenever she’d ask for a favor and flash that grin she knew he’d melt and fall for it in a heartbeat.

She says something again, he doesn’t know what. All he knows is she sounds pretty. And her smile falls. She stares back.

She stares back at him with the same expression, because how could she not be in awe when he looked so soft? When he held her so gently like this— but he always did. Sometimes it felt like he was scared to hurt her, he never said it but she could tell from the way he’d handle her with such delicacy.

How could she not stare back the same way when he looked so stunning? Mismatched eyes that charmed her from the moment she laid eyes on him, dazzling in this light. He was unique, different. And that made him all the more beautiful, all the more enthralling and captivating. Actually, everything about him was captivating, she thinks. From his smile to his laugh, he was beautiful, in body and in soul. In every way. Kyra couldn’t think of any way he wasn’t beautiful.

He looked at her with love.

She looked at him with love.

There was a beat of silence that fell between them. A tension slowly flooding the room, thick enough to cut with a knife yet just enough to breath all the same. Between them lingered unsaid words that were desperate to finally be said. Lingering questions, an unspoken desire they both shared.

Was this it? Will those desires finally be revealed? Laid out bare for eachother to acknowledge. The silence continued, the only sound being the music in the background and the flowing of water from outside the dorm, but the only thing that mattered right now was them. Everything else seemed to fade away.

The hues of blues and purples painted their figures in a romantic light, everything was perfect. If there was a time to finally let it all out… It was now.

“Floyd i…” Kyra opened her mouth to speak, snapping Floyd out of his trance, but making him painfully away about everything now. The way he was holding her, the look on her face, the sound of water. And he couldn’t bring himself to look away. “I…” Stuck in place like a statue, and his grip on her gets just a little tighter.

“…I think we should get back to cleaning. Azul won’t be happy to see we barely got anything done tonight.” She looks away, cheeks flushed a cherry red but her eyes were almost sad. “…Right, yeah— yeah. We should.” Floyd chokes out, helping her up but he doesn’t pull away. “Whats up?” Kyra chuckled, a sheepish smile graced upon her lips,

“Well, can’t really let’cha go when you’re holdin’ onto me like that.” He chuckles, glancing down to her hands that tightened around his shoulders. She stammers, stumbling slightly as she lets go off him, almost falling. Earning a hearty laugh from Floyd, “Hahaha! Man, you really do act like a fishie outta’ water no matter where you are!”

She huffs, dusting off and straightening her skirt before standing up straight, turning her heel to grab the broom she had discarded when dancing with Floyd, tossed aside without a second thought and laid across the floor, long forgotten. “Oh, shut up! Get cleaning, eel man.”

She throws him the broom he was using earlier, which he catches close to his chest, “oof,” he grunts, sharp eyes following her every move, watching her figure as she turned her back on him to clean up the Mostro Lounge. In a way… He was disappointed.

The same question from earlier weighed heavy on his mind. On his heart, as they cleaned, though it was much quieter than earlier. No words between them were said, and there was an air of silence between them. But they were thinking the same thing, and it was for that reason they chose not to speak.

“Well… That should be all of it!” Kyra grins, clapping off the dust on her hands before placing them on her hips proudly. The Lounge was as good as new! No furnitures or fixtures displaced any longer, no shards of glass nor ceramics scattered on the floor. All thats left to do was to finally close the Lounge,

Floyd let out a low whistle, leaning against the handle of his broom. “Hehe~, as good as new!” He chuckles, placing back the brooms where they got them in the storage closet as Kyra wiped down the last table, hair tucked behind her ear.

She put back the cloth she was using, brushing her fingers through her hair. “Well, um… Guess I should get going now.” She looks towards the exit of the Mostro Lounge, voice softer than usual. It catches Floyd off guard, his head whipping back towards her with an unreadable expression. But that was nothing new.

“Grim must be looking for me by now… And im sure the ghosts won’t let me hear the end of it.” She chuckles, but she falls silent with the lack of response from Floyd. “Well… uh, im off! See you tomorrow Floydie!” She makes her way towards the exit, only to be stopped by a tight pressure on her wrist.

“…Floyd?” She stops in her tracks, looking back at the taller boy who’s head was hanging low. She couldn’t see her face, but she could already tell he was in a sour mood. “…Shrimpy,” he began, his usual playful tone nowhere in sight as his grip on her wrist tightened, almost painfully so. “I, uh… Gotta ask ya somethin’, before you go.”

Kyra swears she can feel her heart stop. The heat on her face from earlier returning back ten times stronger. An embarrassing streak of red painted on her face, and she was sure she looked ridiculous. “Y-yeah…?”

“I—..” Floyd began, but the words died in his throat yet again. How badly he wanted to scream and just let it all out, but something stopped him. Hesitation, a subtle sense of fear lingering down deep in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why. He hated it. He wanted to tear it out himself. Destroy it and make sure it never comes back.

“..Could I stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel like goin’ back to my dorm.”

But he couldn’t.

“Its soo~o boring!~ Shrimpy’s place is much more fun!” Her tense shoulders slumped down, “Oh,” she sighs, forcing a small smile. “Hehe, ‘course you can! Why would I ever say no?” Why couldn’t she say it either?

“You don’t have to ask, silly Floydie!” She giggles, pinching his cheeks gently before taking his hand, and their fingers intertwined together like lace. They fit together perfectly, as if their hands were molded to hold eachother. “You can always stay with me. Cmon! Lets go! Its gettin’ late.”

She chuckled, and he smiled back. They walked together hand in hand, all the way back to Ramshackle. Hands intertwined, talking about whatever came to mind. Partially to forget about what happened tonight.

The stars the only witnesses of this pathetic display of two lovers, unable to admit there was something there. The moon sang a solemn song that night of what could’ve been, and the stars sighed in longing, watching the pair sneak back into the Ramshackle.

Beams of moonlight peeking into the windows of the run-down dorm, kissing the faces of the two who laid together, fitting into eachother’s arms like puzzle pieces in bed. Soft pillows and blankets messily scattered around them, Floyd kept her in a tight embrace, to Grim’s dismay. He grumbled about how Kyra brought back a stray with her, obviously not happy with the presence of a certain eel— but at this point, he should be used to it.

“Hey, Kyra!” A familiar voice rang out the hallway. The white-haired girl turned to see who it was, “Oh, hi Acey! All finished with basketball practice, huh?” She waved, offering him a polite smile. “Yeep.. Hah, heard you went stickin’ your nose in other people’s business again. Helped out with closing Mostro Lounge last night, huh?” The redhead chuckled, stretching upwards for a moment before tilting his head and shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his red varsity jacket.

She rolls her eyes, “First of all— I don’t ‘poke my nose in other people’s business’.” She huffs, poking his forehead with her index finger, earning a hiss from the shorter boy who swats her hand away. She chuckles, pulling her hand away from him. “And second, why’re you asking? Now it sounds like you’re the one sticking your nose into other people’s business.”

She crosses her arms, a smug grin on her face as she watches Ace roll his eyes. “Hey now, i’m nowhere as bad as you.” He points an accusing finger at her, but before she could retort back he speaks again, “Anyways— Floyd was totally out of it earlier during practice! He was so worked up about something, he even got in a fight with one of our guys.”

He shivers slightly, remembering the bone-chilling look of Floyd earlier today after storming out of the gymnasium. He looks back at Kyra, taking note of her expression. A mix of concern, but it looked like she knew exactly what he was talking about. She never was good at hiding her thoughts from her face. It was laughable.

“Did something happen last night? Heard from the other sophmores he was like that all day. And I swear I heard him grumbling about a ‘Shrimpy’.” He raises his brows, sure that hes caught her now.

Kyra freezes like a deer in headlights— but her smile never fades, albeit much more awkward than earlier. She clears her throat, turning away from Ace, his curious gaze still on her. “…No,” she shrugged,

“He must’ve just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Nothing happened last night.”

“…You sure?” Ace raised a brow, his tone suspicious, not buying what shes saying at all.

“Yep. Nothing at all.”

‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ˖ ໒꒱ A/N:

WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT’D BE… Im so sorry i write too much HEHEHE

This is actually the first time im writing a fic with fandom characters and not with my personal OCs!! Sorry if the characters are OOC, i tried 🥹🥹

Anyways!!! Floyd and Kyra are so annoying!!! I hate them!!! No way i finished this before the comic HEELP Thank you for reading if u got this far!! 🤗🎀💗

#🎀! fic #🎀🦈! floyra #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #yuusona #twst yuu #floyd leech #oc x canon #twst oc x canon #theyre so annoying PLEASE #bites them

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hauntedparadisebandana · 2 months ago

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Thinking about Desmond and the gang in a modern au😋

Desmond successfully secured a job at a local coffee shop in town, it has relatively nice pay, easy to do, and he needed a distraction between his classes. Yet besides the rush hour or lunch, he has nothing to do, really. Luckily today was the day the supervisor watched the work in the shop (he despises these days), so he has to run around acting like he's actually getting work done for three hours.

He swept the floor three times, mopped twice, and reorganized the already organized creamers and sugars. Every time he finished a task, the supervisor would nod to him with a smile and walk off to hover he other co-workers. Finally it was his break, he pulled out a sandwich and sat at a table in the back near the far window, while eating his very dry turkey and cheese (he didn't add mayo because he forgot to buy some more) he got a text.

Group of idiots

*Becca* 10:00

>what time are u guys done with classes today????

>let's get food!😋

*Lulu* 10:01

>well I don't get out of class until 11, and I really need to catch up on work Bec.

*Stickintheass* 10:03

>rebecca, unlike you, some people have work to do. I have to finish my paper tonight.

*Becca* 10:05

>booooo, u guys are no fun. Des?🙏🏽

>don't leave me hanging😢

Desmond let out a chuckle before replying

*Dessyboy* 10:07

>I wish, but I'm stuck at work till 12😔

*Becca* 10:08

>UGHHHH I can't believe u guys😩

>wait I got an idea

>what about a study date kinda thing?

*Stickintheass* 10:08

>Absolutely not. Every time we do a "study date," you always end up distracting me and I get no work done. Plus you don't even study.

*Becca* 10:09

>I swear I'll do work the time, pinky promiseeeeee.

*Stickintheass* 10:10

>😮‍💨

*Becca* 10:11

>So is that a yessss?????

*Stickintheass* 10:12

>fine. I'll go.

*Becca* 10:12

>YAYYY

>Lu we'll meet up with u at 11 and then we'll go to des's job to mess with him until he's off work.

*Lulu* 10:14

>👍👍👍

>I gtg, talk later

*Dessyboy* 10:15

>hey I didn't agree yet

*Shaun* 10:16

>you don't have too, you're going. If I have to suffer, you have to too. Plus, I don't think Rebecca will let you off the hook.

*Dessyboy* 10:16

>ok🥲

Sighing, he threw away his trash and got back to doing the same thing over and over again until his friends arrived. While fake sweeping for what felt like the 50th time, the bell above the door jingled, and in walked Shaun, Rebecca, and Lucy. Rebecca waved with much enthusiasm while Shaun rolled his eyes. Lucy chuckled and shook her head at the two, they always irritate eachother, despite living together and studying the same field.

They sit at a booth and talk amongst themselves quietly as Desmond walks over.

"Hey guys, how's your life besides mine?"

Rebecca chuckled "yo des, im great actually, why do you make it seem like you're in hell right now?"

"Because I am. I've been repeating the same tasks for 3 hours trying to make it seem like I'm actually doing something."

"Well dont worry, you'll be off soon. It's only 30 more minutes." Shaun states.

And like Shaun said, the 30 minutes seemed to fly by. He was soon hanging his apron in his locker, grabbing his bag, and leaving the employees' only room.

"Finally free from hell guys, so where are we going?" He adjusts him backpack straps.

"Ummmm we haven't actually established that yet. What about the little Ceasars a few blocks down?"

Shaun groaned "Rebecca we ate there last week."

"It won't hurt to eat there again. It's pizza of course. Oh and let's walk, the fall weather is nice at this time."

The group left the coffee shop and started the walk to the local little Cesars they eat at every other week. None of them actually want to eat there, but it's cheap, and they haven't done any grocery shopping yet. Upon walking in, the group gets hit with the smell of fresh pizza. Desmonds stomach growls as a reaction, all he had was that dry turkey sandwich way earlier in his shift, so he was practically starving.

Once more, they pick a booth big enough to fit them all. Ordering a large pepperoni, they chow down on it while "studying" (writing down things and forgetting about it).

"Sooooo how's classes going for you guys?" Lucy questions to break the silence of them stuffing pizza in their faces.

Desmond is quick to complain, "Ugh, don't even get me started on my professor, biggest asshole on the planet. On top of that, I have a final due soon."

"Sucks to be you, my friend. Me on the other, I completed my final yesterday so I am free from the pain and suffering of work and worries." Rebecca laughs

"Whateverrr."

Shaun glances down at his watch, sighing upon seeing the time. "I'll have to make my leave soon. After noon classes."

"Seriously? But we just got here!"

"Rebecca, it's been two hours. Plus, you weren't studying anyway, and we have the same class to attend idiot."

"Ah. Right," she rubs the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I'll leave with you guys," Lucy quips. "I to have afternoon classes."

Desmond sighs at this, giving all his friends a hug before they are off to class again, leaving him bored.

"Bye guys...."

"Desmond, stop making that face, we're literally all roommates. We'll see you later tonight." Rebecca pinches his cheek and runs after Shaun and Lucy, who are already in the car.

Group of idiots

*Dessyboy* 2:03

>it was fun being able to hang out again😿

*Stickintheass* 2:04

>God stop with the dramatics, we'll see you later.

*Dessyboy* 2:04

>but still, I'm bored now

*Lulu* 2:05

>des, there is plenty to do around here. And why are you texting us already, we just left.

*Dessyboy* 2:05

>😮‍💨

>fine

*Becca* 2:06

>all love dessy😚

*Dessyboy* 2:07

>love you guys too

>oh by the way, can someone please go to the store later and pick up some mayo?

>....

>guys???

>Lu? Becca? Shaun?

>guys please I'm tired of eating a dry turkey and cheese for lunch 😭

#assassin's creed #i love this group so much #desmond miles #ac #assassins creed #shaun hastings #rebecca crane #lucy stillman #modern au #coffee is life #college life #i love them #besties #ac2

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redrydersrequiem · 2 years ago

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Reunited ch 5

*had to sit in a room all morning and just twiddle my thumbs so got some writing down. So here we are chapter 5 again im a baby writer none of this is profed i just write and post. Everyone be kind. In my fic neytiri and jake actually took care of spider, like reader asked them to and the colored text is them speaking in Navi.

Previous chapter. Next chapter

Y/n pov

My mind is slightly eased after speaking with Norm. While he didn’t promise anything he also didn’t flat out refuse us, even so miles has continued to fine tune his own escape plan for us just in case Jake refuses to help. Right now however the biggest hurdle in his plan is Spider. Making sure we can fully take care of him, which evolves a mask that couldn't be tracked and a reliable source of oxygen for him. But after looking into some of the tech the new rda developers have been messing with I found a new type of mask for spider. It was more portable and no longer required to be charged; it would create its own oxygen so I keep my eye out and wait to swipe one when the time comes.While we all continue to follow any leads on finding Jake none of us are truly hunting him just doing the bare minimum to look as though we are all still loyal. It's not till a week later that something big happens. Ardmore has one of her goons call on us to meet Ardmore on the bridge.

Miles pov

I walk into the bride wainfleet and z-dog behind me. Y/n wanted to come but i wanted to keep her as far away from the general as i possibly could.

You called for us general”

“Ah yes colonel follow me, she leads us over to the hollow map now showing a large area of water instead of its usual mountain and tree landscapes.

We believe we’ve found a lead on sully's wearabouts

Really

Yes Mathewson pull up the data

Yes general

The map moves going back to the tree line just outside the rdas search circle. A red dot now displayed

We’ve been sweeping for old equipment from the war making sure everything was together and accounted for. In doing so we came across and active signal from an old fighter helios, it entered the edge of the tree line here and went west, until disappearing somewhere in this small grouping of islands

Thank you Mathewson. Colonel your team will leave at the end of the week, to start searching every one of these islands until Jake sully is found.

Of course General we'd be more than happy to.

Good answer: you'll be meeting up with a vessel we have out there already and they will assist you in your mission. Now go get me some results colonel

Yes ma’am”

Y/n pov

“So what did the wicked witch want?” I ask miles as he Lyle and z come back from their meeting with Ardmore

“There's been a signal from some old pre war equipment, its flown out towards the ocean region, ardmore wants us to follow up on it. She has reason to believe it sully or at least some of his followers.

“Well if it is Jake what are we going to do?

“I dont know darlin, try and contact norm again see whats taking them so damn long and if they dont answer well have to go with plan b.

“Ok ill go out today, and try again. “

“Good take Mansks and prager with you, but yall be quick about you hear i don't need this woman trying to find something to bitch at us about. Espesiclly when she holds your life in her hands ok love.”

“I will love take care of spider for me tonight.”

“I will darlin”

“Yeah no need to worry y/n hell be with his favorite uncle.

“Who says you're the favorite I hear Lopez call out as he approaches us.

“I say i'm the favorite and since i have seniority you can suck it lopez”

The two start going at it like toddlers me, miles and Z all just watching them.

“Don’t worry y/n me and Quartich will actually take care of shit.”

“Thanks z, ok boys let's go. “

We successfully made it to the clearing, ringing the com link non stop, when it was finally answered i could hear an odd sound in the background. It almost sounded like water or something, just reconfirming that whoever it is that answered was probably near the ocean

“Hello?”

“Jake?”

“Y/N?”

“Wow Jake, is it really you?

“Yeah dove it's me.”

“Ha dove I haven’t heard that call sign in years… oh jake i can’t even tell you how happy i am to hear your voice.”

“And I you y/n, now let me ask what's going on.”

“Have you spoken to Norm?”

“Yes I have, I was actually trying to get back to you but some stuff has happened with my family and I got side tracked.”

“Oh Jake, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything but I have to ask for my family and for yours.”

“What is it y/n”

“Jake shits is about to hit the fan here, Ardmore is determined to bring you in and make an example out of you. In her eyes, if she gets rid of you and your family then the RDA no longer has any issues with taking over Pandora like they plan.”

“And”

“And I'm guessing by the sounds of the ocean behind you that she's found where you’ve gone.”

“How”

“They got a signal from some old equipment that disappeared in a grouping of islands. They don't know which island so she wants to send us out to search, and if we don't do what they say they will get rid of us jake.”

I hear jake get further away from the com probably pacing, As i hear muffled cuss words

“Jake she wants to send us after you, but we're stuck if we don't do what they want they will get rid of us. We need to work together and come up with some way to delay Ardmore and get us out, so we can help you.

“Y/n its not going to be that easy.

“Well then tell me what we need to do to make it easy jake cause the rda isn't going to go away again without fully crippling what they’ve got going here. And no offenses but we’ve all been gone for 15 years the rda has stepped its game up. You’ll need our help”

Jake is silent again before letting out a long sigh. “I'll have to talk to some people, Dove. They’ll be the ones that will have to decide if we can do anything”

“Ok jake, we’ll continue to lay our part here but we're running out of time

“I understand here in the meantime is spider still with you. “

“Of course he is jake you should see him interact with everyone and”

“I can only imagine y/n but since he's still with you i'll send out a message to the clan to keep an eye out for him. Ok if they see a human kid with a bunch of Navi in army garb they’ll know who you all are. I'll tell them not to put up a fight that you aren't there to hurt them but you have to act until we are ready to strike. You just can’t hurt anyone

“We wont jake i'll personally make sure of it.

“Good till then keep in touch with me and ill try and come up with a plan to get yall off the radar. If your her only hunting party then getting rid of you will delay them till we can strike”

“Good point.” Mansks says next to me “if we somehow all died or got lost the rda wouldn’t be able to send someone after us right away without occurring more losses.”

“Yeah that would definitely upset the people over the general but it would also piss her off.” Prager chimes in

‘But y/n.”

“Yeah.”

“Be honest with me, I know you will.”

“Ok i promise.”

“Is he the same?”

“No Jake, none of us are the same. They’ve all changed and as the days move they grow more and more used to pandora and want to be a part of it. We’re different Jake, they could be different just like you where they’re on that cusp of not being human anymore but not fully being Navi. We just need help, so I ask you again as your friend. Please help me protect my family.”

“You always saw the best in me y/n, so I'll try and do the same with them. We'll have to meet somewhere neutral though, I'm not going to go through all this for quartich to betray me and hurt my family.”

“I completely understand Jake.”

“Ill be in touch dove, ill get and answer to you by tomrrow at the latest ok i have to talk to some people first so we can start making preparations. Keep this. Link open and let me or norm know if anything happens ok

“Ok jake i will

“Goodbye y/n and may eywa be with you.

“You as well jake. “

The call ends and i stare at the ground thoughts running through my head

I know in my heart that everyone’s changed and I know Jake would also help us, it's everyone else I worry about. While I don't want my family torn apart and used, I also don't want the people and the clans of Pandora to be hurt in the process either.

Jakes pov

“You did what now

“Im sorry tonowari but we have to help them”

“And why should we help these demons?”

“Ronal please”

“They’re are agitated and i can understand”

“Im sorry ok, i'm sorry that i brought this battle here when i told you i was done with war but its not going to go away. Look what's happening the rda hut tulkun, just as you’ve told me, they will not stop until they strip this planet of everything they want and then leave it in the dust to rot.

“If we help y/n and her team they can help us permanently alter the rda, possibly crippling them. We could cut this off at the source once again they have insisted that I don't have any longer.”

“What is it you expect from us jake sully”

“I expect nothing. I ask desperately for help to integrate and teach the sky people new ways, show them that our way of life is fully worth fighting for and then let them help us protect it.” Ronal and tonowari are silent. Exchanging looks with one another. Until Tonowari straightens up once more

“We will help you toruk makto, but know this will all fall on you and your family if it goes wrong.”

“I understand that and I will not endanger these people I refuse. We will set them up somewhere outside of the village until they are accepted and then we can go from there. Does that sound alright?

“Yes, on the grounds that I and my mate meet them as well since it is our clan they must conform to.”

“Of course.”

“Good then see to it Jake sully and keep us updated.”

“I will thank you tonowari, thank you.”

It takes until the end of the week to set up a meeting, being in constant interaction with jake we learn that we need to first meet with the clans leader tonowari since they are the ones that must teach, home and aid us

We take the ikran out and stop in our clearing to dump everything with a semblance of a tracker and leave it there. Spider rides with me today instead of miles. I like holding him close, it makes me breathe easier and Miles wants to make sure we're protected. We told the general we would take a quick trip to gather some more supplies for us since we found the food of pandora worked better for our growing Navi bodies than human food did. It takes a couple hours to get away from the base and towards the designated meeting spot it's an area just breaking into the ocean filled with overgrown roots of trees and moss. We land in a forested jungle esc area. A small stream and pond stints on a cliff face if you follow the stream and go further out into the trees you’ll come across the ocean. It’s truly beautiful though. Spider and I were so excited honestly to see the ocean and its beautiful turquoise blue water. I wish there was a beach to plan on and not just tree roots but hopefully spider will have the opportunity to have an actual beach day sometime in the future, all the ikrans are chirping with glee as we let them rest and drink some water. Everyone else though, were very rigged, ears pinned back and twitching at every sound. Hands twitching towards their weapons but making an effort not to grab them, tails swishing steadily back and forth. All on high alert, because even though we're here to make allies, training can not be easily forgotten.

“Ok darlin you ready” miles asks coming over to me and spider. I try and put a brave face on but my insides are twisted. Im affraid. If this doesn’t go well then well be essentially on the run from the rda and well be all by ourselves. I mean i have faith in my team but we can’t do it all alone and… i brought out of my thoughts by miles pulling me into his chest whispering to breath in my ear.

A few deep breaths and i shake my head he loosens his hold and looks at me

“Are you ready my love”

“It’s just sully i can handle him “

“Miles you I both know it's bigger than that. “ Hes silent

“Miles just promise be to try ok, we all need to reconcile and move forward before none of us can”

“Your right darlin your right”

“COLONEL”. Lyle yells out getting all of our attention. He's looking at the sky. Seeing a group of other ikran flying towards us. Everyone gets in formation, grouping into a somewhat defensive stance but still trying to look open since they all know what's at stake here.

Six people land and depart. Three of them are darker blue like us but there are two others. They look different from the Navi I'm used to, they're a lighter more turquoise blue, they have bigger arms and tails. They also wear shells and netting rather than the braided garments of the forest people.

As they get closer the dark blue male leads, his dreaded hair hangs behind him as he walks with purpose towards us.

Jake?” I ask the male as he comes to a stop a quarter of the way from us.

“Jake, neytiri i hear spider shout out as he goes bounding over to the group.

“Spider!” i hear miles call out to the teen who stops before completely running over to them

“It’s ok,” Jake calls out. Gesturing a hello to Spider. The atmosphere is definetly tense on all sides so i decide to try and break it

“It’s good to see you again jake and you neytiri

Jake smiles and neytiri finally comes out from behind him, no longer able to contain her happiness at seeing the person she used to know in a body gifted by eywa. I meet her half way between the two groups as she holds me at arm's length, looking me up and down. Before gently smiling.

“I see you my friend”

“I see you neytiri” She smiles and hugs me, I feel miles and the other scoot up slightly, miles in spider coming up behind me as Jake and Norm follow behind neytiri

“Tiri, can I cut in” Jake asks coming to stand beside her before also, quickly, hugging me and looking me over as well

“Wow dove, it's actually you, I honestly say I never thought I’d see you again, any of you” Jake says stepping back towards me as he eyes the man behind me

“Quartich”

“Sully, mrs. Sully”.

Tiri softly hisses at miles anger evident on her face, but she says nothing, she's not the only one though, i can tell miles is nervous even though he's trying real hard not to show it.

“Care to get this thing started sully we can’t be here all day.

“Right grab Wainfleet and come meet your new allies.” Miles Lyle and i walk with jake and neytiri over to the unknown Navi

“Ill translate for you jake tells us quickly

“We know how to talk sully miles replies snippaly to jake with wainfleet smirking next to him

“Miles please just relax, go ahead jake.

All right, then Tonowari, Ronal. This is y/n l/n, miles Quaritch and Lyle Wainfleet. They are the heads of their clan with Quartich being their olo’eyktan

“Guys this is the metkayina clans olo’eyktan tonowari and his mate and tsahik of his clan Ronal. They’ve been helping my family and i and have agreed to help you all as well”

Tonowari and Ronal i see you: doing the gesture much to their surprise “And i thank you for helping in our time of need”

Tonowari and Ronal look at each other having a silent conversation before returning my greeting, Miles does a simple nod/bow to show respect which Tonowari reciprocates.

“Jake sully has told us of your life’s, and i refuse to bring trouble to my clan without just cause. In fact we were prepared to refuse jake sully until eywa sent us a sign.”

“She sent me a vision”, Ronal starts “she told me to help you, and i will not refuse Eywas word not matter how much i disagree with so you sky demons will be helped”

“Um thank you”. I say nudging miles beside me to say something

“Yes thank you chief we just ask for somewhere to lay low. Miles spits out

“We just got our family back and we would like to protect it sir. Lyle adds to miles speech

Understandable, as ive said once we get you away from the sky people we will start teaching you the ways of water till you become a part of the clan.

Thank you thank you we will work hard i promise we are all very capable and will earn our place i swear.

“Very well, jake sully?”

“Oh yeah ok well first things first before all of that we have to figure out how to get you away from the rda

I've actually had an idea about that, Lyle states quickly.

Y/n pov

For the next hour we dish out a plan, our team would follow our orders and start searching the islands and the villages, once we get to the preordained village, the ocean clans would unite and apprehend the sky people that have been scouring the ocean nearby. They would capture all of us and fake kill/capture us in their attempts to rescue the toruk makto adopted human son. Hopefully there would be no casualties but the human soldiers that Ardmore sends to monitor us will probably put up a fight. Hopefully we can talk them into staying on the boat. Either way it was surprising how well all the boys got along. Working well to hash out this plan to where everyone was taken care off. It brought a smile to my face till i saw neytiri side eyeing miles, she was till stiff as a board so i decided to try and talk to her.

“Hey tiri can i speak with you for a moment?”.. she agrees and walks over with me to sit on some tree roots near by

“How are you Tiri?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean your stiff as a board and i know your not exactly thrilled with Miles”

“That de… Quartich has done much to me and my family, and i hold much anger toward him, but eywa has spoken and i am trying to listen to her.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be angry with him, neytiri. You know i don't think I ever got to apologize to you.

“For what?”

“For everything for not doing more to stop the attack on hometree, even though I didn’t know they were doing that. Or for stopping miles and the other from joining the war for everything the humans have done to you I apologize.”

Tiri hugs me, both us having tears in our eyes

“I do not blame you y/n for i must also apologize, for taking your mate away from you”

“No tiri neither of us blame you in fact we don't even really remember it. What matters now is that we're here together in these bodies and are able to do better this time”

“Yes.”

“I must also thank you and Jake for what you’ve done with Spider. You out of everyone had every right to never even acknowledge Spider but he tells me he's close with all your kids and that you helped him so much growing up.

“Yes i must admit at first i was apprehensive but as he learned more about pandora the more i saw you in him, i knew you would want him to live a life not in a lab”

“You are correct. I wanted him to be able to experience the things around him so again from mother to mother I thank you neytiri.”

“Of course y/n of course”

Miles pov

“Ok that should be good for now, it’s getting late and your team will need to start heading back Quartich.” Jake says quickly motioning to how dark the sky has started to get the sun beginning to set in the sky

“Agreed, ok y’all pack it up.” I yell to my team all swiftly moving into action

“Sully i would like a word, privately” i say looking over at spellman as he quickly lifted his head from talking to Tonowari as soon as he heard me speak

“Fine, I have something to say to you as well”

Jakes pov

Quartich and i walk over away from everyone else

“Ok sully get this out of the way yeah”. Quartich says bracing himself like i'm going to slug him in the face. Part of me wants to but the more mature part has realized I had wronged this man as much as he had me.

“Im sorry colonel”

“Wait What!”

“Yeah, I'm sorry……. I've had a lot to think about colonel, and ive realized, you guys took me in when i got to pandora, despite my disability you all treated me like a normal soldier. Made me part of your team despite me being assigned to grace, didn’t let me feel like I was just some experiment, and what did i do, I betrayed you all. I immediately made you the enemy when in reality it was the rda that where the enemy we were all just caught in their net, just like now. Which is why I apologize for that but you have to see now why I did what I did don't you?

“I do sully i do, he turns to look at spider and y/n quickly.

“I forgot when i was human that i made a promise to myself that they would come before everything else. I wanted a good home for my family and thought the only way to get it was to follow orders.

“I understand that, which is why i propose a new start”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I say we let the past stay in the past. No longer opposite sides of the board but comrades in arms once again. That we help one another to realize our dreams for our families. What do you say?” I ask holding my hand out to shake and sign the pact.Quartich looks at my hand for a moment for grasping my arm and shaking it a nod in my direction

“Agreed sully, let's take these bastards out, but first lets get us away from them deal

“Yes sir.”’ I say a slight grin in my tone.

“Dad, we're ready!” I hear spider yell out, quickly turning Quaritch's head. We both look over to the boy with a goofy smile pressed on his face.

Hey thanks for taking care of my boy, jake

“Of course, colonel, I promised y/n I would..

“Yeah now let's get the job done.”

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fobredactedove · 4 months ago

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im sorry i dont wanna be that person and bring zoophilia here but-

imagine tboy!joe and andy doing a scene. joe's all tied up on the bed with a little gag in his mouth while andy teases him with a small dildo, edging him and telling him that he cant cum just yet. he runs his hands up and down joes thighs before taking the dildo out, making joe whine and whimper. andy just gives him a look and tells him to be a good boy and wait.

he gets up off the bed and walks out of the room only to come back a few moments later with their dog, a sweet lab. he gets all excited when he sees joe because ohmygosh! its been forever since hes seen his owner! (its been like 30 minutes but hey, he loves joe) he pounces up on the bed, tail wagging happily as he sniffs around. he licks at joes thighs while andy just praises him and scratches his head. joe however, whimpers and tugs at the rope hes tied up with, looking up at andy, confused. andy moves his hand down and leads the pups head toward joes ignored little cunt. he sniffs a minute before starting to lick at it and eat joe out happily.

joe moans and ruts his hips around thinking nonono this is wrong- but at the same time, he throws his head back and just moans because god does it feel good. andy watches from the side while his partner cries out, pleading for andy to let him cum. he pets joes head and nods softly. and joe cums. harder than he ever has. toes curling while he cries out loud, arching his back off the bed the best he can. the pup just licks away at his little cunt while he cums, tail wagging softly. his tongue sweeps through his folds and over his clit over and over again.

andy pets the dogs back while looking at joe. "such a good boy," he says, running a hand through joes hair as well. "but you arent done yet, baby." joes eyes go wide with a small sob as he looks at his dom again. the pup just licks away, digging his little tongue into joes cunt without a care in the world. joe writhes and cries from the oversensitivity. hes never cum more than once before!

andy sits down on the bed beside joe and coos at him quietly, running his hand through his again. "my good boy, j," he whispers. "one more and you can be done okay?" joe nods pathetically, twitching and flinching every time the pups tongue slides over him.

before he knows it, hes cumming again. hes crying out with tears streaming down his face. its so overstimulating. his body jerks and ruts around as he cums, yelling around the gag. andy moves up and gently pushes the dog away, shooing him out of the room for a moment.

he goes back to joe, whos sniffling softly and still twitching a small bit. andy carefully removes the gag from joes mouth and kisses his cheek. joe doesnt say anything as andy unties him and pulls him into his lap.

"you did so, so good for me tonight, my prince," he coos down at joe. he just curls up into andys chest, hugging him tightly.

"hurts," he whispers quietly as he squeezes andy.

"oh you poor thing," andy tuts, gently rocking joe in his arms. "dyou want me to run a bath for you?" he asks. joe nods quickly with a quiet 'mhm'.

he lifts joe up and carries him into their bathroom to set him down in the tub. he turns the water to a warm temperature and puts the plug in before grabbing out a towel for his boyfriend. joe pulls his knees up to his chest, wiping away his tears. andy sets the towel down and turns back to joe.

"i didnt go too far, did i?" he murmurs softly, giving joe a comforting look.

"n-no-" joe whispers back. "just new, i guess."

"okay, sweet boy. ill go grab you some clothes and ill be right back, okay?"

joe whines and gives him the best puppy dog eyes he can. "stay? please?" andy sighs softly but nods, stripping himself down as well before climbing behind his boyfriend. andy pulls him into his lap again, his arms wrapping around joe while his head lays on his shoulder. he gently runs his fingers over joes chest, caressing his fading scars.

"you are the most handsome boy, you know that, dont you?" joe giggles softly and nods, leaning back against andy.

"i love you so much, andy," he mumbles.

"i love you more than you would know, j."

haha my bad that was really long-

not signing my usual anon on this :3 ill just say

🐻 anon

#jt #ah #ah + jt #zoo tag #extra long redacted #brother joe anon

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nathank77 · 3 months ago

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8/3/24

11:19 a.m

I'm disgusted with myself. In order to fall asleep last night bc of like body anxiety (it wasn't mental) I had to take another half. I fucking hate myself for it..

I took like 7 mg of Melatonin in Total, 4 to start, then another 3 with the half. And I took benadryl.

I'm so pissed but what am I supposed to do? Not sleep again before my dad's house and then cancel. I miss fucking weed that's all im saying. That's all I needed to sleep. Just a little weed. And I was out like a light didn't matter if I was going to my dad's or getting a scary procedure the next day or whatever. I could be anxious as all fuck and all I needed was weed and I'd be fucking sleeping.

I'm worried about my tolerance but it takes 4 days... and I'm doing my regular tonight. If I don't sleep I may take a little more...

But the next night if I don't sleep with the regular I'm pulling an all nighter...

I'm really disgusted with myself but I was like if I don't fall asleep soon I'm quitting. If I quit then I'm not going. So yea. I better be okay tonight and the following days from here..

I'm getting ready. My mother is in the kitchen it's fucking annoying. I need max like 1 hour a day in the kitchen without her cleaning and being in the way and I have to fight her to get her out so I can cook my food. I'm cooking dinner soon cause I want to be full for as long as I can be.

I'm trying to be at dad's house by 12-2... if only my mother would leave the fucking kitchen..

I'm going to leave by 5 or 6 p.m the latest. Due to the weather the party got changed from 2 p.m to 4 p.m.

The good news is I won't be there for the presents. I don't want to be for Connors shitty comments he learned from my family.

Idk if I should bring swimming stuff or not. The weather looks nice but the forecast doesn't.

I had it all arranged and then I saw the forecast and put it all away.

Do I want to swim? In theory... it would be fun..

In practice not really. Why? Cause then I have to pack sandals like i have any but the ones I wear in the shower. A towel. I have to wear annoying ear plugs bc I get swimmers ear bad. I have to pack a bathing suit and extra clothes. It's complicated and then if I do swim for a while I got to plant my wet ass on my car seat.

I want to but I dont want to and just the stress of my mother cleaning the whole kitchen right now makes me want to blow my brains out. I just want 1 hours. I'm making fucking Veggie burgers they take like 30 minutes just fucking leave and get drunk in the other room. Go away for 30 minutes to a hour. It's not that hard and it's not much to ask for.

As she talks about sweeping up mouse shit and my ocd is like it's getting kicked up in the air and I'll get hantavirus cause even if I cover my mouth it can get on my food.

Like just leave the kitchen stop fucking talking about mouse shit. What I don't know won't hurt me. Stfu.

And beyond that it's like of course I'm anxious about my tolerance. I'm anxious about the weather.

I'm anxious about having enough time to poop 3 times before leaving bc otherwise I'll need to poop there and I really feel uncomfortable pooping other places.... I'll do it if I have to but there bathroom is right off the kitchen/living room so I want to get this done before I leave. Not to mention I use wet wipes cause my ass is really annoying to clean. And I'm not bringing them with me so like that's always a thought before I go somewhere. I got to shit 3x so I wont have to later so my ocd won't be any worse just dealing with toilet paper that takes 500000x longer.

And my mother is still sweeping and dusting and using chemicals and it's like just GET OUT OF THERE FOR 40 MINUTES AND LET ME FUCKING COOK. Then I can leave. I got to take my pills aka my white mulberries and shit and I need a full meal for it.

I'm already stressed enough about everything I listed above and going to my dad's and I cant even cook. As she stumbles around the kitchen drunk spraying chemicals and kicking mouse shit and dust in the air with a broom.

And I want to think about swimming and if it's worth it but all I can think about is- cooking, mouse shit particles, pooping, and my tolerance. And the drive home in a potential rain storm.

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buglyknight · 7 months ago

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1243) stain-free

i'm smiling while washing dishes

daydreaming about you, again

i scrub the floor free of sushi

sweep the dust

audibly laughing at the amount of

spiders who have moved in

i accidentally injure one

i rid the hardwood of my blood

i clean the porcelain and drywall

i'm done living with the stains

i briefly remember what it felt like

to fall in love with you for the

millionth time

i close my eyes

bathe in the feeling

before it slips away

a second later

i dont know what to say to you, so,

i keep every conversation in my head

how do i respond?

i think about calling but

would you pick up or

tell me to fuck off

i type out a message

erase it three times

save it off to the side

too nervous

maybe ill be ready when i move out

so little time

always looking at your back

is this going to happen again?

do you want me to stay

out of your life?

or just on the outskirts

what would i even say?

machine gun mouth every

thought in my brain?

sorry if i ruined

everything?

i can fuck off if youre

just doing your own thing.

play it cool,

can i take you out

on a date?

i dont want to keep

watching life decay

while youre still five minutes away.

if you want us to stay ghosts

then, i guess,

thanks for the update.

the moon is full again, tonight

i hope you're doing well

all things considered

i think about responding

but i just dont know if youd want to talk

at all

so for now im keeping my mouth shut

my room is clean

i finally got rid of the blood

ill always be right here

no matter what.

goodnight and sweet dreams, Bug.

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m0llygunn · 10 months ago

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friends with b(aby)enefits (eddie munson x fem!reader)

CONCEPTION: Just friends—what a silly concept. Passing the convention of being just friends, you and Eddie spend a night together... then another four months later. Turns out friends with benefits is also a silly concept because you both get a little more than you bargained for...

cw: 18+!, mature language, petnames, smut, pinv sex (unprotected), creampie (with miscommunication), too much teasing (like really too much). (this fic will contain pregnancy in the future!) an: this chapters mostly just smut yeah. kind of like a preface for whats to come (cum hehe) so it could be read as a standalone??? idk im just a girl wc: 6.2k+

0 / 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 00

Just friends. What a silly concept.

Friends through high school, friends after high school, and now, as two grown adults with grown adult jobs, you and Eddie are just friends.

Friends who, in a partially drunken stupor, hooked up. It was four months ago and obviously wasn’t planned. You two had just gotten a little too tipsy, then a little too handsy-feely, and then… it just happened.

The next morning, you two had parted with an awkward avoidance of eye contact, fidgety hands, and an overemphasized amount of distance between the two of you as you both made the agreed promise to never do that again.

Never… almost as silly of a concept as just friends.

It started out as small coincidences.

Four months ago you ordered extra cheese pizza with a side of garlic knots. Tonight, you ordered the same.

Feeling parched from the savory dinner, you helped yourself to a coke from the fridge. The first thing that caught your eye, Iron City Beer– a brand of beer that you rarely ever see in this home, haven't at all since four months ago… four months ago when you drank just a little too much of it. Tonight, you grab your coke and leave the beer untouched.

Four months ago, you and Eddie sat around in his living room watching some R rated movie. Tonight, you do the same.

Tonight, the choice R rated movie has been using jump cuts to tits and overzealous sex scenes to cover its low production value.

Tonight, Eddie’s sprawled out on the floor, shirt off, sweatpants low on his hips, arm propped behind his head.

Tonight, you’re all too aware of the bounds of friendship, but tonight, you couldn’t care less. Coincidence after coincidence has you burning hot with the memory of four months ago.

The movie cuts to a particularly raunchy scene. The main actress: topless, bouncing, very expressive. Normally you’d laugh it off, but tonight, you practically groan, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. The moans of some D lister fills the room and you grow impossibly bothered.

Silent on the floor, Eddie pays you no mind. His oblivion is your virtue and you let yourself focus on him. The lights from the TV glow over his body in the darkness of the room. Shadows cast over the outline of every muscle, making them look more defined and extra sculpted.

It's taunting.

It's not how friends look at each other. Friends– what a silly concept.

Wandering gaze trailing down his torso, with a thick swallow, your eyes sweep down, down, down.

Down, looming around the wispy patch of hair that starts just below his belly button.

Down, lingering at the low rise of his sweatpants.

Down, until your mouth drops agape and you can't help the gasp that escapes your lungs.

With a crane of his neck, Eddie looks back at you before his hands cover his crotch, hiding his very prominent erection.

“Don’t look,” he laughs. Totally unembarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to,” you blurt, taken aback. You meet his eyes and his eyes only, afraid to let your wandering gaze get the best of you again.

His brows raise, looking at you with heavy skepticism until his smirk breaks. “So, you just went from watching this girl’s tits bouncing everywhere to checking out my dick? Sure.” Accusatory and sarcastic. Unabashed. Knowing.

Eddie sits up, swivelling on the carpet to face you, and you pretend that it doesn’t make your body temperature rise. Attempting to play it cool, you don’t submit to your guiltiness.

“I don’t know what you want me to say to that,” you reply flatly.

His smirk deepens and his dimples threaten to pull your attention but you remain strong and stay narrowed into his eyes.

He crosses one leg over the other, hiding his protruding length from the conversation. Using his hands, he scoots himself closer to the couch. You have his full attention now as his eyes shimmer with a mischief seeped in curiosity. His mouth opens to speak and you hold your breath.

“Is this turning you on too or…?” he asks, eyes burning into yours.

Your jaw drops as his unabashed blatancy hits you like a truck. Both your hands condemn you to your guiltiness as they cover your face, hiding your embarrassment. When he's this upfront, you can’t lie. It's a gentle nod, but a nod nonetheless. Yes, this is turning you on.

Eddie sits up to his knees, excitement radiating from him. “I fucking knew it! Your breathing was all heavy like when we… yeah.” He shows his first hint of sheepishness, cheeks tingeing pink, not because of what happened four months ago but because he just made himself all too transparent– he was also thinking about that night.

“Oh? So you were thinking about that and then you got hard?” you retort. The only issue is that Eddie's embarrassment is fleeting. Your attempt to flip the narrative to lessen your own embarrassment doesn't faze him. It’s nearly infuriating how unaffected he is, but you should have known better.

“I’m a simple man,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders in all his boyish charm.

“Eddie,’ you laugh in your defeat, hiding in your hands again.

He pushes off the floor, sitting up on the edge of the couch. His palm comes to rest on your thigh, settling gently.

Moving your hands from your face, his eyes are already on you. He lowers his gaze to his touch on your skin, guiding you to look down. He lets his fingers trail up, reaching the edge of your shorts before trailing back down. Despite the growing goosebumps and the flip of your stomach, his transparency is showing again and you dully try to hold back your laughter.

“Is this…” You let your eyes flick down to his hand and back up to his eyes. “Is this you making a move?” you ask, raising your brows at him.

“This is me making a move.” He nods, letting the warmth of his palm weigh heavier into the plushness of your thigh. The burn of his skin on yours seeps into your bloodstream, traveling throughout your body, reminding you of the ache that's been growing between your legs all night.

You make a quick decision, the entrancement of his touch being more than convincing.

“It's a really shitty attempt at making a move, but I’m biting.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Eddie’s gaze flickers back down to your thigh, squeezing your flesh in his hand before loosening his grip. He looks back at you, eyes burning into yours, making your heart rate pick up.

“You want to have sex again?” he asks, clarifying what exactly you’re ‘biting’. It’s blatant, it’s brash, it’s straightforward, it’s Eddie. Never one to favor beating around the bush or playing guessing games.

“Yes.”

“Well, fuck—” he says, reaching for the remote. “Let’s turn this garbage off then,’ he laughs, hitting the power button, shutting the TV off and darkening the room all at once. He’s quick to stand, pulling you up, muttering ‘bedroom’ under his breath. With his hand on your lower back, he ushers you to the back of the trailer, closing the door behind the two of you.

Just friends is a lost concept as the door clicks shut and he spins you to face him.

Warm hands take claim on your jaw, adding heat to your already scorching cheeks. He pulls you forward, his lips meet yours in a mash of teeth and excitement. Four months ago when you did this, there was more tipsy fumbling than kissing, so it takes you aback, stunning you at first.

Eddie pulls away, noticing your stun. “S’okay?” he asks in a low rumble, tilting his face down to meet your eyes. You’re fine, just surprised.

Nodding, you bring your own hands up, feeling the stubble of his jaw as you pull him in, meeting him with a mirrored fervour. You’re more than fine, you want this. You want him.

Half step by half step, he guides you backwards until your calves press to the exposed edge of his mattress, fitted sheet threatening to pull loose and recoil. He leads you back another step, your knees buckle, and you descend, moving to the centre of the bed, bringing the fitted sheet with you, Eddie not far behind at all. He falls with you, body pressing to yours in a tangle.

After what has felt like a night of taunting, you let your hands roam along his body, feeling everything a friend shouldn’t. You feel from his shoulders, down to his forearms. Greedily you move to his sides, letting your fingers flutter against the ridges of his ribs as you move up to his chest to start the great descent. Down, grazing along the muscles that stole your attention earlier in the night, down where his feathered trail of hair begins, down to the band of his sweatpants that sit even lower than before. You fold your fingers under the elastic, tugging them with silent, lust-filled intention– not at all what friends should do.

“Want them off already?” he laughs. He presses a quick, loud smack of a kiss to your lips before looking at you with an amused, toothy grin.

“Off before I change my mind,” you sneer weakly, breathlessly inhaling between words to fill your kiss-ached lungs. Eddie’s brows raise, looking at you with a flippant levity.

“No need to get hasty,” he responds, amusedly huffing before getting up. You don’t have a second to miss his warmth, in a near blink you watch with desiring eyes as his hands meet the waistband of his pants. He tugs down in a swift pull, letting them fall to the floor.

He stands tall, pants around his ankles. For the second time in your life, you see Eddie in his full nudity. His cock bobs against his lower belly, taunting but also… thought provoking. As he kicks each leg free from the gathered grey jersey-cotton, you make an entertaining realization. He was never wearing underwear.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, gasping at the revelation. “No wonder I could practically see your dick,” you giggle, throwing yourself back on the bed in a giddy way, rubbing your hands over your face as your laughter free flows. Grey sweatpants and no underwear, comical. How naive of you to not realize.

A manhandling grasp closes around your hips, tugging you to the edge of the bed. Peaking through your fingers as Eddie, he stares down at you, pinching his lips together in a loathsome smirk.

“I have to wash clothes, okay?” he retorts, amusement hinting in his voice despite his contemptible expression.

“Sure.”

His eyebrows raise in your clear disbelief. He humphs, letting his eyes trail over you, sizing you up. “I'm guessing that Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has underwear on then?” he questions. His demeanor shifts playfully, fingertips dancing from your hips to the top of your shorts.

“Unlike you, Eddie,” you start, matter-of-factly, “I am very diligent with my laundry,” you tease, despite it not being true in the least.

He laughs, fingers running along the waistband of your shorts. “Yeah? Wanna do mine?” He closes a gentle grip over your shorts, tugging them.

Lifting your hips enough to help him, he pulls them down your thighs, off your legs, tossing them to the side, leaning away just enough to look at you.

“Aww, look at those pretty panties,” he coos, fiddling with the little bow at the front, flicking it once.

Smacking his hand away, you mumble a pointed “quit it,” before taking the hem of your sweatshirt in your hands, sitting up to pull it over your head.

Eddie makes an exaggerated gasp at the reveal, “Well, well,” he tuts. “Miss Goody-Two-Shoes loses her title. Where’s your bra, miss perfect?” he teases. He plays up his dramatics but none of his antics can cover up how entirely entranced he becomes by your bare chest. His eyes are wide and ogling, moving from left to right, and right to left. He swallows thickly but makes it a point to catch your gaze at least one more time, raising his eyebrows at you, waiting for a response to his taunting.

You scoff, not surprised at all by Eddie’s teasing. You hate to admit it, but it’s one of your favourite things about your friendship— how you two banter. It comes easily to the both of you, and you know it’s from a good place. So you play into it, it wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t. It’s simply what friends do.

Tilting your head, you quirk a brow at him. “Do you just want to just talk?” you ask. “Should we put our clothes back on?” Gathering the material of your sweater in your hands, you start the motions of putting it back on, watching him pointedly.

Just when you cover up his ogle-inducing view, pulling him right from his gawk, he takes your top from your hands, frowning as he tosses it over his shoulder. Like the flip of a coin, his expression changes to a deep smirk. You know he means business now as he dives onto the bed next to you, pulling you upwards with him so that your head rests on the pillow. He does it all silently, making it abundantly clear that he's biting his tongue, punctuating the end of his teasing and taunting preamble by quietly positioning you to lay under him.

He lowers himself to you, nudging at your nose with his, coaxing you to tilt your head upwards. With his mouth so close to yours, you anticipate his kiss only to be left waiting, sighing as his lips barely graze yours on their descent downwards. He coasts his lips down the point of your chin, across the edge of your jaw with nothing but the hair-raising almost contact and the heat of his breath on your skin. He moves down, farther and farther, giving you shivers up your spine. His lips finally connect to your skin, pressing a hot, wet kiss to your neck.

Kiss after kiss to the sensitive skin, you weave a hand through his hair, using your other to grab desperately at his back. The air in your lungs becomes thicker, needier, and you swallow it down with a heat that radiates through your body, hugging the catalyst of your desire closer. His mouth trails across your neck, up, leaving you tingly and the shiver of a chill in his wake. His mouth closes, sucking gently, and you gasp.

You're not alone in your desperation. The brave hands of a man with nary a shame roam your body, taking no time to ease into feeling you up. His palms smooth down your hips, rounding to snake between your body and the mattress, pressing into your skin as he reaches your backside, going as low as to where the tops of your thighs crease below the cheeks. Touching, feeling, appreciating.

With liberal squeezes, his hands don’t still for long and neither does his mouth. His hands begin their ascend, and his lips continue their descent. Feeling every curve and angle of your body, you're left needing more when his touch becomes grazing, tickling, taunting– cruel.

Your low whine turns to a heavy gasp when an exploring hand finds your nipple, pinching it between his thumb and finger, rolling it gently. It's only another tease when he doesn't do the same to the other side.

All encompassing heat, you’re at your ends wit when his kisses become more sparing, turning chaste and gentle, no longer granting you the heat of his mouth against your skin– cruel.

“Eddie,” you whisper.

“Hm?” he hums between quiet soft kisses against your collarbone.

“More.”

Abiding silence, he kisses across your chest, reaching the precipice of your other collarbone. Chaste, gentle, soft– cruel.

“Eddie,” you say, impatiently.

No avail, not even a hum. His kisses almost breach the plumpness of your breast but he lingers too high to grant you that satisfaction.

Brash by his taunting, you reach a determined hand between your bodies, finding his length and squeezing it in your grasp. A heavy, hot breath pushes out against your skin in a groan, only adding to the burning heat that spans throughout your entire being.

You let your fingers slide down his length and his forehead presses against your chest. You hear his heavy inhale. “Okay, okay,” he breathes out. He doesn't move from his spot against your sternum and you tug a little faster, emphasizing your touch on the head of his cock.

With a low groan, he pushes himself upwards on his forearms, his face now fully visible to you. Rosiness that spreads from cheek to cheek, his eyes are heavy, half lidded as his brows pinch tightly, creasing all the way down to the bridge of his nose. Him, hard in your hand, and the sheer lusting-pleasure across his face, he’s all alluring features that only add fuel to your fire.

He’s been teasing you mercilessly, and you burn searing temperatures because of it, but you don't forget that he was hard before you even made it to his bed– you use that to your advantage. Rounding your thumb over the head of cock, you feel the seeping pre-cum. Something tells you he was thinking about this long before your wandering eyes made their discovery. Something tells you his teasing isn’t just to draw you out, it's for him too.

“Fuck—” he breathes out in a heavy exhale. “Feels good,” he rasps, sucking in air. “Do you— shit, do you want me to go down on you?” His eyes squeeze shut as you bring your fist over the head and back down.

“No– just want you inside,” you whisper. His cock twitches in your hand and a choked breath gets caught in his throat.

Pride long forgotten along with plenty of other silly concepts, desperation takes reign. Desperation becomes an all consuming driving force.

“Think I should.” he hums, “I’m gonna cum way too quick.” His voice goes gravely with your languid strokes. He puts a hand on your wrist, stilling your movements while he takes a deep, steadying breath. He flutters his eyes open, blinking away his daze born from your touch.

“Please Eddie. Just want you inside.”

He blinks heavily again, nostrils flaring. His hand around your wrist tightens with his attempt of conservation, but his twitching cock gives away his lustful desire.

“Fuck— but if I cum—”

“Eddie,” you whine, huffing out of impatience. With an impish shake of his head, he sits back on his heels, releasing your wrist as his cock slips from your grip. He looks at you, feverish grin coming back as he regains his composure now that your hand isn't on him.

He hooks his fingers in your underwear, meeting your eyes for permission. With a heavy nod, he pulls them down, groaning deeply as your wetness makes them stick to you. A low grumble of something unintelligible sounds from the cavern of his chest but you're too far gone to focus as you feel the cool air of the room meet your soaked core.

You barely notice the toss of your underwear to his bedside table as you become far more entranced by his cock being so close to where you need him the most. So close, yet the touch you get is a palm to your lower belly, right above where the heat of your desire lays buried down deep inside. He skates his hand lower, leading his touch downwards. His thumb breaches you folds first. He’s quick to find your clit, quicker to steal your breath, making you jolt from the sensitivity of your button and the abrupt contact. Quickest of all, you relax into his contact with a sigh nearing relief.

“Look at you,” Eddie whispers under his breath.

He passes his thumb through your folds again, abandoning your clit to spread your wetness around. The ache of needing more becomes unbearable.

“Want you, Eddie,” you whisper back, hips bucking up as he starts making small circles on your clit.

Small circles, eyes narrowed and focused on your cunt, speeding up, your chest heaves but you clench around nothing. His thighs are so close to yours, cock hard, and even closer than before.

You heave out a petulant whine. “Eddie, stop making me beg,” you say, shifting down the bed, trying to get closer to him. His free hand grips your hip, keeping you still.

“M’not,” he mumbly replies, holding onto you tightly, “but you do sound pretty doing it,” he says, chasing his words with a soft laugh. He slows the speed of his thumb to nothing, hand retreating to grip around the base of his cock. He paints his length with your slick in a single tug upwards, stopping just before he reaches the head. Cruel. Cruel. Cruel.

“Hurry,” you whine, knees shaking with pent up emotion. He laughs again.

“I gotta look for a condom— if I have one somewhere...” he trails off, eyes moving around the room.

Frustrated and beyond impatient, you feel like you could explode. “No– just hurry,” you plead, grinding your hips down into the mattress.

Every sense of logic disappears, every conscious thought blurred, every concept of being just friends is crossed out in a big, bolded, jagged red ‘X’. If this is what it takes to stop the anticipation, to stop the bone deep burning from lighting you aflame and eating you alive, you’ll do it, as long as he just hurries.

“No condom?”

“No, don’t care.”

Blurred, blurred, blurred with empty-headed desire.

You huff, pushing your cheek into the pillow, arching your back for any friction. A pathetic grind down into the mattress has Eddie's hands on your hips, positioning you in front of him.

Witless, totally witless as moves in towards you, dragging his cock back and forth over your clit. Witless, besides the huffy restlessness caused by his teasing— because he’s still teasing. He passes the head of his cock down from your clit to your opening and back up, spreading the slick of your wetness up and down, up and down. His cruel teasing gets the best of you as you whimper, a broken, cut off noise in the back of your throat.

“Please,” you whine. He answers with a heavy breath, maybe it’s a laugh, but you’re too far gone to give it much thought. Reduced to tunnel vision— wanting one thing and one thing only. Drunk with desire. You don’t remember this from last time.

Finally, he lines himself up, pushing in just enough for the head of his cock to sink in. You moan with a sigh of insurmountable relief, reveling in the stretch.

“Fuck— missed your pussy so much,” he groans, pulling the head all the way out and pushing back in again. You whimper, just wanting to feel all of him.

“More,” you whine, grabbing at him where you can. You tether yourself to his forearm pressed into the mattress beside you, pulling him as close as he lets you.

He pushes in just past the tip, only giving you the slightest bit more, pulling out once again. It feels personal the way he teases you, and you are not opposed to retaliation. In a swift motion, you raise your leg, hooking it around Eddie’s waist, pulling him flush to you.

“Hey,” he protests, laughing airily. “I am giving you more, Jesus.” Despite his protest, he lets you pull him into you and you feel the kiss of relief chased by Eddie's lips on yours. His hips meet yours and you feel immense relief as he fully bottoms out inside of you. Eddie pulls back just enough to look at you, but you keep your leg locked around him, sighing contently with the stretch of him finally filling you up.

“Look at you, what a happy girl now that you have my cock inside of you,” he taunts. He presents himself as unaffected, but his breathing falters between his words, giving away just how worked up he is too. Good. You loosen your grip around his waist, using your hands on his hips to guide him, but he stays planted in place.

“Eddie,” you huff, and he responds with a breathy laugh before bringing his thumb back to your clit.

“Be patient or it’s gonna be over in less than a minute,” he says in a strangled voice. His cool demeanor that he was evidently trying to hold up shatters as he sucks in a wavered breath, trying to steady himself.

You can’t help but smile to yourself. All this build up, all this teasing, and as soon as he’s inside…“Two pump chump,” you tease.

“I’m trying not to be.” His touch presses firmer onto your clit, making small circles again, and you want more but you let that be enough for now. Clearly, you're the kind one in this friendship. He takes long breaths and you relax into his touch, closing your eyes to focus on it.

For a moment, you get a taste of friction as he pulls out just enough to get a better view of your pussy, switching to rubbing your clit with 3 fingers instead, making you gasp.

“Just like that, you like that?” he says, voice going low, sparkling at the heat in your belly. You can tell he’s getting comfortable now, calming himself down with familiar banter.

“Good,” you moan.

“Just wanna feel my cock so bad, huh? You desperate for it?” he says, eyes flickering from your cunt to your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. The stretch, the slow building pleasure, his low gravelly voice– he’s being cocky now but you don’t care, he's giving you what you need.

“Just want to feel it,” you hum.

“So polite too, saying please for me to fill you up.”

“Please,” you echo mindlessly, once again reduced to an empty head with only the desire of wanting to feel the movement of his cock inside you.

“Such a good girl when she’s begging for my cock,” he whispers under his breath, and all you can do is hum an agreement when he pushes the short distance back into you, his balls pressing against your ass before pulling out again, starting his thrusts.

The sounds that escape your mouth are unwilling but come naturally. You don’t think twice about them, letting just about anything come from you at this point. You’re all moans, and whimpers and mindless babbling. How Eddie, your best friend got you here, is a question for later.

He switches to a rolling motion, moving both arms beside you as he leans forward to press kisses back to your neck. His lips, adding to the fire, you need them on yours. You need to feed the heat.

“Kiss,” you whisper, breath turning to pants as his hips drag along your clit with each roll. You feel the familiar burn in your belly and it’s as if the only answer to your prayers right now is his lips on yours.

He lifts his head from your neck. When he doesn’t meet your waiting lips, you open your eyes to see him just watching you, eyes gliding over your features. Impatiently, you raise your head up, chasing his lips, and only then does he move into you, kissing you back down to the pillow.

His hips pick up speed, rolling turning back into thrusting, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

“Feels so good, Eddie,” you gasp against his lips when a particular thrust hits perfectly against your g-spot. He continues that same motion, and you let your pleasure guide you, grinding your hips up into him, tightening the grip of your leg around his waist as you feel yourself getting close already.

“Fuck— you like that?” he says, each word punctuated with a slew of heavy thrusts.

“Mhmm, please don’t stop,” you cry, feeling your belly getting tight. Hands with a mind of their own, you reach up wrapping both arms around Eddie's shoulders, keeping him impossibly close to you.

Each thrust chases your mind further and further away, consciousness melting into nothing more than mindless moans as you propel towards your high. He brings you to the edge, weaving a hand between the two of you again, pushing you right over with quick passes on your clit. Your mouth falls open as your body spasms, your orgasm taking over.

“S-shit,” he curses in a hard, strangled breath, face contorting in pleasure as the tightness of your contracting cunt squeezes him. So wet, so warm, so perfect around his throbbing cock, he moans low and long, near whimpers resonating from the back of his throat.

Falling deeper into the mattress, your whole body blissfully pulses with each uneven thrust into you— magnanimous waves of euphoric aftershock that absorb you whole.

“G-gonna cum,” he says through a held breath only to heave after the words are finished. His brows pinch together with finality, deep creases forming as he lets go. Still lost in bliss, all you can do is echo him.

“Cum,” you harp mindlessly. His words keep you rooted to reality, but not enough to exist beyond being the blur of your pleasure.

His rhythm stutters, delivering sloppy presses of his hips to yours. Sloppy thrusts to jerking movements, he presses deep inside of you, cock lively with a pulse, balls tensing against your ass, as he reaches his release.

“Fuck. F-fuck,” he grunts, voice turning into a whimpered moan as he works himself through his orgasm with more unsteady, jolts of his body. The subtle warmth of his cum and the obscene squelch of his continued thrusts just barely grabs your attention as your mind begins to clear.

With a final huff, he falls down into you, your leg sliding down from around him, meeting the mattress. Clarity hits you all at once. Panic invades and your eyes that had fluttered shut burst open wide with your sudden realization.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out. Eddie shifts slightly, relieving you of his weight, he clearly doesn’t understand the magnitude of the situation. “Oh. My. God,” you repeat, louder and with more urgency. Eddie goes ridgid over top of you before his arms are flexing, pushing himself up.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, perfectly replicating your panicked urgency. With his disheveled bangs pushed back, you can see each and every worry line set deep with concern.

Gaze to gaze, your mind races with so much clarity— so much clarity that never existed until right now. With a heavy blink, you attempt to swallow down your panic.

“Did you just cum inside of me?” You know the answer but you don’t know how else to say it.

Eddie’s face relaxes, a flash of relief coating his features when he realizes you’re not hurt or in pain. He lets out a heavy breath, a breath you’re jealous of because your lungs feel like they’re hardly working.

“Eddie,” you prompt when he takes too long. He looks at you with a hint of a smile.

“I did…” he starts, with a boyish tone, a tone he would use when he’s in trouble and trying to get his way out of it. “Was I not supposed to? Last time—”

“Last time I was on birth control,” you interject, absolute panic taking the forefront now.

You watch as the iron-weighted realization settles into Eddie. His eyes go wide and his face pales. He swallows thickly before opening his mouth.

“And this time you’re not?” he asks, barely above a whisper, his own panic ready to bleed out.

“No!” you shrill, eyes going wider in horror. Eddie’s panic washes over his face but he's quick to blink it back. His expression changes into something you’re not sure of.

“Well, why aren’t you?”

It’s a mixture of reprehensible and disbelief. Feels too close to blaming you— and if the tension wasn’t so high you would have told him that your insurance didn’t cover the brand you were taking anymore, and that you were waiting for a doctor's appointment to get a new one. The tension is high though, and the way he’s looking at you puts you in defense immediately.

“Don’t make this seem like it’s my fault! You should have got a condom and maybe if you weren’t teasing me I would have—” you start but Eddie cuts you off.

“You said it was okay, and last time—” he begins but you cut him off just the same as he did to you.

“Jesus Christ— last time we were drunk, Eddie!” you say far too loudly, cringing at yourself. Eddie’s mouth opens then shuts. You take a breath, attempting to calm yourself.

In tandem, you both take a figurative step back from the argument. A shared realization this time— in respective ways, you both did this. There isn’t a singular finger to point and there’s no good in trying to put all the blame on one of you.

Voice filled with plainness and objectivity, you state the facts. “You’re right, I told you it was fine. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight, and I forgot.”

Eddie nods, eyes leaving yours as he mulls his mouth back and forth, searching for his answer.

“I’m— I’m sorry too… for that,” he says. You think he’s done speaking but with a quick shake of his head he continues. “For assuming I could cum inside of you because of last time and… for trying to blame you,” he clarifies.

“It was an accident. On both of our parts,” you state, level headed and straightforward. “It’ll be fine,” you state but the rise in your voice makes it sound like a question.

“It‘ll be fine,” he echoes quietly, no more sure than you are. He meets your eyes, his mood shifting to something a little more hopeful. “It’s not like you’re gonna get pregnant from one accident, right?”

“No…?” you answer with incertitude. Pausing, you try to rationalize the situation. “I mean, people have accidents all the time,” you offer. He nods agreeingly.

“Probably everyday,” he affirms. His gaze turns more hopeful, as does yours.

“Right, and not everyone gets pregnant.”

“Exactly— so… we’ll be fine.”

“We’ll be fine.”

Taking a deep breath, your lungs still feel like they only fill half way, partially because of your worry, partially because Eddie’s still laying on top of you. Tapping his chest, he gets the hint, muttering a quiet apology as he pulls out and rolls to your side.

A beat passes and it’s quiet. Both of you lay side by side, entirely lost in your heads. It would be productive to talk it out instead of the band-aid conversation you just had, but neither of you speak. Instead, you lay in silence for what feels like forever.

Staring at the ceiling, contemplating every single thought and action that brought you here. Analyzing each and every coincidence after coincidence that somehow all feel a lot less coincidental now. The room is eerily quiet, especially with Eddie by your side who normally speaks a mile a minute, and it’s unsettling. Both of you, lost in thought, individually conceptualizing your potential futures. You take a few more deep breaths, exhaling them through your nose and forcing your panic out. It doesn’t work very well though.

Eventually, breaking the thick pensiveness of the room, Eddie offers to get you a towel but you decline, opting to use the bathroom and get ready for bed. He does the same, and grabs clothes for the both of you to change into.

It’s not necessarily awkward between you two, you’re both just clearly lost in your heads, the unfortunate spout of miscommunication weighing heavily in the room.

When you both get into bed, Eddie turns off his lamp, and only the shuffling of blankets can be heard as he settles back down.

“Do—” he breaks the silence, startling you and making you jolt.

“Hm?” you hum, turning your head to see him. He laughs softly, the corners of his lips turned up.

“Do you want to cuddle?”

“Oh,” you pause, you hadn’t even thought about cuddling, so lost in your head you had accidentally put a foot of space between the two of you. “Yeah, sure.”

His hand moves to your hip, pulling you backwards as he shuffles towards you, coaxing you to your side. Little spoon, he tucks you into his chest, supporting your head with his bicep snug in the curve of your neck, his other arm hugging around your middle.

You barely have a chance to think about if this is weird… cuddling with your friend like this, because this certainly didn't happen last time when you both had just passed out wherever you fell after the fact. Any potential contemplation if this is weird is pulled out from under you when Eddie’s quick to disturb the silence yet again.

“So…” he starts. You hum, letting him know you’re listening. He pauses for an extra moment before continuing. “What do you want to name the baby?”

A horrifying joke that catches you so off guard that you can’t help but break. A laugh rips from your lungs and it's in such poor taste but you can’t help it.

“Shut up,” you scold, jetting your elbow backwards and catching the edge of his stomach. Tucking your face against his arm, you bite back your smile and any further encouraging giggles while he proudly laughs at his own joke.

Because that’s all it is, right? A joke? An ill-conceived joke?

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