#lean clean brie

[forlorn-crows]

More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.

Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?

uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out

cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.

Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done. 

The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.

The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell. 

“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”

Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval. 

“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”

Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.

Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside. 

The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater. 

“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips. 

Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.

“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.

“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.

Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean. 

“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face. 

He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table. 

“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”

Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”

“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”

“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.” 

Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion. 

“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder. 

Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt. 

“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”

Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick. 

“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so. 

“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”

The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments. 

“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”

Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful. 

Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning. 

“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly. 

Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels. 

Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood. 

“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep. 

“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. 

“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.” 

Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.

“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”

Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day. 

“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”

“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.

“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”

Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines. 

“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”

“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”

Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”

The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet. 

“Fuck—”

“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”

“—yeah—”

“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.

[oizysian]

VIII. SHE’S MARRIED, IDIOT

All Eyes on Me masterlist

Word count: 1.6k

•

"Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty."

I smacked the finger that was poking at my cheek and opened my eyes, a smiling Brie staring down at me. She was sitting on top of me and Lizzie was still sleeping soundly beside me.

She poked at my face again and I whined, shaking my head to get her hand away from me.

"I'm up, I'm up. Lemme just rest my eyes for a second."

"No." She bounced on top of me, shaking the whole bed and disturbing both me and Lizzie. "Your flight is in a few hours. You gotta get up."

"I told you, I'm up." I pushed her off me and she rolled onto the bed, giggling deviously as she moved away from us.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking down at Lizzie who was now half awake next to me.

"Lizzie, we gotta get up. Brie won't let us sleep in any more."

"She doesn't have to get up, you do."

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes. I hated the fact that I had to go, but I did. Brie and Lizzie had to get back to their normal lives and I had to get back to streaming.

"Why does she have to get up?" Lizzie asked sleepily, and I looked over at her, watching her rub the sleep from her eyes.

"I'm leaving soon." I said somewhat sadly.

"Oh." She replied, just as gloomy as I was.

"C'mon," Brie said, tossing a rolled up napkin at me. "You still gotta pack and get your hoodie from your girlfriend."

"I wouldn't have to pack if you guys didn't go through my stuff and leave a huge mess."

"Sorry." Lizzie said bashfully and I smiled at her.

"It's not your fault. I know it was all Brie's idea. Besides, you look better as Commander Shepard than I do."

"Commander Shepard?" She questioned, looking down at the N7 on her chest.

"She's from a game. Mass Effect. One of my favorites."

She tried to discreetly snuggle deeper into the hoodie as I got up from the bed, stretching as I tried to shake the sleep from my person.

"What time is your flight?" Lizzie asked and I thought for a moment before responding.

"Twelve, I think. Or Twelve-thirty."

"Either way, it's in about three hours."

I groaned again and started picking up my clothes from the floor, stuffing them back into my suitcase haphazardly. I was exhausted and upset that I had to leave. And I didn't know how Brie managed to be awake and alert after everything we did last night.

"Are you coming with us to the airport, Lizzie or are you gonna leave before we do?"

"I'm coming, of course!" She said, almost offended.

I looked at her over my shoulder and I couldn't help but admire her with her bed head and sleepy eyes. She was beautiful.

"I really appreciate you guys coming with me. Traveling alone is still kinda nerve wracking."

"Of course, Y/N." Lizzie said, standing from the bed. "What kind of friends would we be if we didn't?"

"Shitty ones." Brie cut in and I laughed.

"You're right. Shitty ones."

"So, as your bestest best friends, we will take you all the way to the airport."

I turned around and smiled at Lizzie, finally finishing my packing and zipping up my bag.

"You're gonna need a disguise. Brie already has one."

"Oh. Oh, yeah."

I picked my SnapBack up off the nightstand and leaned over the bed, plopping it onto her head.

"There ya go. You'll be undetectable."

"But, what happens when I have to give it back?"

"We run." Brie said and I nodded.

"And we hope that nobody is paying attention."

Brie grabbed her hat and put it on, then took her sunglasses and clipped them to the collar of her shirt.

"I can let you borrow my glasses once Y/N takes back her hat."

"Thanks, Brie. I appreciate it."

I smiled to myself, happy to see the two of them getting along. If anything came out of this trip, it was their newly blossoming friendship.

"Alright, let's clean up and get ready to roll."

•

I dragged my suitcase behind me as Brie led us towards the airport, Lizzie trailing close behind me. She was still wearing my hoodie and hat, and so far, nobody noticed us. Thankfully, I was still a nobody, so even though I didn't have my hat, I was still able to blend in.

"Alright ladies, we're here."

Brie stopped in front of the doors and Lizzie and I followed suit. I looked from Lizzie to Brie before Brie walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it, but within a second I was hugging her back, squeezing her tight.

"I'm gonna miss you, kid. Come back soon, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

She pulled away from me and smiled, backing away and letting Lizzie approach me.

The other blonde stared at me for a moment before hugging me also, squeezing me even tighter than Brie did.

"I'll see you soon. I'll be in New York soon for the Hattie Harmony book tour."

"I'll definitely have to come and get a book signed."

She pulled away from me and smacked my shoulder lightly, removing my hat from her head and putting it back on my own; backwards, just like I wear it.

She started taking off the hoodie and I stopped her.

"Keep it for now. It'll give us an excuse to hang out again even after your book tour."

She smiled and nodded at me, hugging me once more before standing next to Brie.

"Bye, guys." I said sadly. "I'll text you when I land." I directed that comment to Brie.

"And me!" Lizzie butt in and I nodded.

"Absolutely, Miss Olsen. I'll text you both."

With a final smile, I turned around, dragging my bag along behind me as I entered the airport. My vacation was over and it was time to go back to reality.

•

"I'm sorry I was gone so long guys, but I'm back!" I said to my chat as I started up my stream. It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime.

The messages were out of control, pouring in so fast I couldn't even keep up with them.

u met lizzie !!

Is she fruity irl?

omg y/n you actually met Elizabeth

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

Okay, so most of the comments were about me meeting Lizzie, which was expected. Some of the usual trolls started busting my balls about it, but overall the reaction was good. My community was filled with generally good people, so most of my viewers were just excited to have seen me with the woman I was absolutely in love with.

The first stream back went well. It was about five hours long and I noticed that even Brie stopped by to chat for a little bit, which was a nice surprise.

When it ended, I checked my phone because I had been ignoring it the whole time, and I was surprised, yet again, by the fact that Lizzie messaged me saying she saw some of my stream. Wait. She saw some of my stream?!

Oh god, what embarrassing things had she seen? Did she see how much my chat brought her up because of those pictures? Did she read the things they said?

Oh wow, so what'd you think?

I responded cooly, and within a second she was replying.

I think you're really funny. You had been so shy when we hung out, I didn't really get to see your sense of humor.

I got nervous 😅

Why, silly?

'Cos I was hanging out with Elizabeth Olsen and Brie Larson! That's crazy on the nerves haha

Psh. Next time we hang out I wanna hear some of those goofy jokes I know you've got hidden inside you.

We'll see if I can manage to pull them out for you

We spoke for a little while longer before I decided to call it a day and take a nap. Streaming always left me exhausted, and as much as I wanted to talk to her, I knew she had better things to do than to text me.

I still couldn't believe she had watched my stream. I just hoped that I hadn't been too dorky when she tuned in. Then again, it's best that she saw me in my element. If she can stand me while I'm being a Twitch personality, she can probably deal with me normally.

As my eyes began to droop, my phone went off. I picked it up from next to my pillow and checked to see who messaged me. Brie.

Hope you didn't mind me passing along the link to your stream. She wanted to watch you

I don't mind. I can't believe she'd want to watch me tho

She likes you, idiot

She's married, idiot

Don't idiot me, loser. She likes you as a friend for sure, but I think she may have a little crush

That's just wishful thinking. Plus, I'm no homewrecker

At least, so far in my life I wasn't.

After briefly talking to Brie, I finally fell asleep, exhaustion from the past week finally catching up with me. Between work and hanging out with two celebrities, I was absolutely bushed.

Bzz bzz

My phone went off again early in the morning and I chose to ignore it.

Robbie and I will be in New York in two weeks to promote our new children's book! I hope to see you there!

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Plastic Hearts - (11)

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To make the feels shoot through the roof, I suggest to listening to:

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He stood outside your door. His hand hovering over the wood before he pulled it back to set his hair again to then place a soft knock. He wasn’t usually like this, making a fuss about the small things. But as he shuffled his feet over your welcome mat, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of this moment.

He had never been on a date. He stopped himself.

Was this a date?

This was merely a casual catch up between friends, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

You pulled out the hot tray of cookies from the oven when you heard the knock. You froze, to then quickly scan your place again, to make sure it was clean or didn’t have any embarrassing thing hanging around. You placed the tray on the countertop and tried to remove the apron which had decided to get into a knot.

So you yanked it over your head to then realize it would have messed up your hair, so you scurried to your room, to look into the mirror and make it was alright. When it hit you that he must have been waiting for a while now, so you ran back and composed yourself as you stood in front of the door.

All your life, you’ve longed for this and now it was finally happening. But then, as you listened to your thoughts it puzzled you.

You wanted to spend more time with him, but would that reason categorize this meeting as a date?

Did he think this was a date?

You weren’t sure and as your fingers wrapped around the door knob, your heart began to beat faster with anticipation.

He heard the click of the door knob.

You caught the smell of the sea.

His eyes widened as he saw you, your yellow dress reminding him of summer.

The blue of his eyes cast a spell, washing away all the nerves you felt.

The delicious smell of cookies drew him in, ones he had missed for so long, the necklace began to thrum and so did his heart.

Because there was magic in his veins, you could tell, by the way his very presence made you feel like he was a part of your …

It wasn’t just the cookies, it was you, it was that ever since he noticed, without you, he felt like he lacked a part of his …

Soul.

He found your eyes and you smiled with the door open. Caught in a moment where the joy of each other’s faces was quite evident.

“Hi, Ken.”, you couldn’t help yourself from beaming.

He wanted play along, to greet you the way he would have done in Barbieland. But this was different. This was something new. So instead he got closer, to place his hand on your waist to lean down to whisper,

“Hi, Brie.”, to them place a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you for inviting me.", he said as he straightened.

As you held the door open for his, you held on to the side of it, because you were sure your legs were going to give way, just like it had been in the janitor’s closet. He walked past you, his eyes taking in the details of your place but his gaze found it’s way back to you, you could see the stars that hung in his eyes as if he was looking at the moon for the first time. But it was also like he was putting you to the test, to see if his charm had an effect on you. You composed yourself but with every interaction you had with him, it was getting hard to feign indifference.

“So there’s been a change of plans, if you don’t mind.”, you led him to the living room.

“I’m just happy to be here.”, he responded as he perused through your artefacts and pictures.

He couldn’t believe it, this was better than a dream house. Your home had a personality that every wall, every glance, it felt like he was wrapped by your presence.

He picked up a liquid glass orb, it had a couple in it clad in winter wear with ice skates on. He felt you close to him and as you reached for the item in his hands, your fingers brushed and he didn’t care for the object anymore. He just wanted to hold your hand.

You toppled it to shake the snow globe and held it up for him to see the sparkles rain down. He let out a soft gasp as he cupped his hands around yours to hold it steady, his eyes entranced by this ordinary element but you could only focus on the shape of his fingers and how perfectly they fit around yours.

The joy in his face made you want to bring out all the knick knacks you had collected. Old radios, music boxes, kaleidoscopes, to spend an entire afternoon to show him all of it. But then you remembered what you had planned for the rest of this night. So as his eyes glistened entranced by the snow globe,

“I thought we could skip tea and head straight to dinner, I know the perfect spot.”, you said.

“Yeah, that’s alright.”, he said as he took a step back when he remembered the gift in his jacket pocket.

“Now that I know you have a liking for things like these.”, he placed the snow globe back on the mantle.

“I’m confident you might like this.”, he said it with a shy smile as he fished for something inside his jacket.

He took your hand and in it, placed a small teal velvet box that was shaped like a clam. His anticipation was evident so you didn’t delay to open it. When you did, an elegant natural pearl pendant sat gracefully in the middle. It’s sheen so glossy that it felt like it had never left the ocean waters.

He took the chain out of the box enjoying the feeling of seeing you happy because it made him feel like he was fulfilling his purpose. He was made for this and it was freeing that you let him express himself.

“I had been so afraid of the sea because all my life I’ve been comfortable on the beach. But there’s just something about the way the water catches the light that it’s mesmerizing, that I was sure I would overcome my fears to go for a swim. But I couldn’t.”, he narrated as he unlinked the clasp.

“So I went to the aquarium on my own and I realized how much of it I had missed. It was all right it front of me, every time I looked out at the waves and yet I was letting my fear dictate my every move.”, he held it up to you, asking for permission to help you with it. You nodded as you listened to his story and moved your hair to the side so he could place it around your neck.

“When I saw the diver pick up an oyster and bring it to the surface, to open it up and retrieve the pearls from within. I remembered holding it in my hand, this white bead that I had seen so many Barbies wear but nothing could come close to this. It was real and unique.”, you felt the edge of his fingers traced up the nape of your neck as he fixed the clasp. His soft breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

“It reminded me of you.”, he said sweetly, but your heart stopped. This felt like a dream, only that it wasn’t. You turned to face him.

“You make me glisten like the sea, make me want to become better and face my fears. But even in a world of plastic, you were real. I was a fool to not have seen you sooner, Brie.”, he frowned.

But your heart was full, he made it brim with happiness. So you slipped your hand into his and his fingers intertwined with yours.

“You’re here now.”, you said softly and he nodded like he wasn’t going to waste this chance.

“Now come on, I’ve got something for you.”, you smiled as you led him out the door.

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[ohtobeleah]

Red Light, Green Light // Mickey Garcia

Summary: For some reason you’d never know, yours and Jake personal Heaven becomes a check point for the friends you left behind. One by one the Daggers come through on their way to their forever life after death.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Car wreck. Instant death. Mickey Garcia Angst.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author Note: This is a spin off Series to Bruises. Masterlist Tagged below.

Bruises Masterlist | Life After Death Masterlist

Name: Miguel Garcia: Age: 55: Cause Of Death: Ejection from moving vehicle resulting in multiple catastrophic injuries. 

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“Who is this this time?” The brain is the body’s most mysterious organ. It learns. It changes. It adapts. It tells you what you see, what you hear, it lets you feel love. “Bob, Rooster and Phoenix have all come through.” You lulled your head to where your husband sat on the other side of the porch table. The two of you were enjoying a little wine and cheese pairing as the orange hume of the sun cascaded across the rolling hills. “Only Fanyboy, Coyote and Payback are left.” 

“Hello?” Mickey Garcia would even go as far to say it holds the human soul at the very epicenter. But no matter how much research is done, no one can really say how all that delicate gray matter inside your skull works. 

“Dunno.” Jake sighed, he couldn’t help but to squint and lean a little more forward in his chair to see if he could make out who was stumbling up the dirt drive. “You wanna go or should I?” 

And when it’s hurt, when the human brain is traumatised, well—that’s when it gets even more mysterious. 

“I’ll go.” You nodded softly. “I feel like we only just got rid of Tash.” It was still a touchy subject to say the very least. “Hopefully whoever it is isn’t as confused.” 

“Wishful thinking Hotshot.” Jake teased as he cut himself another slice of Brie and placed it on one of those multigrain crackers he really liked. 

As you walked down the driveway, you saw your daughter feeding her chickens, collecting eggs that had been laid and cleaning up the wooden house Jake had helped her build. It was her own mini farm. She was everything. You and Jake knew you had a rough decision ahead of you, to decide when she’d stop aging. But at what point do you decide another soul can’t continue to grow? When a figment of imagination stops being created. It was the down side to parenting in the after life. 

Gravel crunched under every step you took and soon enough you were able to make out the curls that were undeniably Mickey. There was glass all over his shirt and shoulders as blood dripped from his styled hairdo. He looked good, like he’d just been out on the town. 

He didn’t come to you like Bob in his flight suit or Bradley in his hospital gown or even like Natasha who was still in her pajamas. No. Fanboy looked like he was doing something special here—what exactly you didn’t know. 

“So that’s it huh?” You called out to grab his attention. For a second Mickey looked around until he was standing still again, taking you in for all you were worth. “All the WSO’s are out of the race?” Fanboy didn’t look a day older than when you’d last seen him. 

Fuck.

“This is such bull shit.” Fanboy huffed as he kicked up some dust on the drive like a petulant child who didn’t get the desert he wanted. “I had the right of way! That dickhead didn’t even look and I’m the one who dies!?” He pointed at his chest before he shook his head in disbelief. “I was coming back from dinner! I’d been with Becky and her friends and she stayed back and—“ It’s then reality kicks in for Mickey Garcia. He stills all the while his brain catches up with him. “Oh my god—“ It’s then his eyes met yours as they welled with tears. “I’m never gonna see her again.” 

“You will.” You make sure to add before Fanboy can spiral any further into a depressive episode. “Come up to the house with me, there’s someone who wants to say hello.” 

Fanboy linked his arm with yours and slowly he walked side by side with you up to the old but beautiful farmhouse that sat nestled amongst old oak trees and gardens that flowered all year round. He was mesmerised by its beauty—the tranquility of it all. 

“I gotta say, it’s good to see you after all these years.” Mickey began as he tapped his hand over yours as he walked. “But I’m a little confused why it’s you of all people?” Mickey smiled at the chuckle you let out—god that was a sound he’d missed for years and years and years. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of you, or Jake for that matter. How tragic your story was. How meaningful your life was even after your death. “Not that I’m complaining, I just never thought it would look like this.” 

“We’re just as confused as you are.” You explained softly all the while Fanbky caught the sight of a little girl playing with a few chickens. “But please don’t get me wrong here Mick, this isn’t the gates of heaven—“ You tried to explain the best you could. “This is my version of heaven, this is mine and Jakes.” 

“Hangman’s here!?” It was then Fanboy started to look around as you got closer and closer to where you’d left your husband. When the dark curly haired aviator saw the panty dropping smile plastered across Jake's face as he came into vision, he took off running like he’d never run before in his life. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” 

There wasn’t a lick of malice in Fanboys tone as he embraced Jake in the biggest hug he swore he’d ever given. 

“Hey man—“ Jake slapped Mickey's back gently as he hugged his old colleague. “I missed you, really.” 

“You son of a bitch man, you just—one day you were there and the next you were gone and I couldn’t figure it out—“ Mickey was babbling, he was trying to explain how utterly heartbroken the team was after Jake's death. “I uh, I collected your things from the morgue, after, well, you uh—“ 

“You don’t have to say if Mick.” Jake added as he chuckled and sat back down. You followed, only instead of taking your own chair you gestured for  Mickey to take a seat. You decided Jake lap would be more comfortable. It was. “Rooster kinda went a little AWOL after you died, so I went to grab your things and I saw that picture of Hollywood in your wallet and I just knew man—I knew you were dead long before you ever really died.” 

“What photo?” You asked softly as you looked at your husband in the warmth of the afternoon sun. “Honey?” 

“It was just some photo I took way back when—“ You saw the crimson hume creeping itself across Jake's cheeks as he went on explaining. Mickey never got to see this version of the two of you, it felt like a blessing, a chapter finishing on a high it always deserved to have. “We were all hanging around the pool table, it must have been like a week before we shipped out.” You never knew about this. “I snapped a photo of you laughing, god it was just the most perfect picture, Hotshot.” 

“You kept me in your wallet?” How on earth had you never known this. 

“Always—“ Jake replied without a second of hesitation. “You were my WSO.” It was the sweetest of interactions, the most loving of exchanges as Jake leaned in to give you a simple peak full of admiration. “Love you.” 

“Why am I here?” Mickey asked as he flicked shards of glass from his shoulders. “Like I get I’m dead, which sucks so bad because I was about to get married in two weeks!” Mickey explained as tears welled in his eyes at the thought of leaving his fiancée behind. He already missed her, oh so much. “But like, why am I here with you two? And you’re kid?” Fanboy frowned at the thought. “Hold on, how do you two have a kid?” He was throwing out far too many questions way too quickly before you even had a chance to answer them. 

“Okay first.” Jake started as he wrapped his arms around your midsection and drew you back into him. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Jake wanted to see if Mickey was dying or if he was already dead. It seemed as though when Bob and Natasha came through they were still just barely holding on. Rooster though, he was dead as dead could be. “Do you hear anything? See anything?” 

“I remember having the right of way at the intersection—“ Mickey sighed as he slumped in his chair. “Next thing I saw was headlights and then I was lying on the bonnet of my car down the road.” It was hard to listen to, but at least it had been quick. “I walked up the first driveway I saw.” You were waiting for Mickey to say he could hear sirens or someone calling out to him. But when he didn’t you knew then and there: 

That he’d died alone, and instantly at that. 

“Oh Mickey.” All you could do was feel a deep rooted sympathy for the WSO who sat in front of you. “I’m so sorry—“ 

“I’ll get to see her again, won’t I?” 

“I hope so.” It was as genuine as ever. “When I first got here I could still hear Jake asking me to stay, but I just had this feeling he wouldn’t be too far behind me if I stayed here and got everything ready.” 

It brought Jake solace to know you weren’t in pain when you left him. That was always his biggest fear. If you suffered or not. 

“I don’t hear anything—“ Again it broke your heart, the poor thing probably didn’t even know her fiancé had died in a car wreck yet. “What do I uh, where do I go?” Mickey cleared his throat as he tried to hold it together. He still wore the ring his fiancée had given him to match the one he’d gotten her. “Do I stay here with you guys or do I just start walking and hope for the best?” 

“Bradshaws with his parents across the hills.” Jake explained as he let his chin fall to your shoulder. “Bobs off somewhere in a music store—“ 

“Phoenix is at the beach house she grew up visiting with her family.” You added softly, still trying to be as sensitive as you could be. “So it just depends on where you’ve always pictured yourself.” 

“So like, if I said I wanted to spend forever in the roller rink my Abuela used to take me to when I was a kid, I could go there?” Mickey asked all the while he admired the beauty that was you and Jake. He never thought he’d get to see this, the happy ending the pair of you deserved. It was all the closure he needed. 

“I think so!” You chuckled. “I’m still not entirely sure how it all works, we don’t even know why you guys keep stopping by.” It was then a light bulb flicked up atop Mickey's head, he knew. He knew why. 

“I do.” Fanboys eyes glasses over with a sadness you couldn’t quite understand. “You guys both took something a little different from all of us when you died.” Jake's hold on you got a little tighter—his forearms pressed against your stomach as he tensed at the thought of leaving his friends behind. “And they say you can’t move onto the next life if you have unfinished business.” It made sense, Mickey had always had a pretty open take on death and the after life. “But our unfinished business died before us, guess this is our way of getting to say a proper goodbye, close that open window you guys jammed open when you left.” 

“Huh—“ Jake pressed his lips into the crook of your neck. “I never thought of it that way.” 

“The brain is the body’s most mysterious organ—“ Mickey could hear the sound of rollerblades racing past. If he closed his eyes he could smell the all too familiar smell of roller rink hot dogs and buffalo wings. “This isn’t the last time I’ll see you guys right?” 

“Nah man—“ Jake confirmed. “We’ll come visit, whenever you need us.” Silence washed over the three of you just as your daughter came racing up the porch steps. Mickey didn’t understand it—but he was happy to see it. “Hey Bug.” Jake pulled his daughter down onto his lap as well. His entire world in his very grasp. “How many did you get today?” 

“Seven.” Mickey swore blind that girl was the spitting image of Jake Seresin. It was almost scary. “I better go put them in the fridge.” 

“Go on sweetheart, we’ll be in soon.” Ellie Seresin didn’t blink twice at the man who sat across from her parents. Mickey would have introduced himself but sure enough, she was heading inside without so much as giving him the side eye. That’s when you told him the truth. 

“She can’t see you.” 

“How come?” Mickey asked, he was cautious not to sound too abrupt. 

“She’s a figment of our imagination.” Jake explained as he watched his daughter through the window. “You can’t create new life in death, she’s not real.” 

“But I can see her?” It was a hard topic of discussion even when it was just you and Jake. She was so real to the both of you. So genuine and pure. But you both knew, one day. She’d vanish. You wouldn’t need her anymore to help you heal. 

“Because you exist.” Was all you said as you sent Mickey a fine lipped smile. “You existed in life so you see everything in death.” 

Mickey Garcia would even go as far to say the mind holds the human soul at the very epicenter. And from what he could gather from what you and Jake had just told him. Little Ellie Seresin was just that. The very epicenter of yours and Jakes forever intertwined souls. And when it’s hurt, when the human brain is traumatised—

Well—that’s when it gets even more mysterious. 

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[thus-spoke-lo]

He’s a Real Picnic // linecook!Sanji x reader // SFW

Written for @bastardblvd’s Wet Hot Slimeball Collab CW: gn!reader, some gendered pet name (ex. ma chérie), crack-ish. Sanji-typical shenanigans. WC: ~800

“Did you know that this wine takes seven summers to create, my sweet?”

You glance at the green bottle that Sanji holds in his hands. “No, I can’t say that I did.”

“Here, darling.” Sanji pours you a glass and hands it to you. “You see, what I’ve learned is that the best things in life take time and persistence, and this wine is no exception.”

“Huh.” You raise an eyebrow and take a swig from the glass; it tastes like wine, alright. “How interesting.”

“Isn’t it?” He brushes his blonde hair out of his eye, smooths out the picnic blanket that covers the patchy grass of the park. He takes multiple small containers out of the grand, hand-woven basket that sits in the middle, and begins to arrange their contents neatly on the plates in front of you—real plates, not the cheap paper kind that you’re used to hauling along for afternoon picnics, with intricate designs painted along the edges. “Do you know where I got these plates, my dear?”

You sigh. “Let me guess. When you were working under Chef Zeff in Fr—”

“When I worked under Chef Zeff in France that one summer,” he drones, not even hearing your response. “Now here, why don’t you try this? I special-ordered this baguette from a bakery out of town, just for today.”

You sputter as he shoves a piece of bread in your mouth. “Sanji—”

“I know, ma chérie, I spoil you too much.” He sighs and grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing your gaze to him. “But you deserve it. I see how hard you work every day, how you put up with the disgusting flirtations of our customers with a smile. It’s vile what they put you through, truly awful.”

“Sanji, listen—”

“Darling, we don’t need words,” he says, pressing his long finger to your lips to silence you. “Our love is one that only needs lingering glances over glasses of wine, a shared laugh over the gentle grazing of our hands as we both reach for the last piece of Brie—”

“Sanji! For the last goddamned time, I am on a date!”

“Of course you are, lovely,” he laughs, sitting back on his heels. “You’re on a date with me, just like I’ve always dreamed of.”

“Not with you.” You point to the sad-eyed man sitting next to you. “With him.”

Yuuta quietly waves at Sanji and smiles, leaning down to take a cracker from the plate on front of you; Sanji smacks Yuuta’s hand and shakes his head slowly. “Those are not for you, sac à merde, and you have no business interrupting my afternoon with my delicate flower.”

“Oh, should I go?” Yuuta asks, looking at you with an expression that made him look utterly and irresistibly soggy.

“What? Jesus, Yuuta, no, you don’t need to go, he’s just”—you pause and breathe deeply, grumbling as you exhale. “Let me handle this.”

Yuuta shrugs in response and pulls out his phone, popping in earbuds as if to give you privacy for whatever was about to happen.

“Sanji,” you start, taking both his his remarkably soft hands in yours, “you need to go, my guy. You crashed my date.”

“But my sweet, summer blossom, I put so much of my love for you into this experience! I brought all your favorite foods, and I got up early just to make sure everything looked perfect!” Sanji places his hands on each side of your face, his expression becoming more panicked as he spoke. “Do you know how hard it is to find someone to work the overnight shift? I owe Dabi so much money now!”

You carefully pry Sanji’s hands from your cheeks and close your eyes. A groan escapes your lips, and you know you’ll probably regret the next words you say. “Look. Maybe another time, okay? Just…not now.”

“You—you mean it?” His pupils practically turn heart-shaped at the suggestion.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not.” You could do worse.

“Well, then my apologies, let me clean this up and I’ll be out of your way.” He winks at you, like you now share a secret you’d rather not have between you, and he begins to pack up the picnic basket.

“Hey, Sanji,” you coo, tugging at the hem of his shirt as he starts to put away the bunny-shaped apple slices.

“Yes, my darling?” he grins, practically salivating at the sound of your voice.

“Can you, uh… can you leave the food at least?”

“…fine. But he can’t have any.” He leans over, until he’s mere inches from Yuuta’s face. “And I’ll know if you do.”

Sanji lights a cigarette and takes a long drag from it while he glares at the two of you, blowing the smoke in Yuuta’s face, then stands and shoves his hands in his pockets as he wanders off. You sigh and turn to Yuuta, who is quietly watching Power and Denji’s latest video, chuckling to himself while he shoves a slice of apple in his mouth.

Somehow, this is still the best summer you’ve had so far.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Clean Up On Aisle Heartbreak

Brie's Tale as told by @earthtoharlow

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Stupid

Stupid

Stupid

That's all you could think as you sat on your bed no longer being able to hold back your sobs. You could not believe that the man who made you feel on top of the world, was married with three beautiful children.

Ever since you saw those photos you’ve felt lost. You fell for a man who didn’t even exist. What made you upset the most was that you didn’t know which parts of him were real and which were not, which words were honest and which were blatant lies.

Months ago when Jack told you that he wanted to "take things slow". It should have made alarms go off in your head but It was too late, you were already wrapped up in his charm. You could not help but think about the day the two of you met, wishing you ignored that boyish grin and bright blue eyes.

——————-

You stared at the rows and rows of juice in front of you with both hands on your hips. Penny pinching was the only way you could make ends meet. Sure, working as a nurse at one of the largest hospitals in town came with great benefits, but since this was your first job after graduating nursing school you lacked work experience. Your salary barely covered standard monthly expenses.

You wanted that juice. Which happened to be half off with your coupon but of course the very last bottle was pushed all the way in the back of the fridge. You decided to say "fuck it" and yanked open the refrigerator door, you placed your croc covered foot on the bottom shelf hoping it would give you a bit of a boost. If you could just reach a little further to knock it down....

“Let me help”

The smooth voice sent a delicious shiver down your spine. You would have moved out his way but the gentleman placed a hand on the small of your back and leaned into the fridge with you. You could not have moved if your life depended on it. With barely a stretch, he grabbed the juice and placed it inside your basket with your other groceries.

You were breathless when you looked up at the man in the front of you. You let out a tiny gasp when you noticed how close he still was to you. You took a small step back so you could fully take in the beautiful man in front of you.

“Thank you.” was all you could manage to spit out as you continued to stare at him. He stepped out of the fridge and closed the door before giving you a big smile like he knew the effect he was having on you. "No problem, ma" he said in that deep voice that set a flame burning low in your stomach. You were staring, you almost wanted to touch your mouth to make sure you were not drooling.

This tall and broad man made you remember how long it had been since you had sex. With focusing on graduating nursing school and then packing everything up and moving across the country it had been almost two years. All this man had to do was touch you to awaken the beast.

You just realized again that you were still staring at this man like he was a popsicle on the 4th of July. "Well, thanks again. You tore your eyes away and grabbed your cart before turning to walk away. A man was the last thing you needed in your life right now. You were almost out the aisle before you heard him speak again. "Thank you for your service".

You turned around before giving him a questioning look. He then gestured towards your nurse scrubs. If you were a praying woman you would have dropped to your knees and thanked God that you actually wore a nice form fitting pair of scrubs today. You gave him a bright smile before thanking him."I have never had someone say that to me before, thank you.” You say as you stretch your hand out for him to shake.

“I’m Brianna, by the way, but everyone calls me Brie.” Shaking my outreached hand and without letting go he introduces himself. "I’m Jackman.” He says with a flirty smile."Everyone but my mom calls me Jack.” He joked.

"Are you new in town? I come to this grocery store every week and I have never seen you before" Jack asked curiously while still holding on to your hand. Your face warmed as you looked down at your joined hands before answering."Yeah, I’ve been here for about 2 months now, and decided to be an adult, stop ordering takeout and actually buy groceries".

He threw his head back in laughter. You could listen to that forever."Well Brie, I have been here my whole life so if you ever need a tour guide, I am your guy". If you knew what you knew now. You would have never given him your number.

—————————

You sighed in content as you ran your fingers through Jack’s curls as he slept peacefully next to you. With work and Jack being out of town this was the first time you’ve seen each other in 2 weeks.

As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard his phone vibrating. You tried to ignore it but the phone just would not stop. Reaching out to grab his phone to turn it off you noticed almost a dozen texts from the contact "Wifey" wondering when he was coming home to read the kids bedtime stories.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you opened his messages. The phone almost dropped from your hands as you saw hundreds of texts between Jack and multiple women. You could feel tears start to well up within your eyes, and a lump start to form in your throat containing a choked sob. You put a hand over your mouth to try to muffle your cry. The more you scrolled the worse it seemed to get.

You took a quick glance at Jack to make sure he was still knocked out. Then decided to look through his photos only finding photos of his friends and work related things. You almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief before you noticed the private album. You unlocked it on the first try and your mouth dropped when you saw multiple family photos. Wedding photos included.

Jack was pictured with 3 beautiful kids who looked like a splitting image of him. He couldn’t deny them even if he wanted to.

How could someone be so cruel? How could this man sleep peacefully knowing that he’s hurting so many people?

You hated yourself even more for unknowingly contributing to the pain and suffering his wife and kids were going to experience.

You slowly climbed out of bed, careful not to wake him up. Your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your chest. Just breathing the same air as Jack was making you feel queasy.

Just as your hand touched the doorknob, you heard Jack call out for you. You silently cursed under your breath, and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes.

You turned around just as Jack walked into the living room.

“Hey, where you heading off to? Thought you were gonna stay the night?” He questioned as he rubbed the sleep out his eyes.

You took a deep breath, trying to get your emotions together before you replied.

“Yeah, sorry! Um, work called. There’s an emergency at the hospital, so they need all hands on deck.” You needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You watched as Jack ran his fingers through his hair and pouted at you. 10 minutes ago you probably would’ve found this adorable, now you were just disgusted.

Jack sighed before walking towards you and pulling you into a hug, you tried not to feel stiff in his arms. These were the arms of a monster.

You closed your eyes as Jack kissed your forehead, then your nose before giving you a long kiss on the lips. You tried to savor this moment knowing that this would never happen again.

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[degenrcy]

jeff da killa puts you to sleep ->

warnings: rape, blood, death, stalker, he totally loves you

link to ao3 if you want to read as i update, because who knows when or what i'll post on here!

a calm summer night. fresh sheets and a new pajama set. you lotioned up well, did your skincare, put up your hair securely after its own special treatment. a 3-wick vanilla scented candle filling up your room, soft music playing from your open laptop.

you slipped your panties on after sliding off your towel, showing off to the laptop and potential dark web perverts watching you through your tapped camera... just kidding! that stuff wasn't even real, who cares, nothing bad has happened to you ever anyways.

you were perfect; smooth and clean, smelled like a girl, looked like a girl, you probably felt like a girl. you were mesmerizing, clueless, naive, dumb, stupid, stupid, stupid bitch. a dumb, fucking idiot who left their window open on this calm summer night. multiple windows, just in case a possible intruder murderer rapist burglar wanted to do a house tour before intruding murdering raping raping again and robbing you.

i guess girls stay up late too, the light of your phone dulling out the shape of your face. expressionless, smooth cheeks, no longer smiling. just scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling. one day you'll find the one- the perfect video to wrap up the night. not tonight.

boots touched down in your bathroom, mirror still foggy with products lined up on the sink waiting to be properly closed and put away. you were messy, lazy. you buy all these things, but don't have a place for them. you're useless.

he pondered the thought of flickering the bathroom lights. getting your attention. stabbing you through the shower curtain. it wasn't fun like that. this was going to be fun.

not much decoration for a girl like you. there's a dedicated board with pictures of friends and maybe some other meaningful sentimental items. he ripped off a photo booth picture of you to stash in his wallet and show you off to his friends... right. if he could smile anymore, he could. he wanted. he was.

slow calculated, heavy steps closer to your room. the vanilla and coconut and strawberry and burnt hair from the dryer wafted through the air. it was adorable, you trying to be so many kinds of girls at once... but there you were, in all your glory. natural state, relaxed, no performance in sight. his eyes widened at the sight-

girl. bra-shirt. pink. shorts. panties under shorts? alone. looking at phone, headphones, perfect. wait, even better, you tossed and turned a couple times before finally settling on showing your bare back to him. ass.

he slipped through, caressing the blade in his pocket. his fingertips twitched against the sharp side, edging closer and closer to nicking himself. but that would hurt. that's why he does it to others.

he watched your phone with you for a while, the mass amounts of content you ingest at once and switching through the same 3 apps was bound to drive you insane at some point. no wonder you haven't fallen asleep yet. ah, your ass jiggled a little. nice.

you couldn't even scream when he finally pounced on you, perma-crazed eyes forcibly locking onto your fear-filled ones. cold against your throat. pressure on your stomach holding you down. smooth, smooth, silky smooth skin. his fingers were disgusting against your mouth and nose, no more vanilla-coconut but dirt-blood-disgusting-horrible-oh-my-god-howdidyougetinherepleasedontkillmeohmygod

he was just gonna help you fall asleep!

"lift up your shirt." he commanded, twirling around the very used knife in front of you, leaning back to let you move. this is where you scream, attract your roommates and neighbors- oh wait thats right you're alone and he would've killed everyone else in the place and look at that, whimpering and lifting up your shirt. tiiiiits.

your phone buzzed with a text message, briefly lighting up the room. his face now dimly lit, and your face was completely disgusted. now you hurt his ego, so you were really gonna get it.

he twirled the knife back into his grip, stabbing through your precious phone. his free hand found its spot back at your jaw, gripping tightly until your cheeks smushed together and dug into your gums. he stared, unblinking, lowering the knife closer to your warm skin. he wanted to crawl inside you, burrow himself in your ribs, feel your womanly-warmth all the time and have you coddle him and rock him around while you walked around.

"take off everything now, slut."

you shook like a newborn deer taking its first steps and he was the obsessed hunter growing his collection of cute deer heads on his wall. he hummed in satisfaction as you peeled away your soft panties, trying to cover up and slow the process as much as possible. jokes on you, he loved a strip tease.

his knife tapped your knee, mouthing "open. up." silently, smooth shiny legs parting open for him. the flat of the blade rode up your thigh, your frail hands daring to try and stop him. a quick turn of his wrist and slice the first little baby cat scratch stretched across your bare thigh. your lips trembled underneath his fingers, tears welling in your eyes. you took it like a champ!

he let the blood soak up the blade as much as possible, giggling to himself at how sick you looked and how you writhed under his weight when he rubbed it into your face. he made a smile on your face with your own leg-blood. he licked your face, laughing even more as you cried. he spit on the knife, a bloody gob dripping down the length of it, then slid it down to your cunt. his heart swelled at your body freezing up, tensing, preparing for the worst. no no no, he wasn't cruel, not a monster.

"don't move," he huffed, undoing his pants as quick as possible and finally freeing his dick from its constraints. he rubbed the knife on himself, grabbing your wrists with on hand, holding them above your shaking-no head. no-no-no, side to side. "go on, beg me not to."

"p-please," you obliged. "anything but this, please, i-i don't know what you want..."

he rolled his eyes- heard it all before. he wiggled his way inside you, being as scared as you were made it a tight fit. it always did. he loved it.

you gave in so easily, you weren't even trying to kick him, what a little fucking whore. the nerve to make it seem like you didn't want it, hilarious.

he slashed your beauty a few more times, letting it trickle down your sides and into the bed sheets. he rubbed it all over your chest and stomach and face, tonguing your mouth with iron-taste filth and cigarette residual. you were getting quieter as he moved his hips faster, eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling instead of the hideous creature inside you right now. he understood, the bodys way of coping and all.

he could let go of your hands now, they remained above your head anyways. phone out, flash on, record. in another life jeff would've loved to be an amateur pornstar. he got the best angles to watch his dick slipping inside you, blood inside and out and all over, it was fucking hot. he closed in on your face, the flash forcing your eyes closed and mind back to earth.

"n-no, please, don't." you only could cry, single word demands fall on fully hearing ears that didn't give a shit. he dug the knife into your face, ripping a scream finaaalllyyyy from that pretty throat. he tore a smile across your face, pushing himself to cum as deep inside you as he could. he groaned, eyelids twitching and buried in your cunt. he pumped himself a couple times, using you to the fullest. he dropped the knife on your bloodied-pink satin pillow, kissing you harshly.

he moaned into your teeth, it was like a fountain of blood pooling into his mouth from yours- it was perfect. the smell of sex and blood, perfect. the smile on his girl's face after fucking her to sleep, perfect.

you hiccuped as he rummaged through your stuff, not much use to him. lame diary, cheap jewelry, not many electronics other than the one with a hole in it beside you. he was getting hard again just at the sounds you were making, whining for round two. moaning from the pain.

"yeah yeah i'll be right there." he waved you off, palming himself through his boxers while emptying out bags and purses and wallets. when he was done, he caressed the side of your face as he slid his cock along your ruined face. the bloody slit that was your mouth did wonders, especially when he dug the blade into your chest and you started gurgling and bubbling. it felt fucking amazing. he's never had a girl like you. so perfect.

you soon went limp, arm dangling off the edge of the bed and dripping onto the fuzzy little carpet you had for your feet in the morning. the floors got cold, but you always forgot to put on your slippers. he sliced open your arm, just for fun. he peeled back the layers of skin and fat and bone and muscle, he's sorry he put you through all of this. his fingers wiggle between your nerves and tendons- jeff even wondered if he dug deep enough, pull on some strings, could he move your fingers around like a puppet? get you to jack him off even in death?

[booklove22]

The Black Door Theory - aka I think I’ve connected some S4 mystery dots

I’m currently leaning toward the idea that having your memory erased/rewritten at the Black Door eventually requires a human sacrifice. And that’s what the 8 corpses represent, those that were sacrificed so that the town “sinners” could wipe their memories clean of some horrible truths. But it isn’t as simple as a 1 to 1 trade, where a 1 memory wipe requires 1 human sacrifice. I think its more complex than that. 

We know of two “sins” so far, both of which occurred in the 1990′s:

1) 4x02 Logan Rhodes/Magpie Lake/Judge Abbott coverup (occurred in 1996)

2) 4x04  - Councilwoman Brie watching Jim Stanley, the Director of the original Killer Hook movie die and not helping him back when she was working on set (occurred in the 1990′s).

That’s two town sins occurring in the 1990′s - but only one corpse seems to be from that period - India Burnett (the most recently deceased corpse - died in 1998). The second most recent death occurred in the 1970′s.

So that is definitely not a 1:1 trade. Two 1990′s sins (that we know of), but only one 1990′s body doesn’t add up. 

So what I’m thinking is that maybe the Black Door has a limit - a maximum number of times it can be used before it stops working. And, as long as the door’s limit isn’t hit, the memories will live contained inside the black door. But once the door hits its limit, the only way to get it to work again is to transfer the  memories it is holding to a human sacrifice host (manifesting as black sludge). 

And that’s how our 8 corpses died - they became the new vessels for the sins of the town. 

So how will this all play out? Anyone’s guess...but.....

nancyaces theorized on Twitter that maybe India is actually Tristan’s biological mother which is just a *chef’s kiss* kind of theory. If India died in 1998, that would make Tristan somewhere in the vicinity of 22 or 23 years old depending on when he was born. So it makes sense.

I’ve also been wondering about the Glasses and Tristan. Like, we know the Glasses are horrible people who won’t hesitate to kill. But all the best villains have redeeming qualities. And I wonder if the one good and pure thing about them is that they genuinely love and care for Tristan.

From the trailer, it looks like Tristan is close to death (someone resembling Tristan in Nancy’s arms with an arrow visible in his chest - “you are not going to die tonight!”).

I wonder if Tristan does indeed die, and if the Glasses are either responsible for his death OR not responsible but simply desperate to erase their memory of the pain of losing their son. But when they try to do so, the Black Door is at its limit.

So they decide to make Nancy the next vessel so that the Black Door can be reset. Just noticing the blood in Nancy’s palm here...and the knife next to the Glasses. 

Anyway, I’ve been marinating on this for days. Its amazing what your brain can start to process when Nancy and Ace aren’t allowed to interact for a whole episode. 

Things I’m still marinating on:

1) Even with the 4x06 episode title The Web of Yesterdays, the weird Tristan jumping through a worm-hole looking scene in the trailer, AND India’s yacht having the heavy-handed name “Lost Time”... I’m hesitant to believe proper time travel is going to be introduced. I’m thinking more that it might be reminiscent of the Tom Riddle diary and pensieve scenes in Harry Potter - where some supernatural artifact allows the Drew Crew to go back and visit things that happened in the past. But, like in Harry Potter, they can’t interfere or change anything. They can only watch the past history happen around them like its happening in a movie. No one from the past can see or interact with them or vice versa. I think they’ll learn more about some possible sins in this episode that have occurred at different times in the past.

2) I’m purposely not addressing the how/what/why of the curse here. Too much for one post.

[effingut23]

Bavarian Wheat Beer: Exploring the World of Hefeweizen

When it comes to the world of beer, few styles are as iconic and beloved as Bavarian wheat beer, particularly the famous Hefeweizen. Originating in the heart of Bavaria, Germany, this cloudy, refreshing beer has won over the palates of beer enthusiasts around the globe. With its distinctive blend of banana, clove, and malt flavors, it’s a beer that combines tradition and complexity, offering a drinking experience like no other. Whether you’re new to this style or a seasoned aficionado, let’s explore the rich history, unique characteristics, and why Hefeweizen beer is a must-try for any beer lover.

The History of Bavarian Wheat Beer

Bavarian wheat beer, or Weissbier, has its roots in Bavaria, where brewing traditions date back to the Middle Ages. Originally, beer in this region was brewed primarily with barley, but wheat beer came into popularity in the 16th century, particularly under the influence of the Bavarian dukes, who held a monopoly on wheat beer production for several centuries.

Hefeweizen, the most famous style of wheat beer, is a German term that translates to “yeast wheat” beer. This name reflects its brewing process, where yeast is left unfiltered, giving the beer its signature cloudy appearance and rich flavor profile. Over time, Hefeweizen has become synonymous with Bavarian wheat beer, known for its refreshing qualities and complex yet subtle flavors.

What Makes Hefeweizen Beer Unique?

Hefeweizen beer is one of the most recognizable types of wheat beer, and several key characteristics set it apart from other beer styles:

1. Wheat Base

Unlike typical beers that rely heavily on barley, Hefeweizen is brewed with at least 50% wheat, giving it a lighter body and a smooth, silky mouthfeel. The use of wheat also contributes to the beer’s cloudy appearance and enhances its refreshing qualities, making it a perfect summer beer.

2. Distinctive Yeast Profile

The yeast used in Hefeweizen is what truly sets it apart. The specific yeast strains used in brewing Hefeweizen impart flavors of banana, clove, and sometimes bubblegum, creating a complexity that other beers don’t often offer. These fruity and spicy notes are a result of the esters and phenols produced during fermentation, giving Hefeweizen its characteristic flavor.

3. Unfiltered and Cloudy

As the name suggests, “Hefe” (meaning yeast) refers to the unfiltered nature of the beer. The yeast remains in suspension, which not only gives the beer its cloudy, hazy appearance but also contributes to its fuller body and depth of flavor.

4. Low Bitterness

Hefeweizen is not known for its hoppy bitterness. Instead, it leans towards a sweeter, more balanced profile with very mild hop bitterness. This makes it approachable for both seasoned beer drinkers and newcomers alike.

5. Refreshing Finish

One of the most appealing aspects of Hefeweizen is its refreshment factor. With a moderate ABV (usually between 4–5.5%) and a clean, crisp finish, it’s the perfect thirst-quencher on a hot day. The high carbonation also adds to its light and effervescent character.

How to Enjoy Hefeweizen: The Perfect Pairings

Hefeweizen beer is incredibly versatile when it comes to food pairings. Its fruity and spicy notes, combined with a smooth mouthfeel, make it the ideal accompaniment to a variety of dishes. Here are some pairing suggestions to enhance your Hefeweizen experience:

Traditional German Fare: Hefeweizen is a natural companion for Bavarian dishes like sausages, pretzels with mustard, and schnitzel. The beer’s slight sweetness balances out the savory, salty flavors of these dishes.

Seafood: The light body and citrusy undertones of Hefeweizen make it a great match for seafood, particularly grilled fish, shrimp, or sushi.

Salads and Light Fare: Because of its refreshing nature, Hefeweizen pairs wonderfully with lighter dishes like salads, especially those with fruity or citrus dressings.

Cheese: Soft cheeses like Brie or Camembert complement the creamy texture of the beer, while the beer’s slight spiciness cuts through the richness of the cheese.

Fruity Desserts: The banana and clove notes in Hefeweizen make it an excellent pairing with fruity desserts like apple strudel, fruit tarts, or banana bread.

Popular Bavarian Hefeweizen Beers to Try

There are numerous Hefeweizens on the market, many of which are brewed by traditional Bavarian breweries that have perfected the craft over centuries. If you’re looking to dive into the world of Bavarian wheat beer, here are a few must-try options:

1. Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier

As the world’s oldest brewery, Weihenstephaner has been brewing beer since 1040. Their Hefeweissbier is considered one of the best examples of the style, with perfectly balanced banana and clove flavors, a creamy texture, and a refreshing finish.

2. Franziskaner Hefe-Weissbier

Franziskaner is another legendary Bavarian brewery known for its exceptional Hefeweizen. With a slightly fruitier profile and hints of citrus, this beer is smooth and refreshing, making it a favorite among many Hefeweizen fans.

3. Paulaner Hefe-Weißbier

One of the largest breweries in Munich, Paulaner’s Hefe-Weißbier is widely available and delivers a classic Hefeweizen experience. Its well-rounded flavor, rich yeast character, and smooth mouthfeel make it a crowd-pleaser.

4. Ayinger Bräuweisse

Ayinger is a smaller, family-owned brewery that produces an outstanding Hefeweizen. Known for its smooth and creamy body, Ayinger Bräuweisse has subtle spice, a touch of malt sweetness, and a wonderfully refreshing finish.

Conclusion

Bavarian wheat beer, especially Hefeweizen, is more than just a drink — it’s a celebration of centuries-old brewing tradition and craftsmanship. Its unique flavor profile, characterized by the delightful combination of fruity esters and spicy phenols, makes it a standout in the beer world. Whether you’re enjoying it at a summer BBQ, pairing it with hearty German cuisine, or sipping it on its own, Hefeweizen is a versatile and refreshing beer that never disappoints.

So, next time you’re in the mood for a cold one, consider reaching for a Hefeweizen beer. Its rich history, unique taste, and refreshing qualities make it a perfect choice for any occasion. Prost!

[babygirlaffirmations]

This is gonna be a cliff notes of things to do when you're struggling. Fucking use it you amazing bitch. 🤣

11-18-23

Today's affirmation is short. A message I sent to myself on Facebook to revisit.

"Stop being so mean to yourself. You're worthy as you are. You're enough. You're amazing."

Edit after adding more:

Get back into old habits. Read. Play switch. Clean your space. Make minis. Change perspective. Comparison is the thief of joy. Especially in poly. Get back into rewatching fav movies. Maybe rewatch some of the saw movies. True crime. Get back into podcasts. Read.

Let yourself get lost in the long distance text convos and videos with Master. But try to be present and enjoy life in visits and in between.

It's okay to let yourself feel.

You're more than your mental illness and neurodivergence. You're amazing. You're beautiful. You're loved. You're an amazing slave, sub, babygirl and kitty. You're an amazing girlfriend and partner and anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives.

Gonna list form that for when I get lonely or need to introvert:

Don't cheapen or lessen yourself for anyone in your life. Get rid of people who take your spoons instead of giving them. And be a confident badass in doing that.

List form of habits for during loneliness or introvert time:

1. Read. (Kushiel's dart, Brie series, new M/s book on bettering my service?)

2. Listen to a podcast. (You used to be into medical murders.)

3. Make it minis.

4. Play with little toys. (Like Peppa and calico critters.)

5. Use little space and slave space as a tool to get enveloped into.

6. Reach out to your support network.

7. Love extra on your stuffies. (And be mindful of how many you have and new stuffy purchases.)

8. List stuffies for sale.**

9. Focus on OF. ** If extra income is needed or just a distraction. These are an option. Number #8 is a big time eater if you need one. Pick the ones you've decided to keep out and put them aside.

10. Clean your space. Or do chores. Your anxiety and depression often lets this one be the first thing to suffer.

11. Possibly find a short walk. Or an out of the house task that includes a walk. Could be just a desire to play Pokemon go. Go to pharmacy for meds or minis. Go to target for minis. Walk to McDonald's for nuggies.

12. Stop being mad at yourself because you keep losing items. It'll only make it worse.

13. Treat yourself like you would a friend. Give yourself some slack. You're your own worst enemy and harshest critic.

14. Remember happy times with Master and be grateful and optimistic. Your brain loves to focus on the negative. Bring it some light.

15. Five step grounding technique.

16. Affirmations. Extra if needed.

17. Look into text resources, kids books, stickers or other tangible anxiety managing resources.

18. Tell yourself only good things about yourself. Don't include *but*. Fight "the bog."

19. You stubborn MF bitch. Use this fucking list. Don't ignore it.

20. Get back into diamond painting.

21. Color for yourself or Daddy. (including using the coloring apps you used to love for clicking color by number.)

22. Play your switch. Get lost in games you used to love. Depression and anxiety have changed you and made you forget what you love.

23. Continue an old phone game. Or find a new one.

24. Look into your obedience app rewards. And plan events and items and ideas around them.

25. Remember no matter how much Master is busy or not in person (or present in person or at a distance) it doesn't make him love you any less. You're wearing his collar MF. He loves you. He chose you. He owns you.

26. Lean into Master's ownership. If you're struggling think extra about how everything you do is to serve him. And he needs you to take care of his property.

27. Reach out to anyone as soon as intrusive self harm thoughts. Immediately. Do not wait.

28. Don't wait until the panic level to reach out to Master for help. Don't feel guilty. Ask for what you need. Avoid the panic.

29. Internet shopping. Don't go crazy with it. But you're pretty reasonable and good with your money. So that's not likely. Amazon. Self care. Bath items. Soft things. Fidgets. Just extra luxury items. Give in to what your body and mind need to feel better when you're feeling dark. Or when you aren't.

30. Take emergency anxiety medication when you need it. But be mindful of going zombie with the side effects.

31. When not actively in service. Or even in serving. It's okay to take space. Take time to do whatever you need to put yourself first. ⭐

32. If you miss Master extra and he's not available it's okay to lean extra into susu and doodle or zoozoo or something else. To rewatch videos. To rewatch pictures. Reread journals. Relive memories. That's what the above are all there for.

33. You're not a failure for your mental illness or anxiety. You're a strong ass bitch. This is your first time ever living alone. And 3 years of it.

34. Your arfid doesn't own you. You're an amazing even if you can't finish a fruit or meal. Don't push yourself very much. YOU WILL GET SICK.

35. Give yourself permission to realize and sit with having a preference. I.e. in person time with Master. But also allow yourself to be present and enjoy the other moments.

36. Be present.

37. Be nice to yourself. Lift yourself up.

38. You're allowed to be proud of yourself. Like how fucking amazing and mature are you for making this list and resource even? A legend. A badass.

39. Fiddle with your day collar. It is literally a fidget. Remember who you serve. Your place. But also that you're so much more than the relationship(s) or friendships you are in. And you have such a big purpose outside of those.

40. Don't be afraid to find new connections. Don't be afraid if you aren't ready yet. That's also okay.

41. Emphasizing leaning into what your body and mind need. Listen to both and your heart. And your vagina. (with caution lol. Avoid burn out)

42. Think of how far you've come. In your life. In the past three years. In your relationship and dynamics. Fucking strong ass bitch.

43. Lean into your build me up playlist. But it's okay if you're sad and need your grief playlist as well.

44. Don't. Shame. Yourself. For any feeling or action you have. THEY'RE ALL VALID. YOU ARE VALID YOU'RE ENOUGH AS YOU ARE.

45. You're fucking funny. You always joke that Impractical jokers and animal videos cure your depression. Use those.

46. It's okay to be afraid of failure. Or success. Or often both.

47. Don't focus as much on the negative. What we don't have. Time lost. Focus on what we have. And time gained.

48. Feeling stuck in your head changes nothing. And doesn't benefit you or Master. Stressing and anxiety doesn't change the circumstance. It doesn't give you control over what you don't have control over. It doesn't make the time going through it any faster. In fact if you feel negative feels for it then it drags out even longer.

49. You're worthy. You're enough as you are.

50. Lean into journaling if you're lonely. And reading if bored. And other things on the list in combination if either or both.

51. We don't give up when things get hard. My fav current plan. "Stick to the plan. You knew it wouldn't be easy."

52. Pick up an old (HEALTHY) hyper fixation.

53. Your anxiety is lying to you.

If even one thing on the list helps even the smallest lightest bit then this list was worth it and a success. And it's already helped build your confidence in your amazingness. So you've already won.

[entractes]

@nverhad​ is weakening indulgence, the physical manifestation of the ‘ ten year itch ‘ that presents itself at every waking moment - the ‘ one last cigarette ‘ after a promise to quit. brie is well aware of her transparency but it seems as if neither wants to give it a name in fear of turning it into a weapon, one that is much too sharp for their skin. her love is romantic, deathly so - even the act of killing him is something that the bard would envy.  

her smile answers his question with little remorse as she continues to lean against the doorframe, cementing her place as well as respecting his.  ❛   would you like the truth  ?   ❜  hardly a simple query but the floral lilt of the question lacks thorns.  ❛   i keep a very clean house,  mon coeur.  i do not tolerate rogues.  what you are looking at is competition.  that man used to work for me.   ❜

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

18 | chapter seven

summary: weekdays at peaches are easy, except when billy needs to apologize for more than one thing while you kick him out of the store.

warnings: swearing.

listen to: Black Sheep [Brie Larson’s version] - Metric | Lovegame - Lady Gaga | Ain’t no rest for the Wicked- Cage the Elephant (playlist here)

word count: 3k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

Weekdays at Peaches Records and Tapes, you’d come to learn, weren’t as busy as on the weekends. 

There was a lull in the afternoons, which led you to yawn as you absentmindedly moved, replace, and cleaned some vinyl on the What is Hip? section of the store. When you still lived in Chicago, you recalled how eclectic your Peaches store was and how it would be demolished after a new record came out or when a new artist would drop by to sign the records of their fans. You never worked there but it was one of your favorite places, you could stay hours there picking records and new music that you found, it was huge. It came to the point where you would start to dance to the records, in the farthest corners of the store when it didn’t seem like someone would realize. 

When you were younger, just a small girl, you loved dancing and music which was one of the reasons you took up cheerleading. Our little dancer, your mom often called you. She said that you have gotten your love for music and dancing from your dad since he’d play music all over the house when you were still on your mom’s belly. Soon, you were dancing and thumping to the beat of songs that he continued to place all over the house and then, you became the star of many numbers for the Christmas celebrations and thanksgiving too. 

When your dad passed, the music stopped being a thing of your house. 

You still found comfort in it, though. Now, you were always with your headphones on, even when riding. And dancing, you reserved it for cheerleading or your alone times in your room. 

And since you moved to Hawkins, when Eddie insisted on listening to what you were listening to in your Walkman, you danced a bit too. He would insist that you stood up before he spin you around as he sang to the music out loud, a bit too loud; and although you often would be red as a tomato, you were happy to have a friend like Eddie. He was the one that had to offer you the gig, he worked there too but on the weekdays the manager had decided that it would be best if there was only one of you in the store, the weekends were the ones when both of you would be working. You were so grateful to Eddie for helping you find the job, you were kind of desperate and there was no way you wanted to work in the supermarket which was the only other place offering work.

Now, you could spend your afternoons, the ones when you didn’t have to stay for cheerleading practice, with the likes of Madonna, The Smiths, Wham!, Kate Bush, David Bowie, and Queen. 

And Billy Hargrove too. 

“Hi,” you said first as he opened the door and you walked to the counter at the front of the store. 

“Hey,” he replied with a soft smile. Billy was wearing his tight jeans and white shirt, along with a leather jacket that made him look exceptionally good. Maybe he had tried to look exceptionally good for you but you decided not to pay too much attention to him. 

“So, you work here?” he asked as he leaned on the counter and you let out a small giggle at the question. He, again, realized how much he liked your laugh. 

“What gave it away? Me behind the counter? Or the crappy uniform?” you asked as you twirl around with the awfully big jean jacket that you were forced to wear, you didn’t enjoy the heavy material. Billy was nearly blaming if it wasn’t for him trying to force down his excitement to see you. 

“You look good either way,” he shrugged with his teasing eyes, and your smile immediately dropped for a second and a frown replaced it.

“Stop,” you warned him, gazing at him with a pointed look. 

He raised his hands softly, chuckling to himself. “Sorry,” He wasn’t sorry. “So, about the Great Gatsby…” he continued innocently as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Did you already read it?”

“Didn’t you hear I was Mrs. Clarke's best student?” Billy pointed out as he made his way through the different stands filled with records. 

“Right,” you muttered, a light pink appearing on your cheeks. “I was thinking of focusing on Nick Carraway.”

Billy stopped his steps for a moment with a frown as he glanced at you. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, no one usually focuses on him,”

“Well, yeah but that’s because he simply tells what he sees,” 

“He’s the narrator,” you said raising an eyebrow while simultaneously shaking your head. 

“I think the green light would be better,” Billy said, ignoring your previous comment. 

“Ugh,” you let out, almost involuntarily. 

Billy chuckled to himself as he raised his gaze to you. “What?”

“Too cliché,” you muttered as you leaned on the counter. “Everybody knows it’s about the American Dream,” you rolled your eyes at the concept, but Billy shook his head slightly as his eyes continued to wander the store. 

“I don’t think so. It’s about hope,” Billy replied softly as he rummage through some vinyl from the 70s collection. 

You watched him carefully from the counter, you hadn’t realized that his hair seemed golden in the sunlight of the afternoon, the messy curls seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead, suddenly, you felt a tingly feeling in your stomach but you decided to not pay much attention to it. 

“Hope?”

“Yeah,” Billy replied, unaware of your gaze on him. “Gatsby’s, his unwavering love for Daisy,” he explained, his answer caused you to smirk. 

“Wow,” you whispered mostly to yourself but Billy caught it. 

“What?” he asked as he raised his gaze to yours and started to walk to the counter. 

“Didn’t take you for the romantic type,” you said, there was a slight curve to his lips, just a hint of a smile, as if he was enjoying it. 

“Didn’t take you for a not romantic type,” he bite back. 

You were blushing then, although you didn’t understand why. 

“I’m not,” you shrugged, deciding that avoiding his gaze would be for the best, so you quickly decided to change the song that should be playing softly in the background. 

Billy smirked as he caught a glimpse of the light pink of your cheeks. 

“Hm,” 

“What?” you asked as you turned to him. It sounded a lot more accusatory than you meant it. 

“Harrington seems like the romantic type,” Billy replied nonchalantly, probably trying to get a reaction out of you but you felt like you knew better. 

But then, you turned to him and he smiled. He had the glee of a child when he was getting ready to play a game as he gazed at you, nibbling on his lower lip but you refused to reply with a smile. 

“What did I tell you?” you grumbled as you turned around once more to not face him. 

“I’m not prying,” he replied innocently. “Just trying to make conversation,” he muttered

You rolled your eyes at the comment. 

“The way you make conversation is abysmal,”

“So is your current wardrobe.”

“Why do you like English so much?” you said ignoring his comment, finishing the replacement of the song. Now, Bad Reputation playing in the background. 

Billy stayed quiet for a second as you maintained eye contact and Billy seemed to fidget slightly at your constant undivided attention. 

Billy wasn’t even sure of the answer. 

He figured as he gazed at the vinyl it was because of the music. He had spent so many hours in the Camaro with his mixtapes and records as he drove around that he ended up searching for the lyrics and thinking of the reason behind them. Music in his car was one thing that made him happy. And so, when he got to English class and started to read poems and books that didn’t make him fall asleep, he thought it wasn’t as different from the way he had treated songs for a while. 

He also attributed it to the fact that he liked to spend most of his life daydreaming as a form of coping with his life. 

“I just…” Billy began as you leaned forward, waiting for him to explain further, but Billy felt a bit trapped. “It's a good way to think about other things,”

“So, you are running away from something,” you said. 

Billy shrugged, unable to deny the reality of things. 

“What is it, your inflated ego?” you said, not missing a beat. 

Billy scoffed slightly with a frown but when he saw the amused smile on your face, he couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Then, he heard your giggle and his heart lurched, he started laughing with you softly. 

“Fuck you,” he said between laughs, which only served for you to laugh even louder. 

You snickered and Billy grinned at you too. 

He once again realized how much he liked to hear your laugh. He also realized that your features had softened, becoming warm and almost bashful. Billy’s playful grin died down a bit as he stared down at you, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He hadn’t realized how mesmerizing your eyes were and Billy found that he couldn’t tear his eyes off you. 

“Favorite record?” you said between giggles after the laughs died down a bit. 

“Girls on film right now, or Hungry Like the Wolf,” he replied honestly while you simply nodded in agreement. 

“You like Duran Duran, good,” you admitted as you watched him carefully. Your eyes fell on the golden chain that hanged from his neck, you’d noticed it before but just now you realized he always wore it, but you quickly flickered your eyes back to his electric blue ones. 

“You?” he asked. 

“Lately, ABBA,” you replied honestly. You had it on repeat and you absolutely adored it, your mother used to play it for you to sleep when you were younger. 

They calmed you down. 

“You said you weren’t the romantic type,” Billy said, his lips quirked slightly, fighting to keep the smile off his face. 

“I just like their music,” you shrugged honestly as you twiddled with your thumbs, you glanced down suddenly finding it embarrassing to share that you listened to ABBA non-stop. 

“Right,” he said. There was a beat of silence as Billy gazed at you softly. He realized how beautiful you looked in the sunlight of the afternoon, his eyes tried to soak in all the features of your face, there was a light scar over your cheek and he realized how your cheeks always had this distinct pink color when he was burning you with his gaze or how permanent your smile was once you let your guard down. “That’s what you were listening to when we met?” he muttered almost involuntarily. 

You glanced at him softly and realized how soft his blue eyes were at the moment, they were always electric blue but as you watched him, they seemed so calm like the sea. Your mind was suddenly screaming at you, asking you if you’d let your guard down a little bit to the asshole of the school. You couldn’t be seen with the likes of him, and yet here you were leaning in a bit and having a comfortable conversation with the one person you shouldn’t be having one, and suddenly you closed yourself off again, It was a bit jarring seeing you make a sudden switch. 

“It’s none of your business,” you replied a bit too harshly, and Billy noticed how your jaw set in and suddenly, he felt his irritation spike.  

“It was just a question,” Billy replied as he narrowed his eyes at her. 

“I have one for you, can you fuck off?” you gritted out immediately while you glared at him. 

And then Billy, as sensitive to you as he might've been, suddenly had enough. 

“What has your panties in a twist?” he growled, raising a brow. 

Suddenly you felt the heat on your cheeks and for sure you were turning a burning red. 

“Don’t talk about my panties!” you screamed, raising from the counter. 

Billy maybe knew it wasn’t nice, maybe he knew that you were living two different lives and you were simply exerting all your frustrations onto him because he was there, and honestly, he knew it wasn’t hard to hate him. But emotional intelligence wasn’t Billy’s forté and instead, annoyed and tired at your behavior, he did something although he knew that he could be better than that.

And yet he still did it. 

“Oh don’t tell me,” he chuckled sharply. “Are you a virgin? Of course, who would want to fuck the frigid bitch,” 

Then, once before, the tame glare on your eyes transformed into a disparaging one. Billy immediately notice the glint in your eyes that he knew meant that you were pissed. You quickly got out of the counter and stalked over him, roughly shoving his shoulder as you passed to the door and opened it. 

“You know, I tried to give you a chance,” you chuckled crudely as you held the door open. “But just as everyone says, you are truly a dick, out,”

“Oh, please,” Billy scoffed. “I might not know better, but you haven’t even tried to give me a chance. You tried to bite my head off when I tried to talk to you and be nice,”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said mockingly before closing the door again and walking right up to him. “You are trying to be nice and I should be thankful that the King of Hawkins has graced me with his presence and interest in me,” 

Billy frowned, staring down at you incredulously, really feeling irritated by you know. His hand was itching to get a cigarette out right there and then but he could see it would be no good, he had already messed up enough. So, as much as Billy hated to do so, he backtracked a bit.

“What’s with the extra dose of bitchiness today? I asked a question about music and now I’m getting chewed out for it?”

“I said it was none of your business. Maybe I don’t want to share my life with you. Did you ever think of that?” you growled. “But no, King of Hawkins here thinks he’s entitled to know me, and all of the sudden I’m a bitch because I like to keep my private life, private,” you snapped. 

Billy stayed stunned for a second, his lips twisting as he stared at you and thought about something to say. Billy had realized you were extremely closed off by nature and always had your guard up, but he’d seen you loosen up a bit around him. He knew there was something more behind the perfect house, the cheerleader uniform, and the goody-two-shoes attitude but he didn’t understand why you were hiding. 

He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“I’m sorry for overstepping,” 

You stared at him for a moment, not particularly emoting anything on your face. Billy Hargrove, someone that rumor has it never apologized, had just apologized to you. Maybe if it was any other day when you didn’t have a headache and weren’t feeling so shitty, maybe you would’ve accepted it and let it go, but the frigid bitch comment still rumbled on your head. 

You knew he was right, you knew it wasn’t fair. 

“You’ve got more things to apologize for too, Hargrove.”

Billy’s eyes twitched in frustration and his jaw clenched. 

“And I’m sorry for saying that you were a bitch,” 

“A frigid bitch,” you corrected him as you raised your eyebrow as Billy sighed.

“A frigid bitch,” Billy said slowly through grit teeth, leaning down with narrowed eyes. You stared at him and suddenly, you were aware of how he was looking at you, how his eyes had turned to the same teasing manner that they did when he talked to you and how flustered you were becoming. Even with narrowed eyes, he still made you feel something deep inside of you. “You know what?” he whispered almost softly as he leaned down even more. “I could fuck the frigid right out of you,” 

Although you were appalled by his statement and looked at him with widened eyes, your body reacted a bit differently. You felt your knees going weak at the sound of his voice, there was a shift in the atmosphere with his words and you felt your everything suddenly felt so warm. He was doing it to get under your skin or something, you were sure of it. 

“Out, Hargrove” you said softly but seriously, at least as seriously as you could. 

Billy saw how even your neck was flushed and how, although you were staring at him in annoyance at that moment, there was a second where your eyes didn’t scream annoyance to him. Of course, you weren’t drooling over him or anything, but he could see something. And although Billy didn’t get you and although as much as he would’ve like to know a bit more, Billy was always one to tease. 

“How about you make me,” he replied getting even closer to you, enough that he could smell the jasmine and coffee scent that followed you everywhere. 

There was a beat of silence. Both of you held your gazes, eyes linked as both of you looked at the other defiantly. The golden hour just hitting both of you in the right second and Billy turned into summer for you, his sandy-blonde curls turned golden and so did his skin, his eyes gleamed even more and he became annoyingly prettier by the second. His eyes flickered to your lips and you frowned. 

Suddenly, the jingle of the bells that hung on the top of the door opened. Almost immediately Billy took a step backward and you spun on your heels, putting space in between you just in time as some freshmen walked into the store. 

“Welcome to Peaches!” you exclaimed with a smile, one of them smiled at you but as soon as they notice Billy they scurried away into the store. 

You relaxed as they focused on something else, but then you turned to Billy and quickly nudge your head to the door. Billy rolled his eyes immediately at your glare and before you knew it, he opened the door and walked out of the store. 

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author's note: can't believe I already finish chapter eight! I'm so so excited for the next few chapters. I'm extremely grateful for all the support, really, like I can't explain how much your kind comments mean to me like they have really become the highlight of my year!! thank you so much, I really hope you enjoy this new dynamic between them because billy's now getting annoyed too, like both can play a game.

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[omnybus]

What does the food in Fallout taste like?

I've been doing more cooking in Survival mode then I ever have in previous fallout games, and I've also been reading the excellent manga "Dungeon Meshi", which includes several instances of characters cooking and eating fantasy monsters. It got me wondering: What does the food in Fallout taste like?

Here's some fan-theories from me:

Bugs in General: Should be cleaned and cooked thoroughly before eating to avoid risk of disease. Can be cooked in the exoskeleton to seal in juices and prevent drying out.

Bloatflies: Very soft and pillowy like brie, or firm tofu. Flavor can vary based on fly's diet, from somewhat bitter to overwhelmingly vinegar-like in both taste and smell. Definitely needs to be cooked thoroughly to avoid food poisoning. The maggots are probably more succulent and flavorful.

Radroach: Like a big slab of greasy chicken or turkey. Rather bland, but absorbs flavors well, so season generously with salt and spices.

Radscorpion: As long as you don't eat the stinger, it's not poisonous. Has texture similar to crab or shrimp, with a more nutty flavor. Best cooked by stuffing some mutfruit wedges under the shell to add a bit of sweetness and keep the meat juicy.

Bloodbugs: Having subsisted mostly on blood, bloodbug meat has a strong metallic taste and a gritty texture, similar to liver or blood pudding. Best served with something spicy to balance it out.

Mirelurks/Fog Crawlers: Probably tastes just like crabs/crayfish in real life, but better (Grandma Sparkle in FO3 says it's the "finest meat you can get"). More buttery and savory, with the claws especially having the best balance between flavor and tenderness. Can be cooked in many different ways, but the most popular is to steam it with some beer or Nuka-Cola. Softshells are especially popular, but best done grilled.

Deathclaw: Lots of lean muscle makes Deathclaw meat rather firm, like dark meat chicken. Best prepared by tenderizing/marinading it first, or stewing it on a low, slow flame. Given the reputation of deathclaws, this meat is probably eaten more as a status symbol than an everyday dish.

Pre-War Food: Probably tastes more or less just like it did 200 years ago- I assume that most of them have enough preservatives to mummify a small dog. Salty, starchy, greasy, sugary- whatever applies best. Probably not the best thing to eat regularly, but would be a good source of comfort food at the least. After fighting for your life all day in the Wasteland, it's good to kick back by the fire and enjoy a delicious Fancy Lads Snack Cake.

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Lingerie

Summary: To write this I had to give them at least a semi happy life. So yeah picture this however you want. Maybe in this Peeta never goes to the games or maybe he does and somehow he doesn't still have PTSD. I don’t know it’s up to you. There just gonna go spend a summer evening and then fuck in my book.

Promt: “18. Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

Warnings: SMUT, I used the word thrust and I forking named it lingerie 🤮. Sorry for being so uncreative.

A/N: shout out to @brie-larsqn for suggesting this. I love the Hunger Games but I’m very touchy about them. The movies always made me Tense and I think because I watched them too young or something. I love these books but anytime I think too much about Katniss or Peeta I just get tense. Probably has something to do with them being like 16 and forced to kill other teens. I don’t know, maybe I’m just scared of powerful white men in the government.

As I waited for Peeta to arrive at our safe house, I busied myself with preparing the lunches. Only checking my clothes in the mirror every so often.

We often escaped to this little one-room cabin near the lake during our free time. Especially during the summer as kids. But you weren’t kids anymore that was for certain. I checked my dress once more in the small dirty mirror, just trying to make sure the strap tied around my waist was in place to keep my dress from showing anything just yet. The hut wasn’t much but no one ever bothered us this far from town, and we had done our best to clean it up over the years. We added a rug and a small table and scrap chairs we found. It was perfect for our private meetups.

Finally, at a quarter to noon Peeta finally came walking over the hill outside. I opened the door and ran to him jumping straight into his arms. “You’re here! I’m so glad you made it. I’ve thought of so many things for us to do today.”

“I can’t wait.” He said smiling and taking my hand in his. We walked back toward the little house and I shut the door behind us. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t had other plans for this evening than what I had originally promised.

“So Peeta I was thinking. While it’s perfectly nice outside maybe we should wait a little while before we do any of the things we had planned.”

He raised an eyebrow suspicious of my strange behavior. “What do you mean? Why should we wait? What else would we even do?”

I blushed knowing full well my own intentions and looked away from the young man. “Well there is one thing we haven’t done in a while.” I turn my head back to him hoping to catch some sort of reaction.

“And what might that be?” He smiled and took a step to pull me into him with his arms around my waist.

“Well, I do have a few extra cards up my sleeve just for this occasion.” I leaned in as close I could get to him with my lips near the shell of his ear. “Want to see what I’m wearing underneath all this?” I could feel something I’m the air change as I pulled away.

He was dumbstruck, but his shock quickly turned into a dark smile. “Yes please.” His lips immediately met mine with a passion like never before. I quickly untied my dress and let it fall from my shoulders to the floor revealing the sexy lingerie I had on. He only pulled away for a second to see what I had bought. “And here I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.”

We were back on each other just like that. I had stripped him of his shirt as he lifted me up onto the small table in the center of the room. With my legs wrapped around his waist he began trailing kisses down my neck. I ran my hand through his hair pulling softly. He stopped and for a moment stared into my eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. “This is different, you’re never quite like this.” He smiled. You never teased me like this. I blush a little knowing the effect I’ve had on him.“ He began to line himself with my entrance, “You ready for this?”

“Always.” I pulled his lips back down to mine, and he quickly thrust into me. I let out a moan as he kept his pace up. Peeta was never this passionate before. I could feel the table shaking underneath me and began to worry it might not hold, but I didn’t care. Both of us reaching new highs as we finally hit that climax.

We stayed in place panting for a few minutes before he pulled out and helped me off the table. We grabbed our scattered clothes from the floor and sloppily through most of them back on. I couldn’t even find the lingerie from earlier.

We turned to the tiger and quickly began to laugh. Peeta once again wrapped his arms around me and smiled. “So what else were you wanting to do today.”

I gave him a wicked smile, one I did not sue quite often. “I had some other ideas early, but you know they’ve all slipped my mind.”

“Well I guess I'll’ just have to find other fun ways to spend our day together.” I laughed. “Now where's that new lingerie you had?”

[unofficialadamtaurus]

The Bering Bet

Some Nicole content between my brain throwing fits about the latest IQ episode.

“Two, sixty-four, seven...I hate Academy students.”

Nicole released a sigh and shoved the small drawers of screws back into the cabinet.

Thanks to a certain Beacon professor deciding to have his class do a week-long survival course and failing to warn the students to have maintenance kits with them, Nicole had been swamped with the worst kind of job: basic wear and tear repair. And, for whatever reason, Signal had been encouraging its students to standardize their parts for years. A perfect storm to leave him with a dearth of the screws now in absurdly high demand and an abundance of the ones no one wanted to use anymore.

Seriously, just because the school said that something was a good idea didn’t mean they were right. The next person to come in here with a weapon repair that didn’t require those damn screws was getting a discount.

He marked off the counts on the inventory sheet and leaned against a nearby counter while he chewed on the pen’s cap and flipped through the pages. Those screws, a new metal drum to replace the one he’d accidentally melted a hole through the other day, and sand seemed to be the only things he was in need of. He added some microalloy steel and titanium just to be safe; he hadn’t been getting as many scrap weapons pawned to him lately.

The bell connected to the one over his store’s front door rang. Nicole raised an eyebrow. Sure, he was open today since he didn’t have anything better to do, but what idiot let things get desperate enough to search out a blacksmith on a holiday? Not only that, but at the crack of dawn?

Replacing the pen’s cap and setting aside the clipboard, he headed through the heavy door that separated his forge from the shop floor. In the rectangular space beyond, he spotted the newcomer: a young woman, no older than seventeen, with light brown skin, tightly braided hair, a green sundress, and two swords awkwardly bundled in her arms. She peered over those swords to meet his inquisitive gaze with a nervous one of her own. 

“This is Nicole’s, right?” Her voice was breathless, her forehead gleaming with a thin layer of sweat.

“It is.” He gestured for her to meet him at the main counter, where she lay down the swords for him to inspect. “And you are?”

“Brie.”

“Beacon student?”

She nodded.

“All right, then, Brie. These are both yours?”

She nodded again. “I used my old one, the one on your left, as a backup, but now they’ve both been damaged. I need that one,” she pointed to the one on his right, “fixed first.”

It wasn’t unheard of for professional huntsmen or even students to have weapons in reserve in case their primary one broke, but it wasn’t common. Most knew their own limits well enough to avoid disaster. “What happened?”

His question, both blithe and a stock-standard way to make small talk with a customer while he inspected what they brought in, caused her to hesitate in a way that was not standard. He kept his gaze firmly on the weapons while she presumably made up a lie that would be both believable and hide whatever stupidity led her to bringing two broken swords to a blacksmith’s shop at seven-thirty in the morning on a kingdom-wide holiday.

The single-edged swords were remarkably similar in design, though the one on the right had bulkier components near the base of the blade and running up the back. Their problems were also similar: broken blades. The right-hand one’s tip had been snapped clean off. The left-hand one’s blade was cracked at the base. Not a full break, but any solid contact could have the whole thing shattering.

“I recognize this base,” Nicole mused, grabbing the sword on the right and tilting it up towards the light to get a better look. Brie tensed when he did so. “The Bering-Five, right?” He gave it an experimental swing.

Brie hastily slid back, much to Nicole’s amusement. The blade’s broken tip would have gotten a little close to her, sure, but there would have been an inch or two of room. No need to move.

He switched his gaze to the weapon she wanted fixed second. “And this,” he picked it up in his other hand, “is...the Bering-Two.”

The Bering-Five was cutting-edge design from Bering, the Mistral-based weapons manufacturer who specialized in making base models that huntsmen who didn’t want to spend obscene amounts of time on engineering their own could use as starting points for their weapons. They came out with new versions every few years, but...

He eyed Brie. A Beacon freshman, if he wasn’t misjudging her age, so she would’ve built her weapon within the last six or so years even if he generously accounted for her doing it before she even reached Signal. The Bering-Two had been out of fashion for nearly fifteen years already.

A smile threatened to curl his lips, but he kept it carefully contained. So that was it.

“It must have been quite an experience to jump to the newest model,” he prodded.

She pursed her lips.

“I’m sure it took a lot of work to afford and engineer it, too,” he pressed. “Especially this grip. Was the smaller size not to your liking?”

Her shoulders rose like the hackles on a dog.

He squeezed the grip for both weapons, finding with his pinkies the hidden triggers for the shift mechanisms. With a twirl of his wrists accompanied by the shifting of hidden joints and metal, he flourished a pistol and rifle instead of two similar-looking swords. Even with the blades broken, the rest of the parts were intact enough to complete the shifts. “You even changed the kind of gun you paired with it. No small thing for a Beacon student to do.”

Like a thundercloud finally overwhelmed by the rain it was holding back, she broke. “Fine, I get it! That one isn’t my weapon. I borrowed it and it broke. Are you happy?”

He set the weapons down and turned a patronizing smile onto her, which only made her aggravation worse. “I’m doing my due diligence, but you? You’re coming into my shop on a holiday morning so desperate for help that you didn’t bother coming up with a cover story worth half a damn before I asked your for one. I don’t think you ‘borrowed’ this.” He tapped the Bering-Five. “Tell me, what do you think your teammate will do when they realize you stole their weapon?”

“I didn’t steal it!” she protested hotly. “I - I borrowed it, honest. I didn’t ask, sure, but I was - am - going to give it back.”

“Oh? And what are you going to tell them while it’s being fixed?” Her silence was answer enough. “So you stole their weapon, brought it...I assume to Forever Fall for a test run.” It was the closest Grimm-infested area to Beacon, and she looked like she’d run all the way to his shop from the school, meaning that she didn’t have other transportation. “How did you break it?”

She finally buckled under his stare and looked away, lips pressed into a thin, ashamed line.

“Well?”

“Boarbatusk,” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Boarbatusk. It rolled, I panicked, and the sword got stuck in its stupid tusks.”

That would explain why it had snapped instead of shattered. But to do that despite years of training at Signal? Idiot.

He let out a low whistle. “You panicked, and you’re already halfway through your first year? That’s not a good sign.”

“Look, can you fix them or not? Sean said you’d be able to do it, but if you can’t - ”

Sean? Ah, the machete-wielding boy who had managed to partially melt his weapon’s hidden barrel the previous week.

Nicole put his hands down on the blades before she could tug them away. “I never said I wouldn’t. I just like having the full story.”

It was obvious that he’d rankled her pride and she was going to walk out anyway, so he applied a bit more weight to keep the weapons where they were. “I can have your repairs to both done by this afternoon.”

She froze. “That’s - ”

“Bering has standardized parts, publicized specs, and makes their bases with the express intention that broken parts can be easily replaced. Of course, prioritizing your fixes will add a premium, but it’s doable.”

Her surprise turned to suspicion. “How much?”

“Both require the same repair: a new blade. I don’t have any premade, so I’ll have to forge them. With the labor and rush costs, one hundred lien each.”

“Two hundred lien? You’re serious?”

She wasn’t trying to take the weapons back anymore, so he spared a second to ring it up on the register and flip the display around so she could see the total.

She stared at it. “That’s...that’s low.”

He cocked an eyebrow and reached for the keys again. “I can raise it.”

“No! No, it’s fine.” She fumbled in her purse and handed over a credit card. “Please.”

He rang her up, handed her the receipt, and mockingly waved to her back as she made her exit. “See you later!”

Honestly, were all freshman this high-strung? Even his own team hadn’t been able to handle the slightest bit of stress that first year.

No time left to waste on those thoughts, though. He hadn’t been lying about the timeline, he’d just been...making a bet. With himself.

It was about time he broke his Bering repair speed record, anyway.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Petal

college!sebastian stan x reader

masterlist

Summary; Your boyfriend Sebastian has been spending much time studying, hardly sparing himself a break. Finally, he sees the pros of taking one

Warnings; smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, fluff

divider by @firefly-graphics

Sebastian was to be home any minute, he had been prolifically stressed from his classes regarding his law certification, and you had decided to exhibit him a well deserved distraction that would surely take his wired brain off from the course that was practically running through his veins at this point.

It seemed that at every waking moment, he was doing something to aid his studies, and whilst that was great that he was so dedicated to passing for this insane qualification, he did need to take breaks here and there. He wasn't the only one suffering from his late nights, and his resurrection from slumber at the crack of dawn, no. You were too, you missed him, despite being in the same apartment and room as him for the majority of his spare time.

He acted as though he had no time to spare, but you were well acquainted with his schedule, especially by now. The only difference was, that he had no occupation for a moment to relax with you, or by himself. His showers took five minutes every morning and evening, it was as though he were rushing to clean himself so that he could proceed to go back to putting his nose in a book, or searching specifics online.

But tonight, you were going to cut him off. If he didn't endure a moment of mindlessness, then you were sure to go mad yourself. You were keening for his touch, all you had received in the past few weeks were chaste kisses on both your lips and forehead, as well as verbalised 'I love you's. Perhaps it was selfish, he was striving towards a great achievement in his life, and you wanted a little bit of attention, but you knew he was holding himself from any relief also.

From the minimal time that he spent under the cold stream of the showerhead, he didn't have enough time to rub one out, and there was no fear that you had of him seeing another woman. Sebastian was not like that at all, and you had the clarity of him being in the kitchen half the time, typing away on his laptop, as he ran over some old notes and updated them.

Currently, he was out, he was in his lecture. There was a span of fifteen minutes from the time that he would be on the walk home, and you knew that was exactly how long that took in your shared student apartment, because you too endured your studies. But once more, your own were pushed to the side as you speculated your appearance in the silver tapestry of your mirror.

Your hand steadied on your right hip as you posed in front of it, twisting your waist to find the most attractive angle for you in your new wear. The underwear was tight, and not to mention, completely sheer. It's see through nature made wearing it practically pointless, but considering his current frustrations, it was only fair to give something to rip off of you.

Truthfully, you had to admit, you looked damned good. There was no way he would choose studying law over ravishing your body, a spark jolted through your body as the door behind you opened, and with a seductive bite to your lip, you turned around, only to scream and cover your body with your hands, or at least to the best of your ability. "Holy fuck, don't you know how to knock?!"

"I didn't think I'd have to because your human dildo isn't here!" Anthony defended himself, having turned around, as the image of you, one of his best friends, practically in the nude, burned behind his eye balls. The fact that he had seen you made you feel sick, this was not how you had intended the afternoon to go.

"Is there a reason that you burst into my room looking for me Mackie?" The question was indeed one that you wanted to know the answer to, you still felt so exposed, although he was not looking at you. That was certainly something that you were going to avoid telling Seb, that would definitely be a big distraction from his work.

And of course, alongside that, he would have an intent to possibly murder your flat mate, and whilst Chris would be laughing at that, there would be a heavy hotness to your face, as you watched them immaturely battle. Anthony cleared his throat thoroughly, directing towards the face that he was about to speak.

"Definitely not to see you like that." Retorted the math major, shrugging the shiver off his shiver as the memory tormented him once more. "But... me and Chris were going to meet with Scarlett, Takia and Brie, we were going to see if you and Seabass wanted to join, but as I saw against my own will, you have something already planned for your dinner."

“Um yeah, no, we’ll pass. Thanks tho buddy.” Oh god, to say you felt awkward was an understatement. If you were wearing clothes, or at least more socially appropriate ones, you’d go to him and give him a typical punch on the shoulder. Though, if you were clothed more body wear, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Only things like this happened in college flats, that was one thing that could be confirmed.

“Okay then. Good to know...” Anthony closed the door and proceeded to enter the kitchen. He went grab himself an apple, and realised then that it was an unfortunate consequence, but he had lost his appetite. There had been nothing wrong with your appearance - nothing at all - but you were his flat mate and friend! And, you had a boyfriend, whom was also a great reference of social interaction for him.

The sound of keys interlocking with the outside of the door echoed through the kitchen, someone was outside, and he’d be write in assuming that it was Sebastian. Chris was presently occupied by scouring the internet for ways to surprise the girl he was currently hanging with, and honestly by that, Anthony was scared to enter his room.

It could have been anything that he was searching, but to his contrasting luck, the last resident of their flat entered, creases firm on his brow, from thinking too hard. Sebastian was mulling over the lecture that his professor had given his class. Remember to take a break every now and then. Maybe he was right, a break couldn't postpone him from graduating him that much, could it.

Perhaps he was putting it all off, because after receiving his degree, the four of you would have to find somewhere else to live, and a part of Seb was inclined to ask you individually to move in with him. A one bedroom apartment would be cheaper than one with three rooms, and atop of that, he wouldn't have to be cautious of minor things like walking around the flat in little to no clothing, or fucking you on the kitchen counter.

They were all coupley things that he had wishes to do, but because there were another two men residing with you and him, albeit them being your friends, he didn't allow you to do so in anything less than one of his shirts that cascaded down your thighs, so that if you weren't wearing panties, everything would be concealed. Anthony gulped, remembering he had seen you in your surprise for this man, and gosh, did he want to keep quiet about his accidental peek.

Sebastian wasn’t the jealous type, it was rather refreshing how he found that to be an unappealing trait, however, it would still not settle well that someone saw his girl, in a compromising choice of wear that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He would surely make it clear that you were his, and thus the fucking in the kitchen that he dreamt about would be more than likely to unfold, as he rammed you against the cupboards, caring not if guests were due.

“Hey.” It was a breath of fresh air to speak to someone who was not on his course, it was as though he had become estranged from the people closest to him during this part of the term. Thus a striking pang of guilt landed in his chest as he wondered how you must have felt. He hadn’t touched you in any intimate sense in weeks, it certainly felt like years.

That truth gave him no pride, he dropped his items on the counter, planning on returning to them after he had tended to greeting you. A long kiss sounded nice, strung by a chord of untwined tongues that groomed the insides of your mouth, as you reciprocated. If he was very generous to himself, he’d perhaps lay down for a moment, and allow his pianist hands to wander for more than a moment, stroking them up and down your thighs, until he gave supple attention to your sweet delicacy, dipping down to kiss it and run his fingers over the beautiful gates that only he was allowed to surpass through.

Anthony muffled a reply to him, before shuffling out the room, casting him a weird side eye, but Sebastian thought little of it as his mind was preoccupied with something other than his studies. Oh, and how he didn't mind. The mental image of your nude portrait blessing his eyes was enough motivation to have him striding at a fast, yet considerable pace, towards the door to your shared bedroom.

He knew you must have been inside, he saw your lanyard hanging on the coat rack, that was literally a makeshift piece of wood that you had drunkenly returned with one night, along with a very much intoxicated Paul Rudd. There had been construction nearby, and you thought that it was possible to turned the sharp edged plank with nails sticking out as a bedframe. Least to say, Sebastian did not allow that to happen, knowing that one morning, you would end up spiking your scalp against one of the rusted nails.

People had gotten hurt by it from where it was already, there was that time that Tessa had tried to lean on it for a photo, that in retrospect was an applicant towards your photography course, but that didn't end well, you were pretty sure there was still a streak of her blood stained into one side. That may have been why Chris had turned its weight around after that. However, none of you had the money to spare to invest in a real rack, so for now it stayed.

It sure as hell wasn't coming with you guys when you moved out, that was one thing that Sebastian was going to ensure. If Anthony wanted it, then so be it, if all went to plan, the pair of you wouldn't be living with the lovable goof when the time came. Turning the knob to the room, Sebastian heard a gasp, and thus after he shut it, he saw you wrapped up in your robe, your head cocked to the side as you seductively tried to settle on your small double bed.

"You made me jump Sebba." No, he could tell that you had been taking a short nap, as though you had wanted to forget some details from your day. And that you did, and you hoped that Anthony did as well. "Have you got much work to do bubs?" You raised yourself on your elbows and shuffled towards him as he came to sit on the side of the mattress.

"Think I'm going to take a short hiatus from it for a few hours." Now that certainly sounded pleasant, you hummed at his words, stroking his shoulder, as you pressed a kiss to his hand that moved cup your cheek. "Have I been neglecting my little petal?" It was a name he used whenever he was seeking forgiveness, but this time, you shook your head, frowning, as you settled a small smile on your face.

"You've been understandably busy, I get that. I'm not going to go as far as to use that word babes, you've just had a little time to yourself and your schoolwork, and that is fine." He tapped your chin, cocking his head to the side, inviting you to straddle his lap. You'd have been stupid if you refused after all the time that you had spent mentally apart from him, so without another hint, you clambered over his thighs, a giddy expression corrupting your face.

"This is why I love you. So open minded, and not to mention, that mind of yours has had me doing some thinking." Nodding in a current to prompt him to continue, his hands eased their lodging onto your bare thighs, stroking the skin with large soothing swipes, making any hair on your body stand on edge, as he averted his eyesight to the split of your gown that crisscrossed around your chest. It wasn't a sexual focus however, it was more so as though he feared a rejection of one kind.

"Hope you're not gonna propose us having a kid or something, because now is certainly not the time." At your humour, he sincerely laughed, causing a calm to wash over you and him, as he finally looked you in the face. “Unless you mean buying a plant, our last one died, and now you use the old pot to stub out your blunts." You could see the improvisational container as you turned your head to the side, seeing its white exterior be a gradient of light to shielded grey.

"I want you to move in with me." Sebastian responded straightly, bracing his slightly nervous palms to the divot of your waist, as he grasped the skin below your ribs, swirling the pads of his thumbs across your skin, caressing each nimble pore on that part of your body. His breath captured the side of your neck, as he licked a sweet line across a vein that he specifically picked out using his

"We already live together silly. Unless we're gonna move to mars." As you spoke, your brows optimistically raised, as your forearms found a home around the back of his neck, as you pressed tentative kisses to his clean jaw. A series of giggles evicted from you as you darted your tongue out to taste his sharp skin, your hand slipping down to control his own, trailing his touch beneath your gown so that the tips of his fingers were brushing the mesh of your underwear that was poised in a curve upon your hipbone.

"As much as the space nerd in me would love that, and not to mention you would make one foxy astronaut, I meant, after this, and here, we find a place for just you and me. I get if you don’t-“ you pressed your left forefinger to his lips, humming with a smile as he shared a gentle kiss upon your skin. He took the digit into his mouth, sucking the skin and swirling his tongue around the crescent of your nail.

“That sounds... perfect.” Ushering your finger from out past his lips, and the barrier of his nipping teeth, you languidly stroked his bottom lip, spreading the small extent of saliva that had coated your finger. “I’m so happy you’re taking a break Sebba, you deserve it. There’s something I want to show you baby, I know you’re going to like it.”

“Is it under this robe by any chance?” Obliging his answer with a supporting action, you allowed his hands to remain beneath the sleek material, as you untied the thick strand that tied the two sides together around your body. Pushing the dark silk from your shoulders, you revealed the design of petals that prompted through the thin material of your undergarments, everything exposed through the sultry and intimate pieces.

“Do you like it?” You seemed to have forgotten about Anthony seeing you in the internal wear, and from Sebastian’s honed gazing at your full breasts, your nipples sternly grew hard, telling him without need for word that he was silently turning you on. A sigh escaped from him, as he plucked at the seam of your panties, tugging lightly at the side to drag the material up your slit, grasping a light moan from your intimately affected lungs.

“My lovely petal, like is an understatement. You do all this for me, I don’t think I’m going to know how much this was, especially where we’re supposed to be budgeting.” Seb quirked his unbrushed brow, pressing his lips against the column of your throat, intaking the smell and pungent taste of your floral perfume. “But I’m not going to complain, because seeing you like this is certainly worth a fine penny. Is it ungrateful for me to want it off of you though?”

“Wait.” You instructed him, pressing your tongue into the divot of his chin, swiping a line of saliva through the bone structure. “I think we should get my money’s worth. First, I want to get my fill of your appreciation, and then maybe, maybe then I’ll allow you to discard piece by piece from my skin.” Your dominant hand pressed against his growing bulge as a you slid off his lap, running your nose along his thighs, as you fiddled with the purchase of his jeans, him helping you tug the denim off, and down his thick thighs.

“You’re so good to me.” He leaned back, curling his fists into the sheets, as he watched you enduringly pat him over his boxers, drawing a spot of precum to seep out onto the white cotton. “My beautiful petal, hungry for my cock, you want it, don’t you? Want to suck my hard cock, practically starving for it, ain’t ya?” Profusely nodding, you drooled as he twitched, and pushed down his underwear, revealing his uncut, and growing cock.

“Holy shit.” Escaped you as a breathy conjunction of two words, your palm reaching out to rotate his foreskin in your hand, pushing the layer back gently to reveal his hidden slit. Your tongue darted out over the flushed head, suckling on the sensitive portion, spoiling yourself with the salty taste of his aroused skin. “You have such a pretty cock baby.” Pressing a kiss along the length, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, before returning to the tip, swallowing down his cock in your throat.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend revelled in the pleasure, one of his hands capturing your hair in its hold, running his fingers through your locks as you bobbed your head. Gargled sounds choked out from your easing throat, as you continued your administrations, making Seb squeeze his eyes shut, as he endured the pleasure that you pledged him with. “Baby...”

You moaned around his cock, your glazed irises peeking up at him, before pulling off, a strand of saliva connecting you to his hung length. “Say it.” Was his demand as his hand pressed the cheeks of your face together, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout. It was a notion of past experiences that reminded you of what he was speaking of, you blinked your lashes innocently towards him, steadily breathing through your nose as he patiently awaited for you to carry out his order.

“I’m your cockslut.” You mumbled out, spit pooling out of your mouth and rolling down the cleavage of your lips, descending onto your chin, and slipping to be a river down your chest, playing hide and seek in the cups of your sheer bra. “Love your fat cock, and your large balls, and the way your mouth exhibits complete bliss over my pussy.” He tilted your head to the side, as he leaned down, his spare hand reaching behind you to remove your bra, leaving it hanging loosely off from your shoulders.

“How about I eat your cunt, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you petal?” A whine slipped from your lips as you shouldered off the floral laced bra, discarding it on the bedroom floor, as you waded your legs about so that you could do the same with the slim lined panties. “Come on then, get up on the bed pretty girl, let me at that pussy.” Doing as he said, you clambered onto the mattress, your front against the sheets as you tried to position yourself. A slap rumbled off your ass cheek, as Sebastian struck down on the globe of fat, straggling a surprised moan from your lips.

It seemed like he wanted you to remain on your stomach, and so you did as he breathed a swab of cool air upon your clenching lips, swiping his tongue from your heavy clit to your soaking entrance. “Sebs, do something, please.” You collapsed your face into the bed, wiggling your ass towards his face, earning yourself another spank to your behind. It stung, but it was a hot heat that granted you a minor bit of relief; it was certainly better than nothing.

And then, his tongue probed at your entrance, test tasting your cunt as his muscle flicked deliriously over your clit, his forefinger prying at your slit, and slipping without struggle inside of your walls, evoking a withering moan to collapse out from your chest. Another digit slunk through your folds, filling your further, as his pace increased, his mouth surrounding your clit, and rolling the bud around with his instigating tongue. “Petal, pass me the lube.”

With a light head, you blindly reached your hand across to on top of his bedside table, locating the bottle with your fiddling hands, tossing it back towards him. A thump indicates that it did not land on the mattress as planned, instead the container of lubricant hit him in the forehead. A frown covered his face as he shook his head, removing his fingers from your folds, as he grasped the bottle, splurging some of the clear and slippery liquid onto his fingertips.

Seb spread it around his fingers, rubbing it onto his skin, as he applied a little onto your tight hole, prying at your puckered entrance with his lubricated digits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You gently rubbed your face against the sheets as Sebastian entered his fingers into your ass, quickly thrusting them in and out of you. “Feels so good Sebby, shit.” He continued his administrations with a clenched wrist, evicting pleasure upon you as you practically sobbed onto your shared bed. “No, no-“

He removed his fingers, as well as his own shirt that was still covering his chest. Seb clambered off the bed for a moment, locating a condom, as he gave his cock a couple of jerks, rolling the avast protection onto his length, as he positioned himself on his knees behind you. He entered you swiftly, returning his fingers back into your tighter hole, as he began to thrust into both of your entrances. Sounds of pleasure were compelled out from your lungs, as you half screamed his name; there were tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you endured wafts pleasure from both intimate angles.

He curled his fingers within you, picking up his pace as his hips profusely clashed against your own. He was chasing a high, whilst simultaneously reducing you to nothing but a racer to your own. “So fucking tight; in both holes.” His teeth clenched as he moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching harshly around him, as he filled the condom with his white and warm seed. He remained inside of you as he brought one hand down to your cunt, playing with your clit, as he sternly thrusted his fingers into your ass.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, cumming around his softened cock, and mewling into your own wrist. Sebastian extracted his tender cock from within you, also removing his fingers, as he swiped off the condom, tying to open side so that no cum would spill out, and then discarding it in the bin. “Shit, I was wanting some attention from you, but I didn’t know I was going to get that.” You laughed lightly, feeling a little hazy and drunk from your numbing orgasm.

In turn, your boyfriend laughed too, grabbing his shirt from off the ground, and lightly pulling you up, helping you into the baggy material. He pressed a sweet kiss upon your forehead as he rolled to be laid beside you, bringing your sweaty body into his matching side, watching through appeased lids at how you curled yourself into him. “I love you darling.”

“I love you too Seb.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his soft nipple, as his arms locked adoringly around you. “And I’m so proud of you for putting your all into your course.” Your nails stroked down his stomach, as the two of you laid upon the sheets, rather than underneath them.

“Of course I would, it’s for our future in the long term of things.” He stated, brushing any loose strands of hair out from your face. “But I guess it’s okay to take a break sometimes. And that, well that was certainly worth the time away from studying, it always is with you.”