#me replying immediately haha it was a trap

[m1zisua]

most of the time i feel like a ball of energy annoying everyone around me and i am bursting at the seams for any pleasant social interaction i can get and then the other times i just feel dead

[kazumist]

happy birthday to me! posting this a bit early (there's 2 hours left lol) but have this small childe bday drabble for now :) 🎂 sorry for any errors haha i got lazy to proofread </3

“ajax, put that icing down this instant.”

“and what are you gonna do about it if i don’t, hm?” 

the two of you went around the kitchen counter steadily—eyes only focused on the other. how did you get yourself into a situation where childe is threatening to mess you up with frosting, you may ask? well, it simply starts with you suggesting that you should make a cake for your birthday together. 

ajax always had skills for cooking, especially when it came to baking. so it was a cute idea to invite your boyfriend to bake with you so you could have some cake on your special day! however, you regretted the idea immediately when you got to the part where you two were finally going to make the frosting.

“well, i’ll uhm… spend my birthday with someone else!” (a lie. you only planned to spend your special day with him.)

“that’s not going to fool me, sweetheart.” ajax replies, his eyes still locked on you as he tries to read your movements.

“why can’t we just make some icing in peace?”

he chuckles at that. “where’s the fun in that?” you rolled your eyes at his words, still going around the kitchen counter. “ajax, it’s literally eleven o’clock in the evening. i just want this cake to be done,” you said with a sigh, stopping in your tracks.

unfortunately for you, that was when your boyfriend decided to strike. he comes at you with the piping bag in hand, ready to smear you with the sweet icing inside of it. quickly making the run for it, you and ajax went in circles in the whole house until he managed to trap you on the couch.

“i yield! i yield!” you said, laughing at what just happened as you tried to catch your breath in the process. ajax traps you underneath him, somehow distancing the piping bag in his hand from you. he then leans in towards you, making eye contact with you immediately. you initially thought he was going in for a kiss (you were feeling it too! closing your eyes and everything…) but he used that move as a way to trick you.

ajax then swirls some icing on the top of your nose and leans back to admire the artwork he just made on your face. you immediately opened your eyes at the feeling of something being put on your nose and there you got greeted by ajax, who was laughing at your face.

“tartaglia, once i get my hands on you—” childe takes that as his cue to make the run for it.

let’s just say that it took you both a while to get that birthday cake done.

[rashomonss]

The valentines request look divine~

I would like to request Threesome with Mammon and Leviathan, or staying quiet with Asmodeus?

It could be done anyway but I just love the prompts, have fun with your Valentines!!

a/n: I’m finally finishing up my v day request and I’m hoping to have them done before the end of march (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Anyways! I decided to do the threesome one with Mammon and Levi bc it looked fun to me and I’m not even going to lie I had so much fun with this because I just kept writing haha, I do hope it’s to your liking tho!

warning: NSFW (read at your own discretion) , afab MC

“I’m not sharing”

You were originally supposed to have an all night anime marathon with Levi in his room but Mammon decided to invite himself over after you refused to leave his younger brother's room and spend time with him.

“Ugh can you move? I’m trying to explain this part of the story to MC and you’re literally blocking the whole view” Levi groaned as his older brother shot him a glare.

“I’ll move if ya stop hoarding MC” he snapped back.

“I’m not hoarding! They are laying on me, it's mutual” Levi yelled back.

“Shut yer trap you stupid otaku”

“Stop using that as an insult!”

With a groan you curled up into the blanket and Levi as both continued bickering.

“Can you two just relax? It’s not that big of a deal. Here come sit by me too Mams” you finally said causing the second born's eyes to light up.

With a few more minutes of back and forth bickering you were cuddling with the two as the show continued.

Everything remained fine for a few hours and next thing you knew Mammon fell asleep and you were soon getting to that point as well.

Levi could tell as the night carried on so he claimed that if you wanted to sleep he supposed he could allow you too. You thank him you placed a kiss on his lips as you told him good night.

However that good night kiss ended up turning into a small heated makeout session.

As the two of you desperately kissed each other you moved to straddle Levi’s lap, who in turn hesitantly grabbed your waist. You rocked your hips back and forth on his lap as he pulled you somehow even closer than before.

Levi was surprisingly the first one to take action and slip his hand down your pants as you continued to grind on him. There were times you would have to guide him when the two of you would have sex, but you were also always glad for the rare times he wanted to take the initiative.

As your makeout and fingering session with Levi continued the two of you somehow managed to forget there was another person in the room.

Mammon decided to make his presence known again after he cleared his throat and stared at the two of you with a slightly red face.

“Ya realize I’m here right…” he said.

Your face went bright red and Levi practically stopped functioning for a moment. The room went awkwardly quiet until Mammon decided to speak up again, this time with a smirk present in his face.

“Sit on my face” Mammon suddenly said while grabbing your arm, trying his best to pull you off his younger brother.

You looked at him slightly shocked as he manhandled you off of Levi and onto him.

Levi’s flustered face morphed into a scowl as he watched his brother steal away your attention. Sure he caught up in the moment and forgot he was there but he loved it when you two had moments like that. Especially ones where he almost felt confident enough to take the initiative with certain actions. But for Mammon to just swoop in and demand something and your attention when you and Levi were really hitting it off had truly ticked him off.

He watched now annoyed as you straddled Mammons grinning face. Slowly Mammon grabbed your thighs and lowered you down on to him and immediately got to work on tasting every inch of your folds.

As Mammon ate you out feverishly you couldn’t help but squirm and try and lift yourself due to the immense amount of pleasure he was giving you.

“You ain’t going nowhere” he replied as he pulled you back down onto his face, and thought you couldn’t see it you could hear the smirk on his lips.

Levi watched the scene in front of him unfold and something bubbled up inside him that ticked him off more than anything. Jealousy.

There was no way he was just going to sit there and watch Mammon take you when he had you merely seconds ago. Something inside Levi snapped and immediately he made his way over to you and went for your chest.

With a gasp you watched him take your nipple in his mouth and suck harshly as he teased the other with his fingertips.

The two demons sent massive waves of pleasure through your body, to the point that it made your brain feel fuzzy. Levi continued to abuse your chest, which was now covered in hickeys and bite marks. And Mammon had his fun eating you out as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

After a few more harsh sucks and licks to your clit and nipples your first orgasm rolled through you causing you to shudder and cry out on Mammon’s face as he lapped up every single drop. Levi continued playing with your nipples as Mammon helped ride you through your orgasm making sure to overstimulate you just a bit in the process.

Immediately after however, you yelped when his thick fingers were inserted into you. Mammon made quick work of stretching you out and pumping in and out of you as he argued with his younger brother who now wanted a taste of you.

When he deemed you ready Mammon retracted his fingers leaving a lewd pop to fill the room. But he made the mistake of taking his time to get out from under you because in less than a second Levi grabbed you and pulled your hips towards him.

“I can surely do it better than you!” Levi argued as he positioned himself at your entrances.

“As if, ya don’t know the first thing about what they like” Mammon yelled back.

“Shut up” Levi yelled then immediately pushed into you causing a cry of pleasure to leave your lips.

“See?” He scoffed back, with a beet red face as he gestured to the fucked out expression you made when he stuffed both your holes with his cocks. Levi then started out at a slow and steady pace to ease you into the feeling.

Now annoyed Mammon watched as you clung to his younger brother and moaned with each continued thrust in and out of your holes.

He made quick work of discarding his pants and moving over to your face which was currently glued to Levi, your eyes couldn’t help but watch him enter and leave your holes every time.

“Hey just look at me okay? You’re doing great, holy shit you feel so good” Levi stated, then whined as he adjusted his angle and soon found the perfect spot. This causes a few moans to ripple through your lips, thus sending vibrations through Mammon’s cock, making him see stars.

“Don’t look at that weirdo, look at me…that’s it, mhm, just like that MC” Mammon said as he guided your head up and down his cock making sure you were only paying attention to him and him alone.

The longer you looked away the harder Levi pounded into you, and the more you tried to turn your attention back to the third born Mammon would instead make you take his cock deeper.

Both made sure you were stuffed on the top and bottom. The quick pace Levi set had you bouncing on his cocks allowing you to take Mammon deeper down your throat. However when Mammon ran his fingers through your hair to grab a fist full of it you unconsciously tightened around Levi, who gripped your thighs harshly enough to leave a mark.

The way you continued to take both their cocks deeper had the two whining in ecstasy. Mammon couldn’t hold it much longer, so with a slightly harsh grip to your scalp he came in your mouth and watched your surprised expression with a smirk.

Mammon loved the way you looked trying to take all his cum in your mouth. You were on the cusp of an orgasm and you still tried to lap up his cum in the process.

The last thrust finally got the knot in your stomach to come undone causing a wave of pleasure to rush through your body. You buckled your hips into Levi’s cocks and shuddered as you felt him reach his orgasm inside you. His thrusts never stopped though, even with you coming down from your orgasm he still continued at a decent pace, making you squirm as you cried that it was too much.

When you opened your mouth to moan Mammon watched intently as his cum spilled out from the sides. With a smirk he lifted your chin and wiped off the cum that was dripping down your face with his thumb. Then he made sure to immediately stuff his fingers in your mouth after, so you could truly swallow everything.

When the three of you finally came down from your high Mammon grabbed your hip and pulled you towards him. “My turn” he said with a greedy smile.

“No way, I’m going again” Levi snapped back.

Looks like this was going to be a long night…

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

I’d love to hear your headcanons on the relationship of Catnap/Theo and The Prototype…especially when the poor kid became wee little baby Catnap. The Prototype must have a lot of guilt over that, and many, many other things…

Oh, boy, I have so much to talk about!

First, for me their relationship is and will always be of father and son. Even during the time Theo/Catnap starts looking up to Prototype as his god, it is still, at its core, a parent and child relationship. The religious imagery is just another layer it has, even if it's a very bad and unhealthy one. For me the whole cult thing was something Prototype only allowed to happen because it gave him more control over the factory, and, by extension, more protection to his kid, because if anyone dared to mess with him, they would know they would have messed up with the Prototye himself. And also because Elliot was used to people looking up to him and "lost" his "window" to cut it off before it became too much, like how we see in-game.

I think Theo met Prototype by accident, when he was running from bullies and accidentally got lost. He called for help until Prototype heard him and made a "mental link", gently guiding Theo out of where he was. Prototype was in the middle of an escape attempt, btw, and stopped because Theo was just a child and needed help. He would have done the same for any other kid in Playcare, and this is an important part of his personality to me. Proto would never hurt a kid (except if he thinks said hurt will free them from their suffering, which is why he kills CatNap during the og game).

Theo, very young and a bit religious, thought that the voice was actually a guardian angel guiding him out, and tried to contact the Prototype by praying. Proto, who still had the mental link with the kid, was very amused, and told him that no, he's not an angel, just another creature trapped inside Playtime Co. Prototype would often silently escape his cell in order to talk to Theo, or use the mental connection to make his hand appear in front of him. The kid was lonely, terrified, and no other adult seemed competent enough to just do their job as a person and help him, and Prototype knew what it was like to be lonely and terrified. He wouldn't allow this little one to be alone like he himself was.

He protected Theo the best he could. He wouldn't scare the bullies, knowing well that if he did, the higher-ups would immediately make a connection and end any attempts at contacting Theo. At this point Proto was already with the adoption papers all signed up inside his head but he just thought it was normal behavior for him until years later. Prototype helped Theo with homework, taught him how to calm himself down, and, little by little, started showing more of himself. First he made it so that Theo would only see his hand, then his arm. He warned the boy that he had a very scary appearance, to which Theo replied that even angels look a bit scary the first time you see then. Surprisingly, the little boy was amazed by how the Prototype looked like! He thought he was the coolest thing EVER.

Prototype's influence also made Theo start scoring higher at the Game Station. He was a very frail and clumsy kid. If it wasn't for Proto being gentle and encouraging, Theo would have never been fit for the Bigger Bodies initiative. This is something Prototype didn't realize until he accidentally overheard Sawyer talking about the Smiling Critters "line" of Bigger Bodies and saw the test results for Theo. By this point, Proto was planning an escape, with him and the boy freeing all the orphans trapped inside Playtime Co, but when he saw these papers, he decided that the plan must be done as soon and quick as possible. He would allow anyone else to be hurt. And he didn't realize it at the time, but he wasn't going to allow Sawyer to just take his kid away from him like that.

And then Theo almost fucking died. Haha. Lmao, even.

Maybe the fact that Proto didn't have more time to "train" him could be part of the reason why the accident happened. Maybe Theo was just too young. But what matters is that he almost died, and Prototype kept on calling to him, begging him to survive, to get up, but the boy wasn't moving. The Prototype had failed yet another child, and this time it almost costed their life. I think this is how he found out he could cry in his new body, because he was sobbing, and if he wasn't so focused on getting help and not being silent I think he would have screamed a bit.

And then he saw his boy being brought to that room, and he couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. And at least to me this was one of the worst things that ever happened to Prototype, because he loved that kid just like how he loved Poppy when things weren't like this. Taking care of him, raising him... He did that to Poppy as well.

And he failed the two of them.

I think that after Theo became CatNap, Prototype tried to keep a certain distance between them, because he almost killed that boy. He's not a good parent, nor a good friend. He tried to hard to save him, and for what? But to Theo, this wasn't a case of his parent trying to protect him. The last thing he heard was Prototype calling himself a failure: "You failed another one", he said, and Theo thought he was calling him a failure for almost dying. And combine that with the distance post-Bigger Bodies transformation, and the fact that to Theo he was still alive because Prototype saved him, and you have just the right amounts of guilt, second chances and redemption to kickstart the worship.

Theo/CatNap wanted to prove himself to be useful, to be better. Prototype wanted to free him and everyone else inside, and told him about the Hour of Joy. CatNap delivered the news to other toys, grateful that he was being useful to his savior, and helped him set everything in motion for the following months. After the HoJ, Prototype realized he had to feed all the toys inside, and food is not an infinite supply. He taught CatNap how to protect himself from other hungry toys and how to hunt and scavenge for food, and in CatNap's eyes his god was teaching him everything he knew just like old times. It was a reward, he had proved himself to be useful, things will be okay once more.

@/lassieposting made some really interesting posts about their relationship post-HoJ, and I recommend checking the poppy playtime tag on their blog! I love the idea of CatNap eventually leaving Prototype's wing/"area" after a certain amount of time, coming back to the Smiling Critters as a hunter and thinking it's stupid how the group doesn't want to hunt for other toys. However, I like to think that Prototype one day came up to him and told him there wasn't anything else for him to learn, and that he could go, once again creating a distance between them, as Prototype/Elliot still thinks he failed the kid and that he will fail him again if he stays close. In CatNap's eyes this was his savior asking him to prove himself so he would be allowed to be close to him again.

With enough time, CatNap made his Prototype cult, which was allowed to keep on going because Proto firmly believed this would protect him and the mini critters. Plus, more control over the factory, stopping toys from going on a rampage or trying to leave and risking making the experiments known to the authorities. Meanwhile CatNap had to provide food for the mini critters and was finding the same problems Proto himself was having with feeding the toys, and this just made his admiration and worship of him grow more and more (hc also by @/lassieposting).

There's also another element to their relationship: Elliot was a very kind man who was shaken up by war. He raised Poppy to be kind, as much as she possibly could be. For her, kindness was a choice she must make every single day. But for Theodore post Hour of Joy, kindness was something that could cost him his life. Prototype taught him how to be a hunter, and this meant not playing around and not being able to be a kid anymore. CatNap feels like a part of him went missing when he was forced to stop playing because he needed to survive, and a part of him does resent Prototype for that, but he will never admit it out loud.

By the time Angel enters the factory and the game starts, Prototype is being eaten alive by his own guilt. He failed every single child in that damned factory, he failed his two kids (Poppy and Theodore), and he failed himself and his principles. Meanwhile, CatNap is starving not just for food, but for any love and attention he can receive from Prototype. All he wants is for things to go back to how they were once before, but the distance between them just keeps on growing. The cult, the worship and the guilt are killing this relationship for years, and neither of them are able to talk about it.

CatNap just wants his dad back.

Prototype just wishes Theo never had to meet a monster like him.

[heartfelttickles]

Ticklish Terrors

Note: This is my first ‘long’ fic so I’m aware it’s not amazing haha but I do hope you like it! If there’s anything that can be improved then feel free to let me know, bc I am by no means an expert haha… hope you all have the best day :)

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick and Charlie

Words: 1500

Story: Nick and Charlie are watching a movie when Charlie discovers a secret about Nick.

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It was a cozy, Halloween afternoon at Nick's house. The air was filled with the warmth of a crackling fireplace and the sweet scent of freshly baked pumpkin pie, courtesy of Charlie. Nick and Charlie, sat on the living room couch, enjoying each other's company and intently watching the latest horror movie – Nick gripping Charlie’s hand every time a jump scare happened.

“Oh my gosh, who knew rugby lad Nick Nelson was scared of horror movies?” Charlie jokingly remarked when his boyfriend squeezed his hand for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Hey..” he lowered his voice, still playful, whilst poking Charlie’s side, earning a yelp and a slight giggle “that was uncalled for, there’s no need for this many scares- why couldn’t you let me watch a Marvel movie or something where I don’t feel on edge for 2 hours?’ A slight tinge of red growing on his face.

‘You know I hate Marvel movies and this is just a bit of fun, it’s Halloween of course we have to watch a horror film - it’s an unspoken law.’ Charlie justified his movie choice. Nick simply flinched again when another haunting note was played on the organ.

Nellie, afraid of the loud noises, curled up beside them. “This is just cruel, you’re scaring Nellie now, how dare you terrify my dog’ Nick looked down at Charlie with a cheeky grin as Charlie sassily rolled his eyes.

Nick absentmindedly scratched Nellie behind the ears, and she wagged her tail in bliss. The ‘rugby lad’ shifted his focus back to the movie when Nellie leaned towards his side, her nose sniffing around, in an attempt to find the comfiest place to rest her head. Feeling her nose poking around over his side caused Nick to squirm slightly - his hand flew up to cover his mouth but even that couldn’t stop the muffled giggles from tumbling out of him.

Charlie, never one to miss an opportunity for a good laugh, was quick to notice Nick's amusement. He turned to his boyfriend with a mischievous grin and an eyebrow raised – noticing his lover’s shoulders bouncing up and down with uncontrollable giggles.

"What's got you laughing, Nick?" Charlie asked, his curiosity piqued.

Still chuckling, Nick replied, "I dohont knohow what it ihis, but Nehehellie ihihis snihihiffing mehe. Ihit feheheels so weheheird.’

Charlie's eyes twinkled mischievously as an idea sparked in his mind. Scooting closer to Nick, he playfully wiggled his fingers in the air- Nick’s giggling subtly increasing, which unfortunately for him, Charlie noticed.

"Oh, so you think tickling is funny, huh? Because you’re already giggling more with just my fingers giving near you. I think I’m going to have to test my hypothesis that teasing makes you even more ticklish than usual!" Charlie declared, before pouncing on Nick gently, tickling his sides mercilessly.

Nick immediately burst out into hysterical laughter, squirming and trying to escape Charlie's ticklish assault. His joyful laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, blending with the crackle of the fire.

‘Aww Nick, does this tickle? Are your sides ticklish?’ He taunted - fingers increasing their speed and exploring every inch of his sides – relishing in the increasing cackles he elicited from his boyfriend. ‘Wow. You’re reacting like this just on your sides when I know you’re more ticklish elsewhere. I wonder what will happen if I just happen to….I don’t know…. Go here?’ Charlie’s devilish fingers spidered into the hollows of Nick’s armpits, drawing out a squeal from the burly lad as he clamped his arms down, thus trapping the notoriously nimble fingers in one of his worst tickle spots.

‘Chahahar stohohop teheasing…. I cahahant…’ is all the older boy could get out as he attempted to thrash himself away from tickles.

‘Aw you’re so adorable like this you know…. But you do realise my hands are trapped here? I would like to have my hands back if that’s okay with you? So be a good boyfriend and lift your arms up for me?’

‘I chahahant – I knohohhow thahaht trihihick’ Nick giggled out, cheeks turning a flushed shade of red.

Charlie simply sighed theatrically. ‘Okay have it your way, I can do this all day, I’ll just stay in your ticklish armpits for eternity.’

After many, many, many attempts, Nick finally mustered the ability to lift his arms enough to release Charlie’s fingers. Charlie finally relented, allowing Nick to catch his breath, but remained on him. Unbeknownst to them, Nicks mom had witnessed the latter of the attack – a grin on her face hearing Nick’s laugh.

‘It’s been a while since I heard you laugh like that Nicky, darling’ she finally broke the silence.

Almost in synchronisation, Charlie’s head whipped around, and Nick’s head popped out from the side of Charlie – juxtaposing expressions of both embarrassment and their residual smiles.

‘Don’t forget Charlie, his inner thighs are his worst spot…’

‘Oh really’ Charlie, grinning back at her before she left, whipped his head back to face his boyfriend and was able to secure himself on Nick’s waist, hands evilly hovering near his thighs, ready to test out this newfound information.

‘Mom you’re such a traitor… Char – Chahar wahahait.’ Nick’s hands shot out trying to push Charlie’s hands away from his thighs, not being able to stop the anticipatory giggles that tumbled out.

‘enjoy the rest of the night darlings.’ She exited the room swiftly - cup of tea in hand, wide smile of joy plastered on her face.

‘I’m dyyying to see this now’ Charlie playfully exclaimed, locking eyes with Nick’s who attempted his classic golden retriever puppy eyes. Any other scenario, Charlie would have caved immediately… not today.

One squeeze was all it took.

‘CHAR- NOHOHO’ An onlooker would have thought he’d been struck by lightning with the intensity of his reaction from one squeeze.

‘Oh…..my….gosh….. you really are adorably ticklish, have I told you?’ Charlie teased, slightly shocked at how ticklish his boyfriend actually was. Without giving Nick a chance to answer he used both hands to squeeze the tenderly, ticklish inner thighs.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH CHAHAHAHHAHAAR………. NOHOHOHOHO’ Nick positively screamed, head thrown back, back arched, legs violently kicking and thrashing from side to side to escape the ticklish torment from his lover.

‘Aw nick, tickle tickle tickle’ Charlie cooed. Another squeal escaped Nick.

‘The teases definitely make you more ticklish…. Somehow that’s possible… does this tickle sweetheart? Tickle…. Tickle… tickle….’ Charlie enunciated every ‘tickle’ that he spoke with alternating squeezes on his thighs, tears of laughter forming in Nick’s eyes.

He finally let up once Nick’s laughter turned silent. Red faced and breathless yet still giggling with a wide smile on his face – still looking at his tickler boyfriend with the adoration he’s had for him since their first meeting.

Charlie sat next to nick once again, rather proud of his playful victory of proving his hypothesis right.

‘I think you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met Nicholas Nelson’ a mischievous glint in his eye as he teased his red-faced boyfriend.

‘You sure about that?’ Nick questioned, his playful energy surging back to him. ‘So it seems tickling is the weapon of choice today then, huh?’ He paused, waiting for Charlie's response.

Charlie's expression shifted, realising he had fallen into a classic trap. "Oh no, what have I done?" he exclaimed dramatically, pretending to gasp.

Without giving Charlie any time to react, Nick lunged forward, expertly targeting Charlie's ticklish spots. His nimble fingers danced across Charlie's ribs, and Charlie erupted into laughter squirming and wriggling, gradually slipping further and further down the couch.

‘NIHIHICK STOHOHOP’ Charlie cackled.

The room filled with the joyful sounds of their laughter, mingling with Nellie's barks of excitement as she joined in the fun. Nick couldn't help but laugh along with Charlie, feeling their bond grow even stronger with every ticklish retaliation.

‘Come on Nellie, you tickled me, now it’s time to help tickle Charlie’ Nick playfully exclaimed to the cheery dog, who simply licked Charlie’s face and settled beside him.

After another few minutes, Nick finally stopped tickling Charlie, both boys left breathless and feeling an indescribable joy radiating between them. They sat back on the couch, leaning against each other, recovering from the tickle-induced euphoria.

‘ I think we've had enough tickles for one day, we still have a movie to watch’ Charlie said, grinning widely.

Both lads locked eyes on the TV only to find the credits rolling in the movie – much to Nick’s delight. Unable to control his smugness of not having to watch the horror movie, Nick glanced at Charlie. Almost telepathically, their hands attracted each other into a tight hold – maintaining their eye contact of admiration and affection - when they both softly uttered the words ‘I love you’ followed by the most endearing of smiles from both lads. A passionate kiss sealed their phrase, followed by Nick’s choice of romantic movie.

As they sat there watching the new movie, the room enveloped in a cozy silence, Nick and Charlie relished in the warmth of their relationship. Laughing together, sharing playful moments, and creating memories like these reminded them that this is the love they both deserve.

[issuesdolly]

Jonathan Davis NAUGHTY Hotel Date with You

#jonathandavis  #jonathan davis #korn #jon davis #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #oral

Warning: 18+ … smut… sex, oral, my filthy mind 

Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend and you and he have been missing each other terribly while he's been on the road. He has been horribly deprived of an orgasm for a long time and needs you badly. You finally get to spend time with him in the same city on a few days off he has from touring and you have a romantic/sexual encounter with him at his hotel.

*Side note, I have a TikTok where I make Jonathan Davis thirst traps + sexy/funny JD edits if y'all are interested. (Apologies if this is now allowed, I'll remove the link. New to tumblr.

Link to one of my vids lol:

Link to my TikTok:

Story:

The night before you finally got to see your love, he called you on the phone after his gig. It was the middle of the night but you didn't care, you are both nocturnal insomniacs and you had waited for his call with all your heart. You had been dreaming about tomorrow, finally getting to wrap your arms around him, have him hold you tight and smell him, kiss him again. In your dream you were in the hotel lobby looking for him. You woke to the sound of your ringtone. Though you were lost in dreamland you immediately feel a jolt of happy adrenaline. You answer.

"Baby!"

"HI honey!" Jonathan says with a giggly tone.

"How did everything go?" You ask.

"That show just about killed me haha. I'm so fucking beat" Jonathan said.

"Well I can't wait to pamper you tomorrow.... or should I say later today," you said.

"Oh you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to these days off, and to finally seeing you. I have missed you so much honey," Jonathan said.

"I've missed you with my whole heart too," you said.

There was a pause as you both nervously laughed and breathed down the phone.

"MMmmmhh," Jonathan said in a sultry tone. Your breath caught in your throat.

"You know, I can't promise how I'll be this evening, I've gotta try to get some rest. It's so hard to wind down after a show. So much fucking adrenaline. But I'm going to do everything I can to rest up for you" Jonathan continued.

"Awww I know you will. It's going to be hard for me to get back to sleep now too haha, I'm so excited to be with you again," you replied.

"Oh hun, me too. You have no idea," Jonathan said in a more giggly and giddy tone.

"I want..... to make our time count," Jonathan said in the naughtiest voice you ever heard.

You had trouble replying right away because you felt immediately aroused.

"Oh, you can BET I want that too. We will make this time count," you managed to reply in a soft tone.

There was an awkward pause while he giggled the naughtiest giggle you had ever heard.

"Until tomorrow then, or should I say much later today haha," Jonathan said.

"Until later sweetie" you replied shakily.

"Sweet dreams hun," Jonathan said in a sweet tone. You hung up.

That evening you were in the hotel lobby in his favorite dress. You didn't even bother getting too made up. You knew he was going to tear you apart, in a good way haha. When you two are together at home you make love or straight up fuck HARD every night, and now you have been apart for a LONG time by your metric. You see Jonathan enter the lobby looking for you. You lock eyes and he gives you the happiest, radiant grin.

A few people immediately spot him and start approaching him while he gives them polite nods but doesn't take his eyes off you and continues forward as if they don't exist. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and crushes you against him. You give him a huge kiss on the lips. Because you are in public and people are watching, maybe even taking pictures, both of you put on your best "PG rated" kiss, knowing you will have your real embrace in private. Jonathan quickly takes your hand and leads you to the elevator before people have a chance to distract him, try to strike up conversations, or beg for attention. He's still kind to the bystanders though, saying "awww thank you guys.... this is my girl, we gotta get going right now, we are late for dinner.... but thank you."

You get into the elevator alone and you say "dinner? We're going to dinner? I gotta be honest, I'm not hungry. I really just want to be alone with you."

Jonathan turns to you and smushes you up against the elevator wall slowly.

"Oh trust me, we are going to be alone" Jonathan says very quietly.

" That was just my excuse to them. I'm taking you straight to our room. If you want dinner after, we'll order it in," Jon says in a naughty tone.

"Fuck. I need you," you moan and the two of you kiss passionately against the elevator wall while his arms wrap around the small of your back and slide down to your ass.

He is much taller than you so he has to lean down to give you a proper french kiss while squeezing and massaging your ass and pulling your lower body towards his crotch. He  presses his front hard against yours, rubbing your crotches together,  and you can feel him already getting hard. You instinctively wrap one of your legs behind his back inviting him into your open legs as he continues your standing make-out session. He slides his tongue further into your mouth while kissing you hard. His hands slide down to your thighs and he starts to instinctively pick you up by your thighs so both your legs are wrapped around his lower body. The elevator comes to a halt on the floor of your room and he groans and stops, gently putting you down reluctantly. The two of you breathe hard as the elevator door opens and you hazily walk out, holding hands and letting him lead you to your room with him.

"Fuck... I don't want you to think I don't want to catch up with you and just have a wonderful evening and talk and all that other shit," Jonathan says while nervously laughing with a raspy, giddy voice.

"Babe, it's really okay. We've talked on the phone as much as possible. And I'm sure we'll have a chance to just talk on the days off. Right now.... I think we both know what we want," you replied, your pussy already soaked. You can feel wetness in your panties with each step.

Jonathan opens the hotel room with his keycard. He stares hard at your eyes with the warmest, sexiest grin. "Yeah I think we know... and I've got something to admit" he says while giggling in that same naughty tone.

"What it is baby?" You inquire, as he leads you in.

"Well hun, I've not had much alone time this last week, like all. The road has been a stressful MESS. Basically I haven't even jerked off in a week," Jonathan admits.

"Oh shit" you say laughing. You know what that means. Both you and he are hypersexual. You BOTH need a daily orgasm whether it's by yourself or together.

"So hun, I'm really sorry if.... well... when we get into it.... I can't last long...the first time at least," Jonathan admits. "But YOU KNOW I'll give you more. I'll give you everything. I'm gonna make you cum so hard. It's just......right now.... my dick is fucking ready to burst for you" Jonathan says in a hushed, beyond sexy tone as he pulled you into his arms again and pressed his front against yours.

You melt in his arms. His dick is rock hard and your pussy is soaked and ready for him. There's nothing you want more than to feel him cum after so long. To finally let him relieve that long-held need.

"I almost had a wet dream last night while thinking about you," Jonathan said in a giddy tone. "But I'm glad I didn't.... I saved it all for you," he said in a whiny, raspy tone.

The two of you kissed passionately and you couldn't take it anymore. You pushed him onto the first thing you could see, which was a nice comfy couch. You ripped your own panties off and hiked up your dress while he moaned and undid his pants and yanked them off along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, and you shoved him back down onto the couch while kissing him hard, as he pushed his tongue deep into your mouth.

He gripped your hips tightly with an insane amount of need while moaning loudly and cursing, "FUCK. FUCK baby." You grasped his cock in your hand and started jerking him, nice and firm. He threw his head back against the couch and moaned some more. You wanted to tease him and masturbate him for awhile, but with his cock already rock hard and throbbing in your hand, you knew how badly he needed the rest of you. You quickly straddled his lap and lowered your wet pussy onto his needy cock. He gasped in a way that was like you had just overloaded him with pleasure and relief. His breath caught in his throat and he bucked his hips against your body, using his big hands to pull your hips further against him, pushing his cock deeper inside you. It felt beyond amazing to you too. The relief of finally having him inside you. Your clit was throbbing. You wondered if you might actually come as quickly as he will!.

Jonathan came back to earth for a second and tried to refocus on pleasuring you. As you road his lap and bucked your hips up and down against him, he slid a finger in your mouth. You instinctively sucked and licked it. He slid a second finger in, you took the second finger continuing to suck and lick it while you fucked him. He moaned watching you, his eyes staring HARD into yours with an intense and dazed expression as you could tell how much he was already losing control. He took his fingers out of your mouth and reached down to slide them against your clit. He definitely wanted you to feel good too. He rubbed his wet slippery fingers against your clit, rotating, flicking it and pushing hard against it and into it. You let out a huge moan and collapsed your head against his shoulder. Both of you moaned loudly as your hair was intertwined in a big mess and you lost yourself in pleasure while riding him. Your body was growing weak in his arms and your legs were shaking. You weren't sure you could stay on top anymore. The level of arousal was making you feel faint.

Jonathan could feel you weakening  and collapsing against him.

"God, I'm so faint baby! You feel so good," You said

"Don't worry baby, just let me fuck you" Jonathan replied in a very raspy, deep voice.

He grabbed your hips and started bucking HARD against you. You didn't have to do anything except keep your legs wrapped around him and your arms wrapped around his shoulders for balance. You went limp in his arms from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling his hard dick taking you and you knew you were going to cum soon.

"Ugghhhh fuck!" Jonathan yelped. I can't-.... I can't hold back.

You wanted to cum but knew he was absolutely bursting for it. He'd held on as long as he could.

"It's ok baby, let it go, cum for me," you replied.

Jonathan started moaning and grunting loudly and uncontrollably. He pushed hard into you bucking his hips insanely hard into you in long rhythmic motions.

"fu-----fu----- oh god..... UGHHHhhh fuck I can't---- FUCK!!!!" Jonathan yelled. He grabbed your hips hard enough to dig his fingernails into you and let loose.

You could actually feel his cock erupt inside you and pumps of warm liquid spill deep inside you. He groaned loudly like an animal and completely lost his breath. The pumps of warm cum continued and continued. You just held him, with your arms wrapped around his neck, lulling your head against his shoulder and moaning as he continued to release inside you. There was so much pent up cum you could already feel it spilling out of your pussy and draining down his twitching cock and between the two of you.

You slowly lifted your head off his shoulder to gaze at his face. He had the most blissful expression on his face, with his eyes winced closed both the most relieved and exhausted looking smile you had ever seen from him. You slowly planted kisses on his neck, ears, flustered cheeks and lips.

His thighs were shaking and his cock was still buried inside you, leaking and dripping what he had held for so long just for you. His breathing continued to be hard and shaky and he loosened his grib pn your thighs, realizing he had left nail marks and a little bit of blood.

"Oh my god......" Jonathan said with his voice breaking. "Fuck. I'm sorry sweetie you have no idea how bad I needed that," he continued while trying to rub away the blood from your thigh.

"I think I do know how bad you needed that, Jon," you said reassuringly while still feeling beyond aroused. You slowly slid out of him and so much liquid came out of you you realized you both had made a mess of the hotel couch. Jonathan continued to try to catch his breath. You sat across his lap and the two of you chuckled at the fact you were both half dressed. His shirt still on and your dress hiked up above your waist, messed up and stained now. The two of you sat slow kissing and catching your breath for a few minutes. Eventually Jonathan moaned and said, "I'm stilll gonna make you feel good, trust me. I want you co cum as hard as I just did," he said with a wicked grin.

You shook in his arms. He got his strength back and carried you to the bed. He slowly took your dress off and took his shirt off and the two of you lay next to each other in bed, kissing and facing each other naked.

Jonathan slid two fingers into your needy pussy. It was still dripping with his cum. "Fuck, I really made a mess of you, didn't I?" Jonathan said with a wicked grin.

"Mmm hmmm " you moaned while smiling gleefully.

Jonathan slid a third finger in and you moaned loudly. He was always amazing at fingering you. He rubbed his thumb against your wet, hard clit while continuing to gently but firmly slide his fingers in and out of your pussy, pressing them hard up against the roof of your vagina. With his long soft fingers he always knew how to hit your  g spot over and over again. Now it was you throwing your head back and moaning. He kept at it while kissing you and pressing against you as you felt yourself building to an orgasm. You moaned into his mouth while you bucked your pussy against his hand, holding his wrist with one of your hands to push him further into your pussy. You were feeling closer and closer. Without warning, Jonathan slid his fingers out of you and left you bucking the air with your needy pussy.

You were confused for a minute, until Jonathan slowly kissed down your naked body, sucking and rubbing your tits, then planting kisses on your stomach before dipping his head in between your thighs and planting slow kisses on your inner thighs. You knew you were going to cum so hard, you hadn't been this aroused before since the first time you and he had sex. He started kissing your soaked pussy. You pulled back for a moment.

"Fuck!!! Jon! You know I want you to lick my pussy.... But ... like, right now? Your cum is still leaking out of me" you said giggling and moaning.

He pressed his face against your thigh locking eyes with you and gave another darker, wicked grin, "I love you baby. I don't give a fuck! You know I'm freaky," Jonathan replied.

Your legs shook in anticipation of him licking your pussy. Jonathan briefly looked down at the cut he had accidently left with his nail when he gripped your thighs so tight and dug in. He looked briefly upset. "Sorry sweetie....." he said, and planted a soft kiss on the cut before opening his mouth and licking it clean. Your thighs shook while he did this.

He placed his head back between your legs and planted kisses on your pussy before sliding his tongue firmly against your clit. You moaned loudly and gripped his matted, moist hair with both of your hands as he continued to pleasure you. He pushed his fingers back into your pussy while licking your clit, letting his tongue massage your throbbing clit. You were so close already. Your thighs shook and with his other hand he gripped your thigh again, holding it firmly in place. He wasn't going to let you go anywhere until you had cum HARD on his face and on his fingers. You threw your head back, losing your breath, as you felt your orgasm coming. "Fuck ... fuck, yes, Just like tha---- that.... I need you baby," you yelled.

Jonathan moaned into your pussy. He couldn't resist and pulled his fingers out to slide his tongue as far as he could into your pussy while pushing his fingers hard against your clit and rhythmically rubbing. That was it, you lost control and came insanely hard against his tongue, fingers and face. Your hips shook and with his free hand he continued to hold you down, keeping you in place. The orgasm was an overwhelming stimulation to your clit and felt like you actually ached and vibrated.

But he was not going to let go until you had ridden that climax hard. You yelped and moaned loudly and let out a scream as he continued to press his tongue and head deep against you with his fingers pressed on your clit and his arm holding you down. You kept coming for what felt like a minute or more. You didn't know. You had lost track of all sense and time. Slowly you came back to earth as you heard Jonathan moaning and slowly pulling out of your pussy, leaving soft kisses all over it. He kissed your thighs and you could feel how soaked his soft lips were. You had made an absolute mess of his mouth and face. He looked up at you with a tired and satisfied grin.

"Do you feel better baby?" Jon asked.

"hugghhhh... fu..... what do you think? I love you so much," you replied through gasps.

"I love you so much too baby," Jonathan said as he slowly rose up from your pussy and crawled back up your body, placing his naked, sweaty body against yours.

He nestled his face against yours. You instinctively wanted to give him a huge kiss. You pushed your face towards his. He held back for  a second.

"Right now?" Jonathan giggled. "Are YOU sure? My face is pretty messy," he said with a satisfied grin.

"I'm sure baby, I'm freaky too," you replied grinning. The two if you shared a slow passionate kiss. You could taste  him as well as yourself. You tasted good together.

The two of you were exhausted. You lay next to each other in bed, facing each other. You threw a leg over him and realized how soaked your inner thighs were. The two of you had definitely made a mess of this room. The sheets were wet. The couch was wet. His hair and face was wet. "Maybe we should hop in the shower before bed," Jon suggested. "Mmmmm, yeah... maybe...." you replied, half asleep. The two of you continued holding each other and breathing hard. That ended up being the last thing you remember as the two of you just fell asleep. You had both come too hard to move. The rest can wait. You wandered into dream land while hearing Jon breathing and lightly snoring against you. 

[spenglersweetheart]

Could I have…could i perhaps have Peter Venkman genuinely falling in love. Like reader becomes a ghost buster and doesn’t meet Venkman until their first bust. They’re strong and sharp minded, and when Peter flirts they always have a witty comeback.

Ray and Egon notice this and take this opportunity to test the mood slime.

Long story short reader and Venkman are locked in a room together “for science” in reality Egon and Ray just want the awkward flirting over with.

oooh a peter venkman one !! i've never written for him so my portrayal may be a bit wonky but i hope you enjoy it!

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For Science

Peter Venkman x Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU HADN'T MET PETER UNTIL YOUR FIRST BUST with the boys. For some reason, Peter immediately took interest in you (but this is normal for someone like Peter). But you didn't mind his flirtatious antics like any other woman did. Actually, you were quick-witted, and sometimes even threw in a flirtatious remark back. This quickly began to be a normal thing between the two of you.

Winston was the first to get tired of it. You were a great worker and Peter was ... kind of a slacker. But when he did work, he worked pretty hard. His work dwindled whenever there was a pretty person around. Down the line, Egon became tired of it, and later, so did Ray.

But Ray suddenly got an idea. He told Egon and Winston about it, and they were on board. The only people who didn't know about it were you and Peter.

You were about to leave to grab something from the next laboratory when you noticed that the door was locked. For some reason, you jiggle the doorknob, thinking that it was just stuck.

"Uh, I think it's locked, sweetheart," Peter said.

You turned around to look at him. "Well, I know that now, hot stuff."

Egon, Ray, and Winston were all outside. The slime being with them. It was close enough to the door so that it could register their interactions. Egon pretty much scrunched his nose up when the flirting already started.

You called inside of the room. "Okay, guys, haha, very funny. Let us out!"

"I don't think they're gonna let us out. They're too busy with their mood slime," Peter said with a chuckle, "They're busy being science nerds."

"Hey! I like those science nerds," you chuckled.

"I'm a science nerd, do you like me?" He asked.

You playfully nudge his arm, a smirk crawling onto your lips. "Especially you."

The other three outside looked at the slime that was currently in the jar. It was bubbling. Egon has looked at Ray. "It's reacting negatively."

Winston scoffed, an amused smile on his lips. "Not surprised," he said.

The two trapped in the other room didn't even know they were conducting an experiment with the mood slime with them. To Peter, that wouldn't be much of a shock. You on the other hand, knowing that you were a little bit newer, you would be.

Peter leaned forward. "Well, if you like me so much," he starts, he's looking you up and down, "How about we. . ."

"Lemme guess, a date?" You respond, "Friday, eight o'clock sharp."

A smirk crawls onto his face. "You read my mind. Are you a psychic?"

"Mm, no," you answered, "Well, maybe. I can read your mind, hot stuff."

"You know I love someone who can read my mind," Peter said back.

The slime had almost boiled over. Ray finally unlocks the door, walking into the room as he pretty much ruins the moment. Egon and Winston are walking behind him. He waves his hands in the air.

"Alright, that's enough!" Ray called, "I can't take it anymore."

This made both you and Peter laugh. "What? Can't handle it?" You ask.

"It's gross, yes," Egon replies bluntly, "But, you managed to negatively charge the slime. Congratulations."

Peter looked at you. "Did you know about this?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I didn't know anything. Did you?"

"No," he answered, "But, we're actually on for the date night."

A chuckle escaped your lips, before reaching up to give a kiss on his cheek. "Of course, sweetheart.

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

[Rhymix] Side Story 1: The Dove and the Crow — Chapter 8: Reconcilation and Starting Over

this and the epilogue feels....really meh written-out-wise, but i think the point still comes across nonetheless

this is the final chapter!!!! and then we'll move over to the epilogue, and then we'll be done! yayyyyy

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The two birds feel a little dumbfounded right now.

Now sitting beside each other on the ground in silence, the dove and the crow could only look up to the sky. It's getting dark, seems like the evening will come soon. Ringed Genesis feels compelled to say something to start up a conversation, but he just can't for some reason. The words are already at the tip of his tongue, he just can't get them out.

Luckily enough, Trap Crow's the one to initiate a conversation instead. "...So. How does it feel to be revealed a bunch of memories that got erased from you just like that?" He asks, glancing towards the dove, who sighs, a smile appearing on his face as he thinks of an answer.

"It's...overwhelming, to say the least." Ringed Genesis replies, before finally adding, "Though, to think that you were the one to confess first is honestly funny." Hearing that, Trap Crow lets out a lighthearted laugh. "Haha! Shut it!" Hearing Crow laugh for the first time since they both reunited is enough to make Genesis' heart flutter.

Deep down inside, the crow truly is the same crow the dove used to know.

"But...do you still...?" Ringed Genesis then asks, a feeling of uncertainty growing within him as he trails off. He doesn't need to finish his question, though, because it seems like Trap Crow already gets the memo. The crow silently ponders for a bit, before a smile manages to make its way onto his face.

"...Maybe."

"Maybe? Give me a more clearer answer than that."

"Okay, fine! I do still like you! I..."

Trap Crow's face immediately turns red as he forces out the next set of words he wanted to say;

"I...do still love you, Dove."

Ringed Genesis' gaze softens. Maybe he isn't too conscious of his own actions, but his instinct told him to do it, so he did what it wanted him to do. He scoots closer towards the crow, who tenses up as soon as the dove does just that. Their faces inches closer, and closer, and...

"Hey. Wait."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"...Are you sure you're going to...y'know, forgive me for what I did in the past?"

"To be honest, I don't feel like blaming you for what happened between us back then. I want to blame the situation and circumstances that were looming around us at the time."

"Is...that so?"

"Yes."

Trap Crow takes a deep breath, before smiling. "Then go ahead. You may." Now with a confirmation that makes Ringed Genesis relieved, he then closes the gap between him and the crow, pulling him into a loving kiss.

It has been years by now, it seems. Ringed Genesis can take notice of that thanks to the fact that he's suddenly so desperate for more of this. He didn't know that he was clearly missing Trap Crow up until now—and now that the two are finally on good terms, the dove doesn't want to waste a single second of this.

The two pulled away, panting for air, but after awhile, the crow lets out a content chuckle. "Heh. Not so bad, even after all of these years." The dove smiles at the other bird. "You too." He replies, before taking Trap Crow's hand in his and adding, "Let's just start over, shall we?" Trap Crow can't really turn down an absolutely tempting offer, and so, he nods. "Yeah. Alright."

"But first—I'm going to have to return you to the Realm of the Almighty's prison faction."

"...Fuck."

[onyxolay]

Archie meets Kritten part 3: Bar fight

By now it had been a good three months sesne the duo had met. They had become very good friends and their days consisted of having fun in the house, planting and gardening crops, and mining. They also loved to go to places they’ve never seen before and explore as well! Over all life was great, one morning though, Archie hears a knock on his door.

A human busts through the door, startling Kritten under the covers who had just woke up. “HAHA! YOU CANT KEEP OLLIE IN THE LOONY BIN FOREVER! Damn Archie who’s that? Did you get a boyfriend while I was gone? Sweet congrats!” “Huh- Wha..?” Archie had just woke up as well, rubbing his eyes. He looks at Kritten who is blushing under the covers, still startled by the kids sudden break in. “What- Ollie- no- they are NOT my boyfriend we literally met three months ago!” “That didn’t stop you from dating that other guy!” Kritten say up and looked at Archie with a kinda sad face, “what other guy..?” He was still very tired haven just woken up. “I- just an ex of mine, and Ollie you shut up! Now what’s really you doing here?” Ollie open a trap door next to the cooler Kritten hadn’t noticed before hand. “Ha- what do ya think short stack? Hiding!” Archie rolled his eyes. “Okay okay, just be careful alright?” “Alrighty then! Bai!” “Goodbye psychopath!”.

Ollie dropped down into the hole and closed the trap door and Kritten was left confused as ever. “He-“ “yeah I know it’s consuming at first but you’ll get to know him better as time goes on! Come on let’s get our days started! HEY OLLIE YOU WANT ANYTHING???” “NAH MAN IM FINE!” “OKAY! Anyways! Eggs?” Archie smiled. Kristen smiled and giggled, “hahaha! Yes please!” Archie got to cooking the eggs as Kritten happily watched.

Later on in the day the sun started to go down and Archie decided to bring Kritten to a local bar with him. “Now listen, they will only let you in becuase You’re with me alright? Because of our size they will I.D us too make sure we’re over 21, so be careful okay?” “Mhm!” They walked into the bar and sat down at the well- bar. The bartender welcomed them both. “Hello Archie! I see you’ve brought a friend with you! Who might you be?” “I-I’m Kritten.” “Nice name! Welcome to the bar, what would you two gentleman like?” Archie held his finger up, “I’d like my usual with the chicken tenders, the honey bbq kind please!” “On it! And Kritten?” “I-I’ll have whatever he’s having.” “Great choice! Archie is a man of taste! I can tell by the way he brung you here! Haha!” Archie almost dropped his money. “THEY’RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!” Archie huffed and the bartender just laughed. “HAHAHAHA- alright then boys what tab will all that be on?” “My tab,” Archie replied. It’s Krittens first time here and he doesn’t have one.” “Okay then! Well I hope you come in more Kritten this place is great when there isn’t any fights!” “F-fights?” “Yeah,” Archie continued. “Sometimes people get to drunk and start a FI-“

Archie is immediately punched off of his chair and is picked up by a piglin. Kritten starred in fear and disbelief. “No..No fucking way you gotta be kidding me!!!” Holding Archie there was Uggub…the one person that Kritten was hoping to never see again. “HA! So YOU’RE the creature that has been giving that runt Kritten sanctuary! Say goodbye to your little boyfriend Kritten becuase you’re coming with me weather you like it or not!” Uggub punched Archie squarer in the face and all Archie could do was bite him till he got off of him. “NO! IM NOT GOING WITH YOU BACK TO THE NETHER WITH YOU! AND GET OFF OF MY FRIEND!“ Kritten gets Involved and runs to Uggub, hitting him with his golden axe. Uggub throws Kritten to the side and continues to beat up Archie. A few others got involved to try and break it up or beat up Uggub, nobody succeeded in stopping the fight until the bartender came out and saw what was happening.

“HEY HEY HEY BREAK IT UP! BREKA IT UP! YOU. PIGLIN BRUTE GET OUT!!!” “What-?” “GET OUT! I DONT EVER WANNA SEE YOU HERE AGAIN!” Uggub ran out and Kritten immediately got on his knees to check on Archie who was almost passed out on the floor. Archie try’s to sit up only for his head to fall on Krittens lap. “Oh my- Archie are you okay…?!” “Y-Yeha man who- who the hell was that..?” “That’s sad Uggub…I’m so sorry I didn’t know he’d be here..!” Kritten is nearly in tears and Archie reached to to rub his cheek. “There there now buddy it’s not your fault…” the bartender walks up to them, “Are you two okay? Would you still like your food and drinks?” Kritten replies: “I-I’d like mine yes- What about you Archie?” “Sure..” “okay then. You need to rest so I’ll just get you some wa-“ “No! I want my usual drink!” “Okay damn-“

As Kritten and Archie sit at a booth finishing their food Kritten holds Archies hand and looks at him. “Hey there Archie you feeling any better?” “Ugh..sort of~” Archies head fell on Krittens shoulder. “Ohh boy, you surely are drunk aren’t you?” Oh yeah~ heheheeheheheeee~!” Archie purred and scooted closer to Kritten, putting his arm around his waist. Kritten flinched for a second before sorta melting into it. He calmed down and let Archie hold him there. “So sweetie~ how we doin tonight~?” Archie I closer to Krittens face. Kritten scoots back a little bit away from Archie blushing, not sure what to do. “I must say…heh- you do look- *hic* very handsome~” “I-I-I-I- thank you-! I-“ Archie planted a little kiss on Krittens cheeks before eating the rest of his chicken and grabs the piglins hand to leave.

Archie just flirted more on the way home, Kritten was a blushing and confused mess and wasn’t to sure as of what to do besides to get Archie home and in bed. They get home eventually, Kritten helps Archie take his coat and boots off, getting him into bed and under the covers. Kritten joins him and turns to face the wall like usual when he feels Archies arms wrap around his body. “H-huh-“ “shhh…just sleep Krit.~..” “o-okay..!” Kritten blushed even harder, but he fell asleep eventually…

The next morning Archie woke up with a Terrible hang over, so that morning Kritten cooked breakfast. The whole morning Kritten felt an odd feeling of butterflies in his stomach remembering last night, Archie seemed to pick up on it though when Kritten sat his breakfast down in front of him and asked: “Hey Kritten you okay? You seem rather shy this morning. Are you still shook up Becuase of the fight last night?” “W-well yes but- no..y-you see uh- hehe- after the fight you got really drunk and..” “and what? Oh lord I didn’t hurt anyone did I?!” “What-?! No! You- we were finishing our food and you started to flirt with me..you kissed my cheeks and told me how handsome I was, you continued the behavior as we walked home! Even when I tucked you in, when I got in the bed you cuddled me to sleep.” Archie was shocked, he had a very blurry memory of what happened but he wasn’t fully aware of what he was actually doing. “O-oh shit man I am SO SO sorry if I made you uncomfortable- hey man listen if I ever pull some shit like that again just push me off and shit me up some how okay? I’m super sorry-“ “it’s okay..! You don’t make me uncomfortable at all, you just..surprised me is all hehe..” “o-oh, well okay then. What I said still goes though, if I ever make you uncomfortable PLEASE tell me to stop cause I don’t wanna make you feel that way EVER.” “Thank you Archie, and I will make sure to do that…” Kritten crawled up on the bed and next to Archie, leaving his head on Archie’s shoulder as Archie ate. Archie chilled and just kept on eating his breakfast.

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

I Genuinely Do Not Know What To Title This. Technio, I Guess.

THEY MAKE ME SICK.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Destonio? You're...still here?"

Technicolour didn't know what he had expected prior to this. Maybe while he was downstairs chatting with Primeval, Pamolia, and Pupa, Destonio left like how he told Technicolour beforehand. They even said their goodbyes and all of that.

So why is the God in question still in the painter's room? Sitting on his bed, too...

"Oh, you're done talking with the three annoying people?" Destonio asked, and that somewhat annoyed Technicolour. "Hey." He replied, which earned a chuckle from Destonio. "Alright, I'm just joking. But I didn't think you'd be back so soon."

"I'm only here to get something I forgot to bring downstairs with me earlier. I won't be here for too long." Technicolour answered, walking around his room, probably trying to find the thing he's looking for. "Oh, you mean this?" Destonio asked, before waving a stack of cards up in the air.

"Oh! Yes, that." Technicolour replied, a smile forming on his lips as he walked towards Destonio. "Thanks, Desto—" Before he could reach to grab the cards, however, the God pulled back his hand, making the cards a little bit out of reach for Technicolour. "Wh- Hey!"

Technicolour desperately tried to snatch the stack of cards from Destonio's grasp, but then it escalated to the painter chasing the God around the room. "Give it back!" He shouted, extending his hand far out so he can at least grab the cards. But Destonio is somewhat faster than him. "Nah! I'd rather no-"

In a blink of an eye, Destonio somehow tripped and then fell on Technicolour's bed. It was inevitable at this rate. "Aha! Caught you now!" Technicolour exclaimed, before hopping on the bed and tackling Destonio, who was clearly about to get up and run out of the room.

"Ack- fuck off..." The God protested, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact that Techni literally has his arms wrapped around Destonio now. "Haha, no. Give those cards to me." Technicolour ordered, but even then, Destonio still seemed to refuse to give him the stack of cards.

"You're just doing this to mess with me, aren't you?" Technicolour then asked, holding in his laughter as he speaks. "Maybe. Fuck around and find out." Destonio replied. "...I'd rather not do that to you." The painter then said, which immediately caught Destonio off-guard.

"...I didn't meant that, you dumbfuck." He told the other man. "O-oh. Aha. Y-yeah, I should've known." Technicolour replied, before sighing, enjoying the moment a little bit.

...

"...How long are you planning to trap me here? In your arms? In your idiotic presence?" Destonio suddenly asked, breaking the little bit of silence that the two had. "Huh? Oh, right, sorry." Technicolour said, before getting up to a sitting position. Now he's the one who's embarrassed.

"It's fine, I guess. Here's your stupid cards. Go have fun playing with the three annoying people." Destonio said, offering the stack of cards that he took earlier to the other man. He sounded...really annoyed, for whatever reason.

"...If you wanna, you can join us. We don't mind if you stay longer, anyways." Technicolour told him, smiling at him as he took the cards. "Honestly, I can't stay for too long. Amazing Mighty would kick my ass if he found out I'm not in the Realm of the Almighty, doing my stupid fucking job as always." Destonio replied, before groaning.

"Relax, a little bit. Worry about that later. C'mon, join us." Technicolour begged, wrapping his arms around Destonio's neck. The look in his eyes is comforting to the God, to say the least. Destonio would never admit that, though.

After a few more seconds of contemplating silence, Destonio sighed in defeat. "Fine. But only for one round." Technicolour's smile grew wider at that. "Great! Let's go now." He then took Destonio's hand and dragged him downstairs.

Only for one round? That was a lie that Destonio didn't know was going to be a lie. He stayed for multiple rounds actually. Needless to say, Pupa is enraged by the God's presence.

[malt-rants-and-stuff]

going full breakdown mode because wowowow im ill and dizzy but shiramiya waits for no man

just starting from the top here: TASHIROOOOO!!!

also this:

On some level, Shirahama’s always been aware that he’s weak-willed. But this—this feels like something else.

just. such a great line from the very start. im so immersed already. carrying on

more tashirooooo and asking the important questions here. quick sidetrack but ive been obsessing over the new bits of characterization we've gotten from shirahama in these last few chapters, with him being such a hard worker seemingly even to his own detriment (and man he and hanzawa sure would have that in common. interesting. best not to think about that now.) i like how it seems so in contrast to his outside appearance. like harusono loves her contradictions, with her not-really-bad-boys and her hanzawa masato's, so it isnt too much of a surprise. but i still really enjoyed that he had that sort of passion in comparison to how lethargic he looks and acts. really good stuff there.

It’s a good question, but it’s not one that has an answer. It’s just—it probably isn’t anything serious, but Miyano hadn’t looked great, and what if it is serious? Even if his boyfriend’s taking care of him, it’ll be good for Miyano’s classmates to know how he’s doing. And that way he—they—won't worry.

oh boy... patting him on the shoulder this poor dude

“I don't know,” he says, and because he’s vindictive: “Why didn't you compete in the crossdressing contest this year? You seemed so pumped about it last time.”

SHIRAHAMA??? UNPROVOKED??!?!!?

Tashiro's hands stray to his hair, and he twirls a loose strand around his fingers. It vaguely strikes Shirahama that it’s not dissimilar to one of the sprites of the sporty basketball girl he’d romanced last week. “I didn't want to shave my leg hair,” he says, even though last year Miyano hadn’t shown a single inch of his leg.

guh. shots through my chest.

Tashiro’s just non-committal like that, Shirahama supposes—even now, he likes to act as if his ping pong captaincy just “happened” like an accident. He's spent three long-suffering years on the basketball team—he knows the apathy Tashiro unintentionally or purposefully projects is deceptive.

love that so much honestly, they know each other so well they call each others shit but also cant take that sort of conversation. spinning them around in my mind.

I wasn't thinking, he replies in his head, aware that it's a horribly strange conversation to be having, and the kind of shameless, setup-to-punchline answer he'd never give in real life.

he's so me

That courage immediately leaves him when the door opens with a sharp creak and he startles, hold almost slipping from the doorknob, but it's the pathetic thought that counts. Or something.

ough... but also uh oh that can only mean...

As he's about to slip in and shut the door behind him, a rustle sounds from one of the beds. The breath leaves Shirahama's chest, and he watches as Miyano's boyfriend—Sasaki, that was his name—emerges from the curtains, hair wild in a way that reads more like “bedhead” than “artfully tousled”—not that he'd say it was ever artful, but he's got no place to be critiquing Miyano's boyfriend's hairstyle…

haha oh shit sasaki and shirahama. dont know how to feel about that one. maybe scared. probably scared. uhhhh

—and speaking of. Sasaki’s staring at him. He sure is tall—for a moment Shirahama wonders why he'd never played basketball, but it’s the kind of wonder that’s paired with utter relief at the nonexistent situation. Then he feels very strange about that thought until Sasaki, with the sedate aura of someone who’s just woken up, blinks at him as if to communicate something.

mmm relief at the nonexistent situation meanwhile i feel anything but relief. why have you put that into my mind now. i am unwell...

Shirahama stares back, caught like a deer in headlights.

welp. youre trapped now.

“Close it quietly,” Sasaki says. Shirahama finally re-registers that his hand is hanging slack on the doorknob. “He's sleeping.” His voice is low, smooth, and deliberately softened to the point that Shirahama has to strain to hear it.

He wavers in the still-open entrance; his legs don't let him run away. The door closes with a soft click, but it may as well be a marching drum.

here lies shirahma, who died fearful in combat against his own bullshit. he lived as he died, wanting.

“I just… came to check in on him,” Shirahama says, too many beats late, careful to pitch his voice just above a whisper. He's not sure he manages. It's the “too many people” thing again, only concentrated—somehow, he’s the one out-of-place in a school he's attended for two and a half years.

Sasaki nods. “Thanks for looking out.”

ack conversation. shirahama you poor poor disaster zone. also loving this drum thing thats going on. very much making me feel all the same stresses he must be giving out in handfulls.

“Oh… no problem.” He represses the urge to throw up his hands in a sign of “I come in peace,” but he doesn’t know what else to do with them, so they hang limply and indecisively in front of him. Miyano's boyfriend is—it would be rude to say that he's scary, because he's seen the way he acts around Miyano, who doesn't seem to think he’s anything close to intimidating, but he's also Miyano's boyfriend, a term that feels—he shouldn't say it's strange. It shouldn't be any stranger than Kuresawa's girlfriend—bad example, because Kuresawa’s so weird, and Shirahama’s suddenly, overwhelmingly relieved that Miyano doesn’t make hour-long professions of his love—but the thought rests uncomfortably in his head. It's like there's an itch he doesn't know how to scratch.

flailing dying etc etc. how strange shirahama, care to examine why that may be? perhaps in front of an audience of many psychological researchers? for my curiosity's sake.

Sasaki takes the time to inspect him now, squinting at him with a look that’s not akin to judgement but does feel like some kind of thing, and Shirahama would be embarrassed about his inarticulacy if he wasn't already beyond embarrassed with himself. Though he's always hated the feeling of assessment, he does his best to not squirm under Sasaki’s gaze. What Sasaki's likely remembering is the strange hanger-on to Tashiro's high-five run and jump, but even if that's banal in comparison to, say, the date-spying—which is mortifying in retrospect and has given him an eternal respect towards Hanzawa, though he’ll never vocalize this to anyone for fear of the result—something about recognition is just sour.

first of all: hanzawa mention yoooo

second of all: i think we should start a countdown on how long it takes before shirahama starts to disintegrate into dust. mans is not lasting through this conversation lmao

“Ah,” Sasaki finally says, snapping a cord of tension in Shirahama's shoulders. “You're on the basketball team.”

A strange flush scatters across his neck. “You remembered that?” His voice cracks at the last word, and he tacks on a whispered “Sorry!” that Sasaki accepts without fanfare.

hm. well then.

“…Kagiura, right?” His voice settles. “You were looking for him.”

At that, Sasaki falls silent.

cough. now what's that all about sasaki.

Shirahama almost offers to call up Kagiura, but they're not particularly close, and Sasaki's expression doesn't really read as “excited” or “pleased.” In fact it's kind of reading as “ticked off,” which doesn't bode well, because he's pretty sure that if he got into a fight with Miyano's boyfriend, he'd lose. Embarrassingly.

i dont think he can handle getting any more embarrassed rn he wont survive kiri spare my boy

also very interesting reaction sasaki. studying him like a bug.

Then, delivered in an unsettlingly flat voice: “I don't know him.”

lmao

“What?”

“Kagiura,” Sasaki clarifies, who indeed does say his teammate's name like he's never said those syllables in that order before. Come to think of it, he had called Kagiura by some kind of nickname, hadn't he? “I just… knew of him. Was just curious,” he mumbles.

lmaoooooo

“He does always get a bunch of confessions on Valentine's day,” Shirahama grumbles on instinct. Then he realizes there's a lot of terrible implications to that routine complaint and backtracks. “Not that—”

shirahama your phrasing!!! these guys are gonna kill me lmaooo

“He's popular?”

He feels, suddenly—not actually suddenly but an ebbing and flowing always—wrong-footed. “…Yeah?”  Huh, Miyano's boyfriend is kind of a weird guy. Whether this thought puts Sasaki squarely in the space of “not scary” is debatable. But it is some kind of comfort.

HELP. so true shirahama you get it.

There’s a rustling sound by the bed. The room falls silent in an instant, and Shirahama finds that he’s locked eyes with Sasaki. Something like meaning almost passes through there, but before Miyano's boyfriend can say something about needing him to be silent, or his unnecessary check-in, or his unwelcome presence, Shirahama tumbles out excuses in rush of whispers. “I’ve still got to help out with the festival—just thought I’d check—I’m sure you have it handled—I’m going to—I'll go.”

channeling my inner hirano here, sasaki dont try to project your thoughts into the people around you because of your boyfriend. that scares and confuses people.

but anyways shirahama kyouji takes his tactical retreat from whatever that was to probably spontaneously combust, more at ten.

He stumbles out of the office, thankful he hadn’t even taken two steps past the entrance, and closes the door as quietly as he can. His mouth is so dry he’s not sure any of those words he'd said were audible. It’s entirely likely he stood there, gaping and sputtering like a dying fish, before running away.

run shirahama run!! but you'll still be stuck in the same place in the end.

No one's there to look at his expression and tell him. Shirahama's glad for it and the fact that there's no mirrors in the hallway—the last person he wants to look at is himself.

and with that last sentence its time to begin burying myself in the ground. maybe put some purple irises around me to give it some color. anywho.

this is SO AWESOME KIRI!!! like i say this everytime i read something you write (because it's true) but you really did something so amazing here. i love the constant tension and conflict inside of shirahama that he doesnt, or maybe just refuses to, understand. i love sleeping miyano haunting the narrative in a way. i love the awkwarness between sasaki and shirahama who dont really know each other at all. i just loved all of this!!!

something there.

hello shiramiya fans. got inspired by ch 51 to write something. it is under the cut but you can also read it on ao3

—

On some level, Shirahama’s always been aware that he’s weak-willed. But this—this feels like something else. “Tashiro,” he says. “I'm going to slack off.”

“For the last time, I'm not—what?” Tashiro cuts his complaint short, turning to face Shirahama with a searching look.

Whatever this is, it sucks, that’s for sure. He grits his teeth. “I'm just—I have to dip out for a second.”

“Huh,” Tashiro says, the word suffused with both carelessness and judgement. His eyes flicker around their surroundings, and he adds, “Okay. It's not too busy, anyways… did you ask—”  

“I already asked Karasubara.”

“Then what are you still doing here?”

It’s a good question, but it’s not one that has an answer. It’s just—it probably isn’t anything serious, but Miyano hadn’t looked great, and what if it is serious? Even if his boyfriend’s taking care of him, it’ll be good for Miyano’s classmates to know how he’s doing. And that way he—they—won't worry.

“I don't know,” he says, and because he’s vindictive: “Why didn't you compete in the crossdressing contest this year? You seemed so pumped about it last time.”

Tashiro's hands stray to his hair, and he twirls a loose strand around his fingers. It vaguely strikes Shirahama that it’s not dissimilar to one of the sprites of the sporty basketball girl he’d romanced last week. “I didn't want to shave my leg hair,” he says, even though last year Miyano hadn’t shown a single inch of his leg.

Tashiro’s just non-committal like that, Shirahama supposes—even now, he likes to act as if his ping pong captaincy just “happened” like an accident. He's spent three long-suffering years on the basketball team—he knows the apathy Tashiro unintentionally or purposefully projects is deceptive.

“What are you waiting for?” Tashiro asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Go.”

It’s enough of a push, and crucially: it feels like enough of an excuse.

—

There are too many people inside this school. Shirahama can hear Tashiro's voice in his head still, the strange wry twist that he'd clearly picked up from someone else, paired with his evergreen bluntness—what did you think was going to happen at a cultural festival?

I wasn't thinking, he replies in his head, aware that it's a horribly strange conversation to be having, and the kind of shameless, setup-to-punchline answer he'd never give in real life. But when he'd thought about the decorations, he'd mostly thought about having something that would look nice, feel nice, and have their class at ease. He hadn't been thinking about all the other people that would be milling about.

If they're staring at him, he certainly isn't going to chance making eye contact. So he ducks his head and soldiers on towards the relatively isolated nurse’s office, and in a sudden fit of bravery pauses for only a moment before opening the door. That courage immediately leaves him when the door opens with a sharp creak and he startles, hold almost slipping from the doorknob, but it's the pathetic thought that counts. Or something.

As he's about to slip in and shut the door behind him, a rustle sounds from one of the beds. The breath leaves Shirahama's chest, and he watches as Miyano's boyfriend—Sasaki, that was his name—emerges from the curtains, hair wild in a way that reads more like “bedhead” than “artfully tousled”—not that he'd say it was ever artful, but he's got no place to be critiquing Miyano's boyfriend's hairstyle…

—and speaking of. Sasaki’s staring at him. He sure is tall—for a moment Shirahama wonders why he'd never played basketball, but it’s the kind of wonder that’s paired with utter relief at the nonexistent situation. Then he feels very strange about that thought until Sasaki, with the sedate aura of someone who’s just woken up, blinks at him as if to communicate something.

Shirahama stares back, caught like a deer in headlights.

“Close it quietly,” Sasaki says. Shirahama finally re-registers that his hand is hanging slack on the doorknob. “He's sleeping.” His voice is low, smooth, and deliberately softened to the point that Shirahama has to strain to hear it.

He wavers in the still-open entrance; his legs don't let him run away. The door closes with a soft click, but it may as well be a marching drum.

“I just… came to check in on him,” Shirahama says, too many beats late, careful to pitch his voice just above a whisper. He's not sure he manages. It's the “too many people” thing again, only concentrated—somehow, he’s the one out-of-place in a school he's attended for two and a half years.

Sasaki nods. “Thanks for looking out.”

“Oh… no problem.” He represses the urge to throw up his hands in a sign of “I come in peace,” but he doesn’t know what else to do with them, so they hang limply and indecisively in front of him. Miyano's boyfriend is—it would be rude to say that he's scary, because he's seen the way he acts around Miyano, who doesn't seem to think he’s anything close to intimidating, but he's also Miyano's boyfriend, a term that feels—he shouldn't say it's strange. It shouldn't be any stranger than Kuresawa's girlfriend—bad example, because Kuresawa’s so weird, and Shirahama’s suddenly, overwhelmingly relieved that Miyano doesn’t make hour-long professions of his love—but the thought rests uncomfortably in his head. It's like there's an itch he doesn't know how to scratch.

Sasaki takes the time to inspect him now, squinting at him with a look that’s not akin to judgement but does feel like some kind of thing, and Shirahama would be embarrassed about his inarticulacy if he wasn't already beyond embarrassed with himself. Though he's always hated the feeling of assessment, he does his best to not squirm under Sasaki’s gaze. What Sasaki's likely remembering is the strange hanger-on to Tashiro's high-five run and jump, but even if that's banal in comparison to, say, the date-spying—which is mortifying in retrospect and has given him an eternal respect towards Hanzawa, though he’ll never vocalize this to anyone for fear of the result—something about recognition is just sour.

“Ah,” Sasaki finally says, snapping a cord of tension in Shirahama's shoulders. “You're on the basketball team.”

A strange flush scatters across his neck. “You remembered that?” His voice cracks at the last word, and he tacks on a whispered “Sorry!” that Sasaki accepts without fanfare.

A light shrug. “Just happened to.”

Shirahama throws his memory back to the interaction. He remembers the stray basketball, for sure, but on review something clicks into place. “…Kagiura, right?” His voice settles. “You were looking for him.”

At that, Sasaki falls silent.

Shirahama almost offers to call up Kagiura, but they're not particularly close, and Sasaki's expression doesn't really read as “excited” or “pleased.” In fact it's kind of reading as “ticked off,” which doesn't bode well, because he's pretty sure that if he got into a fight with Miyano's boyfriend, he'd lose. Embarrassingly.

Then, delivered in an unsettlingly flat voice: “I don't know him.”

“What?”

“Kagiura,” Sasaki clarifies, who indeed does say his teammate's name like he's never said those syllables in that order before. Come to think of it, he had called Kagiura by some kind of nickname, hadn't he? “I just… knew of him. Was just curious,” he mumbles.

“He does always get a bunch of confessions on Valentine's day,” Shirahama grumbles on instinct. Then he realizes there's a lot of terrible implications to that routine complaint and backtracks. “Not that—”

“He's popular?”

He feels, suddenly—not actually suddenly but an ebbing and flowing always—wrong-footed. “…Yeah?”  Huh, Miyano's boyfriend is kind of a weird guy. Whether this thought puts Sasaki squarely in the space of “not scary” is debatable. But it is some kind of comfort.

There’s a rustling sound by the bed. The room falls silent in an instant, and Shirahama finds that he’s locked eyes with Sasaki. Something like meaning almost passes through there, but before Miyano's boyfriend can say something about needing him to be silent, or his unnecessary check-in, or his unwelcome presence, Shirahama tumbles out excuses in rush of whispers. “I’ve still got to help out with the festival—just thought I’d check—I’m sure you have it handled—I’m going to—I'll go.”

He stumbles out of the office, thankful he hadn’t even taken two steps past the entrance, and closes the door as quietly as he can. His mouth is so dry he’s not sure any of those words he'd said were audible. It’s entirely likely he stood there, gaping and sputtering like a dying fish, before running away.

No one's there to look at his expression and tell him. Shirahama's glad for it and the fact that there's no mirrors in the hallway—the last person he wants to look at is himself.

[rain-candles-jazz]

whumpcember day 12 alt: desperation tw: medical whump, nerve damage

Sari woke up surrounded by bodies... this had been... different, but not entirely unexpected.  What had been unexpected was the man she had met shortly after.  He spoke confidently and with great intelligence, but he also moved in a way that made Sariel feel as though he were hiding something.  She hadn't trusted him.

He had incapacitated her, with drugs, she assumed, now having seen his "lab" filled with them.  And now she was here: strapped and tied to a cold metal chair, a thick steel collar around her neck, chained to the floor in a way that left her mildly hunched while sitting, She was too tired to attempt an escape.  With the cathedral destroyed, she had little to fight for at this point.

Out of the corner of her eye, the blonde man reappeared.  "Alright, obviously, you're an adjunct of that crazy cathedral cult," he said with a casual drawl.  "You've got a name, right?  I'm Itchy!" his voice smiled.  Had she not been able to see right through him immediately, Sari might have been able to interpret it as friendly.

She stayed quiet; what did it matter?

"Hm," Itchy mewled in a way that made Sari's skin crawl.  "You should really tell me now.  I'll find out later without your help if you'd prefer..."  It was a threat, veiled in small talk.

There was no point in enraging the man who had her trapped.  "I am called Sariel," she replied, voice gravely from disuse.

"Ah, see!" Itchy beamed.  "That wasn't so hard!"  She heard him rustling about around the room, gathering things as he chattered away.  "You know, I'm really looking forward to learning more about adjuncts.  Any literature I've been able to find has been vague and cryptic.  Always hate those kind of texts.  Like, hey, way to ensure your entire base of knowledge disappears as soon as you do, right?"

Sari stared.  From her bowed position in the chair, she could see him bustling about across the room.  This man, Itchy, was very dangerous, she decided.  She had the sudden urge to pull at her restraints.

Itchy turned with a tray full of instruments...  He hummed absentmindedly as he approached her, placing them on a small table beside her.  She could now only see his feet - dressed in gaudy tennis shoes and pastel yellow socks.  Gloves could be heard, snapping to his skin.

"Alright!  You ready?"  He was still smiling, she could tell easily.  Her whole body tensed.

"For what?" she growled.  Sari may not have had much of a will to fight, but she still had pride in what she was.  "You better not be tampering with me!"  She began to attempt to move in earnest, her huge form only managing to shift around slightly, her muscles bulged with the strain.

Itchy merely chuckled.  "Is that what you people call it?  Tampering?  Like you're a piece of machinery or something?  You're just a tool, aren't you?"

Sari tried to raise her head to look at him, but failed to do more than side-eye him.  "That's right.  I'm an instrument of wrath and retribution."

Itchy laughed again.  "Haha, oh wow!  That sounds pretty important!"

Sari's face grew hot at not being taken as a serious threat.  Over her service, merely being threatened with her presence had been enough to sway many an opponent of the cathedral's wishes.  It was an understatement to say she was not used to being laughed at.  "You insolent heathen," she breathed menacingly. "Yeah, yeah," Itchy gave a few more giggles as she spoke, before sighing and seeming to regain himself.  "Anyways, you ready?"

"I will *not* sit here and tolerat-" she stopped cold.  Suddenly, there was a freezing, slicing in her neck, below her hairline, above her spine.  The feeling had surprised her more than anything.  Pain she could handle, but the thought of her body being tampered with, she could not.  "NO!" she thrashed, still, to little avail.

"Will you calm down!" Itchy spoke calmly down to her, as though to a child throwing a tantrum.  "Its going to happen either way.  You might as well just relax."

Sari did not relax.  Itchy continued slicing her skin, seemingly indifferent to Sari's struggles.  Once his blade reached muscle, however, she began fighting for a different reason entirely.  He was cutting too deep into her flesh, carving out a hole over her spine.  This was more than injury and scars: Itchy was digging toward her spine.  She clenched her teeth and continued struggling until she was exhausted.  Itchy continued his work, unabated.

As she finally, involuntarily relaxed, Sari heard a jarring scraping noise, and then suddenly, her entire nervous system was on fire... it literally felt like liquid flames burning through every nerve ending.  Sari's breath caught in her throat and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream.  Despite her fatigued muscles, they all attempted to flex without her consent, the ropes and metal that bound her digging into her skin.

Sari's eyes rolled back in her head with the utter strain of it all, and all at once, everything stopped for her.

The adjunct had passed out, and the only way Itchy knew it was by her breaths evening out.  Her muscles still flexed and twitched, eyes seemed blank but still moved wildly.  Itchy paused his cutting, picking up a metal sliver from his tray with a bloody pair of tweezers.  

He didn't have much pity for her, but he decided that objectively, it was probably better that she wasn't fully awake for the part where he melted the metal into her spinal nervous system.

[prodshima]

shying away after an argument

genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi

warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.

notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.

sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves

and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice

so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated

however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile

and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner

he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment

“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”

he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close

you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.

looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection

taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space

it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth

he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure

his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it

when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself

"y/n, hi.”

a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.

you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"

"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you

he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?

when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat

after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed

however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you

now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?

he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.

he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.

trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms

you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"

"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"

you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.

but it appears he knows you too well for that.

"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”

and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings

“of course omi”

ushijima wakatoshi.

you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches

you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him

but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule

the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work

and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)

getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.

you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes

but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home

after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”

your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain

you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.

you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed

because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time

why did you even expect?

understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”

you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down

you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep

it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.

your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.

you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do

shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier

but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do

but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self

so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift

when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand

you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”

you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for

“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”

you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”

“i know, i’m sorry.”

“and that i love you?”

“yes, i know that. i love you too.”

smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.

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[yongislong]

tiktok prank 2 + 127.

genre: nonidol!127 reacting to you not saying i love you back hehe, fluff, angst maybe? domestic, established relationships. nonidol!127

note: hiii tysm for requesting anon! i hope this lives up to your expectations haha, i had a hard time writing this and tbh im not really happy with it :(, lmk what you all think though! reqs are open! not proofread haha

taeil... says it before he leaves for his night shift. you just reply with a simple "okay darling, be safe!" and he freezes. not down For The Games. stomps back to you crossing his arms, tapping his foot, while unknowingly pouting. you play with him even more by asking him if he forgot anything. he loses it. he catches on that you're messing with him as you try to bite your cheeks to hold in your smile but still plays along bc he thinks this prank is lame regardless!! "YA! I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!"

johnny... makes his signature confused face after you hang up the phone with a simple "bye babe!" ponders. is sitting in bed replaying every single sentence he contributed during that conversation lol. takes it upon himself to face time you and ask you if maybe, possibly, by chance... you are mad about something. you can't help but laugh and he hangs up. you send him a tiktok of someone doing the same thing and he sends you back a screenshot with your contact name being changed to "pathological liar" with a picture of the joker... thinks its peak comedy

taeyong... pouts. if you don't say you love him back as soon as he pats your head to grab something from the vending machine next to the library, he's so lost. im sorry he's so babygirl i feel like he would actually get so confused. he's the only one who has a public tiktok account and tbh, i feel like he would be addicted to it as a uni student so you really don't think it's gonna work but his overthinking lead to not being able to form valid thoughts lol. immediately sits back down and pulls your chair up to his knees and traps you until you say it back or tell him why you never said it, intense eye contact lol.

yuta... i feel like people would peg him as being annoyed or even borderline mean but i feel like he would be so worried. just expected you to say it after he shouted it before closing the front door behind him and it takes him half a second before he's back inside trying to look for you and asking you whats wrong. you feel so bad LMAO. "you know you can tell me anything right, like literally anything, and it doesn't have to be right know you know, just-!" yeah you kiss him to shut him up. you lie and pretend you didn't hear him because you cannot bare to tell him it was a prank lol :(

doyoung... IM ON MY POUTY DOIE AGENDA idc yes he's grown but i feel like he would absolutely be like "hmmhph???" whiny. "say it baaaackkkkuuhhhghh!!!" you love to mess with him though so you pretend you have no idea what he's talking about. literally shakes it out of you. like grabs your shoulders and squeezes and hugs and twists and lifts and shakes you LMAOOO. if you're both laying down he would start being so annoying and trying to push you off him. he's back to normal once you say it back. he sees the prank a week later online and he sends you the link followed by many frowny emojis

jaehyun... not playing these games fr LMAO. like i've said before i think he's more like... frat boy ish however i think he would really care about whoever he's with, so like yuta, i think he'd be more worried about why you didn't say i love you back after he did before bed, than anything else. he sits up and asks if he did something today that upset you, but you tell him it was a prank. says its an evil prank and demands you delete tiktok immediately lol. i think he would be out of touch with the internet PFT so he's more lost than annoyed or pouty yknow? doesn't get the prank PFTT he's like "that's so mean :("

jungwoo... SOO ANNOYED. 127 said he's actually really manly when he's not on camera but i feel like he'd have a soft spot for you regardless. would be sooo confused before it turns into annoyance. keeps following you around like a puppy and whenever you look at him he gives you the most sassy facial expressions ever. like full nine yards with the eye roll, scoff, crossing his arms, etc. "helloo???" won't stop following you. lives for the silent treatment tbh. it eventually gets too much when you call for toilet paper from your shared bathroom and he ignores you LMAO. says it was a stupid prank and to not do it again but he's smiling and boops your nose while he says it

mark... oh my god please. he's such a gen z, yet he's always a month behind every trend so this completely went over his head. like yuta and jae, is just wondering if he did something wrong. can't live with himself until he gets to the bottom of it. he says it to you over the phone and when you hang up after saying "me too!" he wonders why you didn't actually say i love you. needless to say he walks across campus all the way to your dorms and shows up at your door, scratching the back of his neck asking shyly why you didn't say it back. you play dumb and pretend to not know what it is lol. you admit its a prank after you see him getting flustered and stuttering PFT. you both stay up watching a ton of tiktoks of people doing the trend, he has a lot of opinions on other peoples relationships LMAOO

haechan... please don't ever try and do this to him. he's going to go to the ends of the earth to annoy you. after you don't say it, he gives you that cocky smirk and head tilt while laughing like a mobster LOL. will say it until you say it back, doesn't matter how long it takes. knows its a prank but doesn't care because, to be honest has been waiting for you to try this on him just so he has the excuse to be clingy and follow you around the apartment. and oh boy, he does not let you go until you say it back. tickles it out of you. says the only way to be able to forgive you is to watch disney's hercules together while cuddling

[onyourhyuck]

<3 Professional Teaser. | l.hc (M)

synopsis; your boyfriend was busy on his phone so you did a little stripping show on for him.

warning; highly suggestive, haechan gets flustered and shy!! Y/n is a massive annoying tease, nudity, smut!

<3

he glances away from his phone to look at you when he heard your voice calling him. his eyes were met with your robe dropping on the ground revealing your nude body.

his eyes tremble at the sight, looking you up and down. his throat clenched, feeling flustered and off guard by this suddenly. you smirk watching him look away for just a moment with a nervous and soft laugh. Hyuck leans back into his black gaming chair, looking at you again with a slight mischief in his eyes.

the eyes screamed towards you ‘you’re playing with fire’ in a joking manner. you turn around showing off more of your body, haechan sighs under his breathe with a laugh, rubbing his eyes. he’s trying really hard to not break but that is impossible for him.

“are you teasing me, baby?” he asked, seeing the dumb and playing innocent expression on yours as if you had no idea what he’s talking about. “no? what are you on about baby I’m just changing.”

he observes your behind when you turned around opening the wardrobe, taking out clothes to wear. he feels his cheeks heat up, but his smirk stayed there. “you’re such a tease y/n, god, so insufferable” you heard his voice well, smiling in the thin air.

watching y/n change into the new pair of clothes, he checks every inch of your body out wanting to feel it, kiss it and do so many things to you. your perfection was out of this world. hyuck sees the loose shirt you wore, the way the shorts nicely fitted your curved ass out. hyuck gulps at the unholy thoughts,

when you check yourself out in the mirror you saw his lingering eyes on you. seemingly the plan worked, he doesn’t care about his phone whatsoever now. he sighs into the air, in a demanding voice.

“come here babe, comeeee.” he whines pulling on the air with his hands motioning forward towards him. you give a cheeky grin approaching his chair. he makes space on his lap for you to sit on, as he snuggles close to the chest area, he immediately kisses it and the collarbones that were exposed.

your arms wrap around his neckline, feeling the long brown hair he has grown out. you love his long hair so much, at one point you threatened to kick hyuck if he ever touched scissors and cut his hair.

“shouldn’t you be on your phone?” you teased him, haechan smartly but cheekily replies back, “my phone can’t help me out with the raging boner i have”

your jaw drop, hitting his chest gently with your palm, he laughs a little at your reaction and made sure to trap you in his long right hug that you tried getting out of when hearing his words. “yah lee haechan!”

“haha jokes bby, but Uhm, at this same time it’s not a joke, you made me hard.” he said.

<3

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[thebaddestofbatches]

Can you maybe write something about Commander Cody trapped on a planet with a bunch of younglings.

I should've answered this post like a year ago. It's been sitting unfinished in my drafts for ages haha.

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Cody was supposed to be a well respected trooper in the Grand Army of the Republic. Key phrase: supposed to be. 

Now he seemed to be demoted to a babysitter. 

“Commander?” A Twi’lek child asked, patting his plastoid covered thigh. “Commander? When can we go back to the Temple?”

Cody sighed, scrubbing his face. “Not for awhile yet, little one.”

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Kriff, he wasn’t even supposed to be off the ship! But nooo, General Skywalker had to shirk his duties and stick him with chaperone duty on a field trip full of younglings!

The Twi’lek kid poked her hand into the panel on the side of the ship where he was working. “What’s that?”

Cody grabbed her wrist before her fingers could make contact with the exposed wires. “Don’t touch that.”

She pouted, but stood and walked away, her brown robes swishing. However, another child, a human boy, quickly took her place. 

“Sir?” He said. “Where’s Master Yoda?”

Cody grimaced. “I’m afraid he’s not here.”

The youngling cocked his head and reached into the panel just like the girl before him. “What’s that?”

“Reactor,” The clone commander replied shortly, batting the kid’s hand away and drawing a length of wire from his belt. “Here. Take this and go play.”

He tossed it to the child, who gave him an odd look but left anyway, winding it between his fingers. 

Cody returned to his work, muttering a curse under his breath as he fiddled with the hot power cores. “This is droid work, how am I supposed to know how to do this?”

“Sir?” Another small voice said and unconsciously Cody winced. “Javier got hurt.”

“What?!” The clone’s head snapped up and he whirled to see a small Rodian boy holding his bloody knee, sitting on the concrete. He could tell that the boy was holding back tears as he rocked slowly, trying to stop the bleeding. 

Immediately, Cody dashed to the ship and fished out the med kit, digging through it for a bacta patch and antiseptic wipes, swearing all the while.

“Okay,” He knelt down in front of the kid. “Okay. This is going to sting.”

The Rodian youngling’s eyes widened a bit and he shrank back and Cody kicked himself internally. 

Taking a deep breath, he tried to channel the same gentleness he saw Obi Wan use with rescued children.

“It’ll be alright…” He said slowly. “You’re going to have to be brave for a bit, but I promise I’ll be quick and then you’ll feel much better. Can you be brave for me?”

The boy nodded, almost imperceptibly and Cody did his best to smile warmly. “Alright. Ready?”

Another nod and Cody carefully unwound his hands from around his knee to examine the damage. It wasn’t bad, just a playground injury, but bits of gravel from the pavement were stuck to the raw skin.

“Deep breath,” He instructed and when the kid inhaled the commander swiped the wipe over the scrape. To his credit, the youngling didn’t cry out, just scrunched up his face, and after two more passes, the wound was clean and Cody pressed the little bacta patch onto it.

“There,” Cody hummed. “That wasn’t so bad, was it ad’ika?”

The kid shook his head and giggled a little. “Thank you, sir.”

“No problem.” He pulled the small Rodian up to his feet. “Now go play with your friends while I try to get us back in the air.”