#ohh that’d be fucked up

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

my earlier ask made me think of a timeline where jonah did like, legit get kidnapped.

he didn't run from adam's death, so mark didnt get mad at him, but some evil guy saw him crying over adam's corpse and took him.

ooooo... imagine it's cesars first call he goes on with seth and they find and rescue poor jonah who is definitely traumatized-

Ohhhh shit, like. A full fucking rescue mission for Jonah

Seth brings Cesar along to help (kinda) kick the ass of whoever did it

[wonysugar]

puff, puff and pass | ot4 aespa

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. high for this — the weeknd

synopsis : your dream blunt rotation, except you’re the blunt.

pairing : yoo jimin, ning yizhuo, aeri uchinaga, kim minjeong x fem!reader

genre : smut, porn without plot (sorry)

tags : high sex, aespa kind of gangbang reader to be quite honest—, objectification, reader is referred to as ‘it’ like once, oral sex, vaginal penetration, joint rolling tutorial included brought to you by jiminjeong xx, i’m joking, don’t do drugs yall

warnings : heavy use of drugs, like, they’re all high as hell help (more specifically marijuana) both fem!reader and aespa are intoxicated in this

word count : 1,4k(??)

a/n : the fact that i was basically finished with writing thisa while ago and the only thing stopping me from posting it was the fuckass moodboard.. AND EVEN THEN IT ISN’T EVEN ALL THAT I HATE ITTFJHHFJEJF anyways, here’s some food MWAHH love you sugarcubes<33

“come on, you’ve been at it for ages— pass it already.” complained ning, her voice all whiny. 

from those words alone, a normal individual would think that the five girls in the room, including you, were doing a blunt rotation of some sort. or perhaps you all were just participating in a chill activity that consisted of passing around an object for entertainment, nothing harmless.. right?

well.. yes! you’d be right in assuming that it was, in fact, a blunt being passed around originally. that is, until the other girls (intoxication clearly having taken over the good parts of their brains) thought it would be a great idea to pass something else, another object, one that’d cure their boredom in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

that said object turned out to be your very own body.

“ohh my god shut up—” was what aeri moaned, sharply inhaling air through her teeth as she fucked her cock deep into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat with every thrusting motion she made. you were on all fours in front of her, fitting all of her into your mouth, watching your head bob up and down her long shaft effortlessly as you took all of her rigid length like the good slut you are, it made her lose control of her senses. “fuck y/n i’m so fucking close—“

then, to both you and aeri’s surprise, right as she was about to finish all over your mouth, your hair was suddenly pulled on from behind. “ah-ah, too late, it’s my turn now.” was what you heard ning say from behind you in a singing tone, visualizing the kind of annoying smile she had on her face whilst saying that to aeri. 

you winced at the sharp pain you felt on your scalp from such a tug, which was then immediately replaced by the overwhelming sensation by the feeling of ning’s dick sliding up and down your wet slit, teasing your entrance with her tip. 

in response to having you pulled away from her at the moment of her sweet release, you saw as aeri’s face contorted from one of pleasure to one of frustration very quickly, despite her seemingly sleepy eyes due to the ridiculous amount of cannabis she ingested, and keeps ingesting. “i wasn’t done, asshole.” exclaimed the half-japanese girl, clearly upset that the chance to cum all over your pretty face got taken away from her and delayed for another short period of time.

ning simply laughed at her before swiftly sliding her cock into your wet, wet cunt. you moaned loudly, as being in a situation such as this one while simultaneously being high just made you feel everything way more than you usually would. it was like all five of your senses were invaded with different, filthy things, and all of those things contributed to making you feel so, so good. you felt mindless, only present to please those that were freely using your body.

you loved every single second, as dehumanizing as it was. perhaps that’s what made it so arousing.

“please— i’m doing her a favor. she knows this dick fucks her the best, right, doll?” you looked back at her with hooded eyes, unsure what to respond.

while yes, ning knows how to use her length, you were quite frankly blinded by the drugs at that moment.

all you really wanted was dick, regardless of how you got it.

so, you mindlessly nodded, “stick to jerking off and watching how it’s done, ‘kay?” is what added ning, earning another annoyed groan from the other girl in response, before the latter sat down on the couch before you. with that, each second that passed was an increase in speed for the girl on top of you, your back to her stomach.

“can you guys stop bickering already? it’s like, ruining the vibe.” said what sounded like jimin, her words were slow, clear and enunciated.

that’s when you caught a glance of her and minjeong, sitting on the other corner of the dark room. they, on their side of things, were rolling yet another blunt, minjeong was focused on intricately filling the folded paper with the marijuana whilst jimin held the filter for her, aligning its edges perfectly with the edges of the paper before rolling it, twisting the end of the joint and eventually lighting the latter. 

“and can you roll that shit quicker? it’s getting boring having ning do everything.” snapped back aeri, a bit louder so that the two relevant girls could hear her above the music, clearly annoyed. obviously, ning heard and grinned at her mockingly, earning an eye roll from her.

“we’re working on it, be fucking patient, girl.” replied minjeong.

what differed her ways to handle you and ning’s was mostly the gentleness that was employed with you; aeri was rough, sure, but she also prioritized your comfort above everything else when you were sucking her cock. ning, on the other hand, was fucking you like she had a point to prove, she’d thrust into you in an almost animalistic way, also making sure that she could hear every single dirty noise that came out of your mouth. 

not like that was hard to do anyways, with how loud and shamelessly lewd you were being for her. 

with that being said, you weren’t exactly surprised when you felt her fingers lock your jaw into a tight grip, making you face the couch aeri was sitting on. the chinese girl dug into your skin with her long, pretty acrylic nails, leaving very visible red scratches on your stomach as she got closer and closer to her climax.

“you’re so tight, baby..” said ning with a groan, huffing and puffing into your ear with each pump of her dick into your walls, all of it causing you to moan out incoherent words. “oh fuck, i think i could do you for hours on end—”

when you actually concentrated on the girl in front of you, you noticed how no longer upset she seemed about being denied her orgasm, but more so impatient to have you all to herself again. she watched you attentively as she stroked her own dick, wishing she was the one to stretch your pussy out instead of it being done by the annoying and cocky girl that was behind you, ning. 

those two are very close, so it’s very natural for them to take basically everything as a competition.

then, as if to prevent you from looking anywhere else other than her, aeri quickly stood up in front of you and grabbed ahold of your hair, rougher than usual, before impatiently teasing your already agape mouth with the head of her cock, slapping it against your desperate lips before bucking her hips into your mouth, inserting it effortlessly. ning was still behind you, pounding you just as mercilessly as she’s been doing this entire time.

you came, repeatedly, at that. what else could you have done when you were being fucked stupid by two different dicks at once, both at different speeds and intensities? obviously, it didn’t take long before they came inside of you, too. aeri’s warm juices filled the entirety of your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of it as she pushed her cock down deeper, while the chinese girl's dick was buried deep into your wet, swollen cunt, the perfect view of your spread ass obviously playing a huge part in her orgasm.

teamwork at its finest! especially when the two other girls are finally walking their way towards you, stumbling in their steps, all giggly and jittery from the weed, clearly excited to make you take a puff out of their freshly rolled and lit-up joint. too fucked out to have at least one remotely coherent thought, you let them ruffle your hair and get a tight grip on it to make you face minjeong’s pale hand, holding the blunt in between her fingertips.

still recovering from aeri’s thick load in your throat, you didn’t even notice how jimin had her phone camera above you, filming you from practically every angle before locking your jaw in a tight grip, laughing and caressing your lips with her thumb.

“come on, pretty slut,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “take a hit.”

and you did, you took multiple, even. you felt yourself lose every ounce of sobriety left in your body with every inhale you took of the joint, if you even had any. so much so that you weren’t even fazed by sometimes having it suddenly replaced by one of the girls’ dicks at times and even forgetting that all of that was getting recorded by jimin. 

once that blunt was finished, they simply thought it’d be funny to have you crawl around on the floor like a desperate little whore that’s trying to get her throat used like it deserves to be, you took them, turn by turn, getting their mixed loads all over your mouth and throat, turn by turn. 

unfortunately for you, you couldn’t remember what it was that happened afterwards, all you know now is that your head hurts like a bitch and that your legs feel like you went to the gym for a week straight with no breaks. 

with that information, it was needless to say that you definitely got passed and used around by the other girls like you wanted for the rest of that long and hazy night.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Sorry if you have a lot of asks already, but I’m so curious- what are some personal headcanons you have for Anderson’s backstory? I think that’d be really interesting to hear about!!

Ohh thanks for the Ask!! That's a topic I could rant about forever. 😂 But I'm not good at putting my thoughts into words, beware.

(😭😭I got like 20 requests and want to write them SO badly, but there's so little time...)

My backstory for him changes each time I write for him honestly, but I love @tex-treasure-chamber 's take on it:

We already know Iscariot uses children in their orphanages as warriors for their cause - but Anderson, due to being inherently capable to begin with, was part of a special program to create some kind of "super soldier".

I think no one really knows where he comes from, he was just found in front of the doorstep of a Scottish orphanage at some point.

He's already been gradually fucked up during his formative years (whether by his birth family or the orphanage workers I leave open to interpretation), and the training he had to endure just gave him the rest tbh. It only further fed his fanatic delusions and strenghtened his bloodlust and erratic temper.

Becoming Iscariot's strongest involves a lot of mental conditioning, slowly striping away his humanity that stands in the way of becoming an unfeeling and unquestioning tool of god. They also needed him to build up a high pain tolerance, so they tortured him in barbaric ways, claiming the suffering brings him closer to Jesus Christ.

In the end they didn't manage to break his mind completely, we see it in his way of defying superiors and especially how fond he's of the orphans in his care - but they certainly succeeded turning him into a highly efficient and dangerous fanatic.

It's those two completely different worlds (caregiver vs. hunter) inside of him that's tearing him apart. He failed to become a weapon completely but he can also never be fully human again, at his core he's a twisted individual unable to find peace with his existence.

Which is why I hate love the scene where he (indirectly) kills Maxwell - in which he still saw a child he once raised - because that's the moment those two worlds clash. And not shortly after he decides to cast aside those burdening remains of his humanity use the nail of helena to become a true monster of god.

In the German translation he says "I would've prefered being born as a storm, a threat, or an explosive. I'd rather been born a fierce thunderstorm...without consideration, without remorse, without tears."

Anderson isn't supposed to feel, to care, let alone love - and yet he does...so much it's tearing him apart.

[tsams-killswap-au]

Theoretical question (mainly for Moon, since its more science-y than i think Sun would like to answer) Lets say you two didn't decide to make a whole new body, but instead carefully stitch your codes together as a more safely structured base.

If that were to happen, i have heard from other sources that it wouldn't be two to come out with a bunch of risks, but one singular being with minimal risks.

Would you two have chosen to merge in a way, than to be separated?

Moon, Would you have done that as a liable option to not risk Sun's ai and body, or your own body?

And Sun, even though Moon doesn't appear for work often, do you still take at least a little break to recharge, either literally or mentally?

Moon: Me and Sun MERGING? 

Moon: That’s a new one. The idea never even crossed my mind. 

Moon: First of all– Hmm– yeah, I could probably pull that off. It shouldn’t be any harder than what it took to separate us. 

Moon: Second of all, the fact it carries way less risk is something to consider. We thought separating was the only option, and accepted everything that could go wrong, but we could have weighed the pros and cons if we’d known about merging.

Moon: But I don’t know if I’d WANT that. 

Moon: When I first woke up, I was trapped in Sun’s head. We were already stuck together, and we both hated it. I don’t think I’d want to fuse together. 

Moon: Maybe if it was the ONLY way to stop the pain we were going through, but to be honest? I just wanted to be my own person. 

Moon: And it wasn’t just MY decision. When me and Sun stopped fighting and agreed to be brothers, we BOTH chose to do this.

Sun: WHAT are they asking? 

Moon: They brought up the idea that we could have fused into one person, instead of separating. 

Sun: Huh–  You mean like… Garnet? 

Moon: Yeah, sure. Like Garnet. I was thinking Fu- sion - HAH. 

Sun: Huh! We can do that? 

Moon: Yeah I probably could have figured it out.

Sun: Well that’d be kinda weird, don’t you think? I mean, I’m ME, and you’re YOU! If we fused, wouldn’t we cease to exist and someone else would replace us!? 

Moon: Mmmmm actually yes, that’s probably EXACTLY what would happen. 

Sun: What would happen to our personalities!? I love kids and you hate them, so what would this hypothetical new guy think!? 

Moon: You know, that’s a damn good question. What do you get when you mix care and hate together? 

Sun: And you’re smart, and I– aaaam– NOT smart! Would our brains be mixed together, making this new guy slightly smarter than you are now? Or would ME subtract from YOU and they’d be dumber than you but smarter than me? 

Moon: Ooor maybe a fucked up patchwork of all our traits mixed and matched.  

Sun: And you’re a jerk and I’m NICE! Which one would this guy be!?

Sun: Besides!! I’m Sun and you’re Moon! What would that make us, if we fused into one person!? 

Moon: *Snrk* I mean let’s just think here, Sun! There’s only one thing you COULD call it. We’d be an Eclipse. 

Sun: Ahh yeahhh. But you’re blue and I’m yellow and that makes GREEN! So… wouldn’t that make us an Earth, since the Earth’s the only thing in space that’s green? 

Sun: (I mean it’s blue, but it’s also green!) 

Moon: Don’t people usually call the Earth, like, “Mother Earth?” 

Sun: Ohh, yeah. 

Moon: I mean, I don’t really care, I’d be fine with it. 

Sun: You’re right, you’re right though, an Eclipse just makes more sense!

Sun: But, I dunno! 

Sun: I like being myself! And I like Moon being my Brother!  I like that we’re our own people! 

Moon: Yeah, I like that too. I wanted space, I wanted FREEDOM. I didn’t want to be turned into someone else. 

Sun: I definitely don’t want to be turned into someone else!! I don’t want to die and get reborn as someone different! I want to be ME! 

Sun: So naaah, nah, I don’t think we’d have done a fusion dance.

Moon: So even if we'd had both options back then, we still would have chosen to separate, even if the risk was a lot higher than merging was.

Sun: But it’s neat to think about and imagine!

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A24

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: The Angel’s Identity

Characters: Toi, Netaro, Nagi, Daniel, Yodaka

Summary: The protagonist is surrounded by the Night Team members, who are completely drunk. Meanwhile,Toi shows off his surprising drinking skills and entertaining the customers around him.

Thank you aca @/463ce6, myun @/myuntachis Niri @/Niri_riri and jes @/arcanecrayonn for helping me with proofing!

Netaro: I ammm learning SHO much about the human race… 

Location: Hakodate Daimon Yokocho Izakaya

Netaro: Like this famoush fellow, Skurin Dadastar discovered a SNAIL on the back of a human cranium— 

Momiji: Okay, that’s kinda gross, so let’s stop right there…

Momiji: Mama, could I get— Wait, you can choose between raw or fried scallops!?

Momiji: Ohh, how do I pick… They both look so delicious…!

Ryui: (Are they for fucking real– They’ve been stuffing themselves for three whole hours! When are they gonna fuck off already…!)

Netaro: Listen to meeeeee~~~!

Momiji: I’ll listen! But nothing that makes me want to puke, okay? 

Yodaka: Why would you stop him? I find his topics to be very intriguing, I would love nothing more than to hear the continuation, indeed. 

Momiji: …So you’re drunk too, Yodaka-san. There’s something just a little off about your speech… 

Yodaka: Do you think so? If one does not understand themselves, they night… oh?

Netaro: Ahaha! So Youda can also get a little kooky! I think my head is light and spinny… *drool* 

Yodaka: Youda… When it comes to making nicknames, you’re the champion. 

Nagi: By the way, Chief, are you listening to my story? 

Momiji: Oh, yes… 

Momiji: Something about how you keep finding one sock of a pair at the laundromat? 

Nagi: Yeah. So, normally people tie a pair of socks together and put them away, but that’s usually when you’re arranging your clothes in the closet. So I guess it makes sense for the pair to be separated when you put them in the wash. 

Nagi: But there’s no way you can survive with only one pair of socks, so I’ll tell you this story - Once upon a time there was a woman who owned a pair of woolen socks, and a pair of lace socks. One cold winter evening, she decided to visit the laundromat and— 

Momiji: (Ah… Nagi-kun’s monologue is making me feel even more tipsy…)

Daniel: The gang’s turned into quite the sight to see. 

Daniel: I’ll just take my time and sip on mine… Mama, a refill please.

Toi: …Phew.

Drunkard A: You’ve been downing those drinks like water there, angel boy! Woulda never guessed that cute face of yours belonged to a heavy drinker!

Drunkard B: How many’s it been now? I think he’s finished off one-shō bottle!

Toi: Hah, as if I could be satisfied by a mere bottle of liqueur. 

Ryui: (That fucking bastard…)

Ryui: (Never gives a shit about Toi’s body, drinkin’ so fuckin’ much!)

Proprietress: It’s always been the case that the ones with the cute looks can hold their drinks… oh?

Proprietress: Where did the muddler that I was using go off to?

Toi: Look beside the basin. 

Proprietress: Huh? …Oh! It really is here.

Proprietress: Thank you for helping me. Oh dear, don’t tell me you were watching the whole time? 

Toi: Kuku… I need not bother with such trifles. Here is some proof: The phone will ring soon. 

*phone rings*

Proprietress: Oh! I-It really rang… 

Drunkard A: Ooh, that’s some interesting trick there angel boy!

Drunkard C: Precognition? Now that’d come in handy at parties! 

Toi: How bold of you to treat me as some jester at a banquet. You dare to consider my power as mere child’s play? 

Toi: Truly, so foolish that I cannot help but adore it.

Drunkard B: Huh~ Been meanin’ to ask, what’s up with the way you talk? It’s kinda impressive. Is that how all you folks from the mainland speak?

Toi: How about I use you for my next act? I will show you what it means when a human has their soul ripped from their bodies.

Drunkard C: Soul? Now you’re talking like some kinda devil! 

Daniel: Ah… Sorry about him. Please just smile and nod to whatever he says. 

Daniel: He’s at that age you see… 

Drunkard: Ohh I get it. ‘Tis the season to walk silently and all that… 

Drunkard B: Ain’t that nostalgic~ I’ve got my dark history all recorded in some diaries back at home too.

Toi: You, the big oaf. What do you mean by “at that age?”

Daniel: Well, ya see… What I mean is… 

Daniel: Oi, is it okay for me to tell it straight to his face? What if he cries on me? 

Yodaka: In that case, I’ll take responsibility and marry you for life… or treat you to a bottle?

Netaro: Toiiii~ No, ‘nother Toi! It’s been a while since I last saw you!

Netaro: I am very much interested in you! Let’s be fwendsss~

Toi: I refuse. I am only fond of humans. 

Nagi: !

Netaro: Bwahaha! Shoooo interesting~!

Drunkard A: No helpin’ it, this old man will bite the bullet. Ye see kid, you’ve got a disease. It’s called 8th grade syndrome. 

Drunkard B: Yeah, it’s like a cold you catch while going through puberty.

Elderly Lady: Everyone has a dark history like that, young boy. That’s how you grow up.

Toi: Hah! So now it’s a disease?

Toi: To see you scramble so as to make sense of what you can’t understand is so pitiful that it brings a tear to my eye. Truly, such a frivolous thought process can only be accomplished by you humans. 

Daniel: Toi’s really doubling down on that stuff, huh.

Toi: I shall explain in a way even you fools should be able to comprehend.

Toi: I am the angel that will bring salvation to you humans. You may call me “Oshisha-sama.”

Netaro: …An angel? 

Momiji: Oshisha-sama? 

Toi: Well, I have been called by another name as well.

Toi: Such as “Astaroth.”

*Everyone pauses*

Nagi: …Got it. So that’s what he’s going with. 

Momiji: It’s very impressively detailed. Your second name is really cool!

Netaro: Angel… Along with “lonely,” this ish yet another concept that I fail to comprehend. Amaaaazing! Earth is so fascinating~ And EXCITING! 

Yodaka: Angel… Hope… Salvation… Hydrogen… Salt… Spring rolls… Shark fin… Wok… 

Daniel: Aight, I think you oughta pipe down, yer just makin’ this more confusing. 

Yodaka: Spatula… 

Momiji: Hahaha! 

Netaro: Toi, ToiToi. From the moment I met youuu, I could sense you were a supernatural being that has power faaaar beyond that of a human! 

Netaro: Aaaand THAT’S why I’m soooo interested in you! Everything in this universe, aaaall of creation, must be explainable by science or logic. Otherwise, it is NOTHING! 

Netaro: Such is the way of my planet, and SO! You, an aaaangel, must be taken apart piece by piece and factorized so that I may verify your existence! 

Toi: …… 

Nagi: Ah, that’s just his setting, yeah… 

Momiji: Huh, so Netaro-kun’s setting is that he’s come from space? 

Netaro: Yup! 

Momiji: Then maybe I’ll go with being an underground dweller! If possible, I’d like to be a God of Travel or something… 

Yodaka: Then… I shall be a police officer conducting an undercover investigation. 

Yodaka: Or perhaps a spy who is after state secrets might be fun too.

Nagi: I’ll, uh, go for something safe, like a flower fairy.

Yodaka: Hm, but perhaps you should try picking something a little more absurd. Maybe then you could relate to being at “that age” too… 

Nagi: Oh, you’ve got a point… Hm… 

Daniel: C’mon, why’re you bustin’ yer balls over this crap? Just come up with somethin’ on the fly.

Daniel: Like, you survived a nuclear fusion, or you woke up from a cold sleep, or that you have a zipper on your back, or some bull like that. 

Netaro: Have aaaany of you tried dancing on top of space debris? You can’t help but get addicted once you try it oooout! 

Daniel: Yeah, exactly. Just keep it light like that debris or whatever stuff he was goin’ on about.

Nagi: …I gotta go to the bathroom. 

Momiji: Ok, be safe outside! 

Yodaka: I’m actually an office lady who used to get a measly salary but was reincarnated into another world, and due to circumstances beyond my control I’ve become a serial killer after being hit over the head with a spatula one night— 

Daniel: Hahaha! Damn, you’re getting good at this! 

Netaro: What surprised me moooost was the concept of male and female on this planet… 

Momiji: Hmm, for underground dwellers, it’d be the sun, right? I bet they’d cry after seeing the sun for the first time! 

Daniel: I’d go with medical development.

Netaro: Hey hey, tell me, do angels have the concept of male and female too? 

Toi: …… 

Netaro: Tell meeee, what’s the definition of an angel? 

Toi: …… 

Netaro: Tell me tell me tell ME! Can angels die? 

Toi: …… 

Momiji: Netaro, maybe he hasn’t developed his setting that far yet, so try to dial back the questions… 

Netaro: Are you really an angel? 

Toi: ……Kukuku.

Toi: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Netaro: Woahhh.

Momiji: T-Toi-kun? 

Daniel: Dumbass, bein’ so loud will bother the others! 

Toi: …I was entertained for a fleeting moment, but now I tire of your rubbish. 

Toi: Rejoice. I shall show you the real thing. 

Location: Hakodate - Daimon Yokocho

Nagi: …… 

Nagi: (The moon sure is beautiful.)

Nagi: (...Has there ever been a night like this before, where I didn’t feel lonely?)

Nagi: (I have friends who’ll keep me company through the night now, along with good food and alcohol. I feel happy.)

Nagi: (So, this is what you call a trip… It’s amazing. I want to stay in this moment for as long as I can.) 

Nagi: (I should probably give the Chief some flowers while I have the chance. It’s a good thing I packed some in my bag, then—)

*rumbling*

Nagi: Huh…?

Nagi: (What’s this sound? It started so suddenly… Like it’s coming from the very depths of the earth…)

*ground shakes*

Nagi: W-Wha… Is this an earthquake?

Notes:

shō is a traditional unit of volume, approx. 1.8 litres

Yodaka makes a pun saying he'd take responsibilty and marry Daniel for life 一緒 (issho) or for a bottle 一升 (issho)

Astaroth, in demonology, is known to be the Great Duke of Hell.

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[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - ninety-six | it’s a metaphor

“Should we just follow the chords here?” You asked. 

Hongjoong bit his nail, listening to the track again. “Hmmmmm…”

You and Hongjoong were in the studio together, working on more demo songs for Ans:wer. Maddox was not there that day.

“Should we go discordant?”

“Cor-dant or dis-cor-dant… that is the question.”

You smiled.

“I don’t know if I would here, I think it’d fuck up the flow of the song right before the pre-chorus. I think it could really help the song though…”

“Hmm…” You listened to the song a little more. “Maybe we go discordant before the last chorus instead?”

He nodded. “I think that’d be better.”

He stopped the track and moved a few parts of the file around, adding parts the two of you had hidden earlier, not knowing what to do with them. He started the track again and you both leaned back as well as you could, both of you with your feet pulled up to your chest as you sat in the fancy studio chairs.

He stopped it, clicked back a few times and played the part that you had altered a second time. He pointed at the screen and you watched as the progress bar scanned over several layers of the song.

“Should we do a Tension Harmony here?”

“A tension harmony? In a song called Tension?” You laughed.

His eyebrows furrowed. “Too corny?”

“More like you’re a genius and someone will make a whole-ass thirty minute youtube video just to talk about it.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Let’s go for it.”

He chuckled as he wrote notes for when Ans:wer would come in and record the song.

“Okay, we’re done with this demo. Let’s work on the next one…” He saved and closed that project and opened another one and played it. 

You listened to it a few times before you paused it. “It’s missing something traditional.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that is kind of the point…”

You sat in silence as you thought.

“Should we go with big horns?”

You put your fingers on your head like a bull.

“Cute.”

You laughed at your own joke. “Hmm… can we get a bunch of nabal players?”

“Oh, you want to go full Daechwita?”

“That’s a good idea though, we could invite a whole group and have the drums too!”

He laughed loudly. “Ohh… that’d be a good idea for a performance video!”

“Yeah! Write that down.” You hit him in the arm excitedly and he laughed as he made notes in his notebook. 

“The group can be in full hanbok and we can get traditional dancers and stuff.”

Hongjoong laughed as he wrote. “You keep saying ‘we’ like you’re going to be doing all the calling musicians and dancers and shit.”

You laughed. “I’m changing from a music producer to a movie producer. I’ll finally find out what it is they do.”

He stopped and looked up at nothing, then turned to you. “I never realized I don’t know what a movie producer does.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re like… in charge of knowing people. Like they ‘know a guy’.”

“‘Know a guy’?” He laughed.

“Yeah. Like in a mob movie or something, someone will be like, ‘I know a guy’ and then the guy is like a lockpicker or… I don’t know. Some other useful thing the movie needs at that moment.” “Huh… I guess that makes sense.”

You shrugged. “You need a guy that knows a guy. And producers? They know guys.”

He nodded.

“Dolls, too.”

He slowly looked over at you. “‘Guys and Dolls’?” He asked blankly.

You held back a laugh.

He nodded with a sigh. “How do you even know that musical? I thought your parents only let you watch classical music things. Wouldn’t musical theater be too modern?”

“Some teenagers watched porn, I spent the wee hours of the morning looking up as many other kinds of music as I could find because all of it was verboten.”

He laughed. “Makes sense.”

You nodded.

“Okay, back to the song.”

He played it again and stopped it at another point.

He pointed at the screen. “It’s missing something.”

“Hmm…”

The two of you sat together, arms crossed, listening to that 10-second loop for about five minutes.

“Snare hit right… here?” You pointed as the moment came up.

He snapped his fingers. “I agree.”

Hongjoong added it and started the song again. When the moment came up and the snare hit happened, you both nodded like two doctors proud at having saved the life of a dying patient.

“So… I had a long talk with Ans:wer’s leader and came up with something for the intro for their new album. He wants to have some lore for their songs, so this is what I came up with…” Hongjoong said as he flipped to the page in his notes. 

“Mhm?”

He handed it to you. “Tell me what you think.”

You read the page. “Hmm… who’s going to be reading it? One of the members?”

“I was going to ask Maddox to read it.”

“Does he normally read stuff like this?”

“Well, he’s the most fluent in English, so it makes sense.”

You shrugged and nodded. It did. 

“He normally does the reads for the groups. If it has a man’s voice, it’s probably him..”

“He’s never mentioned that.”

Hongjoong shrugged, nodding towards the notebook. “What do you think?”

“I’m excited to hear it. Especially with the music behind it.”

He smiled and nodded as you handed the book back to him. 

“When is Maddox coming in? He hasn’t been here all day.”

“Hmm,” Hongjoong looked at his phone for the time, “we were so wrapped up in work that I didn’t even notice.”

“He’s not here to make crying puppy noises, how could we not have noticed?”

Hongjoong laughed quietly to himself as he dialed Maddox and put the phone on speaker. You both sat there and listened to the ring and wondered if he was going to pick up. Surprisingly, he did.

“Hello?”

“Hey, buddy, what’s up? You didn’t come in today.””

“...You’re only calling to ask about it now?”

“We were busy working on the demos for Ans:wer’s new album and got way too into it.”

“We’re going to hire a Daechwita band for it.” You added.

“Wowwwww,” Maddox said, somewhat sarcastically. 

You scrunched up your face at his reaction. 

“Maddox, you’re making her pout. Are you trying to hurt her feelings?”

“Oh--! No! I’m sorry! I woke up like five minutes ago and I’m an angry waker. I apologize.”

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” you said quietly to Hongjoong.

He smiled and shook his head. “You should apologize again, hyung, she looks like she’s gonna cry.”

You frowned at Hongjoong and he held up his hand for you to wait.

“I’m so so so so so sorry. You even took me hiking and helped me record ideas, I’m SO sorry.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, but Hongjoong lied, I wasn’t on the verge of tears.” You pinched Hongjoong’s leg, making him yelp.

Maddox sighed. “He would lie to me, wouldn’t he?”

“He’s a horrible man.”

Hongjoong laughed. “Maddox, did you just sleep all day?”

“Ohhhhhh,” Maddox groaned in jest. “Now he’s in with the criticism. Do you hear this, t/n?”

You laughed. “Such a dad, always nagging.”

Hongjoong looked at you in faux displeasure, and you raised your brows as if to say you were right and smiled.

“Ugh, he is. “And for the record, I slept all morning, because I finished three demos last night.”

“Woah! Really?” You asked.

“Mhm.”

“Do you like them?” Hongjoong asked.

“I like… all of them.”

“Wowwww,” Hongjoong said, genuinely impressed. “That doesn’t happen often.”

“Mhm! I was super inspired yesterday I guess. Everything just clicked.”

“I’m really happy for you,” you said.

“Thanks.”

You could tell from the sound of his voice that he was smiling. 

“Maddox, I also wanted to ask if you wanted to do a read for Ans:wer’s opening track. I want to go with a very epic sounding opening of spoken word over an instrumental.”

“Ooh. Should I come over now?”

“Yeah, we have time.” “Okay. I’ll get ready and hurry over.”

“See you in a bit.” 

Maddox hung up.

“It’ll take him about thirty minutes to get here so I can show you the instrumental for the spoken word.”

You nodded as Hongjoong opened the track.

The music faded in, the gentle plucking of gayageum strings accompanied by flutes and then fleshed out by a western string section to make the sound more lush. The woodwinds gave the feeling of floating for a moment, as the drums and brass instruments joined in, seeming to swirl around each other like the clashing of swords on shields or - more metaphorically - emotions, before all of it came crashing down and the flutes came back by themselves, gentle, somber.

It was then that Maddox started his line read.

“The heart of a ruler. As a single man’s will looms over his people, they wonder; does he care? Does he care about all of us? Any of us? Or is he like so many others? So many men of history who walked through pools of red so they could be the most important man. Did he do it for gold? For glory? For something more? Did he do it because he thought only he could rule? And, if he is the one who should rule over us… do we have to accept him? If he is unjust, is that what we deserve? …no.”

As he spoke, the music swirled a second time; seemingly rotating on a singular point before the sound of shattering, as whatever the feeling was broke like glass into a thousand pieces, signaling that the members of Ans:wer were going to have to fight this unjust ruler.

He paused for a moment until Hongjoong gave him the signal that the recording had been stopped. He stepped out of the booth, hair still damp from a rushed shower and dry as he hurried himself there only five minutes before getting into the booth.

“How was that?”

You and Hongjoong were stock still as you looked at him, something between shock and admiration on both your faces. Hongjoong started clapping and you joined him, both of you giving Maddox a standing ovation for his performance.

He smiled and ran his hand through his hair bashfully. “Guys, come on.”

“As expected of my oppa and your hoobae!” You clapped louder.

“As expected!” Hongjoong echoed.

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[candydust]

How about another of a sneezy Chad? Maybe being stubborn once more 😂!

23 and 30

♥️♥️

Sure. <3 (23. Sick day, 30. Getting caught)

~*~

Tristan gazed at Chad from across the breakfast table. Focusing on the slender finger which were tenderly placed at the tip of the nose. The rounded nostrils quivered, making Chad sniffle in a repetitive order. The other hand slid around his ear, tucking some hair behind it, then he turned another page from the book he was reading. ‘…ahem.’ He cleared the throat carefully and sniffled yet again. The patient finger rested below the nostrils. ‘…uh ugh.’ His forehead wrinkled and a frown met the brows.

‘You okay?’

The startling interruption cut the silence and Chad almost dropped by the book by reaction. Briefly meeting Tristan’s attentive eyes, he shifted position, resting on leg over the other. ‘…uhm yea, I guess.’ He responded slowly.

‘You guess?’

‘Yea.’ A more prominent answer was given as Chad let the resting finger rub at the nose. ‘…I think my allergies are acting up.’

‘Which one of them?’ Tristan crooked one brow. Trying to figure out if Chad was in the mood of a playful and tactful seductive game.

'...I… don’t know.’ Chad breathed more airily as his eyes narrowed. ‘…ugh, goodness… hhh, hhhh…’ He rubbed and pinched at the nose, set on gaining some control over the persistent tickle. At the same time, Tristan was fighting the urge not to stare, watching his beloved one shielding his mouth as the intense build up swept over him.

 ‘…..hhhh… esch!-tscho!-tsch!-Asch!-Aeschgnxx!!’ His head moved in a fast conduct, catching each sneeze.

‘Ohh those were… rapid.’ Tristan’s words were slow, after the first few seconds of instant lust had settled within his body.

‘…there’s… hh, hhh… ah’reschgnx!! …ugh, more.’

‘Bless you.’

Chad winced with a helpless expression, the poor nostrils at his small nose flared widely, with his lips parted ever so faintly. Each notion sending Tristan into a blissful thrill.

‘….hhhh, hhhhh… hhEisxch!!-GNXitsch!!!-uh’Wasch’gnzsch!!!!’ He sneezed uncovered in the opposite direction, unable to stifle the sneezes completely.

‘Damn those sounded incredibly harsh.’

Chad blinked with a hint of his eyes watering. ‘…I guess I’m failing miserably, trying to sound like I’m in some kind control here…’ He admitted abashed.

‘Your sneezes?’ Tristan couldn’t help but grin with a raised brow. ‘’In control?’’

‘…heh… stop…’ His lips were forming a tender smile when the motion stiffened. ‘….hhh, hhhh… oh my goodness.’

‘Awe baby what’s wrong?’ Tristan gently leaned over to the table and let his fingers have a gentle touch at Chad’s arm.

‘…it’s like I’m… hhh, hhhh… like I’m constantly on the verge of a sneeze.’

‘That’s…. weird.’ Tristan spoke with a steady tone, afraid it might break and unravel the tremble he felt from the tempting words.

‘…hhh, hhhh… ugh it’s horrible.’ Chad sniffled wetly, his fingers massaging all over the nostrils until they reached a shade of pink.

‘Have you taken the meds?’

‘…yea earlier this morning when I… hhhh, ugh… when I felt my nose… hhh, hhhhh, hhhhh…! ha’WRESCHschu!!!! ...Oh my so sorry.’ Chad apologized with a serious conduct, wiping the wetness on the trousers from his hand that’d caught the violent sneeze.

‘Uhm… bless you.’

‘Thank you.’ Chad drew in a liquid sound through the nose. ‘…I’ve been holding them back the entire morning, thinking I was fine, but…. …hh, hhh… goodness I can’t believe it, it’s still… hhhhh’WRESCHscho!!!’ He lurched forward into the flat hand.

‘Bless you gorgeous.’

‘…hhyESCHschioo!!!’’

‘….fuck…’ Tristan cursed silently to himself, feeling the overwhelming rush of adrenaline running through his body. ‘…uh bless you, you want, I could uh, tissues?’

‘…thank you, tissues would be… hhh, hhh… goodness…. would be lovely.’

Tristan went into the kitchen to fetch the requirements. When he returned, Chad had already fallen into the ambush of another sneezing fit, jerking forward as each sneeze shook his body.

‘Aweschu!!-ahEscho!! ....eh'Esch'schew!!’-tuh’schew!!’…hhhh, hhhhh… uh’ASCHEW!!!!’’

‘Awe gorgeous… bless you.’

Tristan treated himself to the softness of Chad’s hair, traveling down to touch to his chin, gently tilting it up to meet his lips which Chad responded to. ‘Sorry…’ The soft voice whispered onto his as they parted.

‘…I’m sorry.’ Chad repeated. His eyes were glistening with the tears from the recent sneeze attack.

‘You do sound a little stuffed up..?’ Tristan noted, sitting down beside him.

‘…it’s just the sneezing.’ Chad brushed it off, grasping several tissues and pressing them to his vulnerable nose.

Tristan grabbed a couple of tissues too, and used them over the wet spots beneath Chad’s eyes. Tenderly removing the wet droplets, one by one.

‘…you’re overwhelming me…’ Chad spoke quietly, rubbing the tissue over and over at the nose. Each stroke turned the skin even redder.

‘…why is that?’

‘I’m just touched by your tenderness.’ He humbly confessed.

‘Aw sweetie.’

Gently shaking his head, Chad looked elsewhere, while the redness at his nose reached his upper cheeks as well. Blinking slowly, more tears left the corners of his eyes.

‘…beautiful, what is wrong?’

‘Sorry.’ He sniffled into the mess of crumbled tissues. ‘I don’t know why I’m so sensitive.’

‘….you’re okay.’ Tristan kissed his cheeks and the lower parts of his face. Reaching the neck, he felt a gentle breath against his skin. Chad had started to hitch again, and he tilted his head back faintly, burying his nose into the crumbled ball of papers.

‘…ahWRESCHo!!-WEASCHschew!! ….excuse, uh…  hhhh, hhhhh…  …RASCHschioo!! …oh ….hhhhh, ehh’WRESCHSCHEW!!! …oh God.’ He sighed while the tissues were brushed and wiped at the red nostrils.

‘Babe, are you really sure it’s just allergies?’

Tristan asked, taking a good look at Chad. His eyes were wet from all the sneezing and his usually steady posture had sunken. Tiredly, he sat and rubbed with the dampened tissue at the nose. Indicating that he may have fallen ill.

‘…no, not anymore.’ His voice admitted quietly. ‘…goodness.’ Drawing in a thick liquid sniffle through the nose, he exhaled through the mouth.  ‘I can barely breathe.’

‘Let’s get you to bed, just to be on the safe side, okay?’

Chad nodded carefully, bringing the tissue down, his nostrils began to flare all over again.

[daniegraceg]

The Drive in

A Joel miller smut drabble

18+

Warnings: smut, fingering, 69, cum eating, face riding, exhibitionism, grinding, squirting, public sex, car sex, uummm I think that's it? Lemme know if I missed anything!!

This has been rotting in my brain. You go to the drive in to see Barbie and Oppenheimer. Just who do you meet there? The Miller Brothers, of course. Sexy hijinks ensue.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“SHIT!! We didn’t get first!” Andy yells with a slam of her wrist.

“HA! I told you we wouldn’t. Pay up bitch!” You giggle. “Knew we left too late for first.” She reluctantly hands you a $5 bill.

Nevermind The fact that you were SECOND in line. The best was whether you’d be first in line, do you won.

“Sorry ladies!” A tall, muscular man said, stepping out of the passenger side of the truck in front of you, smirk plastered on his face. “Names Tommy, this here’s Joel. Maybe next time we can all ride together, get there at the same time.” He gives you a wink, earning him an eyeroll in return.

“That’s presumptuous.” You laugh “ you thought that’d work on me?” Tommy shrugs with a chuckle.

“Worked on mmeee” your friend Andy laughs, twirling her hair, giving heart eyes to Tommy.

“Oh christ.” You roll your eyes and sigh. Turning ti Joel, you introduce uourself. “That’s Andy. I take it yall are more here for the 2nd movie, huh?” taking in his distinct lack of PINK in his attire.

“Hmph, yeah. Tommy claimed its “more economical to go ahead seeing it here stead of just seeing Oppenheimer. Think he secretly does wanna see Barbie.” He smiles and winks at you and you’re weak in the fucking knees. You won’t let him onto that though.

“Hmm. I can totally see that. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” You smile “pretty sure it’s sacrilegious to see this movie without any pink on. The barbie gods may smite you.”

“Who says I ain’t got any on” his eyes trail up and down your body “under my clothes.”

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, hoping he doesn’t see.

He does, egging you on with a smirk.

So, you smirk back.

“Well, I’d love to see proof, but alas, I’m pretty sure it has to be somewhere a PG-13 Barbie can see. So here,” you take out your pink scrunchie, grab his hand, lift it to boob level, and slip it on his wrist, “take this. Should keep you sage from barbies wrath” you give him a wink and see his lip visibly quiver.

“Why thank ya ma’am. I owe you my life.” He says as he repeats the same motion as you did, only this time lifting your hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on your hand. Grinning as he drops your hand from his mouth.

Ohh, this will be fun.

You give him a small half grin and raise your eyebrow, head cocked to the side.

He smirks back and god its glorious.

“Guess I don’t need to ask ya which one you’re here for.” Joel says, eliciting a faux shocked gasp in return.

“How dare you sir! I’m into both! I’m a huge history nerd, especially anything revolving WW2 & Christopher nolan fan, And of course I love Barbie – its BARBIE. Plluuss Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling, I mean come on.”

Joel lets out a laugh and throws his hands up “Fair enough, ya got me there. My apologies.”

“you’re forgiven just this once” you wink at him with a smile.

“so, what do ya do when you’re not at the drive in?” Joel asks you, looking a bit nervous all of a sudden.

“Oh ya know, causing mayhem” you joke. “I don’t get a whole lot of free time honestly, I’m a single mom to two kids so they’re a fucking handful. “ you sheepishly rub your hands in your neck, thinking you may have just fucked your chances for a hookup.

“She’s also a fucking DOCTOR. Why don’t you ever lead with that?!” Andy yells, pulling her mouth from Tommy’s long enough to speak.

“OOHHH a doctor? Damn Joel, she may be outta your league, brother.” Tommy retorts with a smirk before their mouths are on each other again.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not like a surgeon or some shit. I have my doctorate in psychology, I’m a therapist.”

Joel lets out a low whistle with a smile, “still hell of impressive darlin. How long ya been doing that?”

“about 3 years or so, got a late start with schooling. But I specialize in children’s therapy. How about you? What do you do?”

“Oowee! That takes a hell of a person to do that . Me? I’m a contractor, uh, both Tommy and I are, nothing glamorous.”

“HM, a man that’s good with his hands..” you smirk at him again and see his Adam’s apple Bob in his throat as you snake a hand up his arm. “you must be good with wood too huh?” you chuckle as you feel goosebumps form under your touch.

Youre too focused on this little game you’re playing with Joel that you don’t hear a few more cars pull in behind you. Apparently, neither does Andy, jumping in the air out of surprise as some women get out of the car behind you and yell “Hi Barbie!” to you both.

“HI Barbie!” You holler back with a big smile on your face. “LOVE your outfit! Did you make that belt?!”

Now Andy is joining you and all the women are talking excitedly about each other’s Barbie themed outfits.

“Are they your kens?” one of the women ask, eyeing Joel up and down with a grin. You feel your cheeks get hot inexplicably.

“Oh, uh, n-“ you start before Joel is interrupting you.

“yup, evenin Barbies.” Joel says while wrapping an arm around your waist, sending heat pooling to your core and utterly soaking your panties.

“Damn, lucky Barbie” she smiles at you with a wink.

“Hope that was OK darlin’” Joel whispers in your ear. “just not interested in any other Barbie tonight..” he says as his eyes roam up and down your body causing your whole body to shiver.

“Fine by me” you smile as you lean your body into him more. “could have fun with it, make up a whole backstop of our love” you laugh.

Joel cocks his head with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “hm, sounds intriguing. Whatcha got in mind?”

You spend the next half hour making up elaborate story lines, laughing together at the different absurd situations. Finally, the gates open and you each get into your respective vehicles to park.

Joel and tommy park with their truckbed towards the screen, situating right in the middle of thr back row for the best view. You and Andy follow suit right behind them, the back of your VW Hippie bus parked with a full view of the screen as well, right next to their truck.

You all bring out some lawn chairs and set them near your tailgates. It’s still over 2 hours until sundown when the movie starts, giving you plenty of time to talk more before the movie starts.

“ooohh we should get some food before it gets really busy!” Andy exclaims to you.

“yyeesss. Popcorn sounds divine, let’s go” you say back.

“You ladies sit tight, well get it for ya.” Joel says with a smile, eyes crinkling even more under the Texas sun.

The men get your food orders and head off to the concession stands.

“you and Joel should take the van, me and tommy will take the truck.” Abby excitedly says as soon as she’s sure they’re out of ear shot.

“We barely know them! And there’s people around!” you’re not all that shocked at your friends brazen statement, she’s always been more sexually free than you.

“don’t need to know em to let them make us feel good” she replies with a devilish grin on her face. “and the van is enclosed, if you shut the door, their truck has a topper which is more than fine for me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but I wanna fuck Tommy in that truck. I gotta do it soon so once the movie starts I can focus and watch it.”

You gave her a side eye as you said, “thought this was supposed to be a girls night?”

“It still is! Just, wish some extra people! Come oonn, im not gunna he able to focus on the movies if im so fucking horny!” she whined.

You rolled your eyes at her attempt at puppy dog eyes. You let out a long laugh before finally conceding.

“Alright, alright. Enough of that” you laugh.

She let’s out an excites squeal right when Joel and tommy are making their way back to you, prompting confused looks from both of the men.

You awkwardly cough before saying “She’s just really excited for barbie.”

Joel smirks at you as Tommy smirks at Andy, both letting out an disbelieving “mmhhmm”

“Hey joel!” Andy says, face beaming, “you should have her show you how she’s decked out the inside of the van, it’s very cool”

Joel’s cheeks tint pink as he says “uh, sure, if that’s alright with you, darlin’”

“Oh! Uh yeah, absolutely, come on!” you say with a smile to Joel, leading him into your “hippie van”

Before you close the doors you hear Andy say to Tommy, “You. Me. Your truck. Now.”

Tommy replies “yes ma’am.” Before they’re locked away in the truck.

Joel lets out a laugh. “she aint one for subtly, is she?”

“Never once in all the years ive known her have I seen her be subtle” you laugh too.

“nice digs ya got here” Joel says, eyes roaming around the van. “very hippie vibes” he laughs.

“Thanks! That’s exactly what I was going for!” you respond with a smile.

The seats have been replaced with pillows scattered on the floor, blankets, a giant bohemian style pillow underneath the stacks.

“this looks like something you’d see at Woodstock, and it’s fucking amazing. You do all this yourself darlin'?” Joel asks, still taking in the everything.

“sure did! And that’s also the vibes I was going for!” you laugh again, plopping down on the pillows. You pat the spot next to you to get Joel to lay by your side. He comes and lays next to you, so close your bodies are touching and it shoots electricity through your body.

“We uh, still have some more time to kill before the movie starts…” you say as you turn your body to face his.

He smirks and follows suit, turning on his side so he’s facing you as well. His hand comes up a brushes a stray hair out of your face. “Hm. That’s true. Whatever will we do with our time?” he inches hid body just a little closer to yours.

“I bet we could think of a few things” you smile, moving your body even closer to his. You’re close enough to feel his heart beating through his shirt, can feel his jeans tightening at his waist.

“Can I kiss you, sweetheart?” he asks with a look in his eyes like he’s worried you’ll say no.

How could you ever say no to those eyes.

“of course, Joel” you smile.

The next thing you know he’s cupping your face. Enveloped in his large hand, running a thumb a long your jaw before he’s pulling you in for a kiss. Gentle at first, cautious, until you start deepening the kiss, desperate for tastes of him.

You glide your tongue a long his lip, asking for entrance and he accepts, moaning softly into your mouth. His hands move to the back of your head , burying itself in your hair.

You hitch your leg over his and roll your self so you’re straddling his lap. You both let out a moan when your aching cunt runs over his bulging cock just begging to be free from its denim prison.

His hands land on your thighs, squeezing lightly before sliding back to cup your ass.

He swiftly pulls you forward, bringing you impossibly closer, eliciting a squeal of delight from you.

“hush now darlin, you don’t want everybody hearing us do you?” he smiles before placing his soft lips on your collar bone.

He sucks a tender spot on your neck, making you let out a needy moan. “I probably sshouldn’t, bbbuuutttt, it’s kind of hot”

Joel stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, eyes dark with lust. For a moment you worry you’ve said the wrong thing.

Joel’s eyes darken even more and a smirk spreads across his face. “Dirty, dirty girl” he licks his lips as his hand traces further up your thigh, eyes not leaving yours. “You want them to hear you moan? Hear you cum? Hear how well you take my cock?”

his right hand dips below your waistband until its on your pussy, gathering the slick there as Joel lets out a guttural groan. His left hand rounds the back of your head, pulling your head closer to his so his lips are right by your ear.

“Fuck, baby. Answer me. Do you like other people listening to you?” he starts to push a finger inside you, making you gasp. “Hm?”

“yes, fuck. Yes, Joel. I fucking love it” you pant out as your hips grind, seeking the relief of friction.

“mm, s’what I thought” Joel sinks another finger into your pussy causing you to cry out in pleasure. He keeps his hand there, pressed between your bodies, fingers inside you and the heel of his palm rutting against your clit. His other hand slides down you back, expertly unhooking your bra strap before he chucks it to the side.

The thin straps of your tank top are barely enough to offer much coverage, especially now without your bra. Joel makes quick work of pulling your shirt down so your breasts spill over the top.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous” he says as he licks his lips. With his hand still down your pants he uses his other hand to push your chest closer to his face. “look at these fucking perfect tits” he adds before taking a breast into his mouth, his tongue dancing around your nipple.

You let out a loud moan at the different sensations, relishing in the way his body feels against yours. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans and your mouth waters at the thought of his cock inside you.

“F-FUCK Joel. I’m so close. That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

Suddenly his hand pauses and he releases your nipple from his mouth with a loud pop.

“What the fuck?” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath. You quickly look around to see what reason he would have for stopping.

He meets your eyes with a smirk. “I know you can ask nicer than that sweetheart”

You briefly glare at him before rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s rude” you say as you stick your tongue out at him.

Joel lets out a laugh and smiles at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Come on baby, ask nicely and I’ll give you what you want.”

You cock your eyebrow at him before finally giving in and asking “please?”

“Now, I know you can do better than that sweetheart.” He puts the smallest amount of pressure back on your clit and starts moving his fingers inside you achingly slow. The movement makes you gasp.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan. “Please, baby, please let me cum” you finally get the words out of your mouth.

Joel resumes the quicker pace with a smile on his face. “course baby, all ya had to was ask”

He skillfully fingers your pussy while still using his palm against your clit. His hands rotate from your hair, to your ass and your tits. Touching each part of you in a way that makes you squirm with delight. He’s surrounding you, you’re drowning in him and its glorious.

“Come on baby, I know it’s right there. Wanna feel that tight little pussy squeeze my fingers like it’s going to squeeze my cock later.” He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs while he licks, nips and sucks at your neck.

That’s all that you need to tip you right over the edge, loud moan escaping from your lips. He helps you ride through your orgasm, not pulling his fingers out until your panting stops, head falling down onto his chest.

You both let out a laugh “God DAMN darlin, you utterly soaked my hand” he laughs again while kissing your neck. “now I’m going to need you to do that to my face”

“what?” you laugh, but before you can say anymore he’s situating his face under your pussy, taking your shorts and panties with him as he goes. He drags his tongue down your slit, grabbing your thighs and pulling down so you’re sitting on his face.

“Oh my God!” you yell out as you start to grind on his face. You hear him moan from beneath you. You look behind you to see him straining against those jeans. You decide that needs urgent fixing.

You lift your ass off of him enough that you can rotate your body. You situate yourself so you’re now facing his cock. You reach your hands down and undo his jeans. Your mouth waters as his cock springs free.

Joel’s hips rut into the air, searching for friction as his hands keep a firm grip on your thighs. His mouth still eagerly lapping up everything you’re giving him.

You lean down and pepper his soft stomach with kisses. You lips touch him in every place except where he wants you the most. You smirk every time his cock twitches in anticipation for your mouth.

You let a string of saliva hang down from your mouth and drip onto his rock hard cock, spreading it around with your hand a bit before finally taking him into your mouth.

He let’s out a loud moan, muffled by your pussy still rocking against his lips. Your tongue wraps around his head first, tasting his salty pre cum as you groan before taking him further in your mouth. He’s big, nearly too big but you’re not about to stop now.

You Bob your head up and down as his tongue works your clit. After he’s already coaxed one orgasm out of you, it doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar sensation start to bubble up again. You suck on him harder, hallowing your cheeks to take him as much as you can.

His hands snake around you and grab hold of your tits, fingers twisting around your nipples causing you to scream out in pleasure. Your second orgasm rips through you and you feel yourself squirt all over Joel’s face.

The both of you are breathing heavy and you roll off of Joel onto your side.

“fuck, that was so hot baby. You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen, and the best tasting” he says, face in a wide grin as he swipes some of your juices off of his face and sucks the taste off his fingers.

“Now, can I fuck that pretty pussy with my cock darlin?” he asks, dark eyes raking over your body, licking his lips.

“Oh, fucking please put your cock in me, Joel.” You reach behind you to a small container and grab a condom from it. You carefully rip it open with your teeth, gaining a playful smile from Joel. “Come here” he’s on top of you, cock dancing above where you need him the most. You take the condom and unroll it down his long shaft. He let’s out a needy groan as you do.

He kneels down and lines himself up with your entrance. You both let out a long groan as he fills you to the brim.

“Fuck baby you feel absolutely perfect.” He moans out as his cock goes in and out of you, slowly so you feel every inch of him.

“God, Joel you feel absolutely amazing.” His body is totally pushed down on yours , he finally strips his shirt off so his bare skin is pressed against his chest, you tits heaving against him.

He starts pounding into you harder, causing both of you to yell out in pleasure. The van fills with the lewd sounds from both of you and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You lean yourself up take his face in your hands so you can taste his lips again. He eagerly sucks and nips at your lips, sending a wave of arousal straight through you.

“Joel, Joel I- I need-“ you stammer out in between kisses.

“What is it? What do you do need sweetheart?” Joel asks while still pounding into you.

“I- I need to ride you.”

Joel’s eyes get even darker as he pulls his head back to look at you before smiling “Yes ma’am”

He sits down with his back steady against the wall of the van. His eyes are darting everywhere on you. Drinking up the sight of you while he can.

You sink to your knees in front of him, just above his throbbing cock. You gently guide yourself down onto him, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you just fucking right.

You slide your arms around his neck and take his mouth to yours again. Slowly starting to rut your hips as you do, feeling him hit spots no man ever has before.

“God damn. Look at you pretty girl, taking this cock so well.” Joel mutters in a half delirious state, utterly drunk on you. “I need you to give me another, can you do that for me sweetheart?”

You let out a shaky nod as you move your hips more. Allowing the feeling of his to completely overwhelm your senses.

“Ttthhaatttss it. Atta girl. Make yourself cum on my cock.” Joel’s praise is close to tipping you over the edge again, you can feel it building up but you’re too fucked out to form words. All you can do is moan and whine for him, he plants more kisses on your mouth, swallowing the precious noises you’re making.

Joel reaches down between your bodies to rub at your clit while you ride him. It doesn’t take long before that rubber band finally snaps and he sends you hurtling into your next orgasm, completely soaking his cock and his lap.

“Fuck yes, that’s my good girl!” Joel moans out as he starts pushing his cock into you from below, chasing his own high right behind yours.

When your orgasm is finished you let your head drop to his chest, both heaving. You both stay like that, you sitting on his lap, for a while. Both just holding each other and drinking up that post sex bliss.

You’re interrupted when you hear a knock on van and Tommy’s voice cuts through “hey lovebirds, movies starting in a few minutes”

Your eyes go wide as you suddenly realize just how public you are. And how loud you were. Joel seems to have this same realization, the same look in his eyes mirrors your own. You both let out a laugh at the same time, too.

“Welp, should we, uh, head out to go watch the movies?” Joel asks.

“gotta find our clothes first” you let out a laugh again.

The two of you find your clothes and you try to fix your hair so it doesn’t scream “we just fucked in there” but without much luck. Tommy and Andy already have the blankets and such laid out on the ground between the two vehicles.

“You two sounded like you had fun” Andy says, smiling in that annoyingly knowing way.

You try to hide your embarrassment but it’s no use. “do you think many people heard?”

“Nah, not outside of a 100 mile radius” Tommy laughed, earning him the middle finger in return. Tommy not-so-subtly winks at Joel and mouths “good job” at him.

“Ahhhh!! It’s starting!” Andy cuts him off with a shriek.

Joel’s leaning back against the van so you settle in between his legs, your back to his chest as the trailers start playing. He fidgety with your hand in his, gliding his fingers over your skin.

“So, I was thinkin..” he says.

You turn to face him, smiling wide nd taking his hand in yours.

“Careful, don’t overheat yourself” you joke as you nudge his chest playfully, he gifts you a warm smile in return.

“Ha, ha” he chuckles. “I was actually thinking, maybe one of these days I could take you out. Like, on a proper date. If – if you’d want, that is”

You smile even wider at him now, unable to hide your excitement.

“Yeah, yeah I’d love that.”

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Oscar: Thanks for the sofa. Noah: Joke’s on you, Juniper threw up on it. Oscar: [laughs] Eh.

Noah: Is there anything else you need? It’s not like you had any baby stuff tucked away in storage. Oscar: It’s fine, I sold a few things. Noah: I just want to help.

Oscar: [sighs] I could do with a new laptop, for work n’ stuff; I should have time to find something legit now. Noah: Did something happen? Oscar: We took a bit of a gamble n’ asked some dancers to report Lucie’s for trafficking.. back up all those rumours, y’know?

Noah: Isn’t that dangerous? Oscar: Not if the IRS start poking around, hopefully it’ll close soon. Noah: Oh, that’d be.. good?

Oscar: It won’t be long until someone connects all these dots. Which is good, but-.. I don’t know, I feel like I oughta have a lawyer on standby in case someone comes knocking. Noah: I could pay-…

Oscar: Nah, I don’t mind saving some dirty money for that. I’ll pay you back for the other stuff though. Noah: You don’t have to, they’re gifts. Oscar: Pfft, how ‘bout a free babysitter then?

Noah: Today? Oscar: [chuckles] If you want? Noah: All those errands pile up fast.

Oscar: Sure, we don’t have any plans. Noah: Just for a few hours, she’s-… Oscar: She’ll be fine, take as long as you want.

…

Oscar: Ohh, thank you! I love being kicked in the face! Juniper: [coos excitedly] Courtney: Awh-.. this little guy needs to hurry the fuck up.

Oscar: [gasps] Watch your profanity! Courtney: [groans] I want this~ Oscar: Any day now.

Courtney: Told you he wouldn’t come out on time. Oscar: Went n’ made it too cosy in there, didn’t ya? Courtney: [tuts] Such bullpoop.

[the-meme-monarch]

You have successfully piqued my interest in Toontown Corporate Clash... Where would you recommend I start to indulge in this newfound interest?

ohh i dont know really… i started out by watching jelloapocalypse bc he was a youtuber I already kinda knew but honestly i didn’t have a good time watching him :[ idr what all it was at this point but i feel like every video he’d talk about something that’d make me go “you dont know shit from fuck. you have the worst opinions known to man” but besides that he hasn’t done a lot of the fights and he hasn’t played in a while so he’s not even up to date with it

mostly I’ve been watching just Whatever i can find of specific fights ! i dont really Like watching no commentary videos but turns out I Kind Have To If I Want To See The Game At All Bc God Knows I’m Not Going To Play It Myself

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AHDJAJSJANEHEHD DW I NEARLY CRIED WRITING IT I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR LOVERS/CLOSE FRIENDS PARTING WAYS 😭😭😭 honestly though if he told me he was happy for me i would do a complete 180 and i mean I would whip around on my heel and I would literally hold him so tight I’m not even jk 🙁 giggles YES i had to top it off with beabadoobee !!! Don’t you know already stsg fans can’t be happy !!!! Okokokok to apologise for the sadness I have brought more poly stsg because I’m stsg anon and I can’t go a day without thinking of them 💪💪 .poly stsg x reader who’s also a sorcerer but is just a complete ray of sunshine. As in the world is exploding in front of their eyes but they’re js like ‘oh that’s unfortunate :(‘ and just generally tries to have a positive and optimistic outlook on the world n be kind to those around them (My fav type of people) but the funny thing is that wanting to be a sorcerer probably means that you stayed with satoru when the incident™️ happened — So imagine stsg seeing each other years later all cold and >:| but you were kept behind for whatever reason and they’re in the middle of talking to each other when you come bounding up behind satoru like “oh sorry I’m la- OHH HEYYY SUGUUUUuuu :D” ASGHAGSHA 😭😭 no because to be perfectly honest that would be me in that situation because I could care less that he left or that I haven’t seen him in 10 years ITS SUGU??? ILL TAKE THAT W THANK YOUUUU 🤩🤩🤩 ahdhs i feel like there are so many possible scenarios with poly stsg x sunshine reader aughhh!!! Hehehdhxhs thank u for listening to my brain rambles once again :𝟥 — YOU KNOW WHO (stsg anon) !!

STSG ANON MY BELOVED MY ANGEL first of all i’m so so sorry for how long this took me to answer T_T uni has been uni-ing lately …… AS ALWAYS U FEED ME SO WELL THOUGH pls know i always smile so wide reading ur asks !! :’3 they bring me sooo much joy i am opening your scalp gently and kissing your beautiful genius brain <33

AND GOSHHHHH THIS IS SUCH A SWEET SCENARIO PLS 😭😭😭😭 I LOVEEEE THIS SO MUCH this reader reminds me so much of haibara.. like i firmly believe this is how he would’ve acted with geto HAIBARA ASIDE THOUGH… this is just. so tasty. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so sweet !!!

like .. a reader like this would completely fuck up stsg’s attempts at acting hostile towards each other because they’re just so sincere??? just happy to see geto again!! and i think it would hurt gojo and geto both because you’re still the same as before, you make them feel like you’re all still in high school, but you’re not and it hurts :((( i can see geto enjoying it though… he just gets all soft knowing you don’t hate him. he assumed that both you and satoru would but you welcome him back so warmly!! makes him want to pinch your cheeks the way he always used to <33 i think he would jokingly but not really so jokingly suggest that you join his side and you’re like… :0 PHDJFJ just all sweet and apologetic because you want to be with him and you appreciate the offer but you like being at jujutsu high…. and he just kinda chuckles because it’s such a casual reply. it’s so you. it makes him feel warm.

(… i also feel like this reader would be very good for stsg because, again, their sincerity and sunshiney attitude would essentially force them both to be sincere too and i think that’d clear up a lot of misunderstandings between them.. yes i am suggesting that this reader + satoru could’ve gotten suguru back i know it’s delusional but idc reader would go up to bleeding dying suguru and boop his nose and ask him to come back to them and he would stfu and listen <3333)

[deathbydarkelves]

Most nelf RPers and writers have their funky little Kaldorei have a hatred for the Highborne (Shan'dralar, Nightborne, and blood elves and all their Littol subspecies) what's Tarinne and Cathala's opinion on this ancient fude? Would you say it's more an ANCIENT Kaldorei thing, since highborne had been out of the picture and building their societies elsewhere for thousands of years?

Ohh yes good question ty :>

Cathala and Tarinne are both VERY young in the grand scheme of things, only being in their late 130s/early 140s around the time of Dragonflight (which I’ll use as ‘present day’ for simplicity’s sake). Everything they know about the Highborne and Azshara is through the lens of history books or the very rare secondhand account from people who actually lived through the Sundering. So while, yes, they do agree the Highborne and Azshara Fucked Up Really Bad And Generally Sucked, it’s a pretty abstract thing in their minds. It’s only history — only a story — to them. And as such, they don’t harbor that blanket hatred of all Highborne descendants, and think it's a waste of energy.

However, Tarinne is more familiar with the history, being a sort of freelance archaeologist. She did study kaldorei history (and troll history on the side). So yes, actually, after the Third War and after she followed her dad to Stormwind where he wanted to set up a leatherwares shop (one that’s still open today actually :3), she was generally wary of high/blood elves. It was just a societal thing that’d been ingrained in her. The same was true of any magic users she happened to cross paths with. But due to her life as a mercenary, she met and worked with all kinds of people from all kinds of places with with all kinds of histories. She learned firsthand these people today are not their ancient ancestors, as obvious as that might be on paper. Nowadays she generally doesn’t give a shit who you are, as long as you’re pointing your blade or spell at the bad guy and not her. The high/blood elves may have originally come from the Highborne, but so much history separates them it really doesn’t matter to her.

Before getting stranded on Pandaria, Cathala didn’t study at any fancy temples or anything so her kaldorei history knowledge is about average, maybe a little below average. And on top of being relatively young, she’s also very autistic and very ADHD so time is fake and ‘if I do not see it, it does not exist’. She didn’t really care to begin with because it didn’t directly impact her life. Then she got stuck on Pandaria for fifty years where it REALLY wasn’t relevant, and then Mists happened and she got dropped ass-first into this big confusing tangled web of new peoples and factions and loyalties and histories. And she dealt with that by deciding — like Tarinne — if someone is willing to fight her enemies with her, she generally doesn’t give a shit who they are. She also struggles with a general feeling of cultural alienation. She's halfway between her own blood culture, the kaldorei, and the pandaren. She is objectively kaldorei, but she spent so much time on Pandaria in Pandaren culture, and post-Teldrassil doesn't even worship Elune anymore, so the "kaldorei vs. all the other elves" idea falls especially flat when she doesn't even feel like she particularly belongs in the "kaldorei" box. She's just... Cathala. And Cathala has no specific grudge against the Highborne.

So I suppose the short answer is “The only world they've ever known was a sundered one. Since the end of the Long Vigil, what little hatred they had for the Highborne and their descendants has faded. It was always someone else’s hatred anyway.”

And so, yeah, I do think that’s more of an attitude you’ll see with older kaldorei, who may have either witnessed the Sundering or lived through the world’s recovery. They’d have a very different perspective, and grudges, compared to younger people who would have only seen that destruction in books, and then shortly after seen the descendants of the Highborne literally just… vibing and minding their own business for the most part. Not at all the demon fanatics they’d been told about. Cathala and Tarinne had to be open-minded to get by being mercenaries — when their very lives might depend on trusting random strangers — so it was a quick change for them.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 0 out of 5

What even… wow. Just wow. I’m beginning to see why people are hyping up this author. Her stories are sooooo good!

Not gonna lie, I tried playing detective and totally sucked at it. This storytelling keeps you thinking it’s one person, then another, and another! The mystery of it all keeps you turning page after page, and when you think you have it all figured out… trust me, you don’t.

Though I will admit I kind of called that thing that is made known in the epilogue. I fucking knew it!

Now here are my rambling thoughts…

* Yeah. How the fuck do you apply for a prison job where the ex you put behind bars is there for life.. ?

* Oohh. A past memory. A memory of Brooke’s childhood friend Tim loathing Brooke’s then boyfriend Shane. I wonder what happened there.

* Oh damn. Tim works at the school her son is attending. So something happened at that small party they were all at, Brooke ended up pregnant, and Tim ended up with scars? wtf happened?!

* And now she’s face to face with Shane in prison.

* So Shane tried to kill Brooke..? But he’s saying he didn’t do what she thinks he did..?

* Oh shit. He allegedly killed people? Does that mean the other two cheerleaders and the football player died? If Shane is saying he didn’t do it and Brooke momentarily questioned the events of that night… does that mean Tim… 👀

* They keep bringing up the dead girl Tracy… and then it’s mentioned that Tim went on a date with her 😬 But this is all so obvious. It can’t be Tim, right?

* Why does he seem so sketch tho? If he didn’t look into her file to get her number, then how did he end up with it?

* Man, what the hell happened between Tim and Shane to make them despise each other?

* I’m so confused. Tim seems like a creep who might’ve snapped and killed his peers before framing Shane, but Shane also seems manipulative. Who do I believe?!

* Wait, Officer Hunt went to school with them..? Does that mean he knows the connection between Shane and Brooke or is he really that clueless?

* Man, fuck Officer Hunt. Can someone please murder him?

* Is Tim really forgetful or did he buy the exact same necklace that “Shane” tried to strangle Brooke with..?

* Is it the same fucking necklace? wtf. Tim is looking more suspect as the story goes, but that’d be so obvious. I’m so confused.

* Oh shit. Another girl Tim dated has gone missing? And now he’s freaking out? What if it’s Hunt though? Trying to frame Tim..?

* The story doesn’t make sense! Brooke tripped on a third body that was either Shane or Tim, right? Shane says Tim knocked him unconscious with the bat, which would leave Tim to attack Brooke. But Tim says Shane stabbed him before Tim hit him with the bat. If that were the case and Shane was knocked out, that would still leave Tim the only one to attack Brooke..? Unless there was someone else in the house 🤔

* wtf Tim?! There’s a body in the basement and now Brooke is locked in!!!

* Oh fuck. It was Kelli in the tarp! And now Tim’s been arrested. But he says he didn’t do it. He seems confused as fuck. So is it Hunt..? That dude is a stalker and admitted to driving by Brooke’s house. Couldn’t have been keeping tabs on Tim and framed him like he framed Shane?

* Two months later…

* Holy shit. Shane is out of prison! And Tim is being tried for multiple murders now 😬

* Someone drove her car…? What..?

* Fuck. Hunt was found murdererer?! Who the fuck is at fault then?!

* Tim AND Shane!!!! What the fuck!!!! Did the author just Billy and Stu us?!

* “Margie” was in on it too?! Is this Shane’s mom? He just lied about her passing..?

* It is his mom! And fuck. Tim is totally innocent. Mother and son are crazy as fuck. But why..? Why did they do all that? Because they were poor?

* Ohh Brooke was the target all along. And Shane’s mom killed Brooke’s parents too? What the actual fuck.

* Well… Shane’s ending was very anticlimactic. Although I have a feeling something fishy is going on. The Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it, Josh 👀

* Holy shit… that ending 😳

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Epic: Wonder how Billy would react to having this version of Odysseus in his head as a patron if his name got reverted to Shazamo?

JLU: Man, if only Cap stuck around…

JLU, Justice Lords episodes specific: Man, how fucked would it be if Billy was out there with the good ol’ laser lobotomy with the rest of the Arkham inmates?

Gravity Falls: Hrm, I wonder if Fawcett would be like… a less traumatizing and horrifying Gravity Falls or a worse one?

Avatar: Haha! Imagine if being Shazam was like the Avatar cycle or Billy could communicate with Champions past, that’d be nuts!

Frankenstein: Hrn, either Frankie gets found family-ed or the “What If?” of Billy bringing back the family he lost? Ohhh, Frankenstein Cap made from his dad… mwe hehehe

Hazbin Hotel (Thankies to someone else coming up with this, can’t remember who rn): Ohh, what if good ol’ 40’s Billy did radio programs with Alastor? I bet Billy would support Charlie and her redemption idea, she’s definitely a lot better than the stuff he has to deal with when Blaze and Satanus are in charge.

Percy Jackson: He’d be such a tried camp counselor and so done with the shenanigans…

FMA;B: Oh, he and Mary definitely would committed the ultimate taboo to bring back their parents. Also Silly Billy being the armor with Mary as the 5 star badass. Ohh the ideas

Music in General: He totally met and interviewed Frank Sinatra in the heyday, no way he wasn’t a guest at one point

Over the Garden Wall: Obvious thematic journey through Dante’s Inferno between two siblings with an air of odd mysticism and wonder? Sign. Me. UP! Put Mary in Wirts place and have Billy fully ready to die to get her back home in his deal with the Beast!

Non-Toxic: This piece of media does not have Captain Marvel in it. I’m fine with that. I understand that my favorite characters can’t always be in a piece of media. I am mature enough to understand—

Toxic: Okay I just finished rewatching The Watchmen: Chapter 1 for the third time. How do I fit Billy into this👀

[alyoshakaramazov]

i want. beetle tattoo

[spookyspecterino]

The Slaughter of a Lamb

Chapter Three: Eyes in the Dark

Tangerine x !F Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Series Masterlist

SFW; slow-burn, minor amounts of blood & injury, POV switch, language

The twins get a shaky lead from Momo's informant that takes them to the most dangerous part of the city. They aren't prepared in the slightest.

A/N: Out of the entire story outline, this is my favorite chapter. Imo, this is when the story starts to get ✨ good ✨

“If I had to give Mother Vati a train, from what I’ve seen of her so far, I’d loosely pin her as a James.”

“Hm.”

“Incredibly determined but albeit a little impatient. If James had a temper it’d be a right fit.”

“Mhm.”

“Tangerine…are you listening to me?”

His response was as equally distracted as the last two. “Yeah, of course. Thomas and Friends.”

There was a tired sigh from Lemon in the driver’s seat of their car as he turned down a back road. They were out of the heart of the city now; the buildings weren’t as tall and the sky was clear. The foul weather from a few hours ago at the internet café had passed—red and orange colored the few meager clouds left behind as the sun began to set. Long shadows covered the road.

Tangerine had his head down, looking at the cellphone that Mother Vati had given them after their call. On it was Mother Vati’s personal number, another number for an assistant in case they couldn’t reach her, plus the photo and video of Fox that was shown at the meeting. He was currently rewatching the video of her at Lamb’s birthday party; this was maybe the 30th time replaying it since they had gotten in the car.

“What are you even looking for, mate?” Lemon asked as he glanced over at the video. He’d seen it plenty, it gave him the heebie-jeebies.

“Just the way she moves, it’s… distinct; something about it—it’s like you have to pay attention to see it, otherwise you might miss her.”

“Creeps me the fuck out. I’m hoping we don’t have to get that close; I’d like a nice clean shot from 20ft away. That’d be a job well done, everyone can go home happy—well except Fox.”

“Right.” Tangerine looks up and out the window, something he couldn’t pin bothered him about that. Maybe it was the finality of it, he wanted to understand the full story. “Should we give Momo a call now? See if her informant’s given her anything new since the contract released?”

“Yeah, give her a ring.”

Tangerine used his own phone this time, slipping the one Mother Vati gave them into his vest pocket. He’d sleep better if there was no trace of Momo’s number in it.

Momo picked up on the third ring, the sound of shuffling papers proceeded her greeting. She sounded like she had her hands full.

“Hiya boys, a little bird told me you entered into the contract.”

The twins glanced at each other; her informant must be right in the thick of things.

“Has your little birdy perhaps told you about our target?”

“Ohh yes, we’ve been chatting all evening about her. And, I have something for you, hot off the press.” She paused, obviously loving the dramatics.

Tangerine sighed. “What Momo, what is it?”

“Well first, I hate to do this to you honey, but we should talk business.”

Payment.

“Alright, don’t get twisted up, Momo. We’ll give you your fair cut, we always do.”

“I know, doll. Just reminding you—this info isn’t cheap. And my informant’s really sticking her neck out for me on this.”

“What’s the big scoop then?”

“Fox has been seen around the re-development district.”

Lemon slowed the car and made an immediate turn, mumbling about how that seemed strange to him. Tangerine agreed.

“Are you sure, Momo? Did your source get a visual?”

“It’s spotty 3rd hand information. The exact words I got were, a woman—around the same age, who looks like her, has been seen in the food shop on the corner, right outside the fence, not 20 minutes ago.”

Lemon muttered again, a little louder. “That doesn’t fit right.”

“What, honey?”

He leaned over toward the phone a little, keeping his eyes on the road. “I said that doesn’t fit right. Why would a Diesel allow themselves to be seen?”

It was only the fact that Lemon was making a good point that kept Tangerine from rolling his eyes at yet another Thomas and Friends reference.

“I don’t have the answer to that, Lemon. My guess is she’s been there from the start and needed food. It does make sense that she would be in the northern re-development district, everybody does their best to avoid it.”

Momo was right. The only ones who actively went there were people looking for a place to crash for a little while and do drugs, or rival city gangs that needed to settle an issue; one that could only be solved with bullets. Even the homeless wouldn’t settle there; too dangerous. Law enforcement doesn’t go near it either, making it the proverbial wild-west of the city. In fact, the city itself was perfectly fine not ever acknowledging its existence.

Tangerine fiddled with the knuckle duster in his pocket. “Well, thanks Momo. We don’t have any other leads, so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. We owe you one.”

“Mhm, I’m expecting a nice tidy sum when this is all over, boys. The amount I’m racking up with my informant—bloody insane. Be careful.”

“Take care.” Tangerine closed the call with a beep and dumped the phone into the center console.

Releasing a long, slow breath he looked out the window again. They were about 15 minutes away from the district and already the road was beginning to get patchy. Various graffiti tags, signaling specific gang territories, dotted the sides of brick buildings. The ones on the structures they passed were teal and gold.

“You’ve gone quiet.” Lemon’s gentle concern broke the silence. “What’re you thinking about?”

Tangerine’s moustache twitched as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “I’m starting to wonder if our target is either some kind of maniacal villain…or just not very bright.”

“What do you mean?”

“Who does such an awful thing to the most powerful woman in the city, who’s also her boss, and then make it obvious that she did it? On top of that, she’s letting herself be seen on the day her own contract releases.” He paused, brows furrowing into a line. “You called her a Diesel, obviously because she did a terrible, awful thing. But…what if she’s just…”

“I think you’re beginning to underestimate her, and that’s dangerous.” He turns down a broad alleyway. “You don’t climb your way through the ranks of The Vati Family by being an idiot.”

Tangerine barks out a humorless laugh. “Ah, but you see, you don’t have to be smart either. How many times have we seen some brute become the right-hand man to a boss just ‘cause he kills without hesitation and shows loyalty?”

Lemon throws him a withering glance. “You’re going with the theory that she’s just some seasoned mob killer who got in over her head? Made a big mistake?”

Sitting up in his seat, Tangerine tries to explain. “Ok, imagine; she’s a lieutenant, there isn’t much room for mobility there—no promotions; and she’s become addicted to that feeling of ascending through the ranks. An offer comes to do a job, in return she gets entry into some other criminal organization for a shit ton more money. She takes it, because she wants to climb the ladder again—but fucks it all up.”

“Who would be insane enough to kidnap Mother Vati’s child? Or order that kind of thing?”

“The woman’s’ probably got a lot of enemies being a powerful mob boss and all. Maybe Fox hated her, too.”

There was a hum from Lemon. “You’ve got a point, but it still doesn’t sit right for me.”

Tangerine huffed. “Ok, what’s your theory then? And do try to leave out the train references for now.”

He took a moment before answering. “No doubt, she’s a Die—"

“—Lemon.”

“Fine, fine… I think she knows exactly what she’s doing—she’s just trying to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes.”

“Is that right?”

“She’s part of something larger going on, I can feel it. I just don’t have all the pieces yet.”

As Lemon pulled up to an empty sidewalk on the street, a small food shop sitting on the corner of a block came into view. Bars covered the windows and the door was reinforced similarly. The small shop was battered, giving the impression that it had stood there for a long time; outlasting the vacant ‘FOR SALE’ building next to it. The street across from the shop had a chain link fence running alongside it, past other buildings it encompassed. A big sign read ‘Under Construction. DO NOT ENTER’.

The silence surrounding the brothers suddenly grew intense. Suffocating.

Lemon cleared his throat, trying to break the oppressive weight of silence. “You think she’s in there?”

Tangerine didn’t answer at first. From their position just behind the corner of a building, he had to sit forward a little to see the full shop. “She might’ve already left—”

As he was speaking, a few members of a city gang—this one sporting orange colors, can ambling in from around the corner of the food shop. They were openly carrying guns, mostly automatic rifles, as they laughed and talked loudly. It was a show of strength.

Lemon whistled low. “They must be getting pretty antsy with all the money up in the air.”

Tangerine grunted in agreement. “Probably noticing quite a few new faces poking around, as well.” He huffed, trying to calm his uneasiness. “Well, if they’re prowling ‘round maybe that means she’s still inside, waiting them out.”

The gang members, around eight in total, walked past the barged open chain fence gate and into the mix of old, rundown buildings. They seemed at complete ease, confident even, as they all carefreely sported themselves through the area that supposedly contained an incredibly dangerous killer.

Lemon turned the car off, cracking the windows a little. The cool evening air, mixed with the humidity of the rain from the past two days, was pulling heat from the pavement up and turning it into a misty steam. It drifted up into the air and dissipated just above knee height. It gave the streets an eerie feeling.

It was about 10 minutes later when they spotted quick movement from the shop. A woman, wrapped up in a red jacket, with the hood pulled over her face, scurried out of the food shop carrying something in a plastic bag.

“That her?” Lemon asked, sitting forward in his seat to get a better view.

She was hurriedly making her way toward the broken gate, one hand keeping the hood pulled down.

Tangerine squinted. “Can’t see her face…but, something’s not right.”

“Like what?” Lemon eyed her closely. “Should we follow? We need to make a decision, quick, or she’s going to get away.”

“Let’s tail her. Worst case, it’s not Fox and we can close this lead.” Tangerine grumbled, opening the passenger door with a huff.

The twins followed the woman from a block away as she turned the corner past the fence. They jogged to keep up. Something nagged at Tangerine in the back of his mind.

Most of the buildings in the re-development district were old abandoned apartment units with about four to five floors. The city wanted to tear them down and rebuild, but plans were never really finalized when the old mayor was voted out and the new one took charge. And it seemed that since then, every politician was just fine with shoving the issue under the rug; after all, they didn’t live anywhere near there. Out of sight out of mind.

As the twins followed the woman, the distant sound of automatic gunfire was heard. Lemon gave his brother a questioning look. Tangerine only mouthed back ‘gangs’. There were many people shooting at once, the sound of gunfire overlapped itself, all from automatic weapons. The noise gave an ominous ambiance to the area.

Rounding a corner, they saw the woman entering a shabby looking apartment building that was missing all its windows. Leaves and ivy trailed up across cracked bricks; the metal fire escape around the outside was dented and warped, missing in some places. Both pulled their handguns out and moved toward the entrance, which was just an empty doorway. The doors to the building were laying haphazardly on the ground to the side, covered in debris and plant life.

Tangerine turned his head to look at Lemon as he stood against the outside wall next to the entrance, Lemon gave him a nod at the sound of a door closing from inside. With a quick glance in, they saw a door beyond the lobby at the back of a long hallway bouncing shut. Tall shadows cast the worn-down discarded furniture in darkness. Floor tiles, once white and pristine, were cracked and warped brown.

Together they moved inside, holding their guns in front of them at the ready. The door that had just shut was marked with a stairs sign. They moved through it in perfect unison, taking careful steps to avoid disturbing loud debris and shutting the door behind themselves without a noise.

Tangerine cautiously peeked up the space in the middle of the ascending stairs. The woman had reached the top floor and her red jacket disappeared as she exited the stairwell.

When the door had closed behind her, Lemon took his brother’s arm and leaned in close to whisper. “What’s the plan?”

Tangerine kept his voice to barely above a breath. “She’s on the top floor. We’ll take it slow; we clear each apartment one by one—and be careful, I don’t like the feeling of this.”

His brother gave him a firm nod and they began climbing to the top floor. Lemon was in front while Tangerine watched their backs. Something still nagged at him in the back of his mind.

Without any windows the apartment was quite drafty. A cool wind blew through the stairwell almost constantly, sending a high-pitched whistling echoing down the concrete steps. It was enough to make the hair on Tangerine’s neck stand straight up and send his already alert senses into overdrive. He attempted to compensate for this by taking his tie off, shoving it into his pocket, and undoing the first few buttons on his shirt. At least now he could breathe a little easier.

Finally reaching the top floor, Lemon looked through the small rectangle window on the door. Part of the glass had shattered and was missing. Satisfied that the hallway before them was empty, he slowly pushed it open, pointing his gun ahead.

The long hallway had 10 apartments, five on each side, and none of their doors were shut; all were either open in some fashion or just missing altogether. On the top floor, high up and with nothing stopping the wind, the whistling was louder. Loud enough to muffle the sounds of their footsteps. Trash and debris littered the floor; crumpled papers lay along the wall, knickknacks and household objects left behind lay discarded. The darkening sky was beginning to shine through chunks of the thin roof that had broken off into pieces. Some of the walls had holes in them.

Tangerine tapped Lemon’s shoulder and pointed to the left apartment, signaling they should start there. They moved together toward the entrance. Tangerine stood guard at the door, the apartments were tiny, only a living room connected to a kitchen, bathroom, and one small bedroom. It only took Lemon a few tense minutes to return, and they moved to the apartment across the hall. They repeated this process of clearing the apartments each time.

It was on the third apartment—when Tangerine was standing guard, gun lowered to the ground as he anxiously waited for Lemon, that something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It may have been a trick of the shadows, or his nerves messing with him, but when he looked further down the hallway he swore he saw something glide just out of sight.

Casting a glance back in the apartment, he tried to get Lemon’s attention, but failed. He didn’t want to go after his brother, incase whoever was down there tried to escape past him. So, he steadied himself and raised his gun, moving down the hallway toward the last apartment. Alarm bells rang in his head, every hair on his body stood on end as his instincts told him to run.

There was no door to this apartment, the wind whistled loudly through it unhindered. Tangerine’s heart was doing double time as he very slowly crept inside. This apartment was the same as all the others they checked, there was no evidence that anyone was here—but there was an inherently wrong feeling to it. Turning the corner, he faced the shorter apartment hallway. The door to the bedroom at the end was open, a window let the last rays of sun in.

And to the side of the room, just peeking out beyond the doorway, was what looked like a small child covered in blankets, laying down, back turned toward him. They were surrounded by trash and debris that was ruffled slightly by the wind. A fuzzy patch of blonde hair poked over the top of the blankets. He squinted trying to see properly. In his sudden confusion and alarm, he moved directly for the room, trying to get a better look.

The child wasn’t moving or breathing.

A million thoughts raced through his head at once, clouding his mind. Did Fox try to take another child? Was that her in the red jacket—it might be, but why didn’t he think so?

As he passed through the room’s doorway, feet shuffling on the rubbish, he was very close to reaching out and shaking the child’s shoulder. But he stopped.

He could see now that it was a very large doll, shaped extraordinarily similar to a real child, wrapped in blankets. A dead eye and painted rosy cheek stared at the wall away from him.

And then something simultaneously clicked in his mind.

He didn’t think the woman in red was Fox because her movement didn’t match. He’d watched that video over and over again, memorizing it.

The way she glides.

They’d been lured here.

Tangerine was mid turn when a hard kick sent him reeling back and stumbling over the doll. The sound of rustling trash and then fast tugging rope sliced through the whistling of the wind, a split second later his head hit the floor with a crack and his world was up-ended.

The hit wasn’t hard enough to render him unconscious, but he did feel warmth blossom against his temple and slide slowly down to mix into his hair. He groaned, momentarily dazed until his arms, hanging limply by his head, were swiftly pulled back and something zipped them together and pinned them to his belt loop behind his back.

Blinking furiously, his senses snapped awake with a rush of adrenaline when he couldn’t separate his hands or move his arms. He was upside down; something tied his feet together and hung him suspended from the ceiling. The source of the hard kick was out of sight where he was facing the window.

Before he could form another sluggish thought he was roughly spun around toward the doorway.

And he came face to face with Fox.

She was crouched down, level with him. Darkness shrouded part of her face, but her eyes seemed to glint in the dark as she observed him with a dark curiosity. His upside-down view made it difficult to take in all the features of her face, but he recognized those eyes. His breath came out ragged as she remained silent and tilted her head to the side.

There was a shout from Lemon in the hallway.

Tangerine filled his lungs with breath, about to scream to his brother, when a hand clamped over his mouth and nose. He thrashed trying to shake it off, but it remained.

There was a quiet shuffling as Fox fluidly moved around to crouch behind him. He felt the cool touch of metal on the other side of his cheek, it was a rounded surface—long and cylinder shaped. A silenced gun. The barrel pointed toward the doorway. He could see the end of it in the corner of his eye.

There was another shout from Lemon, this time sounding really worried.

Her breath was hot against the back of his ear; the touch of soft lips ghosted across his skin as she breathed, “Make a sound, and I’ll shoot before he has a chance to come in.”

Tangerine gave her a small nod and she very, very slowly raised her hand from his mouth. The gun was kept against his cheek, pointing out the doorway and down the hall. Her breath continued to hit his skin in relaxed and even measures. It spread goose bumps and sent shivers up and down his spine.

Deft fingers moved into his vest pocket and pulled out the contents. The sound of his tie sliding out and the knuckle dusters clink as they bounced off the ground, was overshadowed by the soft hum of satisfaction she made as her hand closed around his phone. Or rather, Mother Vati’s phone.

Lemon’s call was getting closer as he moved from apartment to apartment. Tangerine resisted the urge to call out, the cool feeling of the steel against his skin a reminder of Fox’s threat. A pit of anxiety collected in his stomach as he wondered what she would do when Lemon eventually found them.

A bright light lit up in the corner of tangerine’s eye as Fox attempted to get into the phone. There were a few disappointed clicks of her tongue when she found it was passcode protected. He heard her shuffle behind him, and felt the light brush of her cheek against his. Her hand comes into view, holding the phone up, its screen is black but has static on it.

She sounds like she’s smiling as she whispers to him, “A little something to remember me by.”

An intense, bright flash lights up the room, making Tangerine squint his eyes and flinch away. The after-flash blinds him as he opens his eyes and blinks furiously to clear them. The phone is slipped back into his vest pocket.

Warm, gentle fingers brush at the skin of his neck, along the chain of his necklace.

Her velvety voice is enough to make him dizzy. “And something to remember you by.”

He struggles, grunts a no, and does his best to stop her—but she’s already delicately slipped it over his head. She gives him a pleased hum. “Tell Victoria I said hello.”

There’s a clatter at the front of the apartment, Lemon was on his way in.

The metal of the gun disappeared, leaving a cool sensation on his skin, and a second later Tangerine was roughly shoved. As he spins by the rope suspending him, he catches a glimpse of her moving smoothly out through the window, the starry night sky outlines her as she turns to look back inside.

Maybe it was a trick of the shadows, but he thought she winked at him.

. . .

The sound of a plastic spoon scraping the side of a half empty noodle cup filled the small abandoned apartment room. This one was less run down than the others, kept clean by a daily sweeping; the debris and trash thrown out. A thin cot laying on the ground was pushed into a corner, a threadbare blanket folded neatly on top. Next to the cot was a dim, battery powered, plastic lantern. Something tacky you could find from a gift shop. It had done a fine job of lighting the little space the past few nights; not too bright, but enough to see with.

At the moment, a woman wearing a red jacket was sitting on the edge of the cot, finishing her cup of noodles contently. As she slurped down her dinner she would observe the details of the room with open curiosity.

The owner of the cot, and the entire room for the matter, was perched on the nearby window; back leaned up against the sill, one leg hanging down inside casually. She was staring out into the dark night with a faraway look. Wrapped around her hand and wrist was a gold necklace with a circular pendant. Occasionally, she would fiddle with it, twirling it between her fingers as she sat deep in thought.

Now empty, the noodle cup was set down and the woman in red yawned, stretching her arms over her head. She addressed her companion with an easy, relaxed tone. “So, should I try again tomorrow?”

Long silence creates a gap in conversation, but it isn’t filled with anxiety, it’s comfortable, contemplative. Finally, the woman in the window replies as she pulls something from her pocket. “No, go home.” She tosses a small roll of cash, the woman on the cot catches it with interest, but continues listening. “Try to stay inside for the next few days—and avoid this area…this is gonna get a lot worse before it can get better.”

She returns to watching the events outside. Below her, people wearing teal-colored clothes drag orange clad bodies into a gruesome pile. The area has a few dark stains on the pavement, bullet holes decorate the surrounding buildings. A few stand around a bonfire made up of old furniture; they’re celebrating a victory.

The gold pendant twirls between her fingers again.

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