#tangie the bat

[heartnosekid]

🍊 tangie the bat 🎃

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[stimiez]

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[the-ultimate-squish]

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[gremlinghost]

Ok ok I feel like I'm going insane because I was trying to remember one of my squishmallows personality, but her tag isn't where I keep their tags for some reason, so I was trying to look her up. She is an orange bat, and I know for a fact her name is clement, because both my sister and I misread it as cement, and now her name is cement. but I looked it up, I couldn't find clement the bat on the squishmallows wiki, so I looked up 'orange bat squishmallow' and I found tangie, who looks exactly like Cement, but it said it was Walgreens exclusive Halloween squad squishmallow. There are a few problems with this, though I got as a gift, so I can't confirm or deny of it was Walgreens, but I was given it semi recently, and it was brand new at the time, and I know it did not have a Halloween squad tag. But I can't find literally anything about tangie ever being called clement, and I think I might just be going insane, please help me.

[accioscarheadthings]

How are you? 😊

Please a Kenji Sato x American shy!reader? They’re dating and Kenji took her to Japan for the first time and shows her around. (I never went to Japan before & me don’t like sushi or spicy 😂). When shy!reader was walking around Japan and went to the tallest building or just an abandoned building to watch the stars or the moon but accidentally fell but thankfully Kenji saves her just in time as Ultraman, telling her, “theirs my girl”

https://youtu.be/hHkkwx0ZWXI?si=B0I-MsoR5hgbYq7N

hello love!! i'm great. thank you for asking. how are you? <3

of course, i hope you like this one;) sry that this ne took too long, wi was caught up with college. lemme know if there are any errors.

My stupid

pairing: kenji x shy!gf!reader

this contains: loads of fluff, use of petnames (baby, babe, sweetheart)

summary: kenji takes you to japan for the first time and shows you around. when you go to a building for stargazing, you don't pay attention to your surroundings and accidentally trip off the buidling.

masterlist !

you walked through the bustling streets of tokyo alongside kenji, feeling the city's vibrant energy envelope you. you clutched his arm tightly, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you.

kenji glanced down at you, a warm smile on his face, "impressed?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

you nodded, your eyes wide as you took in the vibrant scene. the city was a sensory overload, with its bright lights, colorful billboards, and the constant hum of activity.

"it's so different from home," you finally managed to say, your voice laced with awe.

kenji squeezed your hand reassuringly, "that's Tokyo for you," he responded, a hint of pride in his voice, "but there's so much more to japan than just the big cities,"

kenji took you on a culinary adventure through various restaurants and eateries, eager to introduce you to the diverse range of japanese cuisine.

some dishes, like the tender, buttery slices of tonkatsu, were delightful. however, others, such as the tangy taste of takuan pickles, were an acquired taste.

one dish, however, proved to be a unanimous dislike – sushi. the thought of eating raw fish made you wrinkle your nose in disdain.

kenji noticed a bit of food at the corner of your mouth, swallowing his bite of steak.

"what?" you blinked at him, trying to bat at your mouth, "do i have something on my face?"

"let me," kenji leaned over from the opposite of the table, his hand resting low on the column of your neck to hold you in place.

he closed his mouth at the edge of your lips, tongue caressing softly to get the crumb on your face.

a group of people passing by identified him, whispering between themselves and wolf-whistling at the intimate moment between you both.

when he pulled back, you felt the blood rush to your face as you stared down at your food with wide eyes, "i-you did not-" you stammered at a loss of words, "t-that was unnecessary,"

kenji sat back in his seat, his lips curling in a smug grin. he slung his arm over the head of his chair, "not if it can get you all bothered and cute,"

you felt your lips tug up, your resolve faltering, "shut up," you kicked his legs under the table when he chuckled in adoration.

as the night drew to a close, kenji took you to the rooftop of a building, a secret spot he loved to visit at the edge of the city, away from the crowd.

the view was breathtaking – stars twinkling overhead and the cityscape stretching out below.

you both laid down on the cool concert, snuggled against each other for warmth. a comfortable silence fell between you as you simply took in the moment's beauty, staring up at the stars.

"this is beautiful," you murmured, breaking the silence.

kenji turned his head to look at you, a fond smile on his face, "i knew you would love it," he replied, shifting closer to you, "there's something magical about watching the stars from here,"

you snuggled deeper into his side, feeling warm and content. your eyes closed in a sigh when he pressed a kiss on your temple.

the two of you shared a set of earphones, heads bobbing together to the music playing as you pointed at the constellations and random shapes the stars lined up to form.

just then, kenji's watch beeped, alerting him about a kaiju attack, he sat up immediately, making you follow his actions.

kenji placed his side of the earphones on your other ear, the soft music from his watch filling your ears. he leaned in and gently kissed you, his touch warm, affectionate, and apologizing for the interruption.

"I have to go deal with a situation as ultraman," he whispered in your ear, his voice serious.

you nodded, understanding the necessity of his duties. as he walked away, you continued to watch the stars, lost in thought and the gentle melody playing in your ears.

after a while, you began wandering in the small space of the terrace, listening to your song and feeling the night wind hit your face.

suddenly, the realization of your surroundings hit you like a wave. You had been so engrossed in the music that you hadn't noticed that you had inched closer to the edge of the rooftop.

the ground below loomed like a menacing abyss, its depths obscured by the darkness of the night.

startled, you took a step back, but it was too late.

you teetered on the edge, the weight of your body tipping you precariously over the drop.

in the nick of time, a pair of strong hands cupped and caught your body, preventing you from falling any further.

the music in your ears abruptly cut off, replaced by a familiar voice.

"there's my girl," ultraman murmured, his tone a mixture of relief and admonishment.

you stared up at his metal suit, his eyes glowing, and tried to calm down your breathing from the rush of the fall.

ultraman slowly set you on top of the building before transforming back to his human form. he stood in front of you, holding your face in worry, "you're not hurt, aren't you? thank goodness i made it back in time,"

but you didn't answer him; the realization of your stupidity sunk in, and you couldn't help but laugh at your own foolishness.

"i really am stupid, am I?" you said, a hint of sheepishness in your voice.

kenji had a soft smile playing on his lips, his raven bangs blowing in the wind, "yeah, you are," he replied, his voice affectionate. "but you're my stupid,"

you felt a pang of affection in your heart at his words, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, "and you're stuck with me," you say, unable to resist teasing him a little.

kenji chuckled, his eyes glistening with mirth, "that I am," he confirmed, closing the gap between you by pulling you closer, "and I wouldn't have it any other way,"

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Car Inspection

A/N: Yet another little smut scene, *no longer a drabble (Drabble? Who's she?), but still short. Like with my other drabbles, you can imagine any character you want here, it's usually just a man and a woman having a good time. Today I give you oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex and creampies. And cars (so think up an AU where it works, if you will).

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 1.3k // AO3

“Lemme take a look under the hood, miss,” he's said, and now she's sitting on the warm metal, gripping his broad shoulders, legs held open by strong hands, while he has his head buried under her skirt.

His tongue is as hot as the sun batting down on them, licking through her folds with fervor and certainty, expert motions, warm lips, teasing teeth, kissing, sucking, nibbling, pulling her sensitive skin into his mouth, nose rubbing against her clit.

He's lapping at her like a man starved, the slurping and squelching noises mixing with the chirp of cicadas, the subtle squeak of the car beneath her, her own rapid breaths. He's good, knows what to do, where to look and lick. She's come to the right place.

Her skirt obstructs the view, but she's still on display, writhing and squirming, bare feet squeaking over the metal hood in an attempt to anchor herself. He's ruthless in his assault, focusing now fully on that sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking his tongue around it, laving it, sucking on it.

She's losing it, her head spinning, it's too hot, the air is stale and dry, and her lungs are protesting. The tension in her belly is like a burning thing, growing and expanding, filling her out like she wishes he would fill her out.

He groans into her, the sound vibrating through her clenching cunt. His hands move, one big palm pressed to her stomach, forcing her down on her back, the other slipping under the tent of her skirt as well. He's teasing her, nibbling on her clit while his fingers slide through her slick before they take a dip into her heat, plunging deep, two at once, pushing in and out, scissoring inside her, stretching, massaging, curling against that sweet spot.

She arches her back, shoulders pressed into the hood, cries out, thighs trembling around his shoulders, her own shaking hand gripping at his wrist, nails sinking into his skin before he slips his long fingers between hers, holding her hand, heavy on her stomach. He pumps his other digits into her, licks her clit, the tension explodes within her. Their joined hands hold her down when she convulses, jerks her hips against his face and fingers, shivering under the hot sun.

He licks up every drop with broad strokes of his tongue, his fingers moving slower, bringing her down gently before they retreat, gripping her twitching thigh, warm and slick and strong, while he pushes his mouth to her lower lips, kisses her deeply, tongue pressing into her quivering hole.

She wails again, quietly in the open space, her voice drowned by the screeching insects trying to be louder.

He's shifting, emerging from under her skirt, nose and lips and chin glistening in her juices, hair messy, face flushed. She's also red in the face, panting, trying to avoid those hungry eyes. His hands find her warm cheeks when he straightens up, towering over her.

His kiss tastes tangy, salty, sweet, all at once and more, her own taste on his tongue as he claims her mouth. She moans into it, clinging to his bare back, sweat slick and strong, muscles flexing beneath sun touched skin. He pushes her up the hood of the car, his hips between her shaking legs, pinning her down, skirt flipped up entirely now. His body is blocking the view, she couldn't care less who sees her.

With his tongue wrestling hers, he grips her waist, one hand disappearing between them, the clink of a belt, the whirring scrape of a zipper, a little groan when he grips his cock and guides it to her dripping cunt. She moans into his mouth, fingernails sinking into his skin while he sinks into her, small frantic rolls of his hips as he slowly fucks her open, stretches her, fills her, in and out, inch by inch until he's bottomed out.

His hands on her hips pull her into him, closer, deeper, her legs spasm against him before she hooks them around his thick thighs. Muscles flex under denim, his grip rough as he starts pulling out to slam back in, over and over again, his grunts as loud as her moans, the kiss messy and breathless.

She's lightheaded, sun-burnt, a sweaty mess in his strong grip, her hands gripping at his waist, leaving angry crescent-shaped marks as she squirms against him, trying to meet his thrusts.

He leans back, leaving her tingling lips, presses his forehead to hers, eyes staring into her soul, warm and dark and mesmerizing, hungry, breaths hot and dizzying, mingling. His hips slam into her slower, deeper, setting an excruciating rhythm, taunting, teasing, slow and steady while they're both burning under the sun, the heat inside her belly almost as unbearable.

She's whimpering, grinding her pelvis into him, digs her heels into his lower back, eyes pleading. The smirk on his lips makes her angry, growling through her gritted teeth. His hands tighten around her hips, fingers bruising, and when he leans back fully, a barely there shadow falling onto her shaking body, looking down at her, he stops moving altogether, cock hard and swollen inside her clenching cunt.

She wants to protest, whine, beg, but he only looks at her, tilting his head, before he slowly moves back, cockhead scraping against her tight walls, before he slams back in with a force that makes her yelp, flinch, cry out, as he hits her deepest spot, tip squished against her cervix.

The pain is there, sharp, short, dissipating slowly before it's back, dragging retreat, the hint of reprieve, then another deep stab, hard, fast, agonizing. Again and again, until he grows impatient and just hammers into her, her moans and cries broken up, voice strained, helpless, as his cock pistons in and out, rough and unrelenting, and all she can do is take it.

He grunts, sweat running down his temple, a fine sheen on his bare torso, muscles flexing, his teeth bared and gritted, hands digging into her soft skin. Pull, push, stab. Pull, push, stab. Her own sweat mixes with tears, her cries soundless little puffs of air, her head filled with vertigo and bliss, pain and pleasure. One big hand splayed on her hip, the other moving between them, thumb pressing hard against her clit, and she yelps again, and again, coming hard around his pounding cock, juices coating his length, squelching out with every deep slam.

The car is rocking beneath them, suspension squeaking, needs to be oiled. She's come to the right place. Come at the right place. Over and over again until she's a boneless mess, lying on the hood of her car, arms splayed out beside her, sweaty palms squeaking over metal with every deep thrust, body moved up and down, insides convulsing, muscles contracting, tight around his thick cock. He grunts, groans, huffs, head red under the sun, under the exertion, working overtime.

He comes with a low growl, animalistic, body twitching against her, burying himself deep within her clenching heat, balls tightening, cock spasming, filling her with his hot seed, spurt after burning spurt. She gasps when his hand pushes on her stomach, before he slowly pulls out, panting, eyes glued to her reddened pussy, watching intently, an expert's eye, head tilted, then he slaps his hand on her folds, making her wince.

She's pulled onto her feet, barely able to think, to function, dizzy from the sun and the special service. He lifts her feet, one at a time, puts her panties back on, slides them up her shaking legs. His cum drips down her inner thigh, slowly, slow enough for him to gather it on his finger and push it back up, between her glistening folds, back into her clenching hole. She moans at the sensation, gripping his arm for support. He keeps his finger in her while he pulls her underwear back in place, pumping it slowly before removing it, gently dragging his wet fingertip between her covered folds, trapping his seed.

“I believe there's been a leak, miss,” he says, fixing her skirt, making her presentable again as he looks at her with a proud smile, having found the problem, while she looks up at him with a soft giggle, feeling their combined juices drenching the fabric between her trembling thighs.

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A steamy shower

Toy

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[blueicequeen19]

Right Side Of Wrong

Warnings: JJ & John B’s off limits sister 👀

I love this trope. I’ll write it 100 times 🔥

Part Two

I propped myself up on some pillows and leaned back against my headboard, tangy scented smoke filling the air as I exhaled from my weed pen. I was freshly showered wearing only a pair of boxers with my legs sprawled out, my comforter kicked to the foot of my bed as I fought to erase the inappropriate thoughts I was having about my best friends little sister.

Y/N Routledge had been in my life as long as John B had. The three of us did everything together until we didn’t. She was my annoying little sister too, until she wasn’t. I constantly had to hear about John B being the over protective big brother and running everyone off that looked at her. Or asked about her. Or so much as walked in her direction.

For awhile, I was helping run off all the boys. Now part of me was glad that no one had touched her yet. She had the face of an Angel and the body of the devil. And she slowly began to realize that. She dressed for attention now and she was sure getting a lot from it. It was hard not to notice with her long, tan legs and perky tits. Her ass bounced with every step she took and my palm itched to smack the smooth flesh.

I couldn’t sleep without her invading my every fantasy. I wanted to know what she felt like.. on the inside and the outside. I wanted to taste her skin and her pussy. I wanted to know what those tits looked like when she bounced on my cock. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she came and when she gagged on me. I wanted to know if she was a squirter or a crier. If she’d like her hair pulled or choked. She was a brat, she probably liked both.

“JJ?” I blink back to reality, seeing Y/N standing at the foot of my bed in the same tiny bikini she wore in the hot tub tonight. I thought the vein in John B’s forehead was going to burst when he saw her. I suddenly realized I was sporting a hard on and her eyes were locked on it, making me harder. I yanked the comforter up over my waist to conceal myself but the damage was done. She wasn’t hiding her curiosity.

“W-what are you doing in here, Y/N?” I asked, trying to slow my racing heart. All the blood in my body seemed to be racing to my dick and I couldn’t stop it. She looked like a fucking wet dream.

“I just wanted to check on you. See if you needed anything.” She said with fake innocence, batting her lashes at me as she rounded the bed and sat on the edge next to me. My hands fisted the comforter as she checked me out, not even bothering to hide her interest. Her eyes lingered on the shark tooth necklace, probably remembering the night she made it for me.

“I’m fine. Thanks.” I tried to keep my voice even but my dick was so hard it hurt. I was going to have to rub one out at least a four times tonight.

“You sure about that? Nothing bothering you?” Her eyes moved down to my waist where I was clutching the comforter. Why was she doing this? The ultimate forbidden fruit offering herself up on a silver platter.

“Nope.” I swallowed hard.

“Okay.” Her brows furrowed, obviously not buying it. I watched as she reached behind her back and untied her top, letting it fall freely and exposing her perfect tits to me. I looked away, heat coursing through my body.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” I bit out. She took my hand, placing it over one of her tits and making me squeeze.

“Seizing the opportunity.” Her voice is soft and seductive, reminding me that I am not a strong man. Her hand falls from mine as I start to squeeze and pinch her nipple, rolling it between two fingers. I wanted to pinch her clit next. How wet would she be right now for me?

“We can’t do this.” I pull my hand away and she gives a small pout.

“Why not?” She tries to pull the comforter back but I don’t let her. I fix her with a knowing look, trying to keep my resolve from slipping.

“You know why. You’re like my sister.” I spit the words like they leave a bad taste in my mouth but she only chuckles, getting to her feet then throwing her leg over me to straddle me. I throw my hands up, sinking against the headboard as far as I can.

“You don’t look at me like a sister.” She leans in and whispers in my ear, her hands against my bare chest.

“I’m getting all this male attention when I’ve only ever wanted yours, JJ.” I fight to catch my breath but I can’t. My dick was jabbed into her thigh and I could feel the heat from her pussy.

“Stop.” I pant, wishing I had the strength to push her away.

“But you’re so hard, JJ. I can feel you.” His sultry voice in my ear as my eyes almost rolling back in my head. I can’t move my hands from their spot fisting the comforter or I’m liable to shove her on her back and eat that forbidden pussy like it’s my last meal.

“John B.” I bite out, shuddering when her lips ghost over my cheek and down my neck.

“This isn’t about him. This is about me and you and what’s coming. What’s been coming.” She kisses my neck just once and my restraint withers away by half. I swallow the lump in my throat just as her tongue swipes out and licks where she just kissed.

“He would hate me.” I rasp, feeling her tongue and teeth along my sweet spot. I had chills up and down my arms. She was pushing every single one of my buttons with her arms draped over my shoulders and her tits pressed against my chest. Her nipples were so hard against my skin, begging for my teeth.

“He would understand.” Then she bites me. Hard. It’s claiming and something inside me snaps. My arms circle her waist and I slam her down on her back on the bed, making her gasp in surprise. An animalistic sound leaves my throat as I gaze at her willing body. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to start but my cock knew.

I dive down and suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth, slapping my hand over her lips in time to muffle her cries. Her hands find my hair as I suck and bite her needy little buds one at a time until she’s withering and whimpering beneath me.

My hand slid between us and I groaned, feeling the heat and juices slipping from her already. My thumb barely swiped over her clit when there’s a pounding on my door, snapping me from my trance. I jump back, getting as far from her as I can when John B’s voice comes through the door.

“Yo, you hungry? We’re ordering pizza.” My heart was racing, I could barely register what he said as I palmed my chest. Y/N kicked me gently to get my attention.

“Yea! Pizza’s fine!” I call back.

“Okay! Have you seen Y/N? She wasn’t in her room.” John B asks and I move further away from her and her tempting tits. Her eyes narrow at me as she tries to determine what I’m going to say. God, if he hadn’t knocked on the door I would’ve fucked her. Fucked her with a house full of Pogues like she wasn’t off limits to everyone on this island.

“No, last time I seen her she was outside!” I call back, yanking on a pair of sweats and grabbing a pillow to conceal my hard on. Y/N spreads her legs and slides her delicate hand down her body, slowly running the tip of her finger over her clit until she panting softly. Oh god.

My dick jerks with the need to be buried inside something hot and wet.

“Okay, I’ll check outside.” John B’s voice makes me jump again, my nerves fucking shot.

“Okay! I’ll come help!” I hear his disappearing footsteps and I move to run after him when she slips her bikini bottoms to the side, revealing a glistening bare cunt.

All the air leaves my lungs and I step back until my back meets the wall, my jaw hanging open and my knees damn near giving out. She whimpers softly, circling her clit and gathering her wetness on her fingers before plunging a finger inside herself.

“Cum with me, JJ.” She moans under her breath, adding a second finger to her clenching hole.

“Nope. Nope. I can’t do this.” I feel like I’m having a heart attack as I make a mad dash for my bathroom, shutting myself inside just as I hear her rapidly approaching footsteps. I lock the door and plant my back against, hearing her curse on the other side.

“I won’t stop, JJ. I won’t.” I groan, hearing the determination in her voice before she walks away.

I quickly shove my sweats and boxers down, fisting my cock hard as the picture of her fingering herself plays on loop in my head. I could hear how wet she was. Her pussy should’ve been sucking on my cock, not her fingers.

I barely stroke myself three times and I cum harder than I have in a very long time, unable to catch my breath as I realize just how royally fucked I am.

[another-identityofmine]

Elvis first time eating pussy?

homely girl; 60s sarge elvis ☁️🫣

summary: his first time giving 🤞

a/n: I’m so sorry that it took CENTURIES. (And it’s prolly not that good *not to be a compliment fisher* but my mind was dizzy at this point 🤧) side note: I’m kinda taking from a pic of a page I’ve read way back about how Elvis used to despise stories of going down on women before doing it and falling in love with it !!

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He used to despise this, no no no, he still does, he clicks to himself

but it was only for an attempt, a shot at the dart…how did it get to this?

By the time he gently pulled off your panties, you, his new girl, he suddenly became absorbed in interest.

he saw the prettiest thing he didn’t know existed…and “despised” this? Yeah no, never ever thinking that again.

The first that sought his eyes, was your curly dark pubic hairs. His cock immediately awaken, starting to firmly harden as he glares at every thick wiry strand, and he lets out a stuttering breath.

He saw your pretty flushed skin, his bottom lip glistening from his lick, before being caught at his teeth. His blue eyes wander down your vulva, capturing the sight of sticky, damp lips of pretty pink skin. And his eyes immediately find your lil hole, letting out a soft groan…he’s been fucking this pretty thing and not batting an eyelash to what was going on here?

Your breathing staggers a bit, watching his plumped, gelled black and looped hair above your tummy, and feeling his eyes watch you.

“S-s’anything wrong?” You perk up and prop yourself up on your elbows.

his eyes shoot up to meet yours and he forgot that you were there. Well erm in a term-

“no! No baby, nothing is wrong. S’the opposite dollface, fuck y-you didn’t wanna tell me what I was missing?” He shakes his head in disbelief and glaring down at your pussy with a growing hunger.

You only shrug, blushing deeply at how he seems to be so stuck on your most private parts…

Then in curiosity, he leans down his a little bit more, hovering over your cunt and his warm breath on your thigh, your thighs twitch a little.

“O-okay hun, I’ve got a plan. I-I’m gonna fumble around here and you tell me how it feels m’kay?” He glances up to meet your eyes for your consent, and you nod and hum an okay.

when he then gently pressed his fine plump lips to your pubic mound, peppering that in sweet kisses to then bend his neck and reach down to your slit.

you giggle and hum at the sensation, hearing him mumble to himself as he pours in almost uncertainty. “Heard the guys say sumthin’ bout tongue… so here goes nothin’, doll.” He whispers out before dragging his hot, wet tongue up your slit.

You immediately let out a long whine, scrunching your face in pleasure and Elvis glances up to look at your face. Contorted in pure bliss.

Ignoring the foreign taste of your tangy, honeyed savored arousal, white and sticky on his tongue, he’s eager to have more sounds…they were so pretty, and he can’t believe he made you do them.

Coming up with a mental mission, he closes his eyes and just lets his tongue wander and flick, no idea what he’s doing but your squeals and squeaks are feeding him.

with you laying there, panting softly and whimpering prettily, he fluttered his doll lashes up to capture your eyes with his blue orbs, and then connecting eye contact with your sloppy cunt.

propping himself up as if going in for another dive, he holds your thighs softly on the outside and hugs them gingerly, humming in approval at the position.

And in some way…your pussy is more open and spread to his use.

Watching as your cunt glistens with every heaving breath you take and your erected nipples darted to the air, he glances down at your small lil opening…maybe if he just stuck his tongue in there?-

diving down with no warning, he shoves his whole pink muscle into your vagina. Elvis lets out a loud, muffled groan into your cunt that vibrates and leaves you clutching at your hair and the pillows.

“Oh my, a-ah, Elvis! W-what ah” you pant out, squirming around as his arms tighten the grip on your thighs and he closes his eyes in focus, becoming in love at the taste, the scent, the whole arousing tension.

“Elvis, Elvis, Elvis.” His name comes off your lips like a prayer and it has his tongue fucking in and out of your needy, gummy gushy pink walls that engulf and take him so nicely. How you scream his name, has his hips rocking into the mattress that you lay above.

he doesn’t know what he’s doing, just sticking his tongue in and out in a fast pace, the same pace he uses as he ruts into the soft plush bed. “Fuck” he growls into your pussy and he doesn’t notice your screams in pleasure, the flooding of your sweet syrup dripping down his cheeks…from your orgasm. It’s all blocked out.

he just needs everything. He fuels himself, rutting his hips into the matress with every dripping white syrup that rolls onto his tongue, and his thighs clench around his own cock at the way your hungry, gummy vagina walls swallow and hug his tongue, the way you taste so fucking divine on his tongue.

he’s so into the mission, that you have tears of overstimulating pure bliss running down your cheeks, and when you tangle your pretty fingers into his thick black locks, he growls and grunts, panting and breathing in your natural scent and taste of your woman hood, clinging your thighs to hug his head as he then slamming his hips into the mattress that the vibration shakes you.

Hot cum springs down his slacks but that doesn’t matter, not right now. You pull and whine at his hair as, nearly pulling out his precious locks, before he finally pulls away and follows your hand becuase since it’s his first time eating out his first meal, he doesn’t know when to stop. Even when his girl’s wall is clenching around his tongue like a vice.

He’s breathless and panting, your white shining arousal down his chin and dripping down to his shirt collar, long strings of saliva that mingles with your nectar.

he’s found a new obsession.

homely girl.

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taglist: @jhoneybees@your-nanas-love@pomtherine@atleastpleasetelephone@lustnhim @jkdaddy01

note: ugh okay, writing a whole ass fic might be tiresome for many but the shit that tires me out is the tags, so if anyone can please lend a hand, write any tags that you feel fits this!

[readerstories]

In Rain and Mud - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 1/4

Saw the movie in theaters finally, brainworm ofc came in strong. (Part 2) (Part 3) (AO3)

Warnings/tags: male reader, eventual canon-typical violence, blood, eventual smut

Wordcount: 996

Summary: Your cabin lays far away from anything and everything. And with the rainstorm currently battering the woods this night you don’t expect to see or hear another human being until you leave for town. So when there’s banging on your door, you switch your book with your shotgun from its place on a sidetable, loading it as you approach your door.

Your cabin lays far away from anything and everything. 

It’s how you want it, how you want to live most of the time.

Leaves you with peace to read your book in front of the roaring fire keeping the chill out, lounging in grey sweatpants and a loose green t-shirt.

And with the rainstorm currently battering the woods this night you don’t expect to see or hear another human being until you leave for town.

So when there’s banging on your door, you switch your book with your shotgun from its place on a sidetable, loading it as you approach your door.

You stop right in front of it, hand on the handle as you sniff, trying to smell and hear whoever is there on the other side.

“Come on! Let us in, drowning in the storm or blowing away would be a really sucky way to die!” Hearing the man is not difficult as he yells to be heard over the howling winds, all you can smell is the rain and your own cabin. You open the door just little more than a crack, keeping your shotgun hidden behind the door for the moment. Two men stands on your porch, bathed in your porch light, the darkness behind them filled with the swoosh of wind, moving trees, and rain,

“Who the fuck are you?” You look at the man in the red and black suit that was banging on your door just seconds ago, briefly glancing from his masked face to his frowning companion behind him, that guy in a yellow and blue suit. 

“Oh thought you would never ask!” Red reaches behind him and yanks Yellow next to him, an arm over Yellow’s shoulder, which gets him a grunt and a fist in his side from Yellow, though Red doesn’t visibly react to the punch.

“I’m Deadpool, but you can call me Wade for short.” Deadpool splays a hand on his own chest as he presents himself. “And this handsome frowny face,” He grabs Yellow’s chin, “This is Wolverine, or Logan if you want less of a mouthful.” Wade winks, Logan batting away Wade’s hand from his face. 

You look them up and down, fully taking in what looks like costumes, that are ripped and bloody in places. Deadpool, or Wade, is sporting two kantanas, two guns in thigh holsters, one knife in a leg holster, and a utility belt. Logan has no visible weapons, though you note the grey slits between the knuckles on his gloves.

“You some kind of heroes? Villains?”

“Merchanaries actually!” Wade voice is surprisingly chipper for someone that is soaked to the bone in ripped clothes. “At least for now while we make ends meet.” Logan pushes Wade’s arm off his shoulder, taking a step to the side as you look at them both.

You grunt.

“Leave the weapons outside.”

“Don’t trust us sweetcheeks?”

“Who the fuck would? Leave em or you can wash away with the rain for all I care.” Wade shrugs, taking off his weapons and putting them on the porch. As he does so, you look at Logan.

“You got any?”

“No.” You catch a whiff of the tangy stench of a lie on that one gruff word, but don’t bother pushing it. You can’t see any right now, not much he could have hidden in the suit, and it’s not like you can’t defend yourself without being armed or prepared.

Without weapons, you let them inside, shutting out the storm once more.

“Take off your shoes, mud.” You order as you unload your shotgun, putting the shells in your pocket, leaning the gun next to the door.

“Hate to ask hot stuff, you got any spare clothes? Would hate, hate, hate to track water and blood all over this rustic but so, so chic wooden floors.

“Yeah.” You walk off to your bedroom to check your closet.

“Ohhhh a man of few words, you and Logan match! I think we’ll get along great cuddling up here together.” There’s a sound that sounds like a punch followed by an “ouf” from Wade. You snort.

Rifling through your dresser, you grab one black hoodie, one blue hoodie, two black sweatpants, two pairs of socks, and two boxers,

You return to the living room with the clothes, where Wade has already started stripping off clothes, leaving him in just pants while Logan is still fully dressed in his soaked suit. You ignore the scars covering all the skin you can see on the almost nude Wade, handing him the bundle with the blue hoodie, while Logan gets the black one.

“So you get the sexy grey pants while we are stuck with boring black? Is this that kinda porn?” You imagine if Wade had any eyebrows they would be wiggling. You ignore his comment.

“Towels under the sink,” You point towards the door of your bathroom, “Food is the kitchen corner, liquor in the cabinet in the corner, the spare bedroom has one bed. Share it or take the couch, don’t care, just don’t fuck on either.” Logan scowls at you, Wade laughs.

“Look pookie, I’m not the only one that thinks we have unsolved sexual tension, the writer thinks so too!” This time you see the punch, this time it topples Wade over, sending him to the floor with a bang. You roll your eyes.

“I’m going to bed, help yourselves, and we’ll see if the weather has cleared up in the morning so you can leave without drowning.” With that, you leave them their own devices, grabbing your book, and for good measure and show, your shotgun on your way to the bedroom.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you hear Wade start talking again with the occasional grunt from Logan in response, though trough the wall and with the howling storm it is easy enough to tune out the sounds of two other people in your space so you can fall asleep.

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 2: Late Night Snacks

Cirrus and Swiss share a moment while everyone else is asleep.

Mushy May put together by @forlorn-crows <3

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Cirrus yawns as she leans heavily on the edge of the kitchen sink, the light low and yellow as she turns down the dimmer. The cold ceramic tile under her feet is enough to keep her awake, alongside the growl in her stomach.

She waits for the toaster, the heating elements glowing a bright orange that almost remind her of Dewdrop's eyes when he gets upset. Cirrus plays with the end of the ties on her sweatpants, willing herself not to jump when the toaster pops, but fails anyways, laughing softly at herself as she collects the two halves of her everything bagel on a paper plate.

"Evenin', whisp," an easy voice filters into the kitchen, and Cirrus jumps higher than she did when the toaster popped.

"Swiss," she gasps, laughing with a hand over her chest. "Quit being so damn quiet."

He smiles, scratching idly at his stomach as he moves over to one of the cabinets, bare chested and barefoot. "Where's the fun in that?" he teases, reaching up for the bulk jar of trail mix on the top shelf. Cirrus watches appreciatively as the muscles in his back flex as he stretches.

Cirrus grins, turning away from him to fish a butter knife from the drawer. "Can't sleep?"

"I don't know how many times you've spent the night with them," Swiss says, tossing a handful of dried fruit and nuts into his mouth. "But damn, the little bug can snore. And then I was hungry, so here I am."

She smiles over her shoulder at him, flashing him with sharp teeth before. "Same boat. At least, the hungry part, not the snoring. You know Cue doesn't snore."

Swiss snorts, picking out a cashew with his claws. "Nah, she doesn't. A real angel, isn't she? At least, as close as we get."

"You've got that right." Cirrus hums, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear as she grabs the container of soft goat cheese from the fridge, the stuff that Mountain brings in from the Abbey's goat herd. "Could you be a dear and grab the honey jar for me, switchblade?"

He doesn't answer, but sets the trail mix down to root in the cupboards again.

"Thanks," she says, smearing the goat cheese over her bagel, the knife scraping over the crispy, toasted sides. Swiss passes her the honey and a spoon, even without her asking, and she flashes him a smile in thanks.

The cheese melts over the bagel, enough to get soft and spreadable, and Cirrus drizzles a little honey over each half.

"That looks good," Swiss says through a mouthful of peanuts and almonds. "I should try that next time."

Wordlessly, Cirrus takes half of her bagel and holds it out, not looking up at him as she finishes putting honey on the other half, closing the jar one handed. "Wanna bite?"

"You're too sweet, whisp," Swiss says, swallowing the trail mix with a dramatic gulp. Some of the honey's started to drip off of the edge, getting her fingers sticky. Cirrus jolts as she feels something hot and wet, turning to catch Swiss's mischievous gaze as he licks the dripping honey.

She rolls her eyes, but she matches his grin as he takes a bite.

"Shit, that's good," he says with his mouth full. Cirrus takes a bite next to where he did, letting her eyes shut as she eats, the goat cheese tangy on her tongue.

"Mhm," she agrees, chewing. There's a rustle as Swiss shoves his hand back into the trail mix jar. She knows without opening her eyes that he's picking out a handful of M+Ms.

They stand there in near silence, just existing together as they eat. Cirrus sways slightly, the feathered tuft of her tail brushing against the tile. "M+M me?" Cirrus asks, brushing a few crumbs and sesame seeds from her tanktop.

Swiss's mouth quirks up in a smirk, and he tosses her a blue one. She catches it and pops it in her mouth before she turns to put the goat cheese back in the fridge, her paper plate in the garbage. "Thank you, switchblade."

"For you, whisp? Anything," he says, batting his eyes as he downs his handful of candy. "Swear to the father below these get so much better when they're in trail mix."

"It's the salt," Cirrus yawns, stretching until something in her back pops like a glow stick. Swiss groans in sympathy, turning to close the trail mix jar and put it back on the top shelf.

"Yeah, that's probably it," he says, shutting the cabinet door. "I'm heading back to bed, Cir. Get some sleep?"

Cirrus smiles, running her fingers through her hair. "That's the plan, I need to get back in bed before Cue wakes up. Don't like her waking up alone."

Swiss takes a deep breath. "I get it. I'm the same way about the bug."

Cirrus steps to leave the kitchen, but then there's a big hand curling gently around her bicep, and she lets herself be pulled gently into the multighoul's arms. "Good night, whisp," Swiss says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiles. "Good night, switchblade."

[angstigone]

(A/N): based on a true story or a very rude lady who literally chainsmoked five cigarettes while standing next to my family table, unapologetically and uncartng that although we were outside our table was attached to their own.

«it's the third cigarette» aki muttered underneath his breath while looking over your shoulder; your cheeks flustered lightly and you lowered your head in shame, as if it was your fault.

aki was a smoker: he had definitely smoked in places where he shouldn't have and he definitely had consumed a packet in a day, but something had changed when he had met you, his girl.

as cheesy as it sounded, the slight grimace on your face when you had first kissed at the taste of tobacco on his tongue - he had been nervous enough to resort to a cigarette while you had been off to the bathroom on your first date - had been enough to convince him.

he hadn't yet quit - the stress of denji and power was enough - but he had lowered his consume adapting his addiction to you: he didn't smoke in your presence. he assured himself that his breath wouldn't hold tobacco when he went to pick you up for any dates and he had even forced a few of his squad to avoid smoking before meeting you on a nights out.

it wasn't just for your safety and preference, though, that aki hayakawa was gradually leaving out smoking: he had taken to get used to your soft perfume, nothing that could be achieved through chemicals or perfumes; there was something comforting in the way he could recognize your persona by simply your natural odor.

and he dreaded the thought of it being overwhelmed by the tangy and heavy smell of smoken tobacco.

hence, why as the woman at the table behind your own went to take her third cigarette of the night, he brought up the fact; when she had gotten the first out after having asked whether she'd be allowed to smoke as the tables were outside of the restaurant, he hadn't noticed it and only at the second he had felt the similar smell, noticing that your smile was slightly forced.

he had relented from actively confronting the woman, hopeful that when she'd be served the bad habit would be eradicated but the first course had just arrived and she had extracted the thin stick from her pocket while talking animatedly with her commensals.

as aki was - indeed - a smoker, he usually wouldn't have said shit: they were outside and allowed to smoke. still, seeing as the tables were quite near due to the overcrowded situation at the elegant restaurant, it'd have been nice for the woman to at least ask as your chair had bumped against her own a few times and shew must know that the smoke all went to you.

and aside the health hazard, aki knew how much you enjoyed taking care of yourself when you'd go on a date out: he knew better than to insist for you 'to take it easy', as it seemed that you felt pride in making yourself pretty for him, whether it was a pretty lipstick or a new hairstyle. and who was aki to say no to such a prancing?

and who was he not to say anything to that lady, who was ruining all your hard work?

«it's alright, aki» your hand went to his own, as aki noticed that his knee lightly bounced in mix of annoyance and willigness to do something «... it isn't that... bad».

it might not be but it was bothering you and aki prided on your dates being good for you, above anything else.

«I'll just make her aware» he settled, ignoring your slightly pleading look, knowing that you tended to be non confrontational in such matters for the sake of enjoying the date, but aki couldn't enjoy the date with the thought of your discomfort. he could have sat himself down and ignored the woman but he'd have kept on counting how many cigarettes the woman had «... excuse me, ma'am?».

the woman turned unpenitent, with her cigarette going to her other hand not to blow smoke in aki's face; so she had a bit of shame. good.

«can I help you?» he lightly batted her eyelashes to aki, not knowing that the sole one who could make such a trick work was you; not that you'd need to bat your eyes to have aki wrapped around your finger.

«yes, I actually think you can» aki still thought he'd use the woman's obvious attraction as he gently smiled like he did whenever he'd have to clean denji's or power's messes «... you see, my girlfriend is right behind you and as you are smoking and the whole situation is quite crowded... it is getting all over her».

at the mention of 'girlfriend' the woman - who could have been his mother - soured in her expression and aki knew that albeit his gentle demeanor, it'd be difficult.

«... I am outside» the woman pointed out, lightly tapping the cigarette against the ash container «... and I did ask whether I could smoke».

«I understand, ma'am» the temptation to simply show her his devil hunter badge was intense, but he knew that you'd have felt even more uncomfortable and he could spy a slight embarassment on your face with his side-eye «... I wouldn't object if the tables weren't so close and...».

«... and it isn't my fault» the woman's smile was straight up poisonous as she turned back to her friend as if aki hadn't ever been there, effectively dismissing him from the conversation.

aki knew that whatever he'd have done next would have ruined the night even more for you: he could have called over a waiter and asked for your table to be changed but you enjoyed the view from this specific table. he could have caused a scene and he'd have won inevitably but this would have heightened your embarassment.

he hated admitting defeat as he passed by your chair and gently lowered himself to your ear, noticing the slight trace of goosebumps at the familiar action and it took everything in him not to chase that trail with his lips.

«switch seats with me» he had ought to give you that place as it seemed a bit larger in size but he thought you might not mind as he could feel the smoke but less intensely.

«are you sure?» the smoke must have been bothering you truly much because you didn't make any attempt to shoot his proposal down as you'd have done whenever aki's overprotectiveness was bigger than the whole problem «... I don't...».

«I am sure» he gently plopped a kiss to your forehead, distinctly feeling their neighbor's eyes on him as he gently helped you up and into his own chair, gently pushing his jacket around your shoulders, if anything to shield you further.

in your seat he took a deep breath, hopeful that your neighbors would be gone soon and he could enjoy his evening better, although he already felt better, as you smiled genuinely at his attentions.

«... say the truth» you teased gently as your hand joined his over the table «... you were just missing the smoking, weren't you».

«you know, I don't care for that that much more» he shot back promptly, cradling your hand in his own as he gently went to kiss it «... I think I found a better and more healthy addiction».

and the way your eyes shied away from his was enough for him to understand that you knew it meant you.

you were his new addiction.

[the-ultimate-squish]

[softly-sirius]

The Staff Of The Bear Dating Vampire Gn! Reader Headcanons:

Currently on Shift: Carmen Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich & Sydney Adamu

Carmen

At first, thought it was kinda weird that you had a mini fridge with a padlock in your room

You told him it was where you kept your vintage jeans

 Which was a complete lie, so when Carmen told you he collected jeans too? 

Well, you had to spend a lot of time researching on the computer to cover that lie up

Will make you blood-infused recipes to show you he accepts you

Red velvet cake with blood instead of beetroot

Honestly, would eat it as well

Ends up getting a little obsessed with making stuff the perfect texture

Asks you loads of questions about blood

What do you like about it? Do different types taste different? How do you like it prepared?

He wants to know everything about your preferences so he can make everything perfect

I think Carmy's vampire partner would struggle the most with being a vampire and not a human 

So eating the food Carmen makes you will make you tear up sometimes because it reminds you so much of being human

Kinda wants you to bite him, but also kinda does not

So So Nervous about it, but you never bring it up

You can hear his pulse racing when he’s stressed so you always know when he needs help

You’ll kiss his pulse point when you notice him stressing out

He washes his hands a million times when he’s back from work in case of garlic

Before he knew the secret he once brought you some garlic bread 

Your nose burnt for a week, your throat even longer

You couldn't bring yourself not to eat it when he gave you those eyes

Carmen has sunscreen for you in summer and insists on it even if it does nothing

The hot summer in Chicago just makes you extra exhausted and sluggish so you need to feed more

He knows when you’re slacking on your feeding and will make you blood puddings (now with real blood)

When he does pluck up his courage and ask about biting he finds out he kinda likes it

Loves it when your teeth scrape his most sensitive areas

He really likes it when you bite at the pudge of his stomach, though it isn’t the best spot for you to feed from

But your bites are more love bites than actually feeding from him

Overall, he is not as chill as Richie would be with a vampire partner, but that's because he isn’t chill about anything

He’s just happy someone likes him :’)

Richie

“You’re a vampire? My baby’s a vampire?”

He would love you to bite him, wants to see your teeth marks all over him

Was jealous for a while wondering where you were getting blood from

 Who were you biting? Did they taste better than him? 

He was not having that

Read that papayas make blood taste better so he starts eating them all the time

Starts taking iron tablets in case that tangy taste is what gets you going

‘Accidentally’ cuts himself in the kitchen to see your reaction. 

It’s minimal 

Eventually, he just gives in and is like, 

“Why have you not drunk from me yet?”

Moans when you bite him, it’s probs made him nut let's be real

Loves to have your bite marks all over him, on his thighs, his chest, his arms

Wants you to feed from him until he goes dizzy and can’t stand

Loses his mind when his blood drips from your lips and you stare at him all predatory

Turns red when you tell him how good he tastes

Enjoys being taken care of afterwards

Makes you watch Blade a million times

Calls himself your toyboy (even if you’re not that old a vampire or younger than him)

Whenever he sees bats he’ll tell you he saw one of your friends

Talks to the bats sometimes

Keeps blood in a wine bottle for you at the restaurant and loves to pour it for you and take care of you when you visit

Loves to cuddle up to you in summer because your body is nice and cold

The most interested in your ‘powers’ and asks you a million questions

“You or Godzilla, who would win?”

“Wait, so when you kept asking me to open all those jars?”

So smug when he realised how often you acted helpless just to get his help

Arm wrestles you all the time

Thinks if he catches you off guard he might win (Sometimes you let him)

He’s a loser, but he’s your tasty loser 

Sydney

Laughs when she finds out and thinks it’s a joke

Probably bails on you for a little while

But then ends up coming back like…

"I didn’t think i could be ok with it, but I would rather be with you than without you"

Is grossed out by it, so you drink blood in private

She does not want to be bitten

Is the least chill with it, but she loves you so she deals

Will feel for your fangs every time you kiss, but you keep them hidden away

She gets mad at you when you go out when it’s really sunny

Keeps shades and an extra hat in her bag because sometimes you just turn up

She’ll be waking around the city and you just appear and ask to hang out

She thinks it’s a kind of power

She just forgot she added you on Find My Friends

Then she realises she can use your powers for her gain

Uses you when shopping second-hand to check if stuff is real silver

Buys you a gothic ring with a bat on it mostly as a joke

But you wear it all the time, it melts her little heart

Loves,when you turn into a little bat, especially if you look like a fruit bat

She’ll cradle you against her chest and stroke your head with her fingers

Will carry you around in her bag all day if you want to

She doesn’t call you her vampire but thinks of you as her bat 

Thinks it’s pretty funny when you go as a vampire for Halloween every year

Especially when a drunk Richie starts complimenting how real your fangs are and pokes his fingers in your mouth

Is definitely not jealous that when Tina cut her finger during prep you had to step out of the room

Especially not when she sees the empty iron pouches in the trash

She knows they tide you over in emergencies till you can drink blood

Maybe she wants you to drink from her a little bit 

Perhaps you’ll get to taste her one day after all, just as a little treat

[bigbuxbolds]

But then, before disappearing down the tunnel into the clubhouse, he gestured at a small cardboard box stuffed with thick plastic on top of the bat rack. “Guess what’s in there?” Farmer asked. The media generally doesn’t like to touch items in the dugout, but that felt like it amounted to an invitation, so upon lifting the mess of plastic … there it was, in all its glory, back to help its team. Welcome back, Rally Sausage. (This is the part where you stop reading if you have a weak stomach.) Based on the pinkish-brown slime that appeared to coat the old Cloverdale Tangy friend, it looked to be the original one that got the Twins out of their season-opening slump back in April. Whether or not it had been properly stored since then, it looked like it still had that same magic, bringing the bats roaring back to life in a needed 10-5 rout of the Angels at Target Field.

[strawberryspence]

disclaimer: this is the most personal work i have yet. please be kind. trigger warnings: alcoholism, attempted suicide, and implied child abuse. please heed the warnings.

-

Eddie flips the coin in his hand.

As a child, Eddie used to drink orange juice from the carton. He likes the pulp, the tanginess, the comfort.

When he gets sick, his mother buys it for him, and like magic, it heals him. It could be the flu or the cold, but with orange juice, it heals everything.

(It's not. It's his mother and her healing magic. Her soft hands holding him through the night, her gentle humming as he sleep in discomfort, her love in the chicken soup.)

Eddie hates alcohol. He hates the burn on his lungs. The way it slides down, all grimy and hot. He hates the bitter taste in his mouth, something you can't wash even with brandname mouthwash.

Eddie hates the smell. The strong smell that stays on you for days, it sticks on your clothes, on your beddings, on your couch.

Eddie hates it. Hates it when he hears the click of a can opening, reminds him of his father coming home. Hates it when he smells it, reminds him of his father's harsh words and harsher actions.

Eddie hates the comfort he finds in it.

(He doesn't, really. Because deep down, he thinks it's the only escape. It's what he was born into. It's what he deserves.)

(It's not.)

There's broken bottles littering his room. He hides it good enough, he thinks. He thinks he does, until Wayne comes crashing into his room, the third bottle of whisky in his hand. Wayne breaks it against his wall and Eddie cries. It was so expensive.

He promises he'll get better.

He does. He does for a while.

Steve helps. Robin helps. The kids help.

And then—

Well.

It breaks.

It breaks the same way Dick Harrington's wine closet breaks, and Eddie feels dirty and useless as he uses his boyfriend's baseball bat— the same one that has saved their lives time and time again— to get him alcohol.

He doesn't really care. One sip and it'll all be gone.

(He cares.)

Eddie's not sure what pushes him back, if it's the writings on the walls, littered all over town or the heaviness of the truth. The truth that he was nothing but a burden. That he should've died that night in Dustin's arms and into nothingness.

Steve finds him like that, and Eddie hates himself for doing it to him twice. Hates that he made Steve go through it twice. Hates that Steve used the same rhythm twice to give him chest compressions. Hates that Steve has cried over almost losing him twice.

Eddie wakes up in the hospital and he's nothing but bones and meat.

Steve forgives him. But his eyes are sunken and his lips are bleeding.

Dustin doesn't visit him. At least he doesn't get to see Eddie like this.

(It doesn't give him any comfort.)

Steve and Wayne talk to him.

Eddie goes to some kind of facility.

It's not working. It's some kind of fucking bullshit.

(It doesn't work that way. Healing is like building blocks. One block at a time.)

Eddie gets out six months later.

He doesn't go back to Hawkins.

The whole Party picks him up.

(It's okay. It's not home. It was never home. It has always been the people.)

"Hey, you going to bed?" Eddie looks up at the voice. Some sitcom is playing in the background. The only light in the room is the light the TV emits.

Eddie yawns, "Yeah, I'll be right behind you, sweetheart."

Steve smiles at him, and it's like being showered with sunlight in the dark. He moves forward to kiss the crown of Eddie's head and it makes him feel like royalty, "Alright. I'll see you there, love."

Without Steve in the room, it's dark. It's only him and himself. Eddie shuts the TV off, walking slowly to the kitchen.

The coin digs into his palm, the familiar inscription sharp and throbbing. A constant daily reminder.

Eddie opens the fridge.

There's orange juice.

There's always orange juice on the fridge.

He takes the orange juice, drinking it out of the carton. Letting the magical juice heal him once again.

(It doesn't work that way.)

He closes the fridge, and a polaroid taped on the fridge catches his eyes.

It was taken on Eddie's 23rd birthday. Everybody was smiling around him, all toothy smiles and laughs as he blows the cake.

(There's orange juice. There's always orange juice in the other room and in Hawkins and in Boston and in Chicago and in California and in Indianapolis.)

(Maybe it doesn't work that way, but having orange juice does help.)

Eddie flips the coin and slaps it on the back of his hand.

(1 year.)

(One day at a time. Like building blocks.)

[howlingday]

Tangy as Whisper, Harder than STOP

Ruby: Hey! Hey! Hey, Blake!

Blake: Hm? Yeah, Ruby?

Ruby: You know that drink you had on Schneeter?

Ruby: I think it was called a BLOWJOB. Was it good?

Blake: Yes! It's so good! Blowjob is really good!

Yang: BUH-BUH-BUH-BUH- WHAT?!

Ruby: I've been trying to find it, but I don't know if Vale has blowjob. I was asking all over Vale, "How can I get blowjob?" and the people at the story were like, "I don't know" and I was like-

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Blake: Oh my god!

Ruby: It looks good, though!

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Ruby: What? Wait, where's everybody going?

Yang: OHOHOH GOD!

Ruby: What's going on?

Yang: (Shaking Blake) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT DID YOU TEACH HER?!

Blake: It's a normal drink!

Yang: YOU WENT TO THE STORE AND ASKED FOR A "BLOWJOB"?!

Blake: IT WAS A BAR! YOU GO TO THE BAR FOR A BLOWJOB! NOT A STORE!

Yang: BUT SHE WENT TO A STORE AND ASKED FOR A BLOWJOB!

Weiss: Wait. Wait. Hold on. Hold on. It's a drink?

Blake: WHAT THE FUCK, WEISS- (Bonk!)

Yang: (Holding Horny Bat™️)

Ruby: I went to the store-

Yang: I mean, technically speaking, you are drinking something. I'm just saying.

Weiss: I just wanna know if it's an actual drink called "blowjob".

Ruby: Yeah, yeah, it's like a pudding kinda drink with whipped cream.

Blake: Yes!

Weiss: Nonononononono- That's cock.

Yang: (PANIC)

Blake: I'll send you what a blowjob looks like, okay? I had a blowjob and it tastes so good. Like- (BONK!)

Yang: (Holding Horny Bat™️) You asked for a blowjob at a store?

Ruby: Yeah! I went to the cashier and I asked them, "Do you know if you sell blowjobs?", and they said I don't know, so then they looked up on their scroll-

Yang:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA