#those rings i wanna SUCK EM OFF

[100jewels-between-teeth]

Fic idea where Rook removes every ring with their teeth

I'm staring impolitely. Lewdly you could say

My hand kink returning full force guys I'm cooked

[jojissalsa]

husband!leon drabble

hear me out, cause i have an idea :3 (yes this is a drabble but also kinda long...)

cw: housewife kink, very slight condescension, praise, oral, breeding kink, ya get the gist. (minors do not interact, go touch grass.)

i cannot get my mind off husband!leon, like... at all, i feel like he'd love to pamper you. you need your hair trimmed? when and where. going somewhere special? he'll immediately take you shopping. his favorite is when you wanna get your nails done, he'll just hand you that sleek black credit card. i mean, it's not like he doesn't have the money. he has to deal with the worst horrors this shitty world could conjure up, so all he wants at the end of the day is to see your pretty smile.

it's all he can think about at work. everyone notices how distracted he seems, constantly checking his phone for possible pictures or any kind of update. he's so glad he doesn't have much work to do that day, so he can be home before you. and when you finally unlock the door he has to stop himself from running to you like an excited dog happy to see his owner.

and you know he's excited, as much as he tries to hide it as you walk over to the couch where he's sitting, plopping down right next to him and nuzzling into his side. "you like 'em?" you hold out your hand, a smug smirk on your face as he takes your hand. "it's pretty.." he whispers in awe, a loving expression on your face. usually he's the type to wanna lay on your chest, having your nails graze his scalp so he can finally relax. he knows you love it too, like he's a big lap dog you can watch movies with.

he feels a lil different tonight though, maybe he's just pent up, but all he can think about is your pretty, delicate hand wrapped around his cock, your lipstick smeared around your mouth and making rings on the length of his cock. and you know he's thinking about something, because he moves his hand up yours before grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm against his cock.

"feel that? that's what you do to me, so damn sweet. you and that needy cunt is all i can think about. c'mere, wanna see those pretty hands jerk me off." you don't waste any time moving your head into his lap as he pulls down his sweats, your hands finding their place at the base of his cock and cupping his balls, your tongue already lapping at his tip, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. he looks so fucking hot like this, legs spread, arm resting on the back of the couch while his hand moves down your back and under your leggings, determined to feel more of you. you're always such a good girl when you sink your mouth lower on his cock, tip hitting the back of your throat which makes his hips buck and his head tilt back as he groans.

"i got so lucky, pretty wife that knows how to suck dick. so eager for me to touch you, huh? need my fingers to fill up that tight pussy, don't you, honey? can't answer with a mouthful of cock, can you?" leon can never help himself, he has to be a little smug, because he landed such a hot piece of ass and he's more than confident about you belonging to him completely. how you stop everything you're doing to please him. how can he not pay back the favor? he pulls your leggings down to your thighs along with your panties, coating his fingers in your slick before slipping his fingers inside your welcoming pussy. you clench around his thick fingers when you feel the cold metal of his wedding band, and it only makes him smile wider.

like i said, he really does love to pamper you. make you feel pretty all the time, because you are. you may not think you are all the time, but he sure as shit does. pretty enough to carry his baby, too. "such a pretty girl, you'd look even more beautiful with my baby inside you." you whimper around his cock, pulling your head up to stroke him so you can catch your breath. "like that one, hmm? you always walk around looking like a fucking milf, so damn sexy with those tight jeans and cute heels i buy for you." you knew he was a family man, wanted at least two kids, but damn he did not have to make the idea sound that fucking hot.

and you let him, he could give you a whole bloodline and you'd do it with a smile. letting him fuck his huge load of cum into your tight cunt, those pretty nails digging into his back as your legs keep him pumping his cum inside you. "atta girl, can't wait to see that pregnancy test. gonna keep you here and take good care of you, promise." he lets you come back down to reality as he leans up, getting a good view of your blissed out smile, humming contently as you look up at him. "you won't have to lift a single finger with me around, trust me."

[poppy-metal]

Patrick reacting to you eating his ass for the first time i know that hoe would end up pushing your head in and grabbing u there just the nastiest of nasties

hes a freak, no preamble, you're licking over his sack and he pushes your head down, testing "lower, baby. you know where i want that mouth" - and there's nothing submissive about the act, either - "you fucking dirty slut -" spreading his thick muscular thighs and pressing you further between his cheeks with a hand at the back of your head. "tongue that hole just like that, fuck yes -"

god he loves how fucking low you'll go to please him, that sweet pretty thing you were when you met him all pristine and untouched - fucking going crosseyed with your tongue buried in his asshole with your nose happily smushed against his sack. he grips his cock and jerks it furiously at the sight of you, that getting him off more than the wet lashing around his rim - he'll push you as far as you'll go - squeezing himself so he doesn't pop a nut right then and there - "suck on it. pout those pretty lips around it and suck - awwww, fuck - you like that? you like eating my hairy ass?"

you drool around his hole, tonguing and sucking the tight little ring into your mouth like he asked - pulling back to moan and whine "yes, daddy fuck - am i doing good?"

and you're so fucking sweet, with your chin dripping spit from licking him out and your big eyes pleading for praise, his cock is drooling fluid, thick and pulsing in his fist. he strokes himself once languidly, "can fucking see how good you are right here, baby." he winds a fist in your hair, tugging you back - "give my balls some love now. wanna feel you make em' bounce on that little tongue."

you dive back in - he thinks you're probably obsessed with his balls, the way you work around them needs to be studied in a lab - dragging the heavy sack into your wet mouth and bathing them in your spit filled pallet, immediately laving your tongue on the underside so that the twin balls swish around-

patricks head falls back - hand pumping over his raging hard cock with a deep groan - when he looks back down its to be greeted with the sight of your hand reached between your body and his - arm moving, and his dick twitches at the wet sound your fingers make sliding in and out of your pussy -

god, your pussy - patricks obsession is probably stronger than yours with his balls on that front - he could probably cum from you eating his ass, switching back and forth from tonguing his hole to worshipped his full balls - but he much prefers shooting his loads inside your cunt - inside your mouth, too - but your cunt - the slick wet feel of you squeezing down around him -

"shit - that's enough-" he tugs you back, nearly passes the fuck out when you suck on his sack and let it slowly plop wetly out of your mouth as you're drawn away from your prize - "need you on my dick."

you're more than eager to comply with that, scrambling up his hard body until you're on his lap - your hands bracing on his strong shoulders, patrick holds himself steady, watching between your legs as you start to lower yourself down around him - sinking that velvet soft cunt around his cock.

"oh, fuck." he grunts. wraps an arm around your waist and drags you flat against his body. his other hand reaches down and grips your ass - palming one globe as he starts to shift you up and down his thick length - "god, you're so wet. such a sloppy little hole for daddy -"

he sucks your tits into his mouth, licking over your hard nipples as you whine and get bounced on his cock. a ragdoll for his pleasure.

"did you get this wet from eating my ass or sucking my balls? fuck - you were so good - such a hot little slut for me -" your pussy is milking him as you're punched up and down, your mouths open and wet and pressed sloppy together, a crude mockery of a kiss - his fingers gripping your ass sneak between your crack and you gasp when you feel his fingers brush over your tight pucker. "gonna let me eat yours after? you have - fuck - the sweetest ass, baby. wanna break you open -"

"whatever -" you hiccup "whatever you want, daddy, yeah, yeah, yeah -"

he licks into your mouth. hooks his thumb into your ass to tug on the rim as he drags you bodily on his plunging dick. "good girl," he pants, sounding proud and close to coming. "that's my good fucking girl."

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 2

one || three || four

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: various x gn!reader [ hinata, bokuto, kuroo ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, hinata’s is SUPER long lol mild objectification, bo and kuroo’s are criminally the shortest ones i’ve written so far ugh (but they get the point across), and I think that’s it :D

notes: first of all, can i just say THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH ♡♡♡ i did not expect that headcanon to blow up, so i will do my very best to make the following ones just as juicy and entertaining for y'all :))) special thanks to @melanatedkink for helping out with this, she helps bring out my inner whore lol hope you guys enjoy !!

notes ii: didn't want the situations to get too repetitive, so these may take me a little longer for the other characters i do in the future, but i appreciate the love and patience for the series thus far !!! you guys are awesome

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

HINATA knew all about the list. Being the social butterfly he was, it would be impossible for the topic not to come up in conversation, especially since a lot of his friends were on it. He found it interesting, to say the least, but never really took the whole thing too seriously. It was just for shits and giggles after all, right?

During a water break in the gym, Hinata aimed for his mouth while squeezing the bottle. Most made it inside, but the rest dripped down his chin. Thinking nothing of it, the spiker used the bottom of his jersey to wipe his face dry, be it water or sweat. And even though it was for a split second, it was more than enough time for the damage to be done to the hearts of those chilling up by the railing on the first level. Beneath the LEDs, in all their sinful glory, were Shoyo Hinata’s nipple piercings. 

The gates of heaven have opened, and the choir sings a hymn. But, along came Satan, as he rubbed his seedy hands together in mischief. The groupies were shellshocked and knew they must alert the masses, eyeing their prey all the way until the end of practice. This caught the attention of a certain blonde setter, who brought it to Hinata’s attention right off the bat as they cleaned up the court.

“Oi. Don’t wanna alarm ya or anythin’, but…those spectators up there been eye-ballin’ you for quite a while. Could be trouble.”

The tangerine gave a confused grin, looking over his shoulder in their direction. Sure enough, their eyes never wavered, not even after being caught. However, he merely shrugged it off. “It’s probably nothing.”

Atsumu hummed, skeptically. Though, he didn’t push it any further.

Once they were dismissed and sent to the showers, by the time Hinata was done he'd be the only one left in the locker room. He had to take his time and be extra careful not to bump his piercings, still kinda sensitive. Kageyama offered to stay behind so they could walk back together, "HINATA-BOKE, HURRY UP BEFORE I LEAVE YOUR SLOW ASS IN HERE."

But, Hinata politely declined. "SUCK A DICK, BAKAYAMA. I'm going over [_____]'s tonight, so go on ahead!"

With a nod, the stoic setter took his leave. "Cool. Tell 'em I said hey. See you tomorrow."

"See ya tomorrow!"

And then, all was quiet.

The only sounds filling the space were the running water, his humming, and the flickering overhead lights. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, Hinata heard the sound of his phone ringing in his bag. His tired expression soon melted into joy at the cheesy love song he used as your ringtone.

Pressing the answer button, Hinata greeted you with his face all in the camera, and a bright, "Hi, [_____]!!~ You here already?"

Your eyes were on the road but you grinned, adoringly. "Hi, Sho. And, no, almost there though. I stopped by the canteen to grab some dinner. Know how hungry you get after practice."

"Mmm, starved. You're an angel, angel."

Staying on the call as he changed, the two of you conversed about each other's day as normal. However, when the topic of those groupies eventually came up, it instantly made you tense. Even though most of his fans were harmless, there were still a few rotten apples in the bunch that made you wary. "God, don’t tell me they asked you to spike their ass like a ball again."

Hinata snorted, throwing on a clean shirt, "That wasn't me, remember? That was Sakusa-san. Never seen him look so horrified." You laughed, having recalled. "But, according to 'tsumu-san, they hardly took their eyes off me tonight.”

“That’s old news, babe. Those vultures are always watching you.”

“Not always-”

"ALWAYS." You affirmed, pulling up to the building. Parking outside the doors, you teasingly said, "We can continue talking about how wrong you are in the car, I’m outside. And hurry, the food's gonna get cold."

"Yes, boss," he chuckled, gathering up his things. Throwing the duffle over his shoulder, Hinata made haste for the lobby, making sure to turn the lights off behind him. “See you in a minute, sunshine.~”

With that he hung up, walking with a spring in his step. He had a surprise for you, and couldn’t wait to finally show them off later. Now that the piercings had healed enough, Hinata couldn’t fight the obscene images clouding his mind of all the things you’d do once you saw them. It made him dizzy just thinking about it…

Unfortunately, someone would beat him to the punch. Or, more specifically, something.

‘Shoyo Hinata. 5’6ft sweetheart, and a ball of energy who’ll light up any room he walks into. He may look all innocent, but clearly, we’ve been underestimating him. Kinda has everyone wondering what other piercings he may be hiding…and where.~ What he may lack in height, he makes up for in girth. Expect to go for several rounds back to back, ‘cause he’s got STAMINA. This man will also be very vocal—Talk you through an orgasm, how good you make him feel, dirty-talk, begging, you name it—He is BIG on communication. He's also a cuddler, after-care will be disgustingly sweet, and pillow talk will be a must. 100/10.’

Wow. You suspected those parasites were up to no good, but never would’ve expected this. The picture attached to the thread was of your boyfriend, mid-air from blocking a ball, with his arms straight up. As he was coming down, his shirt was coming up, exposing his whole torso. It was a little blurry, but whoever took the photo zoomed in enough to where you could easily make out the silver on his nipples.

You pursed your lips, uncertain on how to feel. On one hand, you were kinda annoyed they, let alone the whole campus, got to see them before you even knew about them. But, on the horny hand…

“Hey, gorgeous!” Hinata exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. He had opened the back door, and threw his bag on the seat before eagerly joining you in the front. Leaning across the console to give you a kiss, he was taken aback when you stopped him, placing a finger on his lips. “Mmm?”

You gave him a blank look, making him a little nervous. He was just on the phone with you and things were totally fine, what could’ve possibly changed in the five minutes it took him to get to the car? Hinata didn’t have to ponder for long, though. Not when you used that very same finger to hook around his collar, yanking it downward. He yelped, pulling away in the last second, but his reflexes couldn’t save him this time.

You confirmed it with your own eyes now.

“I uh—…T-Those are…,” he spluttered, scratching his cheek. You happily watched him squirm, arms crossed with a knowing grin on your face. Hinata sweat-dropped. ��I-I was gonna t-tell you, I swear, but I wanted them to heal a little before I did, so that you could…”

“Could what, Sho?”

His face was pure vermilion. With a huff, Hinata whined, “How’d you even find out? I had a whole thing planned and everything! Was it Bakayama? Did he tell you?? Dammit, I knew I should’ve asked someone else to come with me to the appointment!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t Kageyama. I told you so, those vultures are always watching.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll tell you later. For now,” you reached over again, this time with both hands as lithe fingertips slid underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, trailing up the smooth skin until you brushed against the perked nubs. Hinata twitched, immediately biting back a moan as you began teasing them at once. If he got any redder, he’d surely pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Luckily, it was also rushing elsewhere. “Let’s hurry and get you back to mine’s, hm?"

"...S-So I uhn," he keened when you lightly tugged on one, hand reflexively grabbing your wrist, but not to stop you. His eyes fluttered as he let you feel him up as much as you pleased, mouth hung open as he began panting like a dog. "...I take it y-you like them, then?"

"Oh, baby, I love 'em. Best investment ever, honestly. Can't wait to put them in my mouth," you sighed dreamily, gently pinching to elicit a moan from the ginger. Music to your ears. From the look on his face, he could probably cum from this feeling alone. You pulled away at the thought, smirking as he instantly began protesting.

"Aht, not so fast, we still gotta eat. But, don't worry. You'll get your dessert."

Homie nodded so quick, you were sure he gave himself whiplash. Adorable.

By the end of a very long night full of debauchery, you eventually told him about the list and how exactly you found out about the piercings. And you know what? He couldn’t even be mad. At least it wasn't Kageyama.

“Oh! He says ‘hey’ by the way.”

Now, BOKUTO thought he knew about the list. But after the whole…misunderstanding with Akaashi, it turned out he knew absolutely nothing. Granted, how he felt about it didn’t really change after his friends spent over an hour explaining it to him. If anything, it fueled his distaste for it even more. When he showed up on your doorstep looking absolutely distraught, fat tears rolling down his face as he proclaimed his unwavering devotion to you, you only needed one guess. 

‘Kotaro Bokuto. 6’2ft of GAWD DAMN. He's sweet, confident, and R E S P E C T F U L?? We love a triple threat. Not to mention how MASSIVE he is, and don’t even get me started on his ass. Would literally be unable to keep my hands to myself, just saying. Like how you see him dominate the volleyball court, the same could be said for the bedroom, without a doubt. Bokuto loves to give, but he’s also a taker. Definitely gives off Switch with service Dom tendencies. Plus he’s greedy. He doesn’t care if you already came four times, give him some more!!! ∞/10. He is beyond the standard. Argue with the wall.’ 

You remembered reading it while taking a break from studying, merely brushing it off. It was only a matter of time he’d end up on their radar, you had prepared for it since the list first started circulating around campus. Frankly, you had completely forgotten about it; up until now. 

“Ko, baby, please calm down-”

“I don’t care how many people wanna touch my ass! They can’t have it, it’s for you to touch and nobody else!” 

You quickly pulled him into your room before he screamed any more embarrassing stuff in the hallway, knowing your neighbors probably recognized his voice by now. The last thing you wanted was another noise complaint, your RA already despised his visits enough to consider banning him altogether–Whether or not they had the authority, you’d rather not find out today. 

Once behind the safety of a closed door, the behemoth of a man came crashing down to his knees, arms circling around your midriff as he buried himself in your stomach. You jumped slightly as your room shook from the sudden action, deeply exhaling in order to reconfigure your thinning patience. Taking a page from Akaashi’s book, you knew getting snippy with Bokuto while he was in this state would only worsen it, so you approached cautiously. 

“Ko,” you cooed, reaching down to caress his deflated hair. He sniffled, hugging you closer in response. Gently, you pushed him far enough to see his face, wiping away the tears as you offered him a soft smile. “Look at me, do I look upset to you?”

Bokuto took a moment to search your eyes, then shook his head.

“Exactly. Which means you don’t need to be, you’ve done nothing wrong. Now stand up, I’m sure that drop hurt your knees, didn’t it?” 

He sniffled once more, then nodded. Slightly embarrassed, Bokuto stumbled back up to his full height, and sure enough, his knees were red. You tsked, gesturing to your desk chair for him to sit on while you fetched an ice pack from your fridge. 

“Although I appreciate the reassurance, I already knew you were on the list, babe.” 

Bokuto’s head shot up from looking at the floor, mood instantly doing a one-eighty as he gaped at you in shock. “HUH? Why didn’t you say anything to me about it?”

“I didn’t think you cared,” you replied, chuckling. “It’s been up for weeks. I figured you saw it and just ignored it, or something. Besides, I’ve gotten used to people openly expressing their attraction to you, so it wasn’t anything new.” 

“You shouldn’t have to get used to it! People need to respect our relationship, no matter how fantastic I am!” 

You snorted, but couldn’t help the chuckle. Returning with an ice pack, you kneeled by his legs and placed the cooling relief upon the irritated skin. “Mm, you are pretty fantastic. But, I don’t mind the attention you get, Ko. Because I know I’m the lucky one who gets you all to myself.” 

Bokuto beamed down at you, lower lip quivering at the praise. 

Effortlessly, he swooped you up from the floor and held you in his lap, the ice pack long forgotten as it slipped out your hands. With a loving squeeze, Bokuto nuzzled into the side of your neck, forcing soft giggles out of you from the ticklish feeling as you hugged him back. You felt so warm in his embrace, and he smelled like home. Even if you’d never say such corny things out loud, the way you melted in his arms was enough for him to know exactly how you felt; it was mutual.

"Plus, you can get a bit intense. They wouldn't last the night."

"Hey, hey, hey, you got that right," Bokuto grinned, smugly. "No one could ever handle me as well as you do, baby owl..." he purred, warm breath fanning over the skin of your shoulder, signaling goosebumps up your arms. You hummed in thought, snuggling in closer, whilst also not-so-accidentally grinding back against the flag pole in his sweats. He grunted, hips jerking upward in surprise.

"Hm, I dunno. It's been a while, I may have forgotten how."

Bokuto chuckled at the tease, the vibrations deep within his chest as he squeezed you a little tighter. You bit your lip to hold in your giddiness as his large hands began to wander, feeling a different kind of warmth as he began to overwhelm your senses. Trailing wet kisses from your shoulder to the side of your face, he playfully nipped at your cheek, eliciting a tiny squeal from you as you wiggled in his hold. And doing so only made you grind back on him even more.

His breathing grew heavier with each passing second, letting out a guttural groan before he flipped you around, making you straddle him. To anyone else, experiencing his sudden mood changes would've given them whiplash. Just moments prior, he'd been on his knees, crying with his head buried in your stomach like it was the end of the world. Now, he looked about five seconds from being on his knees for a different reason. For you, it was just another Wednesday.

"That so? How 'bout I remind you then?"

KUROO thought the list was the most hilarious thing to ever occur on campus, hands down one of his go-to's for entertainment when he’s bored. 

Like right now. 

The lecture dragged on for what felt like forever, the professor mumbling about absolutely nothing of value as everyone in the class busied themselves with whatever would keep them awake. Some played games on their laptops pretending to take notes, while others blatantly chatted with their deskmates.

With an airpod in, Kuroo had you on facetime in the corner of his screen so that you could keep each other company while he scrolled through social media, and you put away dishes. You tried to convince him to leave the class early, "Clearly you aren't paying attention, so you might as well."

"Unfortunately, he only counts attendance if you sign your name on the exit sheet at the very end of the lecture. So leaving early's out of the question." He muttered. You hummed in understanding, then chortled.

"Oh. Sucks to be you, then."

Kuroo glared half-heartedly at you, but it completely softened at the sound of your laughter, despite it being at his expense. He kissed his teeth after checking the time, mildly annoyed that he still had less than ten minutes. “Why’d you even take the course if you couldn’t care less about it?”

“I needed another elective. And…Kenma was the one who recommended it. Said it’d be an easy pass.”

“And you believed him?” Cue another round of your laughter.

He grumbled, off-screen for you but clearly pouting as he chose to ignore your question. No matter, his silence was answer enough.

With a mere shake of your head, you continued putting away dishes on your end. Kuroo, on the other hand, found himself stumbling upon something that perked him up instantly. After refreshing the feed for more mindless content, the user-handle he knew all too well showed itself like a beacon of hope, beckoning him with the promise of filling the next ten minutes with something way more interesting than…whatever this class was about.

@/FckIt22.

After the last fiasco with Bokuto, then later on Kenma, the ravenette contemplated blocking them. As golden as those situations were, something told him that deep down he could be next. But, it was days like this he was glad he didn’t. His boredom was becoming unbearable…and it was so tempting. What harm could it do to look at this one little upda—“HAH?!”

‘Tetsurou Kuroo. 6’2ft gentleman that you’d proudly take home to mom, and even get your father’s approval. With his charm and roguish good looks, it's no wonder his reputation screams 'playboy'. But, he can’t fool me. I know what he is. A whole SUB, no sandwich. I’m sure being as tall as he is, and how he carries himself, people automatically assume he’s a Dom. False. If you’re looking to be dominated, keep looking. Kuroo wants to be babied, told he’s a good boy, and edged until he nearly passes out. Definitely a little brat, but his hair defies gravity for a reason, PULL ON IT. Boss him around, take control, and watch him literally melt in your hands. 8/10 because he's also a stubborn mofo. Literally would pay to see this man cry from overstimulation ugh.’ 

Kuroo shot out of his seat, practically piercing right through the air of humdrum. He not only startled you, but the entire lecture hall including the professor. Comically slapping a hand over his mouth, Kuroo’s face immediately began to burn from not only his outburst but also at the fact that his karma came way sooner than he was prepared for...

He wanted nothing more than for the ceiling to collapse on him and him only.

“Tetsu?? Are you okay, what happened?? Hello??”

"U-Uh, I'll call you back." He squeaked, double-tapping his airpod to end the call.

The professor crossed his arms, "Mr. Tetsurou. I understand that my lecture may not be the most enjoyable part of your day, but I would appreciate it if you endured it for just," the professor checks his watch, "six more minutes. Is that alright with you?"

Before he could even open his mouth to give an excuse, a chorus of vibrations, dings, and whistles from various phones instantly made the business major shrivel up. Next thing he knew, what used to be a room full of the undead was now livelier than ever before. Kuroo could feel every single one of their searing gazes; like being an insect under a microscope.

"Bro, this you?" A student sitting behind him leaned forward, phone in hand as he shoved it in Kuroo's face. The picture stared back at him, smugly grinning and shirtless as he ironically thirst-trapped the camera. Out of all the pictures…

He internally cringed. "U-Uhh..."

"Please, everyone settle down, so we can continue-" The professor attempted to redirect focus, but he had already lost it way before all this happened. A few more students jumped straight into bombarding him with questions, eager to push for more info now that this supposed new side of him had been revealed.

“Whoa, how much of this is true??”

“Kuroo-san, I’ll happily baby you!~”

“Aw man, thought for sure you’d be the type to take control, not give it up. What a bummer. No offense.”

He absolutely took offense to that.

With no help from the professor, as he tried and failed to recollect everyone's attention, Kuroo thought of the next best course of action to get him out of this sticky situation. Jumping out a two-story window didn't sound so bad, and the broken bones would be a great distraction from the suffocating feeling of public humiliation.

In the midst of all the theories and queries being thrown at him from every angle, his phone went off multiple times. Mostly from you, but the rest were no doubt the groupchat clowning him once they caught wind of the news. The guys weren't gonna let him live this one down, that's for certain. And to make matters worse...he still had four long minutes left in the class.

He exhaled, "Should've blocked 'em when I had the chance..."

Gathering up his stuff, Kuroo used his long legs to evade the ever-growing crowd of prodding students, all most likely not even caring about the post itself, but more so just wanting to kill class time; he refused to be a scapegoat.

Marching right up to the professor, who gave up trying to round up the class, the rooster-head mustered up the most pathetic look possible to evoke sympathy outta the wrinkly man. "Hey, so uh… may I please be excused a little early for this one time, sir? I'd really hate to be such a distraction from your insightful lecture-"

"Just go, Mr. Tetsurou." Didn't need to tell him twice.

As soon as he made it to your dorm, you could imagine his shock that his friends were already there, waiting as if they knew he'd come running straight to you. You offered him a teasing grin, shrugging as you said, “They came for…emotional support.”

He didn't know if he was mortified or mortified—Yaku, Yamamoto, Bokuto, Akaashi, hell, even Kenma rolled out of bed, wrapped in a blanket burrito and all, just to see the look on his best friend's face. He grinned, sardonically, then patted the empty spot on the couch right next to him. "Welcome to the club. We've been expecting you."

Oh, he was definitely blocking that godforsaken list now. And finding a new elective.

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[artificialbreezy]

AN: this has been in my head for days, weeks, months even. then @as-above-so-below1000 brought it up and i said fuck it i’m posting this.

CW: somno (i swear both parties consented before never fear) husband matt gets his own warning, dirty talk (Matt the yapologist), some pet names. the usual breezy shit

Taglist - @thefallennightmare @xxkittenkissesxx @as-above-so-below1000 @abiomens @alloraiona @itsafullmoon @english-fucker @shilohrosechicken

You can join the taglist here.

WC - 929

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

You always told Matty, once there were those 2 rings sitting on your finger you didn’t care what he did. The first month of marriage was sweet, soft, loving. enjoying each other's company as much as possible before he had to leave again. you never minded, this was his job and you loved him anyway. 3 days was all this time, not bad at all. 

When he texted you that his flight got delayed and he’d be home around 3am, you were determined to stay awake. Kiss your husband, tell him how much you missed him and listen to him ramble about the shows. But when you put on Totoro at 2, you accepted fate and fell asleep on the couch. You’d definitely hear him come in. 

Matt was met with no dogs and no little wife when he walked into the house. Just the subtle sounds of the totoro credits. 

Setting his bag down, and kicking his shoes off he worked his way towards the living room. He smiled to himself when he saw his wife on the couch, half on the throw pillow, his old bloodline shirt and some knee high socks. 

She looks so soft, he thought to himself while he bent down to rest his hand on the soft of your bare thigh. 

Moving his hand slowly towards the inner part of her thigh, watching her body automatically adjust to his touch. The soft hum that came out of her mouth was all he needed. 

“Hi, pretty. Missed you so much,” his hand moved slowly to the inside of your thigh. Soft circles, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. His hand moving up and stopping right at your clothed core. “Gonna show you how much I missed you, bet she’s crying for me. Can't just leave her needy.” 

His hands ran across the lace on the band of your panties, debating with himself if he should keep them on you or ruin them. Moving down, he stopped before he could pull them away. Pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “love you, so much.” He saw your eyes flutter open, “Matty?” smiling up at you he spoke - “Hi baby, go back to sleep. Just loving on you a little.” Your eyes closed with a soft hum, signaling he could continue. 

He presses his nose against your core and inhales, “fuck - this is what heaven is huh?” His tongue licks a stripe upwards, pressing a kiss to your clit. Groaning against you as you grind against him. He watches your sleep ridden state tremble against his mouth. He pulls back a little, and runs his finger through your folds before slowly pushing his finger into your crying hole. “Jesus baby, don't think you even needed to be stretched out first,” he spoke while he started to curve his finger upwards. 

His eyes were trained on your cunt swallowing his finger, nothing was more attractive to him than you sucking him in anytime he wanted to feel you. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the soft whimper fall from your mouth. “Mmmm, Matty-” as your hips started moving against his hand. 

“What baby?” His tone was loving, soft. He looked up to see your eyes heavy, cheeks flushed. You've never been more pretty, than right now. “You need more?” Nodding your head, “please, ” your eyes starting to close again. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, tapping gently “cmon, open your eyes pretty. Wanna see ‘em when I sink into you. Can go back to bed after that.” 

He pulled his shorts down just enough so his cock was freed, he brought his hand closer to his mouth and spit. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked himself once before lining himself with your entrance. “Matty-” he cut you off by pushing just the tip in. “There you go, c'mon honey, relax for me. Gotta let me in.” He watched you take a breath, as he sank further in. 

“Look at you, sucking me right in now. She missed me huh? God, you're such a mess.” He groaned as he ruts his cock against you. He pulls his hips out, before driving in again. “Fuck, squeezin’ me so good. Look at that, you just open up for me huh?”

You nod, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth. 

He moves forward, pressing his lips against yours. There’s no fight, he’s taking full control. He bucks his hips a little harder than usual, just enough that you gasp into his kiss. Giving him full access to explore the inside of your mouth. 

He bites down on your lips, “missed you so much honey, so fucking much. Never leaving you again, you’re coming with me from now on.” 

His hands falls in between you two, starts rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud. 

“You can cum, don’t gotta ask. Wanna feel it baby. Need to feel it, yeah? Please honey, i’m so close.” 

There’s no words that fall from your mouth, just frantic nodding and a whine. 

“Fuck, you’re close huh? Cmon, give it to me. I’m right here. Be my good little wife,” you cut him off with your lips against his. Grinding harder against him. With a groan, he stills his movements. Coating your walls with him. 

“Missed you so fucking much, honey bee. Gonna clean you up, go back to sleep. I’m right here.” He presses a soft kiss to your head and that was all you needed before sleep took over again.

[kaylinlmfao]

Okay so you know the Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!reader where he finds out she pregnant, can you do a part to if it?

the abortion (2/3)

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark, suggestive

warning(s): smut, rough angry smut, sub space, orgasm denial/control, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy, ownership kink, dom ethan being a cocky tease, choking, slapping, bondage, just really dirty and nasty in general, RAPE/NON CON, degradation, ethan is super experienced like a fuckboy

pairing(s): dom!ghostface!dark!toxic!ethan landry x sub!shy!reader

A/N: thank you guys so much for all the requests that have been coming in! please, keep em coming. any idea you have, no matter how dark it is, I'll write it. but just know, I'm mainly into writing for ethan (or tara and sam) and the sturniolo triplets so if you request someone or something not those people, it might take me a little bit longer to get to them but they will be written. it'll just take a bit longer. but keep the requests coming, I love them! reblogs are much appreciated but please don't repost my original work on other platforms without giving credit! I might do another part to this but idk yet. enjoy!

I bang and pound on his back as i scream for him to put me down. "ethan! put me down right now! I don't want to "try again" you idiot! I didn't want a baby in the first place! we're only teenagers. you fucking-" he cuts off my screams by slamming me on the bed, hand gripping your throat. "fucking what, y/n? hm?" my vision was hazy as I stared into his dark eyes. "bitch" I say, spitting in his face and then starting to kick and fight him to get him off of me. I felt his leg buckle as I kicked his kneecap and I took the opportunity to roll off the bed and run to the door. as I were running, he grabbed my ankle, pulling hard causing me to fall. I let out a cry of pain and he stood and walked over to me.

"sweetheart, I want a baby so we can be together forever. what don't you understand?" "I understand that you are a demented motherfucker who deserves nothing in life." "you're making this much more difficult than it needs to be, princess. I was gonna fuck you slow and romantic on the nice soft mattress, but you pissed me off. so now you get a rough hard fuck on the floor. we could've prevented all of this if you would just listen to me" he told me, looking at me in a way that made me almost forget what he was gonna fuck me for.

i back away as he pulled his belt off with one hand, knowing what was coming. "give me your wrists now, y/n" "no! fuck you!" i shout. "what did I say? you're just making me angrier." he grabs both my wrists in one veiny ring clad hand and wraps the belt in sort of a handcuffs thing. "get off of me ethan please. we can't raise a child." he ignores me as he begins to pull my shorts off. I whimper when I see him pull a knife out of his pocket. "ethan please" "you begging just makes me wanna stuff you with my cum even more sweetheart" i hold back a moan at his words as he cuts my shirt, bra, and panties off, laughing at the goosebumps that cover my skin at his touch.

he immediately takes one of my nipples into his mouth and starts roughly sucking and biting it. I barely hold back a moan as he travels down toward my navel and then past, to where I need him most. he chuckles lowly when he sees how wet i am. "oh princess. you're soaked. do you need me that bad? you're awful wet for someone who doesn't want this." "I don't want you ethan" "so you don't want me to do this?" he asks. I gasp as his lips meet my clit and my eyes nearly roll back into my skull as I feel a rush of pleasure.

"or this?" my clit is sucked into his mouth and I make a pornographic sound I've never heard before. "how about this, mhm?" I shake uncontrollably as he sucks hard on my clit, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth as I get closer to the edge. he plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, in and out so fast that I can't see. right as I'm about to fall over the edge, he pulls his tongue out and backs away. I let out a loud sob as tears slip down my cheeks from being so close to my orgasm and then getting it snatched away. "oh poor baby. don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you. I'll fill my cock in you so deep you won't be able to breathe. you won't be able to do anything but scream and take what I give you. and you'll love it."

"please! please!" he tears his shirt off and I stare at his muscular upper body while he takes his pants off. I see his dick flap up and hit his stomach. I forgot how big and wide he was. at the sight of his cock and the way my pussy was throbbing so hard I almost was crying, every rational thought flew straight out of my head and all I could think of was getting his dick inside of me. "I fucking-" i scream in pleasure as ethan pushes his entire length into my pussy in one thrust. he's pounding into me so fast and I have no time to adjust, it burns. but I fucking love it.

ethan lifts my legs over his shoulders and now the deeper angle he is at he's hitting my g-spot with every thrust. my breaths keep getting caught in my throat. "ethan. please. slow. down." I make out. "oh no, I'm keeping my promise. fucking you so hard you can't breathe and then filling you up so deep with my cum that your little tummy is bloated." I scream as I cum hard from his harsh thrusts and dirty words as he pinches and slaps my tits. he flips me over onto my stomach and re-enters me so quickly I didn't even have a chance to take a breath before he's pounding into me again, his tip kissing my cervix. he's slapping and gripping my ass hard. "please!" I babble, waving my hands around, needing something to hold onto to keep me from passing out. my back is arching so far as he pulls me up so my back is against his chest.

I'm about to cum again when I feel his hand wrap around my throat as he squeezes hard, leaving me with no oxegen as I cum hard again, creaming and clenching around his dick. he flips me back over onto my back again and continues thrusting. I'm sobbing, tears and mascara running down my face as I moan and babble incoherently from the lack of oxegen and the overstimulation. "who's the bitch? any other insults? I can't hear you. use your words princess" he knows you can't. he knows damn well that there isn't a thought in your head except for him.

he's pressing hard on my stomach which is exactly where I feel him. my body tightens and I come again. but this time, I can't stop cumming. and he won't stop thrusting. he needs to stop because I can't breathe and I'm gonna have a heart attack. "please slow" "you can give one more" little does he know I'm still cumming from the last one. he finally slows his thrusts, just a little bit, but enough that I have a second to breathe and stop creaming his dick.

but then he starts pounding harder than he has this entire time. I'm on my back with my arms above my head, my fists clenching and unclenching trying to find something to hold onto as they're still tied. he pinches my clit one more time hard as I squirt around his dick. he thrusts a few more times before he let's out a groan and fills up my tummy with his cum. I take deep breaths as he pulls out of me, carefully making sure all his cum stays inside my fluttering and abused cunt, which is still clenching around nothing.

I lay there as he stares at me with dark proud eyes. my hair is tangled and stuck to my forehead from the sweat. my lips are swollen and my eyes are bright red from crying. my cheeks are red and tear and mascara streaks are running down them. my tits and neck are red and purple from his abuse and the hickeys. my chest is heaving and my thighs are shaking. I can't even imagine how my ass and thighs look from the way he was spanking me and gripping me. but he doesn't care. he just looks at me with possessive eyes as he goes to run a bath and put his clothes on. he comes out of the bathroom, fully clothed as he unties my wrists. ethan helps me stand and climb into the bathtub before gripping my chin and turning my face to look at his.

"if you aren't pregnant, its ok. we'll have sex until you are. but if you are pregnant and you abort my child again, it will be worse than this. do you understand me, princess?" I nod my head slowly, maintaining eye contact. "good girl" he turns and leaves my dorm, leaving me bruised and exhausted in the bathtub with a thousand thoughts running through my head. the first being, where can I get another abortion pill? I'll be gone before he can do anything to me, but I will not have a child with ethan landry.

1.5k words (I went way overboard)

@onedayatatime6 @ilovechickenwings @tommysaxes @layla29sworld @misscaller06

I hope you guys liked it! I went a little overboard I think and I don't really love it but this is how most of my smut will be so I'm sorry if it was too much for y'all! keep those request coming please! expect more fics with ethan and the sturniolo's (mostly dark smut) coming tonight! i am also working on a chris sturniolo ghostface fic (smut), matt sturniolo ghostface (smut), and one with all three of them (suggestive). comment on this post if you want to be apart of my tagslist for my future fics! thanks! ;) -kaylin

[wheatnoodle]

the first time steve and eddie kiss, steve’s the one who initiates it.

they’re in eddie’s room, sitting across from each other on eddie’s bed. the moon and a bedside lamp are the only thing lighting the space (plus the occasional flick of a lighter). steve goes there when he has a late shift at family video, preferring to fall asleep stoned and with the warmth of another human next to him than alone in his cold, empty house. plus, he gets to wear eddie’s clothes. his tshirts, his sweatpants.

they’ve already smoked two joints each, and eddie’s rolling up another for them to share. his head is bowed, stray curls falling free from the loose bun at the base of his neck as his fingers work. steve watches, eyes bleary and entranced by the glint of his rings. does he ever take them off?

eddie presents the finished joint with a smile, a soft “tada” leaving his lips. steve smiles and claps quietly, applauding his work. eddie places the end between his lips and lights it, sucking in deep and slow. he shuts his eyes, tipping his head back and holding the smoke in his lungs. lets it swirl around, flow into his bloodstream. he blows it out steadily. he’s about to pass it to steve, half a second away from speaking before he rethinks.

“do you wanna shotgun it?” he asks quietly, looking up at his friend. steve’s eyes are on him, round and confused.

“i don’t know what that means,” he whispers with a shake of his head. the look on his face makes eddie think he’s waiting for some kind of joke to be made of it.

“like…i take a hit. and then we get mad close. and i breathe it out and then at the same time, you breathe it in,” eddie explains, nodding along as he goes, “like recycling.”

steve nods. “recycling.”

“do you wanna try it?”

“okay.” steve scoots closer. his crossed knees bump into eddie’s and he leans in. eddie brings the joint to his lips. sucks in. holds it for a five count.

he leans in closer and one of those ringed hands come up to rest on the back of steve’s neck. like he’s holding him in place. steve’s eyes fall to eddie’s lips. they’re lined up like they’re about to kiss, eddie’s head tilted to the side. eddie’s eyes slip shut. slowly, he breathes out a steady stream of smoke.

it takes steve a second and then his eyes are fluttering closed and he’s breathing in what eddie’s giving him, feeding him. it makes his heart race. someone leans closer and their lips brush, just the slightest bit, and all at once, steve is hooked. he breathes the smoke back out into the open space between them.

eddie’s about to pull back, ask him how it felt, if he wants to do it again or forget it ever happened. he gets an inch away before steve’s hand is on the back of eddie’s head, effectively stopping his movement. steve chases after him without a second thought, his lips slotting against eddie’s. he kisses him like it’s what he’s meant to do.

eddie reacts before he considers what’s happening, returning the kiss the second it begins. he blindly places the joint in his ash tray, his now free hand reaching out to grip steve’s hip. his brain catches up to his body much later than it should have. his eyes shoot open, wide and shocked as he took in what was happening. the steve harrington, the straight jock eddie had silently had the hots for since his sophomore year of high school, was kissing him. no no no. he was making out with him. eddie puts a hand on steve’s shoulder, tries to push him back.

“steve- ateve wait. what’re you doing-“

“shut up.” steve says in a sigh, going right back in to try and kiss him. eddie holds him back.

“steve. it’s me. it’s eddie. i am your gay friend. you are straight. you are kissing me,” eddie explains slowly. steve looks confused, mildly heart broken, yet staring at eddie’s mouth like it’s all he can think about.

“no. no ‘m not. like girls n boys. both of ‘em. really just like kissing people and i really wanna kiss you,” steve sounds breathless as he speaks, his gaze flicking all over eddie’s face. eddie considers him for a moment, looks into his eyes.

he shrugs once and kisses him for the second time.

[mysticstarlightduck]

New Tag Game! Character Aesthetic Deep-Dive! <3

Making a new tag game because I'm inspired and want to show the world my aesthetics from Scrapyard Boys, so here we go!

Rules: Make a moodboard with your character's aesthetic, a playlist that fits their vibe, "badly summarize them" (like, talk about their personality, but funnily), etc. It absolutely does not need to be super detailed!!!!!

✦ Character Aesthetic: Adrien Rosetrom, WIP -Scrapyard Boys

♡ Moodboard ♡

♡ Playlist ♡

Fur Elise - Faouzia

I'll dance, I'll dance like a puppet on your string I'll sing when you order me to sing I'll ring like a desperate violin [...] So play me like my name is Fur Elise Lie to me and say you'll never leave Drown me in your twisted melodies I'll pretend you wrote 'em all for me

For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert

Let's go, it's my show Baby, do what I say Don't trip off the glitz That I'm gonna display I told ya I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name [...] Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet You thought an angel swept you off your feet Well, I'm about to turn up the heat I'm here for your entertainment

Ashes - Stellar

Ring around the rosie Pocket full of posie I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down Ring around the rosie Pocket full of posie I'ma fucking go crazy for you now

Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit

It's just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up Everything is fucked, everybody sucks You don't really know why, but you wanna justify Rippin' someone's head off No human contact, and if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker It's just one of those days It's all about the he-says-she-says bullshit I think you better quit lettin' shit slip Or you'll be leavin' with a fat lip

Shut Up! - Simple Plan

There you go, you're always so right It's all a big show, it's all about you You think you know what everyone needs You always take time to criticize me It seems like everyday I make mistakes I just can't get it right It's like I'm the one you love to hate But not today So shut up, shut up, shut up, don't wanna hear it Get out, get out, get out, get out of my way Step up, step up, step up, you'll never stop me Nothing you say today is gonna bring me down

♡ Badly Summarized OC ♡

Angsty young adult makes bad life decisions he knows he will regret later but enjoys the Vibes tm

Troublemaker who can barely take care of his own mental health ends up the unwilling guardian of two traumatized teenagers

Drama queen incarnate who loves some good Tea, but also cries while watching romantic comedies

Rockstar wannabe kicked out by bigoted grandmother still makes it alright in the end

Somehow the best and worst older sibling in the world at the same time

"I HAVE THE POWER OF ENERGY DRINKS AND ANIME ON MY SIDE OOOOO"

Irresponsible 25-year-old too angry to give a damn

BREAKING NEWS: Local stripper makes mob boss regret his very existence, while having The Time of His Life

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @ominous-feychild, @finickyfelix

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @the-letterbox-archives @differentnighttale,

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[sea-of-dust]

Could we get please some headcanons about Ann and Haru with a s/o that no one thinks is her s/o? Like everyone, especially strangers, people in the modelling world, and high society folks, always think s/o is just a friend, family member, assistant, pity date, someone they pay to keep away suitors, etc, and they just don't think that a super model or rich heiress would date someone as average as her s/o?

Fancy tuna?

Ann,Haru x GN! Reader

So what if my s/o isn't as popular or as rich as me it's what's personality that counts right?

notes: YOU WALKED URSELF INTO THAT HEADER IM SORRY. Ima need a name for persona annons yall are just sucking my soul out my body 💀

Warning: spoilers for okumuras palace

"Who are you texting while giggling like a pixie" "Ann" "Ann? You only-" your friend stares at your screen to various I love you texts between both of you with you just about to finish typing out plans for a date. "YOURE DATING TAKAMAKI?!" "were in a library"

Even after a week of knowing he still can't wrap his head around it. YOU?! TAKAMAKI?! And then it kinda all made sense the more he thought about it. The rest of the school? Nah they just wanted something to complain about. "You're not even that popular how could she wanna date you?" "Have you seen how rude the popular kids are" you yawn waiting for the three people to finish speaking only slightly waking up to hear a familiar voice saying something along the lines of "Leave em alone!" "But Takamaki they're so average what do they have that I dont!" "A life that's what" she huffs linking arms with you and dragging you off with her "what nerve" "Relax I wanna fill out my bingo sheet for how many times they said that"

Surprisingly people didn't really come by as you thought they would only just kinda theorized. Surprisingly all you had to do was just show off your talents and then they just kinda understood why. "Hey y/n do you mind helping me with this" you lean over them looking at their screen. Ann would have considered that kid the luckiest person alive you carefully instructing them with such a gentle look in your eyes. Most rumors kind of cleared up after that.

She's quite protective of you out and about as soon as someone asks what you're doing on set she's saying it bluntly "we have a date after this" wide eyed stares go your way before they get back to the shoot. They never got to ask because of Ann shooting glares at them.

It was dumb when Ann pointed it out but whenever youd just stop by to eat somewhere there would be people staring at her and then at you and then back at her. It got to the point youd stare back and you two would just make a game to see who could stare back at the most people

If they ever did get under your skin shed be pissed! But you matter more than those guys. She's always ready to comfort you. "So what? I'm with you because of how you are and how you don't just see me as an object" she pulls you in for a hug. "I'll make sure of it they quit talking behind your back" "I'm more worried for you Ann" she sighs putting a kiss to your forehead. "It's fine just a glare and they shut up real quick orr" she searches for a small bracelet. "Lets just make it more.." she ties it around your wrist with one already around hers. "Perfect! Everyone's gonna know now" getting you to giggle while crying is something she loves doing, she's gonna keep matching with you now just to show you off to people to flex who she's with.

You shouldn't piss off the girl with the axe is something that rings true. As soon as someone asks she grabs your waist firmly with something a bit passive aggressive or "Why they're just such a good cook how could I ever pass them up" "so you have them around only to cook? There's way better butlers-" "then perhaps you've never experienced what it's like being with someone that you didn't have to pay off" she huffs taking off with you.

Very close to you at all times when you're together she's hearing you breath. "You're so warm" "you sure the sun's not getting to you?" "Nope" all cuddled up to you while your walking somewhere thank god the tablod articles didn't catch clear shots of you two.

Okumura can't say anything about your relationships but the guy she was forced to marry by him does. Just because the guys dead dosent mean you can just take his wife! He's fuming, unfortunately he can't really do anything about it. "HOW DARE A COMMONER EVEN TRY TO MARRY MY WIFE" "sir without okumura I'm afraid we can't do anything about it" "NON-" and then the convent security cam footage of you looking straight at the camera as if knowing hes talking about you, with narrow eyes and a clearly annoyed look. "Yea- you know let's just find another ya know!"

You fully expect people to come for your status whenever Harus involved, unfortunately for her want for blood, you're pretty fine at public speaking yourself. "Why a civilian dating a rich girl is outragous" "Why it's ironic for you to say such a thing when as soon as Okumura fell you swarmed my poor lover like flies trying to make alliances, really seems like I'm the only one around her without some sort of motive" the person who said that did go whinning to Haru only to be met with a totally not very passive aggressive letter.

shop keepers that know her always flip when they know youre dating. One of their sons did an actual flip too was incredible. But theyre always asking how you two met, sometimes they asked what you like about eatchother and you felt as if Haru was ready to pull out a shopping list over this. "maybe we shouldnt" "no i insist i specialize in these questions" this is also why you usually have flowers in your room or accessories that remind you if her that she totally didn't sneak on while you weren't looking.

They almost never get under your skin, but if they do strike a cord, she'll know. She's already brought a blanket you like as well as snacks. "They're quite cruel because of status" she wrapped the blanket around you "but status is all they have" she scoots closer to you, hugging you. "Please don't worry about it too much if you want we can think of ways to insult them" her smile too warm for that sentence, you embrace her tightly "that sounds fun" "it's great"

[deada55]

A Night In

for kloktober day 6: comedy or tragedy

synopsis: Dethklok, the #8 economic power in the world and the most decorated all-female death metal band the world could imagine, has a night in.

fun stuff: some slight nickles, less ambiguous skwisface.

tws: lots of puke.

When Pickles sawed off the top half off of the chip bag,  she left the greasy silver ring on the countertop. 

“Hey, you know those, those uh,”

Hopefully, the res on her fingers wouldn’t have a taste, but she interrupted herself to lick barbeque chip cheetle off of them like she wished it would. She bit underneath her nub-nails to get every last sticky-salty bit.

“Those neck traction things you and Stina keep talkin’ about?”

“The what?” Natalie could barely hear over her own chewing, arms full of freshly-washed celery. Munchies and being on a fitness kick didn’t mix, but it was working out pretty well. Her teeth were like a whale’s, like a striped cornfield of celery strings trapping themselves in her teeth. 

“The neck traction sling. Around your head? With the… the door?- Hey, wanna take a shot with me?” Pickles poured two shots of Everclear without waiting for an answer, leaving cloudy streaks on the outside of the bottle. Natalie was always good for it, and Pickles poured without expecting an answer.

“Neck traction thing?” She sucked celery juice back into her mouth through her teeth. Real cute, Nat.

“Yeah. What if we got two of ‘em and you used ‘em like a bra?”

…

“Pickles, that’s fucking brutal. That’s fucking great.”

“Yeah! Like for an album cover?”

“Yeah- Oh my god, I love celery-”

Natalie’s eyes were agate pink and she was put away celery like she worked at Walmart. “Even if it makes my tongue numb.”

“Dude, your what?”

“My tongue hurts when I eat it but it’s so good. Allergy or something.”

“Nat…”

“What?”

Pickles shook her head. Natalie wasn’t the type of person you oughta talk your feelings to, even if they were good. She took things a little far, she was selfish, she was haughty, and Pickles loved being her friend. Even without saying it, Pickles liked to believe Natalie thought the same way. She couldn’t ask, but she could watch them scarf celery in the same sweaty clothes she’d worn at the bar, with stringy hair and mascara raccoon-eyes. 

“Here.” She put the glass into Natalie’s hand. “Ready? Three, two, one-” Dink it and sink it, without even a choke. 

“Aw, shit, we shoulda tried the arm thing. Where you… you link arms?”

In the other room, Murderface shouted above the sound of The Bachelorette, “Jesus fucking Christ! Trana!” Like it was a recording, there was a response in perfect time, hysterical, mucus-y and loaded with “more” yet to come:

“Stops yellings at m-me!” 

“Trana, Trana… sits up, come ons, sits up,” The lilt in Stina’s voice was martini-high and impatient but way better than Wilma’s furious monologue of grievances to no one in particular, describing how Trana was fine one minute and covered in puke the next. Trana leaned over and deposited some more on the floor in front of her. It wasn’t uncommon. The running theory was that Trana just couldn’t hold on to that much liquid at once. Compared to the rest of the band, Trana had a tendency to be messy, but her tolerance was fine compared to any other girl her size.

Pickles and Natalie did some eyebrow lifting until Natalie cracked up. Natalie closed the distance and got all up in Pickles business, speaking low through giggles: “Hey, Pickles. Pickles. What if we go watch The Little Mermaid in your room?”

Natalie swallowed the lingering plant mass in her numb mouth and dropped her shoulders when Trana started to cry and Murderface started telling her to “clean this bullshit up!” 

“Shit, we gotta check on her, don’t we?” She’d already stepped towards the sound.

In the living room, Stina was trying to tie up what dry hair Trana had while she was trying to move forward and slump to the floor. “Shh, Trana, stays right here where you are, don’ts move, stops-” 

Through sobs and belches, Trana started to mumble, “Ok, I cleans it up, I can dos it, I need…” still spitting up mouthfuls. 

Natalie grabbed her from behind by the armpits to scoot her back onto the couch. Luckily, Trana didn’t fight this time. Pickles put a stray trash can in Trana’s hands and rested a hand on her wet forearm, which was a horrible mistake, but taking her hand away wouldn’t make it smell less like Trana-puke. It didn’t scare her: when Natalie moved Trana back, Stina moved back to sit fully on the couch, providing space for Pickles to perch on the coffee table right in front of Trana with her boots sitting in the puddle of pink, wet flakes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it dude, relax... Wilma’s full of shit.”

“I’m what?! Are you seriousch?”

Pickles whipped her head to the side to talk to Wilma directly. “Yeah, I sure am fuckin serious! Dooya really think she can do that right now? Jesus Chriest!” 

“Look at this schit!”

“Dood, we pay people to clean it up!”

“Oh, yeah… Wait, not until the morning!”

“And?! Get a fuckin’ towel to cover it like we always do and keep your fuckin’ shoes on!”

“Stops,” said the metal trash can sitting on Trana’s knees. Pickles turned her attention back for a moment to shush her, putting one hand on the trash can to keep it from spilling on her if Trana suddenly stopped holding herself up. Wilma sucked her teeth.

“Sure, sure, I’ll keep my damn shoesthchs on when you shtop talking about my ‘crusty cliffhangersh’-”

“AYE. DOHN’T. DOO. THAT! Get it right! Fuck! Fucking listen to who talks to you, are you deaf?-”

 Stina uncrossed her legs and let her hand fall from Trana’s shoulder to her the small of her back, and looked over her shoulder at Wilma, interrupting Pickles.“Look, Murderface, I’m stop talking about yous fucking toes when theys am look normal-”

Trana moaned and heaved up a short splatter. “Aw, sees what they dos to Trana, look at hers!” Stina started to rub her back again until Trana leaned towards her… 

Natalie came back into the room like the smell of toast at the start of an aneurysm, and there was an awkward silence save for Trana sighing and coughing until Natalie cleared her throat.

“ ‘Sup?”

She froze up looking at the coffee table with eyes so thickly glazed they may as well have been strawberry-flavored donettes.

“Whats, Natalies?” 

“What’s whats? Which whats?”

“I said whats Natalie! You am not makings any sense, ‘ ‘sup, fuckings’...”

“Hey…” Trana interrupted, taking her head out of the trash can. The wet front sections of her hair were stuck to the inside of its metal walls, and she grew fidgety. “I’m… I think I wansts go to bed, please.”

Pickles reached forward towards Trana. “Ahlright, Wilma, can you-”

“Oh fuck no! You can’t just dump her on me this time.”

Pickles could have smacked her, if it wouldn’t send her ice skating in sick. “Jesus fuck, Murderface! Shit! I just wanted to ask you to take the damn trayshcan, that’s all.”

“I’ll help her get inside of hers room. I need to change clothes anyway.” Stina got up and Natalie took her place beside Trana, pulling all of her brown hair back, committing herself to dirty hands. With the trash can placed gently on the ground, Natalie held Trana up with an arm around her back, which seemed to be the only dry part of her. Trana was better on her feet than Natalie expected, and they walked up the stairs together.

To avoid breathing too deeply through her nose, Natalie scratched around in her mind for some small talk. Trana reeked of chunky, pink pineapple juice and cheese. Something wet and bready squished under Natalie’s fingers as she led Trana around by her waist. “Trana, you hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“You have to stop drinking like this. At least give us a fucking warning, ok? We-”

“Natalies, I fucked up with the wines, ok? I knows what I’m doins-”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah seriouslies! Only serious, total confidensk, I’m, I’m so smart Natalies, you have nos ideas how much. You…”

“Trana, you are smart, ok?”

“Yeah, I ams! I’ve.. am so smart!”

“Pick up your feet.”

…

Stina didn’t want to hang around Trana’s mess and went off to her room, followed by Murderface. Higher than the motherfucking night sky, Pickles kept watching the Bachelorette from the floor in front of the coffee table. 

“Stina, is it really that bad?”

“What’s really that bads?” She always looked phenomenal, laid up in an old bra and a pair of plaid cotton pajama shorts. She changed just in case any lingering traces of Trana were stuck to her. Wilma struggled to keep her eyes up in Stina’s hair. They kept falling into the gap of Stina’s cup and thinking about how warm her breasts might be…

It made the topic at-hand more embarrassing, but she’d think about it for weeks if she didn’t bring it up. Fuck, she’d probably obsess about whatever Stina said anyway. Trana was always kissing Stina’s feet, but Wilma definitely was a victim to the appeal.

“Uh, my toes.”

Stina moved the guitar off her lap and looked off towards the corner of her throw.

“No, it amns’t horrible. You just need diffterent sandals.”

“Huh?”

“That’s what’s ams cliffhangers. When your toes am over the fronts.”

“You’re just jealous since you rolled your ankle-”

“Ams no one jealous of fuckings… platform flip flops. Eugh.”

Wilma laid on the foot of the bed on her back, flipping through the contacts on her dethphone while Stina practiced until she noticed the sound getting less crisp and less regular… Stina’s head drifted back before her fingers stopped moving, and she fell asleep with her mouth open.

Wilma slid off the bed slowly, but not softly enough to keep Stina from snapping back to life and twitching her fingers over the strings again. “Where yous going?”

“To bed.” Wilma’s chest got as tight as a shrunk grow-a-dino sponge with a sudden awareness of the size and shape of her shadow across Stina’s bedroom floor.

“-If you wants to. You can stays here, too.”

Wilma laid down where Stina patted the bed, closer than she expected. She slept alongside her, fluttering with validation and buzzing with fantasy.

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Boy, pass me your phone.

You got your work’s number stored in here? Good. I think I’m gonna give ‘em a call. Change your fucking life. In the meantime, get your mouth around my cock where it belongs. Good boy.

Hi, is this, uh… wait, what’s your name again, boy? Tim? Alright. Keep sucking. Good lad.

Yeah, is this Tim’s work? Hi. I’m just ringing up letting you know he won’t be coming in today. Probably not the rest of the week either, to be honest. What’s that? Why not? Hmmm. Well, he’s too busy sucking my cock, that’s why not. He’s on his knees in front of me right now, deep-throating my fat eight-inch meat pipe. Aren’t ya, boy? Eh? Slut.

What, you wanna talk to him? Ok. Here, faggot - phone for you.

Ah - what do you think you’re doing, boy? I didn’t say to take my dick out of your mouth, did I? No. You get it back down your fucking throat, boy, and hold the phone to your ear so the nice lady at the other end can hear how you suck a fat old man’s cock when you should be at work.

That’s it, you slut, all the fucking way down. Yeah. She still there? Hung up, has she? I bet she’s reporting you to HR right now, boy. You’ll probably find yourself fired in the next couple of days, but that’s ok. I’m your boss now, faggot. And there’ll be plenty of money rolling in once I start renting your holes out to fat old men. Oh, that reminds me, this Sunday, by the way, I’m inviting some of my mates over for a Sunday afternoon spit roast. And guess what, boy - you’re the pig. There’s gonna be a cock up each of your holes on a winner stays on basis until every one of them has creamed up your twat and down your throat. For free.

Then starting Monday, you’ll be rented out - a fiver for a blowjob and to nut in your mouth, a tenner to breed your cunt, fifteen to do both those things and belt your arse for you before and after you get fucked, and twenty to do all that and piss in your fucking mouth afterwards. And I’ll do a special discounted rate for anyone over 65. You’ll be getting it off every fat old bloke in this area code, boy.

In fact, speaking of breeding you, get off my cock. Turn around and spread that hole for me. Yeah, just like that, you cheap slut. Daddy’s gonna see how many fingers I can get up you first, boy. One, two, three… four.

Fuck yeah, you - did you just moan, boy? Yeah? You dirty little slut, you want my cock up there, don’t ya? Eh? You want Daddy’s cock? Yeah? Well here it comes, you cunt. Raw. No lube.

Fuuuuuck, yeah you dirty fucking cunt boy. Taking Daddy’s meat like a good faggot. Get ready, you whore. I’m gonna breed.

Fuck, yeah, here it comes, here it comes, boy, fucking take your Daddy’s cream, you dirty little CUNT. FUCK. Yeah. Good boy.

Turn around again, boy, you’re not finished yet. That’s it, lick that fat cock clean. Dirty slut. Sunday’s too far away as far as I’m concerned, boy. I’m moving the spit roast to tonight. And like I said before, passing you around this evening is just the fucking start. From now on, you’re nothing but a pair of holes for fat old bears to fuck. Get really used to that fact.

[bettyweir]

My Bandmates a Vampire

Chapter 4.

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: This chapter will include; Parental abuse, Parent arguing with their Kid and Yelling.

Please feel free to skip this chapter or

Stop reading at '"Yea!" Ethan says starting to scroll though their songs.' and start at '"Hey hey," Ethan's mom puts his hands on his shoulders, "Are you okay? Who even was that?"'

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Benny rings the Morgan’s doorbell.

Ethan rushes to the door a muffled “I got it!” is heard from the other side.

He opens the door to 2 benny, who has a backpack on with a guitar in hand.

“Oh hey what's up?”

“You wanted to play together right,” he lifts up his guitar “Is now a good time?”

“Yeah! Yes yeah of course come on in!” he opens the door.

“Oh hey did you rip that CD?” Ethan asks heading to the kitchen.

“Ah. Uh. About that.” Benny nervously adds “My laptop’s completely dead so…”

“Ah right, water damage im guessing?”

“Yeah…” benny defeatly sits on Ethan’s countertop, he immediately shoots up.

“OH WAIT” he flumbes for his back pocket, pulling out his Ipod nano.

"Its not offically on Itunes or anything but," he starts untangling his earbuds and hands one to ethan "I got it on here."

Ethan takes the earbud and rubs the earwax off on his shirt before putting it in.

They listen to a couple of his songs and Ethan’s aboslutely blown away. As the song finishes Ethan pipes up.

“Omg dude this is so good??" he takes the bud out of his ear, "who’s on the drums?!”

“Oh me” he smiles

“What? No way, your singing tho right?”

“Uh yeah but you can sing and play the drums at the same time dude.”

“Oh. wait really?" he questions, “Wouldnt the mic pick up the drums tho?”

“Nah not if you lean into the mic!”

“Inch-a-resting…” he ponders, “you’ll have to show me sometime!”

“For sure, if my packages ever arrive…”

“Oh what do you mean?”

"I came over via airplane so like. most of my shit is shipping in boxes."

"Aw that sucks, well I bet they'll be here soon!"

"Yeah, hmm." Benny thinks on it, his shoulders slump. "I'm. gonna go call and check if thats okay."

"Sure! sure! Can I keep listening to your music?"

"Hell yeah go ahead." Benny smiles handing E his Neon Green Ipod and walking off. "Is this your restroom?"

"Yea!" Ethan says starting to scroll though their songs.

Benny locks the door behind him and hesistently clicks on his fathers contact.

It rings. And Rings.

And rings…

And rings…

No answer. Fucking christ. Benny thumps his feet and before he could hit call again, its his dad.

"Hey Ben what do ya want?"

"Ah ha hey dad," Benny holds his arm to try to manage the shakes. "Just checking in."

"I'm doin' fine, really why are you calling so early."

"Oh ahha" he squeaks, his nervous laugher failing him. "Forgot time zones and everything haha, just wondering if you when my stuff will get here."

"Huh?"

"My stuff, like the boxes I packed, when did they expect em to arrive?"

"Oh, I didn't get to it yet."

"What?" Benny strained his voice to be calm.

"I didn't ship them yet I'll do it this week."

"This week?" Benny pulls on his hair. "It can take MONTHS for shit to travel internationally, I need it to be shipped now!"

"Hold your horses lady don't speak to me like this."

"I can speak to you how ever I want! It's my fucking things!"

"Who bought you half those things?"

"I DID. WITH MY MONEY!"

"Uh huh sure," his dad pauses to take a drink.

Benny can hear the annoying, discusting slurping noises from the other side. "Why the fuck didn't you ship it sooner?"

"I forgot okay? Jesus maybe I don't wanna think about how my kid left me."

"That's all you fucking do! All you do is fucking forget you peice of human shi-"

Back in the kitchen ethan is mindlessly jamming out to the G's songs. He waves at his mom entering the kitchen with a horrorified look.

She says something to him.

"What?"

She says something again.

"Wait."

Ethan takes pulls out an earbud to be met with the screaming match happening the next room over. He can finally hear his mom.

"Ethan what in gods name is happening?" she puts her hand over her heart, "Is your friend okay?"

"Oh jesus I didn't even notice," He rips out the other bud and runs over to the bathroom door.

"Benny?" he knocks, "Are you okay."

Benny stops in his tracks. Jesus fuck, you idiot, your in another persons fucking home right now. Haven't you learned to shut the fuck up already.

He twitches. "Just fucking ship it TODAY alright? Do this ONE fucking thing." Benny hangs up, he's shaking uncontrollably.

He takes a deep breath and opens the door. He's met with Ethan and his mom wearing worried faces.

"I'm really sorry about that Ms.Morgan," he covers his face to hide from the emberassment. "I shouldn't have done that here."

"Hey hey," Ethan's mom puts his hands on his shoulders, "Are you okay? Who even was that?"

Benny glups "My dad." he just wants to cry.

"You poor thing," she gives him a hug. "Ethan said this was something to do with drums right?"

He looks up at Ethan who gives him an anxious smile, "Yeah, yeah my dad hasn't shipped my drum kit, or anything else."

"I'm sorry," she rubs his back and pulls out of the hug, "I don't know how to make you stuff ship faster but, I do have a nice set of drums with your name on it in the attic."

"Wait really?" Benny smiles.

"Yeah If you can two can find it its all yours."

Benny pogs over at ethan, "DUDE CAN WE?"

"Look for it?" Ethan asks "Sure but I have horrible alergies…"

"YES LETS GO." He grabs Ethan's jean jacket, but stops before running off.

"Ms. Morgan where's the attic door?"

She shakes her head at the overly excited boy "Here follow me."

She leads the boys upstairs to the room next to Ethans and knocks on the door.

"Jane," she knocks "It's me can you open up?"

"What is it?" she opens the door, confused by the crowd.

"Ethan and his friend need to go though the addic, do you mind?"

"Yes I do," she huffs "This is a girls only space."

"How does a bowl of icecream sound as a trade?" her mom offers.

"With sprinkles?"

"With Sprinkles."

"And whipped Cream?"

"Yes, but don't push it."

"YAY okay." she hops along, pulling and dragging at her moms sleave.

"Alright, the" she tries to resist Janes tugging "the door is right next to her dresser, and- and feel free to pull anything out I'll put it back!"

She finally gives in to Janes will and fumbles downstaires.

"So that was your sister."

"Dont. Even say anything."

They enter the overly pink and plush-a-fied room and start pulling open the door. With a bit of elbow greese the small wooden door slams open

"OW my hand." Ethan wags his hand back and forth.

"Haha loser." Benny teases, getting on his hands and knees to crawl though. "Oh its fuckin dark in here."

"Here I got it." Ethan pulls out his Iphone's flashlight. "Does this help any?"

"Yea yea thank you." Benny starts scowering the boxes filled with junk.

Ethan follows along and shines the light on different contaners trying to make out the lables. A lot of holiday stuff like christmas, valentines day, thanksgiving, and halloween. Festive Family I guess. They go farther and farther into the hord, finally finding stuff like Wedding Day and Baby pictures.

At the very end, shoved into a corner, begging to be for gotten a drum and a symbol is found.

"AW FUCK YEA!!" Benny cheers, moving them aside, to find more parts and bits for the drums. in the very middle of the mess is an unlabled box.

"Huh." Ethan looks over benny's shoulder. Trying not to sneeze at all the dustmites. "Whats in that?"

"I don't know I don't see any lables." He shrugs.

"I wanna seee." Ethan begs.

"Okay okay, can we take out the drum stuff first?"

"Augh alright but thats so weird." Ethan says, as benny loads his arms up with symbols and screws "Everything else here is labled pretty perfectly.

"Maybe she just forgot to lable it." Benny says, rolling the kick drum infront of him.

Slowly all the drum parts, big and small were out of the addic and on janes floor.

"Okay now can we look at that box?"

"Alright mystery man, I bet its just gonna be like dolls or some shit."

They treck their way back though and lug out the surprisingly heavy box.

Ethan sits down and starts opening it up.

"Woahhh." Ethan starts pulling out photos and- "Hey what are you doing??"

"I'm setting up the drum kit!"

"Not here! Do you really wanna drag a set up drum kit down a flight of stairs."

"I've done it before…" He looks down. "But rather not again come on help me."

Ethan sets down the photo of a very gothic looking woman who seems familiar and follows benny downstairs grabbing a small drum on the way down.

"Hiya." Benny says, arms loaded with drums "We found it!"

"Yay!" Jane cheers, face covered in chocolate and vanilla icecream. "is that why they were in my room?"

"Yes, and thats great…guys." She still couldn't remember the boys name.

"Where should we set this up?" Asks ethan.

"Oh in the garadge if thats okay!"

"Got it thank youu." Ethan heads to the back door and holds it open for Benny.

After the boys drag everything down into the outside garage they can finally open up the mystery box Ethan was so weirdly excited about.

Turns out, the woman in all those pictures next to famous bands like The Cure, The Smiths and The damned was his step mom in the 80s! He couldn't tell if she was backstage fan for these bands or… playing with them? No way right? All of these bands already had established drummers why would they need some suburban mom to play with em?

All of these questions brewed in Ethans head, since Benny was much much more interested in setting up his new drum kit. He would hear him occationally murmer

"Holy shit this is a Ludwig set…" and "AN IMPULSE CRASH BROOOooOO."

whatever that means.

"Hey im gonna go head inside, Do you want anything to drink?"

"Uhh yeah sure do you got any apple juice?" Benny says, not looking up.

"Yeah I think so." Ethan says, grabbing a few of the photos, "I'll be back."

[wispisstillverybored67]

Various Roy HCs because I wanna complete the set.

6"4. Whether or not he's still growing is up to you.

9.5 sweeps. In layman's terms, he's about 19.

Iggy's fraternal twin brother. Older by exactly 3 minutes and 16 seconds.

Built a bit leaner then Morton, which means he's more agile than 'em. But he's still HUGE, mind you.

Apart from Wendy, he's terrified of pit-holes. Maybe her rings remind him of it.

Says that anime/manga is for nerds, but can sing Kick-Back from memory. You tell me who's the nerd here?

Likes survival drama movies, but has a soft spot for vaguely rom-com-esque movies he's seen. Blame his mother, she liked those human movies.

He IS a gamer fiend though. Don't get it twisted. Hand him a controller, and he'll find out at least 3 separate ways to kick your ass.

Pretty haphazard with handling things, but he can be surprisingly delicate with his tinier siblings. Or tinier friends at this rate.

The other one to laugh his ass off when someone in a horror movie dies.

The one least likely to admit his errors and mistakes. Even fucking Ludwig is more likely to suck in his ego to admit when he's wrong, however rare. With Roy, there is no such luxury of the sort.

In part with his more pragmatic approach to combat (apart from, you know, SMASH!!!ing everything), he purposefully does his research on humans to pick apart their weaknesses. He WON'T allow himself to go down to a lowly human without a hell of a fight.

[ryanlockheart]

in the smoky haze of the viper room, it felt like ryan and clint were the only two people in the whole world. he wasn't thinking about the inevitable photos that would be snapped of them together nor the repercussions if they got caught. all that ryan cared about was getting to have clint all to himself. he didn't know what any of this meant for them, but he did know he was going to crave his touch again. if ryan had it his way, clint would be in his bed every night until they got sick of each other. "already don't wanna go without it," ryan answered back. "probably'll just get worse once i knock you up, princess." clint had drawn him in so easily; all it had taken was a few shared glances, and ryan was sucked in. he was doing his absolute best to impress clint. he wanted to pull out all the stops and leave him no choice but to keep thinking about him. if that meant pulling off his shoe and planting clint's nose right into it, then ryan was more than happy to give him that. if it meant pounding him into the mattress until dawn broke, ryan would give him that. "my feet are all yours, princess," the raven-haired male whispered. "you'll be worshipping them twenty four, seven. won't be a day you don't get your fill of my feet, and that's a promise." truth be told, ryan loved the fact that clint got off on his feet, even before he'd even met him. no one had ever really let him explore that side of himself before, but clint was more than willing to embrace it. "you dunno what i'd give to see that," he said with a dark chuckle. "i'll tease you with my fuckin' feet. won't let you touch any other part, just my feet. you'll sniff and stare... i'll have you in nothin' but a little thong, and i'll just sit back and make you beg to fuck 'em... and once you've done a good enough job, i'd let you. bust your load all over them." ryan was going to have clint under his spell. hell, clint already had him under his, so it was only fair. he wanted to come back to clint time and time again for his needs to be met, and he wanted to take care of clint's whenever he needed. "i'll love whichever side you wanna show me," ryan snickered. of course, ryan realized he had the upper hand once he'd shove his nose right into the sole of his sneaker. they were his favorite pair, well-worn and still slick with sweat... but somehow, he was sure that only made it better for clint. "i know you could," ryan teased. clint was acting like it was the best thing he'd ever breathed in, and somehow, that just made ryan's cock ache even more. he had never been so turned on in his entire life. with his face buried between those pale globes, ryan's tongue fervently lapped at clint's pink rim. he was going to make sure that his lover left him, feeling higher than he ever had before, thanks to ryan. if he wasn't shivering from the pleasure at the end of the night, ryan wouldn't have been satisfied with his own job. the tip of his tongue slipped past that tight ring of muscle and angled upwards to find that sweet spot that would have clint moaning like he never had before. many words could be used to describe ryan lockheart as a lover, but selfish was not one. his hand came to smack at the slightly smaller boy's ass. "'s my pussy, and you're my fuckin' whore," ryan replied after pulling back. his chin was slick with his own saliva, and he didn't bother to wipe it away. "and 's fuckin' hot that you'll let me turn you into a little slut... and i love it. can't wait for you to guzzle my piss down or have three cocks splittin' you open," he whispered. his tongue returned to clint's pink entrance, eagerly licking the sensitive flesh. his fingers trailed down the chestnut-haired boy's taint and down his balls. "cum for me, princess," ryan demanded. "goon on my fuckin' sweaty shoes and bust a fat load." he just let his pace and rhythm grow hastier. he couldn't wait to see clint come completely undone, to have his toes curling in pleasure. "you wanna bust your load on daddy's face too? or you wanna make a mess all over the booth?"

the viper room was hardly a place that clint felt comfortable — it reminded him of the worst time of his life, working at a members only lounge in san francisco. dimly lit, filled with men with more money than they knew what to do with, and young boys falling head over heels with their credit cards. it wasn't clint's idea of a good time, but he also knew the club had the best blow in los angeles. ryan lockheart, however, had a way of softening the dull ache of his own checkered past, and making it all worth it. no one could get his heart racing quite like the actor, with his classic good looks and a sex appeal that put the wildest of fiends to shame. "that's what you think, daddy," clint retorted. "but once you have it, you'll never want to go without it. you're gonna be obsessed with my cunt, lockheart." if clint was certain of anything, it was that he knew how to attract a man. it was the only skill he thought he had before his career took off a few years ago — even so, he never could have guessed that he'd catch the attention of the ryan lockheart. "that's exactly what i want," clint replied eagerly. "i'd be the best little footslut for you, daddy. i'd have my face in your feet anytime you'd let me — it wouldn't matter where we were, or who was watching. i'd be too lost in your feet to really notice." at this point, clint was all in — no questions asked. every fantasy ryan had, he would fulfill; he didn't know where the other's head was at, but he did know that this wouldn't be the last time he got his hands on ryan lockheart. "i'll put on a show for you, daddy," he said. "i could definitely cum from your socks, your shoes... hell, i could probably get off just looking at them." before he could wrap his mind around all that he was revealing, ryan was coming undone right before his eyes. it was like something out of a dream — like they weren't in a nightclub, surrounded by people who's jaws would drop if they saw what they were getting up to. his eyes shut softly, letting ryan cover his face in cum and take whatever pictures he wanted. clint didn't care what he did with them, or who he showed them to... he only cared about ryan's pleasure, as fucked up as that sounded. "i can be a little brat, or an obedient little slut... depends on how good you do," clint giggled mischievously. looking over his shoulder, clint's breath caught in the back of his throat — never in a million years would he have thought he'd see ryan lockheart holding his own sneaker to his face, but there it was. he should have seen it coming, but the shoe being placed against his nose caught him by surprise. a deep groan slipped past his lips, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "f-fuck, daddy," he sighed softly, a bit of drool falling onto the booth below him. "you smell so fucking good... could sit here and huff your dirty sneakers all night long." clint yelped at the slap to his ass, falling face first into the shoe — his back arched deeper, showing off every curve and pushing his ass toward ryan's face. as hard as he tried, he couldn't even manage a single sentence — ever word he tried to say came out as unintelligible moaning as ryan's tongue lathered his puckered rim. clint had been with plenty of men — some good, some god-awful — but no one had ever made him feel the way ryan did. "'s y-your pussy, daddy," he stuttered out, voice muffled by the sneaker on his face. "makes me feel like a d-dirty little whore for you, daddy... and y-you like it. you like that i'd shove my f-face in your shoes for a taste of your feet, that i'd drink your piss and service all of your friends for you to pound me out." ryan was insatiable, playing with clint's body like a toy he knew every trick to. his thighs were trembling, toes curled in the little bit of his socks that remained on his feet. "'m your little g-gooner slut, daddy... gonna let you wear my pussy out, knock me up, and fuck me stupid," clint breathed, getting high from the sweaty sneaker on his nose. "e-eating my pussy so fucking good, jesus christ... g-gonna bust, daddy..."

[chisatowo]

Look at this sick new bracelet I got today, had to fight myself to not buy more jewelry there lol

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Not really the Schneider-verse (or it could be, who am I to say) but Jess and Rory getting the catch up they deserved in Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out - either Logan not turning up or them meeting up between that and the Prodigal Daughter Returns, either or neither, just some Literati love please <3

They find a tiny Vietnamese place open late in Hartford, with enormous bowls of Pho, and overstuffed Banh Mi sandwiches.

Jess pours a disgusting amount of sriracha and hoisin sauce into his soup, before squeezing an obscene amount of lime wedges in, and Rory follows suit. The soup is divine, the broth clearly simmered for days on end.

"So?" Jess asks as he uses his little ladle and chopsticks to shovel broth and noodles into his mouth.

"So," Rory agrees as she takes her own mouthful.

"You left Yale," Jess states.

She nods slowly. "I...did. I did. I left Yale. It was for the best."

Jess looks at her as if she's lost her mind. "That's not-"

"It is," she insists. "Look, I...I had this internship, and it- it didn't go very well. The person who gave it to me told me I don't have what it takes to be a journalist. And I came to realize that he was right, so I...stopped chasing something that's not going to happen."

Jess gazes at her a little sadly and it makes her avert her eyes. "Okay. So...what's the new dream?"

"I don't know yet."

"Have you thought about it at all?" he asks, slurping down more broth, grabbing a piece of beef from his bowl to munch on.

"No."

"Can I say something you don't wanna hear?"

"No."

"I'm gonna say it anyways," he announces, setting his utensils down. "I you worked yourself so hard, and you're so used to people telling you what you want to hear? That you had a breakdown."

Rory stares at him silently.

"And that's actually okay," Jess insists. "Breakdowns happen. I had mine. Running away to California like a fucking idiot."

"I don't want to talk about that," she says quickly.

"My point is," he says, getting back on track. "That no matter what happened at that internship? It doesn't matter. It's a drop in the bucket. One guy told you you're not good enough. Sucks for sure, but also fuck that guy. You work hard, Rory. You've always gone after what you want. Why stop now?"

Rory stays silent, looking down at her soup.

"You're really gonna let some crusty jerk get in your way?" Jess asks.

"He's not a crusty jerk - well, he is, but he's a very wealthy, powerful, crusty jerk," Rory says.

Jess smirks at her. "And won't it be the best feeling when you make him eat his words?"

Rory laughs a little. "I guess you have some experience with that."

He shrugs. "Well, all of Stars Hollow thought I'd end up in jail, and here I am. Paying for dinner with money I made from writing a book and editing for an independent press. I stopped by Stars Hollow and sold Andrew a few copies. I wish I could see Taylor's face when he sees them."

“Taylor may die.” 

"I hope he'll at least have heart palpitations, I'll take that," Jess volleys back.

Rory takes a breath and goes back to eating her soup. "What if you're wrong? What if I really am not good enough to follow this path?"

"There's no 'good enough,'" he points out. "You either work your ass off to make it happen, or you don't. And considering all of those Friday nights we spent in senior year, where you studied, and I napped until you were done...I think you've got this covered."

She huffs out a breath. "I miss school. Logan...- Logan, my boyfriend - Logan and I do a lot of partying, and I just...feel..."

"Bored?" Jess supplies.

"God, I'm so bored."

"Ivy league drop-out," Jess sings in a terrible voice, trying to emulate Grease for her. "Go back to college..."

She bursts out laughing, almost spitting her soup out. "Oh, my god do that again, I want a recording."

"Never."

"Jess."

"Eat your soup. You've got a sandwich coming, you don't want 'em to overlap."

"Jess!"

"No."

*****

He drops her back at her grandparents' place, only to find another car waiting there.

"Logan," Rory smiles as she gets out of the passenger's side.

Jess joins her, handing her her leftover dessert.

"No," Rory says, whirling around. "You keep them."

Jess laughs. "What? No more mung bean bonbons for you?" he asks. "You're missing out."

"Yuck," Rory complains. "Logan, this is Jess. He's an old friend from Stars Hollow - Luke's nephew. Jess, this is Logan, my boyfriend."

Jess nods. "Hey."

Logan nods, looking wary. "Hey, man, good to meet you."

They shake hands briefly, and Jess holds up the bag. "Mung bean bonbons?"

"Uh..."

"We got Vietnamese food," Rory explains. "Jess got adventurous with dessert."

"They're not that bad."

"Yuck," Rory repeats, making Jess laugh.

"Seems like you two had a grand old time," Logan remarks.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time," Rory explains.

"You two date?" Logan asks.

"Yes," Rory responds truthfully. "But that was a long time ago. Jess wrote a book, and he's been going to small bookstores, selling copies. He was in the area."

"A writer. You a writer, Jess?" Logan asks.

"Sure," Jess responds slowly, lifting an eyebrow.

"Got many influences? Hemmingway? Proust? Kafka? Tolstoy?"

Jess turns to Rory, looking a little weirded out. "Is this guy a real person?"

Rory gives him a stern look. "Jess..."

"I'm just sayin', if Mattel made a Ken doll that was supposed to encourage little girls to go to an Ivy League school, it'd probably look like him."

"Oh, he's funny," Logan snarks. "Funny guy, huh?"

"And on that note, I'm gonna head out," Jess tells them. "Rory. Happy early birthday. Logan...you were also here."

Rory huffs. "Jess, wait."

"Let him go, Rory," Logan tells her.

She narrows her eyes at him and follows Jess to his car. "Hey."

He turns to her, raising his eyebrows.

"Sorry about him. He's...he's just..."

"An asshole," Jess tells her. "You're dating an asshole. Can I bribe you to break up with him if I sing the Grease thing again?"

"No."

Jess grins and leans in, kissing her cheek. "Go back to Yale, Rory. Stop boring yourself."

With that, he squeezes her arm gently, and hops into his car, driving off.