#two would just bounce off one another like idk how to explain it but like they are A Duo when they are all getting high

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

The poets getting together 10 years later, getting high while watching this new cartoon that just came out called Scooby Doo

Meeks, overly engrossed in the show, only one who seems to actually be watching: you know, they explained every spooky occurrence that happened in this episode except that ham sandwich that just appeared at shaggys will, like what was up with that

Charlie, lying sideways across a recliner chair, staring at the ceiling, hasn’t been watching the show this entire time: oh my god where did he get the sandwich from, that’s so crazy, I wish I had a sandwich

Knox, looking over at Todd who is eating a sandwich he made like 20 minutes ago because he had the munchies and all the poets were there as he made it: ohmygod Todd where’d you get that sandwich

Todd, who had the sandwich in his mouth as he was listening to them all ramble, pulling it out and staring at it wide eyed: ohmygod I don’t know!

Pitts, in the background with a blanket thrown over him, not listening to them, walking through the room: ooo I’m a ghost! Here to embezzle your property and take your money *trips over Cameron who has just been staring at his hands wordlessly for the last 15 minutes and collapses right next to Meeks who doesn’t even notice because he’s still so engrossed in the tv he hasn’t heard a thing going on in the room for a while*

Knox, looking over to Todd again: [in reference to ‘the ghost’] ohmygod it’s Neil!

Todd: ohmygod! *shoves sandwich back into his mouth and gnaws on it*

Charlie, still staring at the ceiling: what if god was just a mirror and we were always worshipping ourselves

Meeks, still staring at the tv but now Pitts is lying in his lap and he is is stroking Pitts head as he watches, although one would argue he probably doesn’t even realize he is because he is so tunnel-visioned on the show: cmon is Hank really a bad guy, oil land doesn’t come by cheap man, I woulda done it too

[shiimmer]

cherry kiss

sevika x f!stripper!reader

warnings! pole dancing (if that can be taken as a warning), public sex(??), fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, slight choking, cunnilingus, masturbating, hair pulling, dom!sevika, sub!reader, sevika is a bit mean but we love it, she gets called ma’am once

men and minors dni!!

no mentions of y/n, but reader is called by her stage name cherry

word count: 3.4k words (i got a little too passionate…)

ৎ୭ summary: sevika found herself in a strip club, only to end up getting a lot more than a simple lap dance.

note: wrote smut for the first time in years, and idk how to feel. excuse me if this is absolutely shit, i was sleep deprived every time i was writing this. sorry for any errors, english isn’t my first language. not proofread!!

it isn’t exactly the place sevika usually finds herself in. strip clubs are not her thing. she prefers action over mere watching, but today just wasn’t it. not even a good lay in babette’s brothel can save her sour mood, which is more than surprising even for her. she doesn’t even know why she’s here. she just needs a distraction, and she knows the quietness of her place would only deepen her stress, which is something she really does not want right now, no matter how well she can handle it.

so here she is, in a strip club, surrounded by cheap smelling perfume, neon signs casting some light around the dimly lit place. boasting laughter, cheers and all sorts of other noises she’d rather block out from men around her fill her ears as they watch women dancing on the stage and sway around the pole. sevika, however, is completely silent. almost eerily so.

she just watches. glares, more like as she sits in the booth, awaiting another stripper nicknamed cherry, as the announcer says. ‘silly choice of a name,’ she thinks. her leg bounces under the table, swirling the whisky she just took a sip of on her tongue as the curtain spreads open, revealing you, and her body goes still. it’s like a spell, and sevika isn’t quite sure what has her so mesmerized the second you appear on that long, runway-like stage, neon lights shining on your almost naked body, the way they enhance the confident aura you give out. her grey eyes are focused solely on you, almost as if she’s judging your every movement. from the sway of your hips, to the subtle bounce of your breasts in that skimpy red bra as you stride toward the pole and your fingers wrap around the metal one by one.

a low hum rumbles in the back of her throat, a mixture of curiosity and appreciation while watching you perform. you clearly know what you’re doing, that sevika can see, and it works. even on her. she’d rather die than admit it out loud to anyone, but you have your charm to you and she likes it.

it’s like she’s not even blinking, at least that’s how it feels to you. you notice the woman’s gaze the second you approach the pole, and how it never moves away, not even when she takes a sip of her whisky. your coworkers shared their experience whenever they left the stage, saying how sevika’s glare caused them to nearly mess up their performance. in all honesty, it had made you nervous yourself while you waited for your own turn. dancing before a woman of such power, it’s nothing like dancing for all those nobodies who salivate over a sliver of skin shown. but as you had taken a first step on that stage, with your gaze immediately falling on her, all of that vanishes into something else, something you just can’t explain with words.

you give it your all, making sure to give her the show she never forgets and possibly needs, based on the worn out look she wears on her face. your body moves to the rhythm of the same song you always have to dance to. the song you’re normally so sick of, now gives you a rush. you dance with newfound passion, happy to show off your skills and body to silco’s number two. you play with her, yet you give her the most of you. fingertips lingering on your skin a second longer as you caress your body, from your hips to your breasts. looking over your shoulder when you’re turned towards the pole, the corners of your lips twitching up when you bend forward, showing off your thong-clad rear. it’s all for her, and you are absolutely enjoying the attention.

the endless cheering and lewd comments from men are fully blocked in your mind, your goal as clear as piltover’s sky. you want to make this woman watch you until the very end, to have her gaze on you and you only.

and oh, does it work. sevika’s gaze does not move away from you even when your performance ends and you go back backstage, and you’re certain her eyes are focused on your thighs as you walk. the euphoria you feel after this dance was nothing you’ve ever experienced. for the first time since working here, you’re almost disappointed that you had to leave the stage. your theme song that usually drags on suddenly felt short. you want to give her more of you, all of you.

you sulk in your seat, fixing up your neatly done makeup. there isn’t any need to fix it, you just want to get your mind off of the woman, but it’s completely useless. her grey eyes pollute your brain, and you can still see them when you close your eyes. never in your life were you this desperate for someone, it’s almost embarrassing. you sigh and put the makeup brush done, pursing your lips together. you wonder if you’ll see her again, if you’ll get to dance for her just like you had just a moment ago. you would give her more than just a plain dance show, so much more.

your thoughts get abruptly interrupted by your boss, her voice loud and demanding as she calls out to you. all you can do is hold back an eye roll and get up from the chair, making her way over to her with a look that can only be described as ‘i don’t get paid enough for this.’

“you’re expected in the vip salon,” she bites, her wrinkles crinkling under that heavy layer of makeup. “it’s a very important guest. don’t fuck it up.”

she taps your chest with her point finger, long nail stabbing your skin, and leaves the backstage. you watch her arrogant stomp, scoffing under your breath as soon as she’s far enough from you to not hear it. she calls every guest important, even the scummiest man in zaun is a ‘special guest.’ you know why she says it, she wants you to do your best, to not embarrass her brand, but it quickly gets annoying than encouraging.

your heels thump against the floor as you walk slowly to the salon, your mind running at full speed. you can only hope it’s sevika, but a part of you doubts it. there is no way she liked your performance so much she’d pay for private dance, right?

oh, how wrong you were.

the second you open the fluffy curtain, you’re met with those same steel eyes, belonging to none other than sevika. you eye her up and down, taking in the way she sits on the couch, her muscular thighs spread open and her exposed arm thrown over the backrest. you linger on the bare part of her lower stomach, abs peeking out of the crop top and v-line disappearing under the waistband of her pants. it’s a downright sinful sight, almost picture worthy.

“i didn’t pay for you to just stand there, did i?” her deep voice catches you off guard, and your eyes travel back up to her face. she’s smirking at you, fully aware of your gawking.

you can only pray to janna to survive this dance, secluded in a small room with this dangerously sexy woman.

“right. sorry,” you give her a small apologetic grin while walking to the small music box in the corner to tune in a song.

your hands are shaking a little, but it’s hardly nervousness. it’s excitement, anticipation, maybe even a hint of arousal. your blood is running hot, and you can feel a kick of energy, as if dosed on shimmer. none of your customers made you feel this way, but her.

your hands are already wrapped around the silver pole with your back facing her, ready to move to the music until her voice echoed in your ears.

“come here.”

your whole body stiffens, the music blocked out in your mind. being a stripper for years, never had you actually danced in front of a client. it’s sort of a rule for you; just watch but no touch, but when it comes to sevika, you are more than ready to forget it all just to please her. you pull yourself away from the pole and walk up to her, hands running over your sides. her eyes never leave your face and, by the gods, shivers run down your spine in waves, running all the way between your legs.

three more steps, and you finally stand between her spread thighs, and only now that you stand so close you notice just how damn thick they are. she looked better up close, no art or photo of her could do her justice, that you are sure of. a smirk makes its way on sevika’s lips as she watches your hips sway, your fingertips tap and stroke your skin. she is so into it, her hand is practically itching to just grab you by the waist and drag you down on her thigh.

it’s as if your minds link for a moment, because your smaller hand finds hers, guiding it to your stomach. sevika doesn’t react, at least not visibly, though you can’t say that about yourself. the second her rough, calloused palm runs over your abdomen to your hip, your body reacts on its own, almost like it isn’t even connected to your brain. she pulls you down on her leg, chuckling under her breath as your breath hitches. she has you where she wants you, and you can only comply to her every wish.

“babette’s is a few blocks away, y’know?” you mutter breathlessly, and you can only curse yourself out for how affected you are by her mere presence. it’s embarrassing, humiliating even, but you are oh so close to not give a single fuck. “someone can catch us here.”

sevika chuckles once more, liking your slightly mouthy attitude. it makes her want to put you in your place, take out her bad mood on you in all the ways she can. “by the way you’re reacting, i doubt you even give a damn,” her voice fills your ears, laced with a playful biting tone. “cherry.”

you suddenly feel coldness of a metal on your arm, pointy ridges of metal fingers digging into the flesh. she moves you around like a rag doll, like you weight nothing to her, until you straddle both of her legs and your thighs are spread apart. “tell me, what kind of services can you offer for extra coin?” she teases you, her thick fingers toying and pulling on the string of your thongs, making it snap back to your skin. “besides a little lap dance.”

the air is thick with tension, pushing down on your shoulders. it’s an intense, sexual sensation, one you can barely get enough of. you feel as if you are getting dragged by the ankle into the deep pit of unbridled lust, and it bubbles deep in your belly. you crave her.

you yearn for her.

“for you? anything,” you muster up the last bits of your attitude and smirk at her, your hand coming up to her right shoulder to steady yourself. “free of charge.”

it’s all sevika needs, and in a matter of seconds, she pounces on you, her lips running along your pulse. she doesn’t kiss, not yet. she merely toys with you, shapes you to her liking until you are but a mess. every touch of hers has a purpose, and unlike in a brothel, she is taking her sweet damn time. she’s frustrating herself by this point, all of the shit she had to deal with were simmering under the lid and ready to leak out, but something in her told her to utterly wreck you.

the music continues to play, silencing every small noise that escapes from your mouth. her fingers start to travel lower, following the fabric of the lace until the fingertips hover just above your clothed clit. she doesn’t even brush over it, yet you can feel your cunt clench around nothing. you bit on your bottom lip as sevika’s fingers linger on your thong, cheap cherry taste of your lipstick hitting your tongue.

“means that i can do this, right?” she asks into your skin, finally putting pressure on your clit. you jump in her lap, the sudden touch making you flinch away.

sevika doesn’t let you move away. she only chuckles when her mechanical arm goes down to your hip, pinning you to her lap like you are her trophy. there is no way she’s letting you go now, she wants to see you tremble.

your mind is hazy, and so foggy you can barely think of anything other than her, and the feeling of her fingers circling over your sensitive clit.

“do anything you want. i’m here to give you a show, aren’t i?” you try to keep your bravado, but it collapses like a house of cards the second her hand slips under the fabric, touching your cunt.

“fuck, you’re wet,” she laughs at you, pulling away from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. “are you that desperate, or what?”

you cry out in pleasure as an answer, which is all she needs. her fingers tease your clit, circling it, pinching it between her thumb and point finger, which only makes you wetter for her. it’s as if you’ve never had a good fuck in your life, and she is there to fix that.

sevika continues to tease you for a few lingering seconds, simply enjoying the sight of you crumbling beneath her touch, until she moves lower and leaves your swollen bundle of nerves twitching, yearning for contact. she doesn’t waste time to slip not one, but two of her fingers into your drenched hole, stretching it out.

“oh fuck,” you groan out once you feel her fingers move, pumping into you in a rough, but slow pace.

she keeps them curled just right, brushing over that sweet spot that makes your back arch and your eyes roll back. it’s clear that she is experienced, because she knows just how to touch you to keep you shivering in her lap. you drop your head to look at her hand moving between your legs, but sevika doesn’t allow you that for long.

her prosthetic hand shoots up to your neck, cocking your head upwards to keep you from looking away. she only applies little pressure to your throat, not hard enough to choke you out, but rather a little warning.

“eyes on me, cherry,” she rasps out, her eyes so intense it sends shivers down your spine. “be a good girl.”

her voice has you clenching around her fingers, pathetic mewls of pleasure rolling out of your mouth. you have no choice but to keep your gaze on her, your sight blurry and slightly unfocused as sevika’s fingers continue to fuck your cunt. as much as she enjoys the sounds you’re making, your voice is slowly starting to get louder than the music that still plays in the background.

with the metal hand on your throat, she tugs you forward, crashing her lips on your in a bruising kiss to swallow the moans you’re letting out. she doesn’t give you a chance to let you dominate the kiss as her tongue slides into your mouth. she is in charge, and she’s letting you know it.

the taste of hard liquor and smoke hits your tongue, but you’re too deep in pleasure to cringe at the taste. in all honesty it turns you on even more. the sensation of her thick fingers, pumping in and out of your drenched pussy combined with her mouth on yours make you go crazy. you are so close, your orgasm just a few thrusts away.

the way your walls clench and unclench tells sevika that you’re about to cum, but where is the fun in giving you what you want so early. she pulls her fingers out, and when you try to whine in protest, she lands a few hard smacks on your cunt. you can feel the slaps even through the fabric of your lingerie, that’s how rough she is.

“not yet, cherry. i’m far from done with you,” she mumbles when she pulls away from the kiss, her lips glistening with the mixture of your and her saliva. she grins, reaching for one of many fluffy cushions and throwing it on the floor underneath you. “on your knees.”

she lets go of your throat, letting you sink down on the floor. your knees nuzzle into the softness of the pillow, hands falling on the buckle of her belt to undo it. sevika lifts her hips when you unbutton her pants, letting you pull them down along with her underwear. she pulls one leg out to spread her legs more, giving you space to get closer.

you don’t dive in right away. instead, you run your tongue over her thighs, all while looking up at her. it’s like your little revenge on her for teasing you before, and for not letting you cum. sevika grits her teeth, her nostrils flaring a little. a woman normally with patience of steel is suddenly a ticking bomb, ready to explode.

her real hand moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful of the strands. she doesn’t pull at it, but her grip is tight. “don’t test my patience. not today.”

the tone of her voice, authoritative and commanding gives you chills, your cunt once again clenching around nothing. your eyes wander over her body until it stops on the wet mess between her muscular legs, and that’s all it takes to convince you to give her what she wants.

“yes, ma’am,” you whisper, and sevika’s grip on your hair loosens just enough for you to move.

with one final glance at her face, you delve your tongue into her cunt, moaning at the taste of her. your nose nudges against her swollen clit, which makes her let out a deep moan. her whole expression falters as you eat her out, curses and noises escaping her mouth like a mantra, a sinful prayer.

“you’re good, cherry,” she praises you breathlessly, fingers combing through your hair. “you sure you – oh, fuck – didn’t choose a wrong profession?”

you don’t give her an answer, your mouth being too busy with her pussy to talk. you eat her like a woman starved, like she is your last meal. you can feel her slick staining your chin, but you can hardly care. you only have one goal in mind, and that’s to take her over the edge.

your own cunt throbs whenever she moans, or accidentally tugs at your hair when your tongue laps at her clit. you’re desperate for release, just as you are desperate for her. your hand slowly slides into your panties, chasing your orgasm as your fingers rub your clit.

sevika can see what you’re doing, but all she can think about is how well your mouth pleases her. she tries to compose herself, to last longer, but the burning sensation in the pit of her stomach is getting unbearable, the coil ready to snap at any moment. all she needs is one final push.

and you give it to her. your lips wrap around her clit, sucking on it, which is what sends sevika over the edge. she throws her head back and moans out loud, not even caring who might hear outside of the salon. she cums into your mouth, her thighs squeezing your head. your own orgasm follows right after, and you whimper into her cunt. your back arches, you can’t pull away nor can you catch a breath, not when her muscular thighs keep you in a lock. your whole lower face is buried in her cunt for a few seconds, and you have to tap on her thigh to let you go, your lungs begging for air.

she looks down at you and realization hits her, her legs spreading apart again to let you move. you both gasp for air when you pull away, pants filling the room. the music stopped playing a while ago, and it dawns on you that your time with her should’ve ended minutes ago. yet you find yourself unable to actually leave the salon, not when you have just silco’s second-in-command cum like that.

sevika, who is not in a better state than you, feels the same. she grins down at you, her hand caressing your hair with gentleness that’s almost uncharacteristic to her.

“you may be a stripper, cherry, but i think you just found yourself a regular.”

[parfaitblogs]

you know what would be cool? A blurb about Spencer and girly!reader who's a total nerd and loves ribbons, dresses and jewels. I HATE the stereotype of nerdy people who don't care much about how they look and dress in a ""weird"" way

spencer reid x girly!reader. fluff. 0.6k words. fem reader. reader likes harry potter (it's briefly mentioned. fuck jkr!)

a/n: so u mean penelope garcia?? kidding! idk how good i feel about this but i really wanted to get this request up sorry it’s so late :( thank you for the request ♡

spencer reid who did not expect to feel anything other than fleeting attraction for the pretty girl he had bumped into at the coffee shop closest to the quantico building. or to actually see you again other than that one moment in the midst of his running-late-to-work panic. only to have found out that the brand new member that aaron hotchner was introducing that day was none other than that same pretty girl. 

who had stammered out another apology — the stack of them were growing quite high for a man you had only met that morning — and introduced himself to you, properly. spencer reid who you could hear telling morgan to shut up, because "she might hear you!" because he was teasing spencer about the way he was looking at you and he feared the absolute worst when it came to girls like you. 

spencer reid who's nerves melted away the first time you contributed something to the team during a briefing — something about the statistics of the child abduction you all were currently investigating, that he was able to bounce off of and agree with. you both had to dumb down the words you had used and explain it to the rest of the team again. which he was used to. he didn't think he'd ever find someone who had to do that as well. 

who listened to you when you began to ramble about this book series you were reading and how cool it is because "it spans like three different continents and there's so many different sub-series but they all connect somehow!" and nobody else was listening. but he was.

spencer reid who began to accept your rides home after you had learned he usually catches the train, because you had discovered he lived only a block away from you. rides home that eventually turned into going over to each other's apartments after that one time he said he wanted to show you the hogwarts lego set because you mentioned liking the series. 

he stopped coming up with excuses to have you over the fourth time, and had simply said "i just want you to come over". that was the day you had discovered you think you might like him. 

spencer reid who let you sleep on his bed despite your own insistence when it hit two in the morning and you both had work the next morning and you were still at his apartment watching doctor who together (he was flabbergasted to learn you had never seen it). 

and he had woken you up the next morning and he was so cute and his hair was sticking up everywhere and he was kind of smiling at you and you confirmed with yourself that yes, you liked him. 

spencer reid who had properly asked you on a date after a long three months of you flirting with him because morgan had been seeing it and was getting sick of him doing nothing about it. who picked you up this time, and had laughed when you wound the windows of his car back up because "my hair will fly everywhere!" and "if i lose this bow, you're paying for a new one spencer reid!"

but he had also kind of forgotten how to talk, when he sat across from you at the kind of dingy italian restaurant (he didn't know where else to take you, okay?). because while he had fallen for a girl who shared so many interests with him he was sure she might be his carbon copy, he was also violently reminded (as he was every time he looked at you) how pretty you were. 

and spencer reid wishes he could describe you with any other word, because he's sure there's bigger and harder to say words out there that could describe you. but none of them made sense the way pretty did. 

you had questioned his silence and he had stammered as much as he did the day you met, and you smiled because if all it took was you dressing up to fluster him, you decided you'd do it a lot more often.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly ♡

[kylelovskii]

idk but now that kyle finally asked reader to be his gf, what if they were just hanging out and stuff so then kyle leaves to go do something but ends up coming back and sees reader masturbating and theyre just like a total hot mess on his bed waiting for him… just a thought bc im feeling pretty freaky atm LOL i need kyle hes such a meanie

-❤️ anon

been a while.. :3

i’ve missed writing about mean kyle, so let’s do this! 😈

the fuck do you think you’re doing?

“hey, baby, i’m gonna get some snacks for movie night, okay?” kyle told you, cupping your plush cheeks and kissing your forehead.

“okay..” you respond, closing your eyes as he plants his lips on your temple. you watched as he walked away. his white wife beater hugging him perfectly, and the way his basketball shorts hung perfectly around his waist. you’d been so desperate for him the entire day, but still so shy to even say anything. despite all the change, that old, shy, innocent (y/n) was still down there.

he shut the bedroom door behind him as he waltzed out. you knew he’d be gone for a bit. he usually likes to cook something up for the two of you on movie nights, then have extra snacks on the side. what to do with all this time?

who’s to say you couldn’t rub one out real quick? if he didn’t catch you, no harm no foul, right?

and with that last thought, you sunk more into his bed, reaching your hand down your baggy pajama pants. you pushed one finger between your folds, already so slick from just the mere sight of kyle a few moments prior. you massage the bundle of nerves between the pudge of your pussy, then push your middle finger into your hole.

you sigh at the relief you’ve been craving for the past 4 hours. sure, it wasn’t as good as kyle’s fingers, but it got the job done.

you add another finger, speeding up to make this process go faster so kyle wouldn’t catch you. kyle’s rule was, and i quote: “if i ever catch your fucking your self without my permission, you’ll be in a world of hurt, you get me?”

and you did get him, you just didn’t want to burden him when he probably didn’t feel like it. besides, it’s movie night, and why would you ruin that?

you were on the edge, so caught up in the release you were about to get, that you didn’t hear the bedroom door swing open. so caught up in how good you felt that you didn’t hear him yelling at you.

“hey! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

you yelped, scrambling up against the headboard, staring at kyle, horrified.

“who said you could do that, huh?” he spat, slowly walking over to you, his fists clenched.

“wait— i’m sorry! i didn’t want to bother you, and—” you were cut off by the painful sting in your scalp when he grabbed your hair, pulling your face up to his. “don’t be fucking stupid. get up, strip.”

you were quite terrified to say the least, so you quickly got up and stepped back away from your fuming boyfriend. you took off your t-shirt, then your pajama pants. you stood there, half naked, staring at him.

“why are you looking at me like you can’t understand english? i said strip.”

oh. he wanted you naked naked. okay. you brought the straps of your bra down, your perky tits bouncing out. you then pulled the pink cotton panties off your waist and kicked them to the side.

“you wanna get fucked so bad? then you’ll get fucked. lay down,” he ordered, pointing to the bed. you whined and climbed on the bed, laying down, vulnerable for him.

he tugged off his shirt, then took off his silky basketball shorts and threw them in a laundry basket along with his boxers.

“i think you’ve had enough prep, yeah? being greedy all alone in here, not even bothering to ask me. you know the rules, don’t cha?” he asked, smooshing your face together with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. “answer me, bitch.”

“yes! yes i remember! i’m sorry, ky— please!” then you felt a sharp pain against your face. “i don’t care if you’re sorry. you broke a rule, and now you’ll get punished. nothing has changed,” he forcefully explained before shoving his dick inside you. you cried out which turned into a long whine.

“aw, yeah? see? your fucking fingers can’t do this, only i can.” he reached his hand up and held your neck tightly, but not tight enough to stop your breathing. he pounded into you, harder and faster with each thrust.

“hah— ky! i’m gonna— you’re—” you tried to speak, but he was fucking you so good you couldn’t even form a sentence. “no you’re not. not until i do. you don’t deserve it.”

he slid his hand up, prying your mouth open more with his thumb, and with that a small fetching noise came from his throat before he spit in your mouth. “swallow,” he demanded, and you did.

each time his cock went back inside your cunt, it only pushed you more to the edge. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out, but then you heard a high pitched groan come out of kyle’s mouth and then a warm sensation shoot inside you. that did it for you and you hit your high, legs shaking, locking them around kyle’s waist to make them stop.

but he kept going.

“stop! stopstopstop! kyle— please, wait—” he covered your mouth with his hand to shut you up, which didn’t really work, but you stopped talking at least. “what’s wrong? can’t take it? this is what you’ve been so desperate for, right? so you will take it. shut up and take it.”

orgasm after orgasm, kyle finally let up and pulled out, but he hadn’t cum yet. he inched up near your face, took off his glasses, and shoved them on your face. lean leaned his head back, stroking his cock until he came all over your face, recreating the scene that happened at cartman’s house many moons ago.

he let out a guttural moan as he did so, sighing when he finally came down from his high.

“go..go clean up,” he slurred, flopping down next to you as you looked at him confused. “you’re not gonna help?”

“no. you’ve been a bad girl. besides, i cooked. that’s enough of caring for one night. and clean my glasses too!” he shouted after you as you walked into the bathroom connected to his room.

kyle always took care of you, but bad girls know how to take care of themselves, right?

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (This is yummy.✨😈, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, idk) ( @gemini-sensei )

Imagine if Hawk, who is teaching at the dojo, ends up going to a adult tournament. Of course he’s going under the dojo name. He wants to give the dojo another trophy. Maybe it’s a bit of his ego, maybe he’s just trying to be cool with boosting the dojo rep. He’s pumped to be able to join a new tournament. It feels like forever since he’s been in a full fledged league.

Of course this time his girlfriend is no longer just his girlfriend, she’s now his wife!

She’s so excited to see him fight in the big leagues. Sadly she didn’t get to see him fight when he first started karate. She’s so excited to get to see him on the mats hashing it out.

When the day finally come the event hall is buzzing with life. A good hundred people have showed up to watch the matches that would be held that day. All kinds of people have shown up to participate. Everyone is in awe as they walk in to see the mix of people. Some are from the States, some are from other countries that flew in just to be there. It’s almost dizzying with just how many people there are.

Johnny and Daniel tell the couple that they are going to meet them inside the main event room. They want to go watch some of the warm up matches. Heading off they leave the two alone for a moment. Hawk leads his wife all around the main hall explaining some of the simple things about the tournament and the grounds they are on. When they finally get to the main event room she is in pure shock. Dozens of pre-match warm-ups are going on all around the room.

It’s amazing to watch so many people show off their skills before the main event starts. The two watch a few matches, Hawk pointing out some of the moves and techniques. He points them out and explains them. Reader just nods as she tries to suck up all the new information.

She can’t believe he’s so fluent with all of the different techniques going on in the room.

She bites her cheek trying not to giggle, she knows her husband is smart.

Fast forward and Hawk is killing his opponents on the mats.

He’s won multiple matches, striking out half of the competition. He’s sweaty and tired but putting up a hell of a fight. Reader is cheering him on from the sidelines. Yelling out “Yes baby! Wooooo kick their ass Eli!!” while she jumps around. She feels like a little school girl with how excited she is. At this point she was his chubby little cheerleader. Johnny and Daniel are watching from the sensei area of the mats, their eyes trained on the match’s. Hawk is doing great and at the pace he’s going, he most likely will make it to the finals.

A few matches later and he does.

He faces off with only a hand full of people before the last match is to take place. He made it down to the last fight. He knows he’s going to have to step it up for this last match. He had to bring it home for the dojo’s name. The finale match is announced and the last two candidates are called for a break. The room quiets down as everyone waits for the final round to start again. A twenty-minute delay for the fighters to get cleaned up in the locker room.

The locker room is completely empty as Hawk makes his way back. Sweat is pouring down his face and neck. Half of his gi is soaked at this point. He grabs some towels to try and wipe it up as much of it as possible. So focused in trying to clean himself up he doesn’t notice Reader when she walks in. She creeps around the locker room for a moment, trying her best to stay quiet. Slowly she sneaks up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He smirks as he eyes her up.

It’s only a minute or two later that he has his gi pants half down and his fat dick out. Thrusting into his wife’s tight cunt. She’s squeezing his dick like crazy as he fucks her on top of one of the locker room benches. They hardly fit on it but it doesn’t matter. Hawk is too busy watching his wife’s fat tits bounce around in his face. Top pulled down with her bra cups pushed down. He sucks fat hickies into them.

Licking and sucking as hard as he can, spit covers her whole chest but it just has her moaning more. Her legs are locked around his narrow hips. She try’s to pull him as close as she can. Nails digging into his creamy back leaving marks in their wake.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me!!” Her eyes cross as she’s pushed closer to her orgasm. Legs shaking with every new thrust. His dick hitting her spongy walls just right. It has her mouth-watering, her mind blank and her ears going. All she can focus on is the sexy man on top of her. The bench digs into her soft and fluffy back. She could care less, her toes curling by the minute.

“Fuck! Johnny always use to tell me not to fuck before a match, but fuck that! I have to fuck this fat pussy full! Creampie my slutty ass wife who can’t keep her hands to herself until the last match is over!” He snaps his hips extra hard into her. She groans at the feeling of him slamming into her cervix. His full balls slap against her fat ass. She can feel them twitch as he gets closer and closer.

They only have a few minutes until the final match starts.

“I’ll give you a champion! Please!! Oh fuck please Eli baby! Please cum inside me! I’m gonna cum!!” She squeals. Her eyes are rolling back at this point.

Hawk grunts, his tongue lavishing over his lips. A smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes that sparkles. He looks down at his wife’s blissed-out face. Watching where they are connected. A layer of creamy white froth covers her fat pussy lips, it bubbles from around his dick.

“A champion you say? Fucking cum on this dick and I’ll make sure I give you a camp. Cream on my cock Reader! Now!” He shoved her harder onto the bench below. His thrusts pick up and moments later he feels her convulsing under him. Her pussy tightness up into a death grip. Tight wall doing their best to milk him for his creamy cum. Her eyes roll back as she cums around her husband's thick cock.

Seconds later he is thrusting as deep as he can go and releasing rope after rope of streaming hot seed into her.

He feels the way her belly bloats under his hand.

They shear a heavy kiss as their orgasms tapper off. Stuck like that for just another minute or two. Both of them can hear the way the crowed outside the locker room has started to pick up again. They do their best to catch their breath again, a few more kisses exchanged. Slowly they pull away from each other and with a loud set of hisses Hawk pulls out of her puffy pussy. A thick stream of cum is slow to leak out of her used hole. Her clit twitch in the aftermath, her chubby belly rising a falling.

Quickly they clean up before heading back out to the crowded arena.

Reader with a slight limp as she makes her way back to the stands.

The whole time Johnny is just rolling his eyes as he watches them. He could tell by her limp and his smirk what they were doing in that locker room.

He chews him out later about it.

But the match goes perfectly. Hawk scores point after point until he hits a stand still. The person he is up against starts dodging faster and faster. They land a hit on him which has him spinning. He doubles down on his efforts, dogging their hits and learning their flaws. Soon enough he’s landing the last hit and earning the winning point!

The crowd goes wild once the referee announces that these the winner. Reader runs to him and hugs him, he's hugging her with one arm while the other one holds his new trophy. She gives him so many kisses along with lots of praise.

All of them end up going back to the dojo and celebrating. The new trophy is put on a big shelf on one of the main walls of the dojo. Later a picture taken of him after the tournament is placed above it. It's a sweet memory for all of them.

Especially when not even a full month later Reader is handing Eli a positive pregnancy test. A huge smile on her face.

“I told you I would give you a champion.”

“You mean OUR little champion right?”

Hawk grins as he kisses Reader's still-soft tummy.

[berryhobii]

loveeeee how u are feeding us with constantly uploading fics😍!!

can u do namjoon or jimin with thick blk fem reader and they're ass guys or something idk

Thanks for your request! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

~

If asked to pick his favorite parts of you, Jimin had a few answers.

Obviously everything since you were his perfect baby love honey pie.

If asked to choose specifics, well your eyes of course. And your nose. And your smile just made his heart race. Your ears were adorable too. Your hands fit perfectly in his. How could he forget your cute hands too?

Yeah, Jimin loved everything about you.

“Jimin, get off my legs. They’re falling asleep.”

“Mhmm? Let them….”

“Jimin!”

You and Jimin were currently lounging on your bed. The sheets had been freshly changed, both of you freshly showered, and with the weather becoming colder outside, it was the prime time for snuggles.

Only, Jimin was doing the majority of the snuggling.

You were laid out your belly, trying to complete another day in Good Pizza Great Pizza. Only to get frustrated because these dumb customers kept giving you riddles! How were you supposed to know they only wanted bell peppers on half the pizza!? That’s not what their cryptic way of explaining implied.

You loved spending these moments with your lover. Feeling him close and helping him relax after his long days filled your heart with content. Caring for him and knowing he came to you to alleviate all of his stress was comforting.

But it was hard to be comforting when you were so uncomfortable.

Jimin’s head was laid right on your ass, his body taking place between your slightly spread legs. Both of his hands occasionally squeezed at your cheeks, a light smack or two scattered between those.

He was incredibly close to falling asleep and would have been if you hadn’t of disturbed him.

You wiggled around a little, trying to get him to move but he just whined and held onto your buttocks tighter.

“Stop moving. You can shake your ass on my face later.” He yawned.

You held back a laugh at his sleepy voice. He’s the only person you knew that could plan sex while moments from dreamland.

Huffing, you said, “what’s your obsession with my ass anyway? It’s just an ass.”

That seemed to wake him up more, his head lifting. You craned yours the best you could to be able to see him, snorting at the serious yet scandalized look on his face.

“It’s not just an ass. It’s your ass. And your ass is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Are you implying that dating me isn’t the best thing that ever happened to you?” You teased.

He rolled his eyes. “Your ass comes with dating you so they’re basically the same thing. Your butt is soft and jiggly and when you bounce on my cock…..”He hissed, shaking his head. “It’s like magic.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hand down on your left ass cheek, eyes mesmerized as he watched the fat ripple. And you were only wearing panties which made the effect look all the better.

“Then how about I bounce on your cock instead? I’m starting to consider shutting down my small business for the night.”

The weight was off your legs immediately. You turned over and sat up, laughing at the hilarious sight that met you.

Jimin was trying to simultaneously take off his shirt and pajama pants—his arms were stuck and he was jumping on one foot attempting to get out of his pants.

He finally got everything off, hair tussled and breathing hard like he just ran a marathon.

You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. He raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up since this situation was actually pretty funny to him as well.

But he had to be serious!

“Prepare your ass, baby.”

He tackled you onto the bed, giggles and sweet kisses being traded between you two, his hands squeezing at your ass

Jimin still loved everything about you but your ass definitely had a very special place in his heart.

And in his hands.

[weskin-time]

Hi Tezi :) this is my first time requesting something, how are you doing?

I was wondering if you could write a little scenario about Carlos being Jealous. He probably doesn't get jealous too often/fast so I imagine it's a little slow burn like. I dont care if you make it angsty or fluffy or nsfw or all at once.

Idk, do whatever you want with this :) thanks and have fun!

Hi anon! i’m doing the best i can be doin!!! i hope you like this, i feel it’s not my best work but i do like how it turned out! sorry for the wait!!! i love writing for Carlos so much, and this wasn’t an excuse to talk about my favorite dog breed.

not beta read. slight nsfw mention?

Jealous!Carlos x GN!Reader

this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written

carlos isn’t the type of man to get extremely jealous.

he trusts you and the relationship you have

he’s not the type of guy to hide his phone or make you block people he doesn’t want you talking to

he trusts you

he will ask you to read the text he just got if he’s doing something that can’t let him check his phone

he has no issues with you hanging out with other people regardless of sex

i’m trying to drive the point as hard as i can

you two have an extremely healthy relationship where you two communicate and rarely argue

you didn’t even know he could get jealous

that is until,,,

Carlos moved into your place a while back, his apartment too small to house two people, life with him has been nice. The two of you were slowly leaving the honeymoon phase of a relationship and were just two people existing in the same space together, two people that happened to be in love with each other so much that you both talked about it for months and you two were finally ready to enter the next stage of yalls relationship.

It was a tough choice, months of talking and deciding, sleepless nights spent searching, till the two of you came to a conclusion. Soon another member would join your unit, making it feel more like a family. Months were spent preparing for the change, toys, food, everything was bought and ready for when the time would come.

The two of you walked in through the door of your home holding a tiny bundle of joy. It wiggled in your arms, it’s eyes wide taking in the new surroundings.

For being a puppy the dog was already huge. She was a Irish Wolfhound, a massive dog breed, one that you’ve always wanted since you were a child, and with Carlos’s support you were finally in a place in your life where you could have the massive dog of your dreams. It took forever for the two of you to find the breed to settle on for your first dog together, you suggested the breed jokingly explaining how you’ve always wanted one and soon Carlos looked into them and fell in love with them too.

So here you were, brining this dream dog into your home. It felt surreal to have something you’ve wanted since childhood, to look down and see the girl excited in your arms, to look back and see Carlos carrying a large bag of puppy food over his shoulder. Needless to say you were fucking ecstatic.

After settling down a tad you let the puppy run around the house to explore, under supervision of course. You bounced off names with Carlos, thinking of names that would better suit a cat or names that just sounded stupid, none of them stuck really.

You couldn’t leave the puppy alone, you were instantly attached to her. The entire day you played with her, cuddled up to her, and just kept your eyes on her, she was one of the best things you could have ever gotten. Her kisses made you giggle, the stomping outside as you tried to get her used to a leash early on, she would flop around and slide across the floors on her big paws. The two of you instantly formed a bond meanwhile she seemed to be indifferent about your boyfriend, which made you laugh.

Carlos for the entire day seemed thrilled at the beginning, but by the night he seemed a little disgruntled. He almost seemed a little withdrawn and slightly annoyed at the dog as the sun set, the opposite of you.

Thankfully the puppy was tired out enough to be put in her crate for the first night with no problems, she was fast asleep in that floppy way only puppy’s can get, the way you wish you could sleep.

Settling down for bed you noticed Carlos’s distance for the first time that night, he barley spoke to you and you were extremely confused when he turned over on his side to face away from you in bed.

“Los?” You whispered knowing he was awake.

he gave a grunt back in response.

“You feelin okay?” You pondered trying to think of ways he could be down in the dumps. You have no idea how he could be upset when there’s a damn puppy in your house that you can go pet at any time.

“Just tired.” He was curt with his words.

You wracked your brain trying to find any information on why he could be this way, not trusting his defense for a second. Then it clicked. He had to be jealous of the new dog. The entire day since you got home with her your mind has been on her, taking photos and videos, laughing, playing with her, the most you’ve done with Carlos today was try to figure out a name for her. When your boyfriend was making dinner you barely spoke to him as you left him in the house alone as you played outside with your girl. You felt like laughing a bit, he never gets jealous over people but a dog stealing his attention takes the cake. You smiled and poked his shoulder to make him role over.

After a few seconds of poking him he turned to lay on his back with a sharp ‘what’. Before he could even process it you slithered your way under the covered to lay on his chest, your hips slotted between his legs as you looked up at him. Your boyfriend seemed to relax a tad with your touch, he always loved physical contact with you even if he was being a jealous dork at the moment.

“Are you jealous of the puppy?” You smile at him sweetly to try and convey that it’s okay if he feels that way.

He’s silent for a second, seemingly weighing the options of telling you the truth or lying again. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, “No.” He spoke with a small smile on his face. “Why would I be jealous of a tiny baby dog? I’m so much cooler than a dog to get jealous.”

“You’re still my favorite puppy.” Reaching up your hand to run your fingers through his hair, you failed to hold in the small laugh at the instant blush on his face.

“Shush it.” was all the warning he gave you before he rolled the two of you over, now he lay on your chest, his full weight on your bones was comforting.

You chuckled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. It was your turn to wrap your arms around him, your dominant one going back to rub his head.

“Sorry for acting like a dick over this dog.” He mumbled.

“It’s alright Carlos don’t worry. Don’t apologize for getting jealous.” It was sorta your fault for almost ignoring him the whole day to a degree.

“No, you were so happy to get this dog. You’ve wanted it all your life and here I am being a dick about it.”

You stopped messing with his soft hair and gave him a massive squeeze to the best of your ability in the position you’re in.

“You’re a dork Carlos, not a dick. It’s okay to be jealous if a dog is taking the attention away from my other dog.”

He playfully bit your neck lightly and made a little woof sound. “I love you. I’m sorry for being shitty today.”

“I love you too Carlos, it’s alright don’t worry. it’s kinda cute if you get this clingy after so maybe i should make you jealous more often.” you chuckled.

A whimper could be heard from across the bedroom followed by a yip and a growling.

“She’s awake.” Captain obvious on your chest stated.

“Let’s take her out yea? Think of names while we’re out there too.” You offered.

Carlos pressed a tender kiss to your pulse and got off you, you got out of bed as he made his way over to her crate and kneeled down.

“You gotta go outside Princess?” He asked, the grey puppy cocked her head at him and wagged her tail. “Let’s go sweetheart, come on.”

“If you keep talking to her like that maybe it’ll be my turn to get jealous.”

[onmyyan]

Currently trying to overcome writer's block for this writing trade I'm doing so I had to go back to the delmonts and boy howdy- hear me out. I had the perfect idea for a shared! darling

Free use kink. Like, it's probably a lot of work to divvy out the times and the days that the boys would get with you. It's made even more complicated since I'm sure the boys would all agree that darling's wishes come first. So while they each have their days where they spend time with the reader doing cute domestic things or just fluffy content in general- the nsfw is a little more chaotic

It's really a- if darling lets you do it you can go for it. And if the darling has been raised around these boys their whole life and is, by now, used to all their affections and shenanigans just takes it all in stride. After all, these are very affectionate boys we're dealing with here.

Just imagine it, waking up and then heading to the bathroom to shower and then Ricky's sliding on in to have some fun before he has to get to work and get everything ready for the day. He grabs a coffee and dips after a small bout of affection, leaving reader to clean themselves again.

It's a bit of a lazy morning so aside from Cas cooking in the kitchen, no one's there. You go to help make breakfast and suddenly shorts are being pulled down and he's taking his darlin over the counter. Or, even better, you get to go on the ride of your life while he feeds you breakfast.

Cas then heads off to tend to the gardens and grocery shop, leaving you to hang with Gabe who's returning from a morning workout/run. Probably doesn't actually have to show up at the shop until there's something to fix so he plays some video games while you watch. You tell him all about how your morning has been and now he's feeling very left out and really needy. Just hoists you up and bounces you while he's playing. If this is a regular thing there's no real hesitation, just a sudden tug and bam.

Groans when Ricky texts him, leaving you a mess in the living room before he heads off, though he's always certain to give you a smooch goodbye. Will carry you to your room if you ask.

The twins are probably the last to wake, stirring sometime in the afternoon due to whatever it is those two get up to late at night. Partying, murder, arson, idk. They don't even have to ask- they know just from looking at their darling about what's happened. Clearly, they've been cheated of a very happy morning.

But you certainly want to make it up to them right?? It's only fair!

Getting sandwiched between the twins for the next few hours might not have been what you had planned, but it's not unwelcome. The two of them take turns and behave if just to spare you the extra exhaustion of having to juggle between the two of them. Once they're finished they cuddle up to you and take care of your every need till they get called away to the shop or until their other plans come up.

I dunno how you feel about it, but I don't find the mental image of the reader being all surrounded in the conversation pit by the brothers to be an awful sight. Just imagine, it's a real real busy day. Cas has breakfast wrapped and on the table for you. Little snacks and treats from the twins scattered everywhere for you. A note from Ricky explaining and apologizing that the boys couldn't be there to wake you up. Gabe grumpy because he's too busy to even leave a message or thing behind like the rest of the brothers. Yeah, he's that busy.

You just chill in the house for the whole day, watching tv or reading or playing games. Whatever burns the time and keeps your attention. Then all the boys come home very apologetic and very needy. They want to make it up to you and before you know it every facet of you is being used one way or another. Barely any space or time to think, just, all you can do is focus on what they're giving you and taking it in all in stride- metaphorically and phyically.

God. And if darling really wanted to try their luck or maybe its been one too many days of this treatment and they've become very well trained they just go around bottomless. Makes it all easier that way. It also serves as the biggest "take me now" sign. Darling at that point WILL be grabbed and will be thoroughly ravished.

Thank you for listening to my TedTalk and now having finished this, my writer's block is over and I will disappear to try and finish this piece I'm working on lol no more procrastinating!!

the bark that left me at this was....something lmfao

but fr this is so tasty??? and also super likely in the shared darling universe, omfg there's nowhere in that house you haven't had your guts rearranged in.

[ctlightner]

@summerchild-finn

Hi! Finally saw this reply, and I will absolutely explain.

First of all, I want to be clear that I love Alva. She's a spiritual successor to Megara from Disney's Hercules, and I think she has a very well done arc in the movie. This is not me hating on a canon female character for the sake of gay shipping. I think she and Jesper have great chemistry... I just think Jesper and Klaus have even better chemistry.

Part of that is the nature of the flim: it's a buddy movie, so it's important for the two buddies to bounce off each other and make us believe they're good together--if not romantically, then platonically. I can't say I've watched a lot of buddy movies, but if I were writing one, one of my top priorities would be to make sure the leads worked well together on a base level.

However, if we look more closely at the language of film--how the scenes are laid out, the shots, the cuts, etc--I think the movie starts resembling a romance when it comes to Klaus and Jesper.

(warning, this turned into 3k of film analysis. very long and image heavy. spoilers for klaus, and the discussion assumes youve seen it at least once)

Exhibit A: The Touch

Step one is a base of good chemistry, but then we add in things like Jesper accidentally touching Klaus' broad chest and pulling away quickly (~43 min in):

But that's not the beginning and end of this sequence, otherwise it would simply read more platonic. See, when Jesper firsts lays his hands on Klaus, his eyes travel to his hands. And then he realizes what he's done and glances up at Klaus:

The shot lingers on this quiet moment between them, filled with nothing but touch. And if that was it, well, yeah you'd get people reading it as romantic, but it still could just be platonic as Jesper realizes he's breached the personal bubble of the man he thought was an axe murderer two nights ago. But something happens between Jesper realizing he fumbled over the touch barrier and him pulling away:

A POV shot. Through Jesper's eyes.

When we shift into Jesper's head, we're privy to a full reaction from Klaus. We don't know exactly what's going on in his head, but he's not angry. If anything, he looks quizzical. Part of this is because Jesper doth protest too much about how much he cares about toy delivery, and this mountain man is re-learning social interaction after decades of isolation.

But again, the movie pauses here. It's not a long, long shot, but it is about one second long. That doesn't seem like a lot, but you can fit quite a bit of information in one second of a movie. Furthermore, the entire sequence, from the initial touch to pulling away is a solid 5 seconds. The movie purposefully delays us here, on this moment, to make sure we see them interact in this way.

Let's play Swap the Genders for a second. If Jesper was, idk, Jespina, how would this interaction be different? Theoretically, it's the same actions and the same, surrounding implications of plot context. But we as an audience have been trained to read "boy and girl share brief, awkward touch" as foreshadowing for a romantic future. In all genres, not just romcoms and dramatic romances, though you bet your butt they're extremely deliberate in those. And with how long the movie lingers here, it would absolutely read as romantic if this were m/f.

But Wait There's More!

Exhibit B: Jesper, The Light

At about the 55 minute mark, we get another interesting sequence. By this point, we know that Klaus' store of toys is drying up, and he hasn't been keen on making more. Jesper, meanwhile, is still a few letters shy of being able to go home to luxury, so he gets an idea on how to convince Klaus to make more toys for Christmas.

We see Klaus out chopping wood when the magic wind we saw earlier in the film (that convinced him to go on the initial deliveries), leads him up to his workshop. Once there, he's greeting by a curtain obscuring part of the shop. A lantern within exudes soft, comforting golden light, and we see a silhouette moving.

The silhouette is feminine, from the look of hair pulled back, to the curvy spine, to the soft triangle of the lower body that implies a dress. We're to assume there is woman there, and as the sequence continues, we're led to assume this is a woman Klaus knows.

He starts to approach, a look of surprise on his face. Then we get a close-up that further betrays his want and concern and hope. This is all portrayed without words, by the way. It's just a series of well-executed shots and poignant music. It's an excellent example of how to raise tension via shots when you have a very stoic character. Klaus doesn't really move his face much. He doesn't mug to the camera like a desperate Let's Player to illustrate that he's having Complicated Emotions. Instead, the shot changes intensify. By the time Klaus is ready to see who's behind the curtain, so are we.

And after all that buildup, the feminine figure reaches out and flings the curtain away to reveal...

Twink Supreme.

Klaus is annoyed the silhouette wasn't who he thought it was and gets more annoyed the longer Jesper tries to pitch him on making toys for Christmas. Klaus tries to get him to stop, but he helps himself to the workshop and starts touching things he shouldn't. This culminates when Jesper yanks a sheet off a wall.

He reveals a very dusty fixture with a familiar-looking masculine woodcut, and a less familiar, but notable feminine one. And underneath their slot are completely empty ones. This is the first time the scene has been shunted into darkness since Klaus entered the workshop.

Klaus is horrified at this thing, even though we can surmise he made it himself. This is forbidden, even to him.

He orders Jesper to leave. Jesper obliges, and we follow him back to the post office where he meets up with absolute cinnamon roll Margú and finally decides to help her write a letter so she can get her own toy like the townies. Jesper goes to Alva for help and via the power of pop ballad montage, we see them get a little closer and end the sequence with the letter in hand.

Now, Jesper knows he can't ask Klaus for help making Margú her toy, so he sets off to make it himself despite not being qualified in the slightest. It's the thought that counts, right?

As the ballad ballads on, we get a crossfade from Jesper working by candlelight to Klaus still sitting and brooding in his dark workshop. A crossfade is a type of transition from scene to scene where one picture gradually fades into the next. As we fade from Jesper to Klaus, we get an incredible image:

Jesper is in the forbidden zone. His visage has replaced the dusty, hidden remnants that have been there so long. Moreover, once again, the movie heavily contrasts light and dark. Much like how the curtains obscuring Jesper earlier were the only light in the darkness of the workshop, now again is Jesper the beacon of warmth. A beacon that Klaus has turned away from, much like he did the tree carving before.

Now, I need y'all to put a pin in this. I swear I have a conclusion to this sequence, but I need to talk about something else first.

Exhibit C: The Porch Scene

Klaus eventually shows up to the post office and sees that Jesper made a mess of the woodworking for the gift. He starts fixing it, and the two head out into the night to the nearby Sámi camp/village to deliver Margú's toy. The ballad is still going, by the way, and it rises back up in lyrics and power as the young girl tests out her... snow-windsurfing board? It looks dope. Jesper seemingly for the first time understands the meaning of doing good deeds. Eventually, they return to Klaus' home, all excited from the escapade. Especially Jesper.

As they stable the reindeer, Klaus admits that it's been a long time since he's felt this way, and that "she" used to tease him when he got that doofy smile on his face. Who is "she," Jesper asks.

"My Lydia," he replies.

Klaus recounts how he and his wife found enjoyed their little mountain hideaway. But, he says, it wasn't going to be the two of them for long.

Light blossoms again as we flash back to a younger Klaus and his wife, excited to start their lives together, and very excited to start a family, a large one. At least seven children judging by the niches on the tree. Unfortunately for them, no children came. And then Lydia got sick. And then she was gone. He supposes he lost his way after she died, making birdhouse after birdhouse because she loved birds.

"Then," Klaus says, turning to gaze fondly at Jesper, "you showed up."

He says that he never thought he'd feel this again--"this" of course being the joy of seeing children's faces when they got a new toy he worked hard on. No, "this" doesn't refer to romance, but again, if Jesper were Jespina, we would absolutely be expected to take this as, if not foreshadowing, then barely-subtextual confirmation that there are romantic feelings somewhere in the mix.

But that's not just looking too hard through a queer lens at this interaction. Remember that pin from the previous section? Pull it out and let's discuss. See, the movie, through film language alone, equates Jesper to Lydia.

We were expected to believe the silhouette from earlier was a woman's. A woman who we understood to be important to Klaus. Now, we know that she wasn't just important, he loved her, was married to her. To see her silhouette in Jesper's positions the two as equals if they can so easily be mistaken for each other. Essentially, something about Jesper reminded Klaus of Lydia.

But of course, the movie didn't do this just once.

The movie equates Jesper to Lydia when it crossfades between the post office and the workshop during the breakup sequence. I mentioned that Jesper is the light in the darkness here, but superimposing him over something so important and devastating to Klaus places him squarely within the field of those feelings as well. And once we learn that the carved tree was Klaus and Lydia's wish for family, suddenly Jesper being there in the frame puts him as family.

Now, could you read this as just platonic "found family?" Yeah, absolutely, and the film does a great job doing that later on when the Sámi enter the workshop. But I argue that the movie has gone out of its way several times to specifically equate Jesper and Lydia. These two people are both lights in the darkness for Klaus. They tease him good-naturedly. But most importantly, the porch scene recontextualizes a much earlier scene from being merely mysterious to Lydia outright endorsing Jesper's presence in Klaus' life.

Back around the 30 minute mark, Jesper approached Klaus after a successful day of getting the kids to write letters for toys. He implores Klaus to give away his myriad of toys that're just collecting dust in the workshop. Klaus is seemingly less than impressed, until a strange wind blows in. We see this odd wind several times throughout the movie, and Klaus seems to understand what it wants, despite it not speaking. During the porch scene, we learn that he believes the strange wind is Lydia's spirit keeping him company and giving him a nudge in the right direction if he needs it. At the end of the movie, the wind tells him it's time to let go and to move on. At the point where Jesper is trying to persuade Klaus to do deliveries...

The strange wind circles him in a halo, forcing Klaus to pay attention. The wind's approval--Lydia's approval--is what makes Klaus decide to help deliver the toys beyond the first one.

Essentially, not only does the movie equate Jesper to Lydia through imposing their likenesses over each other and through similar light/dark contrasts, it has her appear in the beginning and straight-up endorse Jesper's entry into Klaus' life.

Exhibit D: "Ah, Young Love!"

This next section is not so much about the homoeroticism as is it why, despite my love for Alva, her canonical romantic entanglement with Jesper pales in comparison to the accidental (?) homoeroticism of Jesper and Klaus.

There's a line that the boatman says about 39 minutes into the film after Alva has a very public, very angry confrontation with Jesper. At this point, the kids are very reward-driven, attending the school-turned-fish shop purely so they can learn to write so they can send a letter so they can get a toy. Alva yells at Jesper about how the violent, constantly feuding families won't stand for their children attending school together. She views his sending the kids to her as a threat to her ability to save up enough money to get away from Smeerensburg forever and pursue her dreams somewhere she'll be useful and appreciated.

After Alva leaves, the smug trickstery boatman says:

"Ah! Young love."

I have always found this line incredibly grating because it's a classic example of Telling rather than Showing. Now, people in recent years have pushed back against that old adage, but there are times you want to show something to the audience rather than just stating it in a straightforward manner. Romantic relationships, for one thing.

As I mentioned at the top of this post, this is a buddy movie between Jesper the Postman and Klaus the future Santa Claus. They are the main characters of the film. Both of them need to carry this movie equally, and the best way to do that is to make sure they have excellent chemistry with each other. The film succeeds at this, and then some.

Alva, on the other hand, is not the main character. She is a major supporting character, and I think the movie would be lesser if she were absent, but her and Jesper's romantic relationship was always doomed to be Told rather than Shown. Because theirs is not the most important relationship in the movie.

I think the film could have done better about this, though. Getting rid of that young love line, for one thing. It's the sort of line you have someone say in the hopes that you can sneak in some romantic foreshadowing for the canonical couple. Unfortunately, it's about as subtle as a brick to the face.

The film seems to be going for a Bad First Impressions/Enemies-ish to Lovers thing with Jesper and Alva, but it really falls flat. They just don't spend enough time with each other for me to believe they're falling in love. Not to say they don't have cute moments. The montage where they help Margú write her letter is really nice, and the film shows Alva scooting closer and closer to Jesper as they hang out more and get to know each other. However, it's a montage, one with a song covering the bits of dialogue we get from them as they work. If the movie wanted to make me believe that Alva and Jesper had as much, if not more, chemistry together than Jesper and Klaus, then they probably should have changed the scene to be less focused on the montage and more focused on them playfully bantering back and forth.

But again, I think the relationship was doomed from the start, purely because Alva is not a main character. They probably would have had to make Jesper the eventual Santa Claus and nix Klaus in order to give Alva the proper amount of room.

(However, I think that would have ended up making the movie a bit too much like Rankin-Bass' stop-motion Santa Claus is Comin' to Town. Think about it: that special starts with a postman narrating about letters; it emphasizes that the question "Why do people write letters to Santa?" will be explored and answered; the main setting is a depressing, grungy town headed by a cartoonishly evil leader; there's a jaded ginger-haired schoolteacher who learns to loosen up and love life again, etc.)

I wish things had been different with Alva, or maybe that they had been allowed a longer runtime to really sell the relationship. As it is, it's fine. It works for what it is. But Jesper and Klaus' relationship is simply deeper, more subtle, and more meaningful.

Conclusion

Thank you for coming to my post about why Klaus is an extremely gay movie despite not being a gay movie. I wish I could wrap this up more academically, but I've made my thesis obvious and I have work at 7:30am tomorrow.

Hope this answers your question!

[fyreflys]

My Everlark playlist, a full list and analysis (that no one asked for but I’m going to offer anyways). All songs linked in their title!

1) Swan Upon Leda (Hozier)

“One more sweet boy butchered by men”

“The gateway to the world / Was still outside the reach of him / Would never belong to angels / Had never belonged to men”

This song is on this playlist for a whole host of reasons, and I could write an entire paper analyzing its application to the THG & the reason for why I chose it as the title of my everlark fic, but I’ll try to keep this short & succinct

The Capitol controls Panem through fear, and they do this by “sacrificing” children in the name of a “game”. In this song, Hozier makes it clear that creation of life, and thus life itself, is not something man can control. That’s a major point in Katniss’s fight against the capitol- is to remove its tyranny and use of children as a tool to instill fear.

2) Eat Your Young (Hozier)

“Skinnin’ the children for a war drum / Put in front of the table, sellin’ bombs and guns / It’s quicker and easier to eat your young”

This song exhibits the greed of the Capital, and more particularly Snow, and the use of children’s lives as a way to control people.

Also- the imagery that Hozier creates reminds me that a lot of the people fighting in the Revolution are also children - Peeta and Katniss and Gale and Prim are children, fighting in a war for freedom.

3) My Lagan Love (Hozier’s Cover)

“She has my heart in thrall / Nor life I owe, or liberty / For love is lord of all”

Can we all just agree that Irish songs are great? This just sounds majestic and pretty and exactly like something I’d imagine Katniss would sing as a lullaby

4) In a Week (Hozier, ft Karen Cowley)

“We lay here for years or for hours / Your hand in my hand / So still and discreet / So long, we’d become the flowers”

This song is about two lovers dying and their bodies decaying side by side, for them to exist in both life and death together. Idk about you, but Everlark has the kind of love where they would both die if one of them died, and this song feels even more fitting if you consider how many times both of them were willing to die for the other.

5) Where’s My Love (SYML)

Rather than explain this one, I will simply direct you to this AMAZING fan edit

6) favorite crime (Olivia Rodrigo)

Yet another instance where I will redirect you to a fan edit

7) It All Comes Down To This (Aquilo)

“Let you play with my heart like it's nothing but water / Falling down down, down down”

I would say this reminds me of Peeta falling for Katniss, but in fact it reminds me of the way Katniss falls so fast for Peeta, without even realizing that it’s happening. Everything feels so sudden and serious and grave, like everything comes down to just the two of them.

8) I Found (Amber Run)

“Oh, and I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, oh / right in front of me”

The Hunger Games are, arguably, a odd place to find love. And yet that’s where Katniss finds it, right in front of her.

The other lyrics are just, spot on, with how they bounce off of each other as they try to navigate the life they live

9) Overcome (Skott)

“I'm trying to make sense of it all / Trying to understand”

“Fading stars echo / Reminding us they know / We've come too far to let go / Don't let go”

This song makes me think of post mockingjay, or even during mockingjay, as they fight to overcome everything they’ve done and seen. They are just trying to live and overcome all their grief and trauma and move on and heal.

10) Body (SYML)

“I fought the world for your hand / Give my new body a chance / It’s all I have”

After the hijacking, Peeta is stuck in a body and mind that no longer feels like his own. And at first, Katniss cannot see him, she thinks he’s gone. This is him trying to make it back to her, begging her to let him come back.

11) village song (Paris Paloma)

“And the blackberry juice drips like blood on the leaves / And the blood on the fox drips like dew from its teeth”

This song is eerie in a way that makes me think of Katniss. I don’t know how to describe it, but the image that this song paints, or rather makes me feel, makes me think of Katniss. Of maybe a life she would have lived in a different time.

12) Funeral (Phoebe Bridgers)

“I’m singin’ at a funeral tomorrow / For a kid a year older than me”

While this song has several mentions of modern-day stuff, I can’t help but be struck with this line. We know Katniss sings, and I can’t help but imagine this is a scenario she’s fallen into; singing at funerals for district 12’s fallen tributes. And all the heaviness that comes with that.

13) Sparks (Coldplay)

“My heart is yours / It’s you that I hold on to”

Peeta definitely knows Katniss is his everything, and Katniss might be in denial, but Peeta is also (a big part of) her everything.

14) Silhouette (Aquilo)

“Devil’s on your shoulder / Strangers in your head / As if you don’t remember / As if you can’t forget”

“‘Cause these city walls never knew / That we’d make it this far / We’ve become echos / But echos are fadin’ away”

“So let’s dance like two shadows / Burning out the glory days”

This song, I imagine, is them growing old. Perhaps Peeta has a bad hijack episode for the first time in a long time. And they sway together in the living room with brittle bones and grey hair, just silhouettes of something that once was. He is momentarily a stranger, Katniss is forgotten, but their love still remains. They are echos of Panem’s freedom, that are slowly fading away.

15) Time Comes in Roses (Bess Atwell)

“I’m scared of sleeping, and I don’t know why / how it dances you into a lonely night”

“And I’ve been slower than I thought / At getting my life off the rocks ”

After the war, Katniss falls into a depression. She feels like time is zipping by, and yet there’s nothing she can do, and the world is too much and too heavy and too hard to handle with all that she’s lost. This is the in between, the between Prim’s death, and between Peeta returning home.

17) The Archer (Adam Melchor)

“This is how you turned me / To the archer from the arch / This is where you turned me / To the the marksman from the marked”

“But how they all just circle back / And meet me at the start / And how they hit me hard enough / To question who you are”

While this song has imagery and metaphors that align more with Katniss, I actually think the meaning of the song resonates more with Peeta’s story. When Peeta gets hijacked, all his memories are turned against Katniss. Suddenly Katniss is the villain of his story. And this is how things got twisted, and how he wrestles with his new reality and tries to make things make more sense. And he needs time.

18) Evergreen (Richy Mitch & the Coal Miners)

“Locked in a stalemate / With a man who bars no holds”

This song doesn’t have many lyrics, but what it does have gives me an image of Katniss, trying to figure out what she’s going to do with her situation.

19) If the World Falls to Pieces (Young Summer)

“Oh, at least we can say we tried / Never gave up / Didn’t go down without a fight”

In an alternate set of events, where the rebellion doesn’t win. And Katniss and Peeta have to reconcile with themselves.

20) You Could Start a Cult (Niall Horan)

“Anywhere you go, I’ll be / You are so much more than beautiful to me”

“Swear you, you could start a war or two / Kingdoms fighting over you / To wake up at your side is all I wanna do”

If Katniss or Peeta started a cult, the other would most definitely be in the cult and no one can convince me otherwise. These two tried to die for each other. Multiple times.

Also, can I just say that I LOVE this song, SO much. If this isn’t the most poetic love piece I don’t know what is.

21) Nobody (Bess Atwell)

“If I don’t believe in us / Nobody is meant for me”

Katniss doesn’t realize it, but when Peeta comes back hijacked and doesn’t see her as her anymore, suddenly it’s like her life is over. She’s kind of like “well fuck, I guess I’ll be alone huh”

22) Human (Aquilo)

“But these things they’ll all get better / And even if it’s tough”

“Feet on ground, you’ll come round / And be human again”

This is everlark healing, together. They are just human. And they have to remind each other of that fact.

23) Science (Niall Horan)

“So, when you feel there’s nothin’ left / Oh, there’s still a heart beatin’ in your chest”

If I could send a message to these two battered and bruised fictional characters, it would be this one. That in the end, they will be okay.

24) I Could Fight On a Wall (Aquilo)

“And I could fight in a war / It’s not something I would choose / But it’s something I could do for you”

These two would do anything for each other. Like fight in a war. Which they do.

25) I Wish I Was The Moon (Ewan J Phillips)

“Oh I wish I was the moon / So that I might be with you”

I’m pretty sure this song is actually about a break up and wishing to see that person one more time, but I feel like this might be fitting for everlark as well. They are the “star crossed lovers”, and as much as we may resent the title and all it stands for, it’s true. When they are apart, like when Peeta is stuck in the capitol and Katniss is in 13, I’d imagine they did wish to be the moon.

26) Hurts Like Hell (Fleurie)

“I loved, and I loved, and I lost you / And it hurts like hell”

Grief is hard. After Prim’s death (and really like, everyone else), Katniss takes it hard. Understandably. She fought so hard for her sister, volunteered in her place, fought hard to make a world where her sister wouldn’t have to ever face the possibility of stepping into an arena. And she still lost her, so quickly. And yeah, that does hurt like hell.

27) You Say (Lauren Daigle)

“When I don’t belong, oh you say I am yours”

Something Katniss struggles with is knowing her self worth. And I like to imagine, after Mockingjay, Peeta helps with that. And she helps him.

But ALSO - this song reminds me of post-hijacked Peeta, when he’s dropped into the capital with Katniss, fighting to come back to her. And the scene in the subway/sewer, where he’s convinced he’s nothing (“I’m a mutt”) and she tells him no, she needs him. (“Stay with me”)

28) Once in a Dream (In the City)

“Once in a dream I thought I could be anyone I wanted”

“Once in a dream I thought I could keep you safe forever”

This song makes me think of the lost innocence of young girl, who’s father died in the mines, who was forced to take care of her family, who nearly starved to death, who was sent into an arena expected to fight and kill and die for entertainment as a political pawn, who’s home was turned to rubble, and who had to fight to stop more than one dictator. This song makes me think of the lost innocence of a young boy who’s mother beat him, who fell in love with a little girl who barely noticed he existed, who was sent into an arena expected to fight and kill and die for entertainment as a political pawn, who’s home was turned to rubble, who was brainwashed into thinking he was someone he wasn’t, and who had to fight to stop more than one dictator.

29) Sparrow for a Heart (Abigail Lapell)

“When I was young, I had a sparrow for a heart / And a redwing’s eyes”

“When I am old, would you carry my bones / To the blood-red sea”

A sparrow and a mocking bird are by no means the same thing, but this song reminds me of the pin, and the spirit. And the courage and bravery and fear that Katniss had. And the pain.

- - - - - - - - - - - Soundtrack Songs - - - - - - - - - -

Most of these I don’t have to explain. Because. They are the songs for the movies themselves. But I still have a notes for a few. :)

30) Tomorrow Will Be Kinder (The Secret Sisters)

“Sorrow weighs my shoulders down / And trouble haunts my mind / But I know the present will not last / And tomorrow will be kinder”

This song pulls me out of depression. & I wish it could be played for both of them. To help them both know, that better days are ahead of them.

31) Safe & Sound (Taylor Swift)

“Just close your eyes / The sun is going down / You’ll be alright / No one can hurt you now”

32) Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde)

“Of freedom and of pleasure / Nothing ever lasts forever”

33) Yellow Flicker Beat (Lorde)

“This is the start of how it ends / They used to shout my name, now they whisper it”

34) Ladder Song (Lorde)

“You’re not alone in anything / You’re not unique in dying”

35) District 12 Ruins (James Newton Howard)

This plays at such a pivotal and gut wrenching moment. As Katniss returns to a completely devastated 12. Everything she knows turned to rubble.

36) They’re Back (James Newton Howard)

37) The Hanging Tree (Jennifer Lawrence)

“Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free”

38) Your Favorite Color is Green (James Newton Howard)

39) Primrose (James Newton Howard)

I hear this song & I can vividly see the scene of them sitting in the doorway in 12 watching as it rains outside. I can see her walking down the hallway, candle in hand, curling into bed with him. I can hear the “You love me, real or not real” and the “Real”. And it makes me cry.

40) There Are Worse Games to Play / Deep In the Meadow (James Newton Howard & Jennifer Lawrence)

“Lay down your head / And close your eyes / And when they open / The sun will rise”

The last scene, where Katniss comforts Rye, and Peeta and Willow are playing in the background - FUCK it gets me. And so does the meadow song.

[ajaxless]

I can't think of a title

This post is basically just me rambling on about F!Briar fucking a AMAB PC who can't cum LMAO. No pronouns mentioned, Briar gets silly with a strap on. Maybe sorta yan Briar at the end idk she's nasty.

(I wrote this at 4 am while eating cheerios. I'm going to bed so you can fuck off if there's spelling/ grammar mistakes)

AMAB!PC can stroke and rub at their cock for hours and get nowhere. Money is tight and they think making money at the brothel should be easy. They've seen freaks in this town rape and violate each other to cum, yet poor little PC just doesn't get it because their cock just isn't sensitive. They meet Briar and she gives em the dirtiest side eye when PC awkwardly explains their misfortune. At first, Briar doesn't believe it. Why would she? Some prick wanders into her building, claiming they can't get it up and has the audacity to ask her for a job? Spoiler alert, dipshit. Nobody likes a limp dick. She figures PC's lying to get a free handjob out of her, but she's feeling generous. It's been a while since she was able to fuck one of Bailey's orphans free of charge

Oh boy, is Briar wrong.

PC sits across from her at the table while she's puffing on a cigarette, stroking themselves and cupping their balls on her command. She'll tell them to speed up or slow down, not tearing her eyes away from the sight of their rock hard cock. It twitches and leaks pre everywhere, but even after 15 minutes of torture masturbation, PC just can't cum. Briar figures it's because the runt doesn't know how to touch themself, so she decides to lend a hand.

It goes on for ages, it's to the point where her hand is sore. She's tried everything. Stroking, squeezing, licking. She's dragged her knuckles across it, filled a condom with lube to use as a makeshift fleshlight. Fuck, she's even pressed against it with a vibrator or two. Nothing aside from a puddle of clear precum and staining PC's cock with rings of red from her lipstick.

This is such horseshit. She doesn't even remember the last time she's struggled to make someone cum. What is she? A virgin groping up some stranger in a closet while at a shitty highschool party?

"Goddamn it." She'd hiss in frustration. The fuck do they want? Foreplay? They're already hard. What's their issue? Briar's annoyance becomes more and more clear, and PC trying to push her hands away only serves to piss her off more. It's an insult at this point, do you have any idea how many freaks she's fucked? How many customers have cum so hard from just one of her fingers that they start crying?

Briar pins them down after another string of apologies from PC. They really don't want to be here anymore. Sex must not be their thing, that's all. Only for Briar to cut them off and force their cock into her pussy. She humps away at it 'till her thighs are shaking and she's panting. They go at it so long that she can hardly even hold herself up right from exhaustion. The worst part is how apologetic and polite they are about the whole thing. "Thanks for trying!" They'd pant beneath her, hardly acknowledging the way her tit's bounce in front of their face or the way Briar's cunt clenches around their cock so hard it makes her feel numb.

Suuuuch bullshit. She'd be thinking to herself before she begrudgingly pulls off their cock. For once, she wouldn't have been pissed at someone for fucking a load into her. PC tries to climb out of the booth they were in, only to get bent over the table. Guess Briar's not done with them after all. The sound of metal and leather fills PC's ears before their ass gets filled next. They're already soaking wet down there from the lube and Briar's several orgasms. PC can only yelp and cry out with each long stroke of Briar's strap nudging into them. For the first time in a while, PC's squeezing their eyes shut and rolling their hips with her. They grind their sore cock against the table while Briar let's out a string of curses. Her thighs are burning and she feels exhausted, but her pride would take too much of a blow to give up at this point. She'd never admit it, but their moans from having their prostate rammed into have her clenching around nothing. Poor PC's losing their mind as they feel that coil in their gut snapping for the first time, shooting out the messiest load of cum Briar's ever seen.

The first thing she thinks of is Remy's bulls. Good lord, so much cum and they haven't even been turned into a cow. The thought of that pisses her off. There's absolutely no fucking way she's letting anyone else take her new favorite employee. She never hired them? Well now she has.

"Get your clothes on and get the fuck out. Your first day is Saturday"

Saturday's her new favorite day of the week. She has them fucking the customers for hours without breaks. Best part is? They don't even need them. Fills her with pride seeing various men and women try and fail to make them cum like she did. She watches some greasy girl in the most disgusting hoodie she's ever seen ride their cock while begging them to make her a mommy, only to cry from frustration when they couldnt fill her up.

Another time, she watched your principal come in and spank you for a while, and the only reaction they gave was the slightest twitch of their length and a sigh when they finally came in their pants and left. Some blonde haired douche wandered in and made a comment about their slut craving cock so much that they began to work at the brothel, only to get thrown out by the bouncers. Who the fuck did he think he was? His slut? No, baby. They're Briar's now.

At the end of each shift, Briar fucks em with her strap on the same way she did on that first day. She knows they it when you can see her boobs bouncing while thrusting into them and how they like being teased with just her knuckles on their leaky tip. She's gotten into the habit of sliding a bullet vibe into their ass an hour before their shift ends to make them nice and ready for her. It's to the point where even on days when PC isn't working they come into the brothel just to fuck Briar. Always getting really whiny and desperate about it. Begging and pleading for her to just please please please fuck them already. They've humped away at their pillows and fucked their orphan friend's mouth, but nothing feels as good as Briar's pretty manicured nails wrapping around their cock and jerking them to completion. PC would happily take 100 cocks a day if it meant Briar would sit on theirs after, even if it's only for a few minutes.

It's to the point where Briar's trying to buy them from Bailey to have them live in the brothel full time. Makes PC sleep on a heart shaped bed with a sex swing only a few feet away. PC's dropped out of school to become a prostitute and everyone's talking about Briar's new cockpet. Briar drags them everywhere with her, doing whatever she pleases with them and their body because she knows she's the only one who fucks her as good as this.

Who needs cock cages when you know your bitch can't cum without you?

[indouloureux]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄

summary: in frenzied expeditions, eddie lets his anger snap and indulges in something... new.

content warnings: ghostface!eddie. character death (no one major), murder, eddie and reader being lovesick psychopaths, kinda shitty writing, gore, graphic depictions of violence. SMUT (18+ MDNI), (a warning that's a spoiler), knife play, blood kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m receiving), ball play, gagging, facefucking, overstimulation, kitchen sex??

a/n: in honor of halloween; idk how to explain this. i hope u guys like it. i wrote it within two days. this was kinda rushed. reblogs and comments are appreciated. thank u my girls @mysticmunson and @lilacletter for beta-reading!!

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart,”

Funny how that baritone dulcetness of a voice was easily recognizable. But it was probably because you’ve heard it in many different ways possible that this experimentation seemed familiar to you. Even with his speech choppy from the static of the RT. 

“Hey, Eddie,” RT balanced between your ear and shoulder, you take the popcorn out from the microwave, the hot bowl seethes on your poor fingers but you could care less; the burning feeling felt good. “Where are you?”

“On my way,” his voice is slightly garbled. “Just got held up from the drive thru, babe. Don’t start the film without me,”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “Andy’s right here. He’s, uh, out by the pool smoking. The others are on their way though,”

He spits out an obscenity at what you think is an unforeseen speed bump, then a clutter that probably meant his RT fell to the ground. Then his voice is faint next: “I don’t understand why we invited these dickheads,”

“It’s for a truce,” you place the bowl on the countertop, crossing your arms over your white linen sweater, the soft cotton tickling your wrists. “I mean, baby, come on. You graduated! And so did they and, y’know, they want to fix things before they head off to college. And- Eddie, come on, you agreed!”

“I did. But, I just don’t know why we have to watch a movie at your place. You’re alone with Andy right now and I’m still twenty minutes away,”

You hear something slam in the background over his side. You frown, eyes scanning for Andy’s figure out in the backyard; a silver mist hovers over the teal pool, dark green grass almost black, the moon glinting its sharp tips. 

And then there’s Andy, with his hands in his hips and a cigarette in his mouth. He turns and waves at you. You wave back.

“Andy’s not here with me. He’s outside, remember?” you pop a popcorn into your mouth, bending over the counter with your elbow on the marbled gloss. “You gotta relax, Eds. I’m fine. If he touches me, I could just… stab him,”

"You wouldn't,"

“I would,”

“You caught a rat and sent it away. You didn’t even drown it, or gut it. Or chop its head off,”

Laughing softly, you take the bowl into your hands and head over to the living room, placing it on the coffee table, aligning the stack of movies properly. “Doing that is, like, practically murder. Why don’t they include those cute little rats in the anti-animal abuse law? They’re still animals!”

“They’re pests, sweetheart.”

“Still an animal. And they're cute. Rodents are cute,” you plop down on the couch in a small bounce, not before you give Andy one last glance who seems to be staring at something across the fence. It’s probably just a squirrel. “What about you? Are you brave enough to kill a rat?”

“Oh, princess,” you can imagine him shaking his head, RT resting on the vacant seat beside him, replacing you. “You know I can do so much more than just kill a rat,”

“Spooky,” flipping your hair behind you, you giggle into the microphone. “Make it quick, please? I’m starving and popcorn’s not gonna suffice this hunger. I could eat a horse, or- I dunno, a person’s arm.”

“Sure thing, Your Majesty,” his voice deepens over a border of a mock British accent that hides his normal, American one well. Then he grunts, and another faint slam of something that catches you off guard and even makes you flinch.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Eddie questions. 

You sit forward. “That- slam.  Where are you?”

“Oh! That. It’s just the shit at the back, babe.” Eddie explains. “I’m almost there, sweetheart. Sit tight and look pretty,”

The RT crackles and there’s nothing but silence left. An ephemeral smile makes its way towards your heated face; conversations with Eddie, no matter the topic or its duration, never fails to make itself linger around your  berserk mind. 

Your heart belabors your ribcage expectantly, your crimson bottom lip tucked between your pearls. With your thoughts suddenly wrapped around Andy, who makes you wonder how long does it take for someone to finish smoking, makes you jump from your seat and wander away from your bright living room.

By the time you reach the sliding doors that lead you to the backyard, you’ve no sight of the man in the bright green and orange Hawkins High jersey. You frown a little, looking around the expanse of your backyard.

Finally, you slide the doors open. You worry he’s on his little schemes again, like Eddie had warned you about. Despite the truce they offered, you still put them on a pedestal and remained cautious of their actions. Inviting Andy into your home when you were still alone wasn’t exactly one of your brightest decisions, seeing as he could have done anything at any moment that could cause you harm.

But he’s not a murderer.

No, Andy’s a teenage boy who’s attempting closure and forgiveness and practices maturity like every other teenager does. Just… at a later date. 

You race back inside your home and pick up your RT and a flashlight. When you return outside, the mist over your pool swishes away from the cold summer wind at nightfall. You turn the switch of your flashlight and direct it at each direction that it could reach, radio tight in your other hand just in case.

“Andy?” you call out. Where could he have possibly gone? “Andy, where are you?”

White sneakers stained by the wet grass and the dirt, you pad across the lawn prudently—tacitly, wondering if maybe you could sneak up on him and give him a good scare. But your backyard lacks trees or any other areas to hide into other than the sun loungers and the shed. 

So this concerns you deeply. How Andy could just suddenly disappear. You’ve quickly come to dread this, with the eerie silence that blots repetitively at your composure and suddenly your rattling in worry.

You walk around, pointing your flashlight at every direction, the white beam only allowing you to see the probable septuagenarian metal fences that surround your home. You even open the shed you’ve always feared opening in the nights and see nothing but your father’s equipment and a lawn mower. 

But something was missing there.

Your father had a very voluptuary collection of knives that are hung meticulously to the wooden walls of the shed. They were exhibited by size, cleaned thoroughly once a week during his weekends. Their frequent disinfectioning proffers itself like a mirror, where you can clearly see your distraught expression when you realize one of the knives was missing.

The Buck 120. 

It was your father’s most beloved. And now you wonder if Andy took it.

“Alright, Andy!” you slam the shed door close, walking backwards and speed walk across every corner of your backyard. “Come out! This isn’t funny! Did you go inside the shed?”

No answer, obviously. What were you thinking?

You harrumph, annoyed that Andy would do this despite your brooding. You stomp your way back inside your house, wiping your feet across the poor rug that you practically assault with your frustrated padding. 

You place your flashlight on the counter. Impatient and worried, you try contacting Eddie again through the RT.

When it’s nothing but static, you groan. “God, Eddie, where are you?”

In fact, where are the others?

You twist the knobs of your walkie talkie still, searching for the right station. 

Suddenly it crackles and you halt your doings, staring at the radio with a confused lour. The crinkling sound makes you tap your feet impatiently, thinking it’s Eddie because who else could it be?

The frizzling ceases. You take this as a sign to speak. “Hello?”

“Hi sweetheart,” it’s Eddie. But his voice is akin to darkness, almost like corruption playing with a knife that glooms over boredom. The hairs on your arms raise in arising suspicion.

“...Eddie?”

“Go out to the backyard, baby,”

Discomposed, you do. You take heedful steps back outside, a sinister quietude resolves uneasily all over your lit nerves. You hold the walkie talkie tight in your shaking hand, the flashlight you took lighting up the backyard again.

“I’m out,” you say quietly into the microphone. “Eddie, where are you?”

“Just keep walking forward,”

You miff. “Eddie, just come here! Where are you, anyway?” you look around, pointing the flashlight over the fences. “This isn’t funny. Did you take my dad’s knife? You know he hates it when someone touches his collection.”

Eddie titters like he doesn’t give a damn. “Just do what I say,”

Cheeks sucking in, you walk forward, until your eyes adjust to a dark figure sitting in the middle of the lawn. You tap your flashlight twice on your lamp, and point the light at the figure.

If you could, you could have broken the handle in your hand.

Andy’s mangled body sat straight on the chair, the guidance of the blood-soaked ropes kept him up high. His head dangles to the side, his open throat bleeds lavishly down his white shirt; the horrifyingly stark contrast of vermillion to alabaster sets an aberrant spark of terror in your bones. 

Then the slit of his apertured stomach leaks all his visceri, a pool of blood beneath his feet and the chair, staining your grass red. You drop the flashlight without your knowledge, the light shining his wretched sneakers instead. 

Your hands shakily grasp your mouth, your lips twisting drastically into a choked sob as tears try to sting your eyes. A couple of them drip down your cheeks, your crying more like heavy heaves and gasps. 

“Eddie?” you whimper into the walkie. “Where are you? You- you have to come and get me and- and we h-have to call the cops. E-Hello…?” you bring the radio away from your face, staring at the small machine in horror. “Eddie?”

With perturbing fear, you force yourself to look up at Andy again. It’s only then you notice his eyes stare off into space, lacking the brash colors irises adorn — they aren’t blue anymore. It’s a pearl swimming in a milk of lifeless beauty; the barbaric aura of his eyes evinces you speechless, unable to look away from the monstrous crime.

His mouth gapes open, the shocking realization that no breath leaves his agape lips causes you to sob again, your feet bolting you back inside your home, body breaking at each step until you arrive inside your home in shambles.

You hit the walkie repeatedly and speak into it, the way Dustin would during ‘Code Reds’. “Eddie? Eddie!” you hiss. “You answer right-fucking-now. I need you to call the cops—”

With your constant walking back, and your shaky exhales and that ringing in your ears forbids you to hear what has happened inside the home. With one last step, your back meets something warm and acute, causing you to scream and pick up something close to you—a knife.

You point it to whoever it was, the tip meeting the intruder's black clothed mask. Your eyes are wide with fear that attempts bravery, the blunt knife threatening that person.

Your eyes meet the plastic ones, the mask sembles a ghost; its wide, parted mouth frozen like a haunted scream, but the vizard is nothing but dull with its aimless attempt to scare. Anamnesis, had it not been from the circumstances, you would have laughed at it.

You almost did.

“Hi,” 

The voice is muffled, the sound marching to familiarity, to hesitance, to realization, to disbelief. You let out a shaky huff, your weapon trembling in your grasp.

“Eddie?”

His glove moves like a blur to remove his mask. 

Eddie’s breathless and sweaty, droplets of blood splattered from his neck up to his jaw, the sanguine blood creating symbiotic art with his opalescent skin. He smiles, corners of his lips almost meeting his eyes, his dimples deep with pride, and his whiskey orbs wide in redolent mentality. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” he tilts his head to the side, his crepuscular mouth still managing to make you swoon and forget about the horrors that cover his body. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,”

His hand gently pushes the knife down and you oblige, dropping it to the ground in a loud clatter that makes you wince.

Your head flips between him and the sliding doors behind you, which still shows Andy’s corpse from the flashlight you left. 

“What did you do?” you query, bottom lip quivering as you look back at Eddie. He shrugs with no care, his eyebrows raised to his forehead.

“I killed them,” he says bluntly, his smile falling a little. “I told you I could kill more than just a rat, babe,”

“Wh-what so you just—decided to suddenly kill them? While we were talking about- about rats and shit?!”

Eddie shakes his head, worry filling his features. Though, he’s worried more at the fact that you may fear him for what he’s done. He bends down, his bloody, gloved hands reaching to grasp your shoulders, which causes the thick substance to stain your white sweater.

“No, baby, no,” he tuts, pouting a little, his hands smearing themselves over your clothing like he’s trying to clean his hands before he cups your face, his gloved thumbs wiping your barely there tears. “I was already thinking about this months ago. Rage does something to your mind, sometimes,”

You whimper and his features soften. “What- what do you mean?”

“Sweetheart, I just told you,” he pushes your hair away, patting it down. “I was mad. I am mad. I couldn’t just sit there and let them taunt me when I’m all defenseless, baby. Life isn’t like that—you’re supposed to fight back.”

“Fight back, not kill them!” you say through gritted teeth, chest heaving brokenly. “Eddie, you’ll go to jail. People will find out,”

“They won’t, baby. Not with this mask,” he takes it from the counter, the absence of his hand from one of your cheeks leaves something cold on your bare skin. “Besides, no one’s roaming around, remember? Everyone’s at the town fair, and we don’t have any surveillance cameras now, do we?” 

You sniffle, can’t decide between leaning in his covered hand or flinching away from the smell of blood. But his eyes—Eddie’s eyes, oh, you can see well every shift of emotion, desecrating each one with something new and peculiar; he exceeds the threshold of creativity with it, almost like an actor. Just… more quixotic.

Yet, despite your knowledge of it, you’re still surprised and fooled with the way the madness in his eyes swiftly changed into something like begging and forbearance. How all that insanity melts and twinkles into silk kindness, like he’s your Eddie again. 

He sees your fear.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” his hands leave your face for a moment to discard his blemished gloves. Your heart relaxes at the feeling of his rough palms on your soft cheeks, eyes scanning his blood doused rings. “You know I love you, (y/n). I could never, never ever, hurt you,”

Eddie’s anger has clemency incarcerated; all that self-restraint had finally become impuissant. You couldn’t blame him for finally snapping.

“And,” he continues. “You wanted this too, remember? All that taunting, all the horrible things they said to you. And I know it’s all because of me, princess. So I had to handle it. It’s all in my hands, baby.” his fingers travel down to yours, bringing your hands up to his lips and kisses each dip of your knuckle. “Yours are all pretty and clean. Sinless,”

“I wanted them to pay. I didn’t want them to die—”

“Sweetheart, you did,” Eddie says sternly. “I did this for you. Before we go away to stupid college.”

You start sobbing again and he shushes you. You don’t know why tears aren’t rolling down your face and it frustrates you.

“You killed them,” you spit out. “That’s- that’s murder…”

“No shit,” he snorts.

“It’s wrong,” you blink rapidly, nostrils flaring. “You killed them, Eddie. And you expect me to- to what? Think of this as some sort of gift? Dead people as a gift?”

Now, he’s angry. His face hardens, his jaw clenching. Eddie shakes his head like a disappointed father at you. 

“Learn how to appreciate things that are done for you, (y/n).” he says loudly. “They deserve it. They’re bullies. And bullies need to be punished,” Like a switch, though, his anger morphs into exasperation. “Baby, you know I love you, right?”

You only stare at him with whimpers trying to escape your mouth.

Eddie grasps your face tighter, you wince. “You know that I love you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, nodding rapidly. “Yes. I- I know.”

“Then let’s celebrate it, okay?” Eddie’s face moves closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “No more bother, am I right?”

Letting out an exhale, you shake your head.

“Good,”

Eddie leans down to capture your lips on his own, feverishly and almost passionately. Your hands wrap around his wrist when he tilts your head back as he straightens his spine, his mouth venturing deeper to let his tongue wander inside. 

He smells of dirt and sweat, with whoever’s blood around his neck. The surrounding thought of death continues to imprison your mind, but Eddie overpowers it. Now, it’s just Eddie, Eddie, blood, hunger, and Eddie.

You try not to moan when his lips break away from yours, kissing his way from your cheeks down to your jawline, littering heat ‘till he reaches that spot of yours he knows you love so much. 

Eddie spins you around until the dip of your spine meets the countertop. Your hands grasp tightly at his shoulders, eyes fluttering as he sucks and bites at your sweet spot like it’s his breakfast, his hands leaving his face to clutch and grasp at the swell of your ass.

Your periphery shows you the blurred image of Dead Andy once more, but you’re starting not to care. Not when Eddie licks up at your salty skin. His fingers dance from your ass until he’s gripping your thighs and lifting you up to the counter. 

“Fuck, uh, Eds,” conscience tells you what you’re doing is wrong. That moral doer of an angel whispering in your ear. You almost succumbed to her. But the devil tells you to keep going. Fulfill your fantasies. You’re already there.

He pulls away from your neck, leaving short kisses on your lips repetitively. “God- you’re so pretty,”

His bare hands start to wander everywhere. Eddie clutches at the end of your shirt, urging you to move your arms up and you do. He discards the bloody sweater and throws it somewhere. 

“Do you trust me?” Eddie asks.

With your whole heart. You don’t know. 

“Yeah,” you sigh against him. 

His hand moves behind him and pulls something shiny out. You frown at it.

“Is that my dad’s knife? Eddie, I told you—”

“I know, I know,” he chuckles. “Just wanted to have some fun, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll clean it.”

The weapon still had blood on it, dripping down to the handle, the curved tip, slick with crimson substance. You wonder whose it is. 

He’s careful with it, making sure not to cut you with it, as his eyes wander over your bra. Eddie licks his lips at it, biting his bottom lip at the sight of the white lace that covers your ample tits. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he questions in a gentle susurration. You nod when you feel the wet knife drag down your stomach, a line of crimson painting your skin. “Words.”

“Yes,” Eddie looks at your wondrous gaze, cut short when the undulated tip dips inside your belly button and your head lulls back. “Y-yes, 

Eddie’s knife, now owned by him from the sinful deed of murder, pulls away from your stomach to swim across your back, the cold spine of it pressing against your back, before the blade pushes up and cuts the fabric of your bra with ease.

“Oh, yeah, that's it,” he chuckles. “Look at your pretty tits babe.”

You don’t look at them. You look at his mesmerized look, watching him lean down to take a nipple into his mouth. You gasp, the hand that helps you prop yourself up the counter now grasping his damp curls, tugging at it, which elicits a groan from him. 

He sucks at your buds, until they’re puckered and hard, ticklish when he blows air onto them. When he treats the other tit with the same hunger, and they’re all kiss-swollen and sensitive, he squeezes them in his hands before he pulls away.

You lean forward and pull on the collar of his ‘costume’, your mouth heavily watering as it parts, the need for something to fill it up so strong. Eddie chuckles, flips the knife in his hand until the bloody blade sits in his open palm and the black handle comes up to rest on your tongue.

You could practically see his cock bulging out from the black robe that covers him. Eddie coos when your lips wrap around the handle, the flat of your tongue pressing up on it.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” 

Immediately, you do. With death no longer prevailing in your mind, you fall to your knees, the ends of his robe meeting your thighs. Eddie's hands disappear behind his robe, and you watch him until you see it loosen and fall behind him to the ground.

“Oh my god, you’re not wearing any jeans?” you look up at him through your eyelashes. 

“This robe is heavy and it’s hot. I would die first before I killed them,” he snickers. You pull on the band of his boxers, driving them down until his cock springs up and his swell tip slaps up his shirt. 

Eddie almost rips his shirt apart, tossing it where his robe was. You spit down your hand, a glob of white down your palm before you wrap it around his shaft. He moans.

“A little tighter baby,” you squeeze and he sighs. “Yeah, that’s it. Put that mouth into good use, come on.”

With something pooling in the apex of your thighs, your mouth hovers over his head, and you engulf its thickness into your mouth and suck. Both your hands pump him in a tight grasp, which makes his ass clench and buck up in your mouth that you gag at the sudden impact of his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You pull out and gasp, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick, your lipstick smudged all over his veiny base. You blink away the tears from your eyelashes, Eddie’s hands on top of your head but not forcing you down on him.

“Let me fuck your face, princess,” he pleads. “Relax your throat and let me do it, ‘kay?”

Your jaw practically unhinges, his musk heavily filling your nose that meets the tush of curls above his cock when he goes all the way in. Eddie moans a bit louder, the salty precum leaking down your loosened throat. His thrusts are slow, and albeit his previous aggression, he’s calm with the way he fucks your mouth dumb. 

Hands greedy, they search for his heavy sack full of cum and play with them, unable to jerk his length when it’s deep in your mouth. Eddie laughs out a groan, his throbbing head twitching against your tongue, his thighs shaking and his hips involuntarily bucking again. 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” he cards his fingers through your hair, pushing it back until it’s wrapped in his hand like a makeshift ponytail. Your cheeks enclose around him, the lewd wet sounds of his slick cock being lathered by your tongue and saliva accompanied by his moans, your gags, and your humming.

You tug on his balls, cupping the squishy, loose flesh. You breathe in his spirituous scent, looking at him like you’d been praying to Hades; nothing but pliant as his dick names you stupid. 

And Eddie—Eddie looks down at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s seen, awaiting to be corrupted but he thinks you already have been. 

He keeps pulling out and fucking back in until real tears pour down your cheeks. Your lips all swollen and inflamed from the rough friction, eyes cockdrunk he’s amused with this sight of you all used up beneath him.

“Look at you, such a slut,” he coos, a soft tsk from his tongue. Two of his fingers tap your sucked cheeks as he continues to thrust into your face. Your head shakes as you take him deeper, smiling wickedly around him, teeth grazing lightly on his skin but fuck does he love it. “H-holy shit. Oh, god—”

His stomach clenches, his happy trail slick with sweat. It’s a telltale sign that he’s close and you keep on letting him fuck your face like it’s your dripping cunt. You suck his cock with every fiber being that builds you, until Eddie’s yelling and loud with his moan as he spills in your mouth.

That hot, pearlescent seed of his falls down your throat, its saltiness makes you mewl, swallowing every bit of his spent. Eddie’s hips stutter into your mouth, spurting and spurting until his dick aches and he pulls out.

“You alright?” his hands massage the sides of your neck, thumbs rubbing your throat. “Didn’t hurt, did it?”

“No,” you sigh. “Now come and fuck me, Ghostface. I’m tired of all this foreplay thing.”

Eddie laughs at your impatience, hands bunching up the fabric of your underwear before he rips it apart. Then he lifts you back up onto the counter, his knees nudging your legs apart, the slickness of your pussy dribbling down to the table.

“You and your inability to wait and have fun, sweetheart,” he leans down to kiss you, though it's more like wet pecks that litter across your head. “You’re taking the fun away,”

You pout. He kisses it again. “This whole thing is taking too long. Just— Eddie!” 

“Okay, okay,” he grabs a hold of his cock, the other tight on the dips of your waist. “I got you, babe.”

He slaps his still sensitive tip on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure that shivers from your heat to your back down to your legs. You whine softly, bucking your hips forward, until Eddie finally slips his head in your tight hole.

When he pushes in and finally settles deep inside your warm cunt, you feel full. In the way you wanted to be filled. You forget the fact that your boyfriend—who’s cockdeep inside your cunt—has killed someone and left them tied up at your backyard and now you’re having sex.

You don’t care. It’s been your plan all along anyway.

Eddie’s tip meets your cervix through a rough, blissful stab. He doesn't start slow like what he did with your mouth; no, he's brutal. Unforgiving with his bloodthirsty hip snapping. You moan loudly at each thrust, your nails scraping along his back.

You see the blood splattered across his tattoos, like his cloak had been futile at its attempt to keep his sacred body clean. The demon sure brought itself to life, dripping down to his hip and smeared across his bone, and Eddie never looked more alluring.

The bright lights of the kitchen adds a sheen layer of pandemonium that splits between risqué endeavors; it exudes sex in the way that can only enthrall you, Eddie’s mind gone to mayhem from all that pent up emotions. 

Cunt squelching from that wetness created by the taste of his cum still swimming on your tongue, you leave marks on his skin like he’s your art. Bloodied and bruised up Eddie should be everyone’s worst nightmare, you think. He’s karma brought to life.

With his blinding thrusts, you don’t notice him picking up his knife again, only to drag its crooked tip right on the soft column of your neck that’s covered in hickies. You smile a little, too drunk on the feeling of Eddie’s cock going in and out of your silky sex.

“What are you doing?” you pant, hands lazily wrapping around his neck. “You gonna slit my throat open?”

“Nah, babe,” his tongue pokes out in concentration, dragging the flat belly of the knife across. “Just gonna nick you for the hell of it. Just—”

There’s a shling sound of a sharp knife piercing lightly through your skin. From the kiss of the knife, you moan painfully, your hand wrapping around Eddie’s neck subconsciously as the searing affliction ricochets in a rapture whirlwind down your spine. 

Eddie exclaims in pride; you feel the blood drip down your skin, pulsing and extravasating coldness. He slopes and presses the flat of his tongue to lap up at your thick ichor, mewling at your taste the same time you gasp out silent screams at his relentless fucking.

“You taste so fucking amazing,” he murmurs against your now blood-deluged flesh. Eddie consumes it all. “Wish I could just fucking carve my name onto you.”

You clench tight onto him, like you’re sucking him into you. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“Oh- oh, she likes that, doesn’t she?” 

“Do that—shit, oh!– do that next t-time,” you giggle onto his hair that you clutch like a vice, his hot tongue continues swimming arousal down your split cunt. 

His skin slapping against yours sounded like a hypnotizing siren, which kind of ameliorates the bawdiness of the shlick sounds of your pussy engulfing his luxuriant dick. 

Eddie stabs the knife down on the countertop, places a hand behind you and the other wrapped around your sweaty waist and fucks you into oblivion. Your moans become carnally loud, enough to drive the neighbors away but also enough to appease your boyfriend.

And at each thrust—everytime he pulls you down to meet his hips—your orgasm protrudes on you like a knife. Closer and closer until it’s deep into your flesh and almost peeking out of your epidermis. You mewl into Eddie’s ear.

“I’m gonna cum,” you choke out. “Fuck– don’t– don’t stop. Don’t stop, don't stop, don't stop.” 

Shameless, mimicked wails of ecstasy, cascading into soft ‘uhs’ when your lips dance across his earlobe. Eddie wedges his thumb between the place that leaves him wondering where he starts and where he ends, rubs your bundle of nerves that has been grinding against his coarse pubes in perpetuity. 

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he grunts against your temple. “Go–shit–a-and cum for me, baby. Come on. Be a good girl and cum,” 

Obeying him, you gush all over his sensitive cock that spills inside your trembling walls. Your hips stutter in the air, clenching, cunt guzzing all of his spunk. Eddie lets out one last moan before he slumps against you, his curls sticking to your skin.

You pull away, finally meeting Eddie’s usual wide, baby brown eyes full of wonder and excitement. “Hi.”

“Hi sweetheart,” Eddie kisses your cheek. “You did amazing, babe,” while he doesn't pull out, he does pull his hand out for a high five. Your palm meets his. “Love the crying bit, by the way. You could be in, like, a Stanley Kubrick film.”

Eddie pushes your hair behind your ears and leaves a peck on your lips as he swipes the sweat away.

“You said you wanted the roleplay to be convincing,” you argue playfully. “I seriously don’t like how you touched my dad’s collection, Eds,”

“It was for a good cause,” his cock softens inside you, and so does Eddie. “Baby, I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“Not at all,” you wrap your arms lazily around his neck, brushing his hair. “We signed up for this, remember? Killing them has always been our plan before we left. We just added the sex thing to have some fun,”

“You’re right,” he nods, eyes squinting. “No porn film can exceed the greatness of our roleplay. The killer, and the helpless little lamb. Shit, that could be the title,”

“The Horny Killer, and The Sexy Little Lamb,”

“Better,” Eddie kisses your nose, you giggle. “Wanna see Jason and Chance’s bodies?”

-

A year ago, your patience had been bound tightly around your heart. You were understanding, kind; nothing but a vestibule of angelicum. 

That is, until you met the devil that succumbed into your sinful desires.

Eddie wasn’t like this before. But truthfully, he actually did just snap. He let all his frustrations go—from watching the light leave someone’s eyes, to fucking you like there’s no tomorrow.

His van doors open, tossing Andy’s heavy body into the back, right between Jason and Chance’s horrifyingly mutilated bodies. All their skins pale and their eyes defunct. You place your hands on your hips.

“Where’s Patrick?” you ask him.

“He was nice. Didn’t have the heart to kill him,” he pouts, wrapping his arm around your back and kissing your temple. “I was thinking of hanging them at the gym tomorrow on the last day? Right before I kill Principal Higgins?” 

“Sounds like a great idea,” you rest your head on his shoulder. 

Originally, you only planned on roleplaying. No murder, no knives, no fright, no blood. But there’s no harm in going a little bit psycho with this whole sex extravaganza. Everyone had their own kinks.

You’re just lucky enough Eddie felt the same.

You pick up the mask and put it over your head, Eddie’s faint scent of cigarettes and alcohol burning your nose. “I get to wear this next time, right?”

“Of course,” Eddie smiles. “But, you get to carve your initials on me next time.”

“Deal.”

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Neteyam x reader or Jake x reader with anxiety???

idk what to title it so i titled it as the medication i used to take idk 😭😭

Xanax

characters: jake x na’vi reader

ratings: soft, concerned jake, soft jake, nice boy jake

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Antsy, restless, impatient, unsociable were only a few words used to describe you by your parents a fellow Na’vi. Ever since you were a teenager, large social events and stressful situations made you indescribably afraid. It was like an impending doom or weight constantly sat on your back and shoulders when around other people. Which made socializing very difficult.

You we’re continuing your rambling to Jake, trying to explain why you never wanted to go to community meals and hunts, as the stares and numbers of people usually scared you off after only a few minutes. Your mate Jake was in awe, realization slapping him in the face. No wonder when he first arrived you seem to avoid him at all times or just look indescribably restless, cracking your knocks or pulling at your fingers.

“Baby girl, anxiety. That restless feeling?” Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Your ears went flat, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? Is that what that is?” Jake grimaced, nodding his head.

“It’s like you feel like you constantly have to do something or…like you’re worried, always looking behind your shoulder.” He explained, fingers caressing your shoulder gently.

It was still a lot to wrap your head around. Na’vi people didn’t really have s good explanation for this as they’re very sociable people who enjoy large families and get together. So to find the odd one out is very astounding.

“We can work it out together. Find better ways to cope, you don’t need to hide from everyone all the time.” Jake said, kissing your forehead.

He was a very comforting figure in your life, always looking for signs of your anxiousness. It even brought those habits to your attention. How you’d bounce your leg impatiently, crack your knuckles and absurd amount of times and play with your hands consistently. Like when it came time to finally go out to your first communal meal in a long time, he could tel you were hesitant about getting any closer to the group. Your breath was erratic, and fingers balled up tensely.

“You got it, baby. Just breathe, just breathe. I’m right here, you tell me when it’s enough. Okay?” He said, his hand resting on your lower back to guide you closer. Your feet moved on their own, instantly finding an empty spot towards the very back, but Jakes hand pushed you in the opposite direction, towards the center.

You whined softly, unwillingly following. He sat you both down, and the Na’vi on either side of you and Jake were surprised to see you out and about. As you squatted down on the log, your leg began to shake, distracting you with its quick movement. Jake was being handed two bowl of season fruits, one for him and one for you. His yellow eyes darted over to you, seeing your habits began again. Your face looked distressed. He placed his free hand on your knee, massaging it harshly to calm you down.

“I’m right here. You’re gonna be okay.” Jake said, his hand remaining on your leg to stop the shaking from starting again. He handed you your share of food, placing his in his lap while he wrapped another arm around you, pulling you closer so your leg pressed against his.

“Let’s eat. Keep your mind off it.” He said, taking a berry out of your bowl and plopping it in his mouth. Letting out a shaking breath, you nodded quickly.

Your hands grabbed at an apple like fruit, sinking your teeth into it while your eyes darted around the room to see if anyone was staring. Nobody seemed interested in you, which calmed your nerves more than anything. The only eyes you could tell were on you was your mates. He smiled softly, “See baby? Calm already.” He joked. He knew better than to assume your anxiety had magically gone away. Jake knew this would be a long process but he’d be there to help you each step.

You laughed, wiping your mouth from all the fruit juices. “Got a laugh out of me in a place like this.” You said pretty confidently.

“I know, it’s my specialty.” He said, ruffling and messing up your braided and beaded hair.

[bbyquokka]

We love mutual pining (they're friends) so what about our beloved Jisung and reader kiss for the first time ? Like a first tentative : fail, second one : fail and hallelujah the third one is the one they KISSED

Idk I thought it could be funny and cute :(

this is so cute ;cc

FLUFF BELOW CUT

warnings: gn!reader, mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff

you and Jisung have known each other since forever. you thought nothing more of him than a friend and friend only, however, the more time you spent, the more you started to feel something more.

it wasn't until he came bouncing to you in his child like manner, a huge grin plastered on his face whilst he explained how excited he was for an upcoming anime show, that you realised you have a crush on the soft boy.

for months you was left wondering if jisung felt the same for you. he did give you tell-tale signs that he does. holding your hand, kissing your cheek softly, sharing his clothing and letting you ‘steal’ his hoodies – to the outside world, you two are smitten for each other.

jisung was the same. he's been in love with you since day one. there have been times where he's wanted to tell you how he feels, even if it meant the friendship being comprised. with the confidence and help of the others, he tried numerous times to tell you, but when it came to, the words got stuck in his dry throat.

he hoped that doing small things such as holding your hand and letting you wear his hoodies would be enough of a sign, but maybe it wasn't..

the first time you two tried to kiss was when Jisung took you out on a picnic date. he planned it for weeks, nervously waiting for the day to arrive. he packed all your fave foods, snacks and drinks, made sure to get the best spot. he waited until the sun was setting, the orange and yellow haze of the sky making it perfect and romantic.

he plucked up the courage, leaning in to plant his lips on yours for him to be cock blocked by a seagull taking liberty of stealing a sandwich. you both shooed away the seagull, jisung deciding to attempt to kiss you on another day. he felt too defeated and the moment was sadly ruined.

the second time he tried was when he took you out to a restaurant for your birthday. dressed in his best suit and tie, you in your best clothing, jisung almost fell over when his eyes laid upon you, as did yours.

seeing jisung in a suit and tie made you're heart thump hard against your chest. you dressed your best, hoping, praying it would have an effect on jisung. you wanted to look your best for him, that silly high school crush feeling swimming around in your stomach.

the meal was amazing, the night was magical. you secretly hoped jisung would make a move on you. a gentle and sweet kiss from jisung would be the best present ever, a night you would never forget. you wanted it to be like in the movies, jisung sweeping you off your feet, kissing you whilst you kick one foot up. then maybe you'd go back to his and just embrace each other.

for the second time, jisung got the courage. he walked you home, hand in hand to keep you safe and close to him as it was 12 pm. a lot of drunk people heading home, he couldn't risk you get hurt especially seeing as you're so precious to him.

stood on your doorstep, you thanked him for the night, kissing his cheek softly. you lingered, yours and Jisung's palms sweaty. so close to each other, you can see the finest details on each others faces. jisung swallowed, leaning in slowly as did you. hearts pounding in your chest, excitement bubbling in your stomachs.

closer and closer you got. just as your lips were about to meet, a suddenly change in weather caused you both to pull away. a storm was approaching and approaching fast. you both gave each a small, yet sad, goodbye before watching jisung dash on home.

cock blocked by the weather.

third times a charm? you was having a rough day, needed some tlc in the form of Jisung's childlike antics. he dashed to your home, snacks in hand. he made you forget about your shit day in the form of making music together, baking, singing along to ABBA songs before finally ordering takeaway and watching a studio ghibli movie.

cuddled together, blanket draped over both your laps. your head on his shoulder. you was messing with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, squeezing the tips of his fingers gently.

it's now or never. what could possibly cock block jisung this time?

he gently lifts you head up from his shoulder by your chin, eyes locking onto yours. he leans in, holding his breath. you smile softly, closing your eyes.

finally, after all this time, your lips press together in a sweet, loving and soft kiss. lips moulding and fitting together perfectly, like you're made for one another. your feelings being reciprocated by one another. butterflies fill your stomach and explode, heart bursting and swelling up.

yup, third times definitely a charm.

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[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

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"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

[tenderlyrenjun]

new axis [preview]

summary: Baseball Player Lee “Haechan” Donghyuck is not afraid to admit he wants it all: the trophy, the legacy, the pro-athlete career. And he isn’t about to let KU’s rival school undermine that. Joshua Hong’s younger sister constantly camps out at their practices and games, and no matter how many times Haechan has called campus security on her ass, she keeps coming back. One night, under the bright headlights, he finds her on his field, running laps. He stops her at second base, aiming a whiffle ball at her leg, but surprisingly, she catches it and throws it back at him. He barely catches it. 

a/n: okay, repost ... hopefully this sucks less idk ... eta 3/25/2022 (hard deadline) ... will eventually include ... enemies to lovers, friends with benefits (less emphasis on the friends), smut, angst, fluff, etc. etc. 

Haechan matches your glare, briskly stalking his long legs across the baseline. And when your head tilts up, he finally notices it: you stand on top of second base, on top of his spot. He pokes his tongue through his cheek, jaw tightening with it. You really do covet every space. 

“I’ve already told you,” he starts, toes landing just before the large rubber base, “and as I’m sure campus security reiterated: You. Don’t. Have Access.”

“Gotta have access,” you mock him, rasing two hands with lazy quotation fingers, “Without it, you can’t enter.” You pull down four fingers and flip him off, then jab that finger in his chest, bouncing back immediately when he puffs it out. “What a joke,” you sneer, “As if non-students don’t come here all the time, Lee.”

During game days!

Haechan rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, Hong?” he bites, throwing your brother’s last name in your face, almost slicing your hair even shorter. It comes under your shoulders now - probably another quote-unquote disguise to get you into his university, not unlike the KU basketball jersey you stole from Juyeon last year (granted, Haechan hardly saw you at the courts, but everyone knows that Joshua’s best friend, Jeonghan, was on the Yonsei basketball team, so you probably used Juyeon to camp out on their practices, too). “Your university is so boring that you have to sneak into mine?” Haechan scoffs, “What happened? Couldn’t get into KU? Couldn’t even transfer here?”

You lean forward on your toes, almost falling off the rubber base.

Haechan resists the urge to balance you again. He won’t have another batting cages incident again.

But his fingers still twitch at his sides. And you still roll your eyes.

“As if,” you repeat, “Everyone knows that Yonsei has the better baseball team anyways. You haven’t won a championship since Dongyoung left.”

“Then explain why I see you more than I see my own teammates.”

“Maybe you like me,” you taunt, wiggling your way into his face, breath warm and foggy and obvious, in the cold night. His gaze, for just a second, falters from your narrowed eyes to your narrowed lips, then blinks up again, meeting you with equal emotion. “It seems like you look for me.” You tiptoe onto him, clawing your way on his shoulders, holding him steady. He almost thanks Mark for making everyone on the team go to the gym regularly (though not as regular as Jeno or Jaemin). You smirk, snorting sarcastically. “Remember the batting cages?”

Haechan rips one of your hands off his shoulders, barely letting you keep the other one there, however brief or long. He steps onto the plate with you, officially looming over you now.

“We said we wouldn’t mention that. Ever.”

You roll your eyes again. Haechan wishes you would just look away, make a goddamn decision. 

“No, you said that no one can know.” You recoil from him, taking a step backward, a step off the plate, but he catches your hand, grabs you, pulls you back up. And you scoff again, turning your gaze to the bright LED light poles still on from the game earlier. “It’s not like you didn’t know what school I go to. I was wearing a giant Yonsei target on my back, literally,” you mutter, “Or is it that you single me out?” You look up at him, frown deepening in your pout. “For what? To yell at me when everyone is around? You like that? You like the screaming matches in public?” You punch his chest again, but he doesn’t back down. “’Cause I can do it, and I can criticize your form while we do it too.” He inhales sharply, and you take advantage of it, pushing him off the base. “Your hips don’t follow through when you swing. Your shoulders push your hands forward too far. Your head tilts up when y-”

Haechan grabs your face, his fingers latching under your jaw, and kisses you.

“Shut up,” he mumbles before starting a new embrace, tongue shoving down your throat, hands frantically feeling your body, searching for your hips. When he finds what he wants, he yanks you close, almost falling back on the ground had you not pulled back enough to stay balanced.

“Thought you said we weren’t going to do this again,” you whisper breathlessly. 

But you return the kiss anyways, stuffing your hands in his back pockets, meshing his pelvis with yours, unwinding between his arms. 

Neither of you actually said that, said you were never going to do this again.

“Technically,” he mumurs on your lips, ghosting little kisses, making you follow the further he retreats. You only stop when he starts grabbing at your shirt, sticking his warm hands, warm hands even in the late autumn air, against your cold skin, making you shive. “We’re not doing that again.”

“Okay, smart ass,” you glare.

Haechan unclasps your bra. But it doesn’t fall. He is too close, too tight against you, for it to fall completely.

“You don’t sound convinced,” he says with mock empathy, then kisses down your neck, bending his knees to reach your chest. “We’re doing something more.” Your hands slide out of his pockets, and his slide into your pants, slide under your panties as he kneads your ass. “Do you not want this?” He reattaches his lips to yours, unflinching without your hesitation. “Because I want you. Now.”