#uhhh alright enough it's tag time uh

[ravinoforre]

Took all my courage to respond to the below post on Twitter (after once again deleting it in fear first lmao), but since *this* is the site I'd decided to use as my dumping ground for cringe, it's only fair to post the same here too.

First doodle is one I've posted here before, the other two have been in hiding a while.

huhuhghhhh

[rarestdoll]

a sight for sore eyes (pt.1)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

with that, mizu makes her arrival around midnight, just as shop is about to close. slipping through the alleyways and back roads, she heads straight for the noodle shop. she half wonders if ringo will want to see her, especially for all the time she's been gone and for her lack of letters. she knows ringo is soft hearted with an even softer soul so it wouldn't be out of his nature to be upset over something like that especially when it came to mizu. the thought of it makes her brow knit together, frown forming at the edges of her mouth, nervous to see her friend(s) again. she takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting the crisp shock her back into a somewhat calm state, and she steps into the restaurant.

chest first she is met with hot soba broth, colliding head on with something- no someone soft, and bowls are sent flying to the floor. she doesn't even have time to react before the person has their hands all over her, dabbing and wiping with a cloth that seemed to have come from nowhere while spewing out a rapid mixture of curse words and apologies, the first directed at themselves while the later are at her.

“i'm so fucking sorry sir, i didn't even see you there! i must've been so wrapped up in my head and then you suddenly appeared and i’m the only one in shop right now and i…” mizu is barely paying at attention to the words coming from the person SHE bumped into, only able to stare at the gloss coating plump lips, the rich brown of their skin, the shine of their dark spiraling coils and even shinier brown eyes. she doesn't know what to do with herself, heart beating almost dangerously fast to the point where she finds herself reaching up to clutch her chest to as if to slow it down. she feels hot all over, not just from the noodles but something else, like she's sitting in a suffocatingly hot iron cauldron and she can't find enough moisture in her mouth to swallow down the huge lump that's formed in her throat.

“uhhh i um” she says dumbly, finally finding her voice and hoping the person she's blathering in front of doesn't notice the cracks in it. “no i'm sorry i was not watching where i was going and i did not check twice before entering and i swear i am usually not this clumsy and uh…” she trails off lamely as the person laughs melodically, eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity and mizu thinks she's never seen anything prettier than the sight before her now.

mizu doesn't realize that she's still clutching her chest until the stranger reaches out to unbind her hand from the front of her cloak, a look of concern crossing their face as they examine the huge wet spot on mizu’s clothing. mizu is taken aback by the gentleness, stomach flipping again for the second time today but this time for an entirely different reason, absentmindedly letting the strangers roam their hands further along her torso.

“are you feeling hurt anywhere? that food was very hot and i am sure you must have gotten burned from its temperature, would it be alright for me to take you to the back to take a look at any possible injuries?” the stranger questions sincerely, face knit with worry and round eyes so big it reminds her of a baby doe and she wants to smooth out the creases in their forehead. adorable. a voice chimes in her head making her eyes widen in both denial and realization. she feels the burn of eyes of a few people leftover in the shop on her and quickly moves to distance herself from the stranger, shaking her head so hard that she almost strains it.

“no,” she manages out, fixing the front of her cloak to ensure that her bindings aren't showing from the stranger’s hand musing her clothes about. “i'm fine, is there any way i can repay you for the spilled food and for your kindness?”

the stranger's face slips back into the same from before, curiosity overpowering amusement more than anything, a kind smile gracing their glossed lips once more. “the boss is away for a few hours to run a few late night errands, if you would be so kind to help me finish the dinner rush and then i could treat you to a nice bowl of soba, a hot bath, and some company and that will make things even, do you accept?”

mizu rolls the idea around in her head a few times, deciding if this was even a good idea given what she originally came here for. seeing that is was trickling down to closing time and there were quite a few people left in the restaurant, maybe the stranger did genuinely need assistance so why not. thoughts about what could come after filled mizu’s mind and she found it even harder to say no now.

“alright, i will help you. however, would it be possible for me to receive a change of clothes, it seems that mine are quite ruined now.” she says, plucking the now cooling broth soaked cloth away from her skin in slight distaste, now smelling like soy and green onion.

the stranger only laughs at this, turning lightly on their heel to lead mizu towards the back end of the shop, slipping into the storage area to hand mizu what looked like cleaning supplies before rounding their way back into the kitchen, “oh there is no need to change silly, you will only get messier until closing! now would you be so kind to clean up the spill that you made and then once your done you can help me re-serve that order to our waiting customers!”

“what the fuck have i gotten myself into?”

once the door flaps shut behind the final customer, mizu slumps onto the nearest floor cushion, rubbing tiredly at her wrists. she hadn't worked this hard since she first started to train, wrists aching pathetically from the amount of soba laden bowls she had carried in the last hour. you had introduced yourselves to each other earlier and mizu could feel her face redden when you repeated her own name back to her in a giddy tone, eager to finally be able to put a name to her face. she feels slightly guilty, ashamed to be thinking of another person this way when she should be focusing on finding her friends. but for some reason she just can’t bring herself to care too much at the moment. she will find them first thing in the morning and besides she can’t turn down a hot meal and equally as hot bath (although she’s looking forward to being in your presence more). sighing as she settles herself into a reclined position on the floor, she scans the room looking for your silk robe clad form, fingers twitching when she spies you across the room tending to the leftover dishes in the wash area. she wants to help you but you scolded her like a child, telling her to wait for you to be finished then you both could eat. her stomach growls in remembrance and she frowns lightly, wanting nothing more than for you to be finished. like she's hoping for something, more than dinner and some fresh clothes, more than just company. her ears burn at the thought and she forcibly shakes it from her mind, guiltily flicking her eyes towards you in hopes that you didn't somehow read her mind.

“you know, i used to watch you sometimes.” you pipe suddenly, hands still sink deep in dish water. you continue to scrub, lips quirking up into a solemn smile at the reminiscence, “up in the mountains, training your heart out, always wondered just exactly who was this onryō that everyone was so scared of. but you were not the only one who was an outcast.” you speak calmly, like you've already rehearsed what you wanted to say, but with a certain sadness that mizu recognized, akin her own. she hears the small shake in your voice as you continue, “as a child i spent so much in kohama’s forest. my father’s sister grew up on the outskirts of the town, hidden away from prying eyes because she looked almost exactly like me, which in turn meant i too was hidden away. i lived with her for most of my life, until i turned eighteen then i was sold off to a group of bandits in kyoto.” mizu feels herself dim at the mention of the men, already knowing what you mean without you having to even fully explain it. “‘i never seen a creature like you before’ they would say.” you fidget uncomfortably, shaking the shudder that started to rack through your body, pushing yourself on for the sake of getting to the point. “what i’m saying is, i’ve see you since i was a kid. i think we are both the same in a lot of ways, except i’ve never raised a sword in my life. i did, however, end up slaughtering those men. a few tried to have their way with me while i slept so i slit their throats with my kitchen knife in return.”

this punches a surprised laugh out of mizu, not because she didn't believe that you would do that but because she knew you could. “i’m not sure why you are telling me any of this but i am glad that you managed to escape from there. those scum deserved nothing but what they had coming to them.”

“oh it was ringo that actually helped me. funny thing is, the big sweetheart ended up killing more men than me!”

the mention of her friend makes her shoot up from the floor, making her way into your space in less than five strides. the strength of her grip as she grasps your wrists in near desperate manner makes you gasp harshly, not at all expecting her hands to be so inhumanly cold.

“ringo?! you know ringo?!”

“well yes! he owns the shop, meaning he is my boss. he should be back soon!” a wide grin graces mizu’s face at the news. seems like what she was looking for has been here all along! she slumps her shoulders in relief as if a huge weight has been lifted off of them. you eyes follow her curiously, faintly wondering what business a lone samurai has with ringo but mizu just smiles loosening her hold on you slightly to guide you away the sink back towards the seating area.

“you sit down, you have helped me enough today. i'm going to make dinner and no don't make that face i've had my share of lessons from ringo so i won't poison you i swear. i would however appreciate those clothes you promised and a hot bath, if you could be so kind?”

a/n: here’s the first chapter! so sorry for the delay i’ve been very sick and i’m just now feeling well enough to work on this again! hope u enjoy ^__^

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Hi! I would fling myself off the roof for:

Number 3: "I want to taste you so badly."

And/Or

Number 8: “Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."

Please! 🙏🏻

P.S. You’re one of my favorite writers and you do horny so damn well. So uhhh…thank you and please never stop! 😊

"I want to taste you so badly." additional tags: lovey dovey shit, petnames, drunk horny ian, public sex, they're tucked away in a hedge maze but the risk is still there, this got long somehow oops you can find a fill for #8 here :)

It’s Debbie’s wedding day. And as Mickey stands in this restored historical property that she and her bride somehow managed to score, he’s gotta give props where props are due.

This shit is fully realized. Fairytale but classy. Dreamy lights strung over stone facade. Fresh, color-coordinated bouquets in the middle of every linen-draped table. 

Damn. 

He apologizes - he was not familiar with her game.

Now that the ceremony and dinner are over, he’s got a lot of time to sniff everything out and appreciate it. Lots more elbow room, what with his husband off on the dance floor with his family, celebrating their first wedding that’s finally gone off without a hitch. A historical moment.

“We really gotta show up for her, Mick,” Ian had started saying at the mere whisper of a wedding date. “Make moves. After everything she did for ours.”

And even after his tease, “Alright, you put on the dress - I’ll start bawlin’ my fuckin’ eyes out,” Mickey had agreed. Of course.

And now they’re here. Everything’s come together with a lot of elbow grease and a little light florist-threatening where it may or may not have been needed. (It was. Debbie was more than fine with it.) Everything’s going according to plan, and that includes his husband’s drunk little shimmy over to him, Mickey clearly in his sights even before the music transitions into something slow and romantic.

The song change has something flashing in Ian’s posture, like he’s delighted by the fate of it all as he reaches his hand out for him, still a few good feet away.

Goofball.

Mickey has no choice but to give in, endeared as all fuck as he helps close the distance and is immediately wrapped up in drunk husband. Flushed skin… Nice cologne… Those big hands slip under his suit jacket and fully wrap around him. Pull him in close. “Hey there, handsy…” 

“I love you,” Ian murmurs into his neck, in a way of greeting. Sappy motherfucker. “Love the fuck outta you, Mick…”

Mickey allows it. Fuck anyone who’s got something to say - it’s not his fault they’re like this. He is gonna make fun of him a little, though. “Uh huh. Love you too, ya lightweight.” 

His own drink sloshes up the side of his glass - high enough to envision the table’s bouquet getting a whiskey bath. 

Yeah, he’ll just set this down real quick.

“Havin’ fun, huh…” He’s seen it with his own eyes. Has been enjoying it, actually, watching Ian tear up the dance floor and be stupid with the rest of the Gallaghers. “Gettin’ all sweaty…”

Ian hums, unbothered by this as he leans down to rest their foreheads together. “Could get sweatier…”

“That right?”

“Saw a room in the back…” He nudges his nose along Mickey’s. Brushes their lips together in suggestion as they fall into the slow, swaying rhythm of the love song playing overhead. “Getchya outta this suit…”

It’s a good idea, obviously. Mickey fucking loves this idea. But, “Told me to keep ya on a tight leash tonight,” he teases. “No funny business ‘til we’re back at the hotel. Remember any of that?” To further his point, he reaches behind himself, dragging those wandering hands back up as they start to drift downward under his jacket.

His response goes about as well as he imagined it would when Ian had proposed it this morning. “Who said that.”

“You, darlin’.”

“Mm. Mm-mm…” he denies, his hands beginning to creep back down the small of his back in spite of it all. “Not me…”

Mickey huffs out a laugh. Allows the touch just a little longer, but then corrects him again, before too much of this very good idea becomes a possibility. “Hang onto that, stud.” For later. Much later. When the song isn’t changing to something uptempo and just screaming for Ian to participate. “Go help Lip - poor bastard just pulled somethin’, looks like.”

With a great big inhale, Ian makes his displeasure known. “Come with.”

But, “Will in a bit,” Mickey counters. “Wanna check out back.”

“Out back…”

“Heard they got a statue of some naked dude out there.”

He can feel the smirk of suggestion that’s starting to creep across those lips. “Oh…?”

Gotta stop him before he starts up again. Distract him - ease back so he can look right into those heavy-lidded eyes while he sets the plan. “I’ll check it out - let ya know… Meet ya for another slow one soon…”

This seems to strike a chord in Ian’s wine-soaked brain. The deal of the century. And as if fate is reaching out its hand again, the music switches over to a song that’s got the inner circle shouting for Ian on the dancefloor.

“Go,” Mickey insists, kisses him back when Ian plants a quick one on his lips. 

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Another kiss. “Okay bye.”

“Bye.”

“Love you.” 

“Love ya.” One more. 

And then he’s high-tailing it back into the crowd, leaving Mickey to watch after him with a fond shake of his head. 

He picks his drink back up. Takes a sip, indulging in just a few more moments.

Damn, he loves that motherfucker.

_ _ _

It’s not that Mickey wants to deny his man - especially not when he’s all drunk and horny and love-struck like this - he’s only doing it because Ian asked him to. You know, before getting sloppy off pinot noir.

He’s in good hands in the dance circle, though. His opportunities to act up drop astronomically without his better half being there to touch up on. 

And all marble dick jokes aside, Mickey does actually wanna snoop around outside. So that’s how he finds himself here, a good unknown amount of time later, posted up at the edge of the garden’s miniature hedge maze.

He hears someone call it a labyrinth in passing, but it’s a fucking hedge maze. Labyrinths are supposed to have monsters and shit in them, aren’t they? Debbie probably woulda had to pay extra for that.

Mickey pushes it from his mind and takes another drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke drift up into the stars. It’s a clear night. Perfect weather. Real quiet out here too, most of the celebration locked away in the estate. 

It’s why he can hear the steps coming up behind him so easily, the stride and weight of them already getting his chest to swell with pleasant, familiar anticipation. 

It only grows when he turns around - when he’s met with Ian’s playful little grin as he stops in front of Mickey not to kiss him like he expects, but to pluck the cigarette from his lips, without a word, before making his way to the labyrinth’s entrance a few feet away.

Mickey watches after him. Feels that pleasant anticipation curl into something curious as Ian takes a drag, flicks playful arch of his eyebrow Mickey’s way, and then slips through the opening in the hedgeline.

An invitation to play.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Mickey pushes forward, eager to not let Ian get too much of a lead on him. As soon as he steps into the maze, though, it becomes clear that won’t matter at all.

Because right away, he’s forced to make a decision between left and right, with no signs of which way Ian just chose. 

Alright then, left it is.

“Ay,” he calls out, just on the off chance he’ll get a response. Shit’s twisty-turny in here. Tall, perfectly trimmed hedges that have gone dark green in the shadows stretch out before him. “Red…”

Of course Ian doesn’t answer.

He turns again. More choices. Right this time. “Gonna make me call a search party for your drunk ass…” he calls, only half kidding. 

Another choice - straight, left, or right. 

The stomped out cigarette keeps him on track - straight ahead - pulse beginning to quicken with his steps. 

Because this is fun, but he doesn’t know how long it’s gonna stay fun. Doesn’t know exactly how many more blind turns he’s got in him before things start to get a little too real. 

“Ian…” One more choice - he’s decided. One more turn and then if he’s not right in front of his husband he’s gonna make it everyone else’s problem. “Ian, if you don’t-...”

The rest evaporates into thin air as Mickey’s steps gradually fall off, all his determination leading him through the corridor and into a hidden resting place tucked in the middle of the labyrinth. It’s small - moonlit and flanked on all sides by the tall hedges. And in the middle…

Holy shit, there it is.

Mickey takes a careful step forward. Takes in the statue erected in the middle of the clearing - all the dips and curves of the pose - how he lounges back on one hand, the other raised to the crown of leaves around his head. 

It’s weirdly profound.

Strangely breath-taking.

Gets Mickey so caught up in the moment of it all that he doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him until it’s too late - until he feels the hand wrap around his arm and tug, gently pulling him around until he’s come face to face with the man he’s been searching for.

His mouth falls open and Ian helps himself without a word, pinot noir and hunger on his tongue. Mickey laps it up. Lets himself be eaten alive, heat rushing into his chest and his face and his-

Ian lets out a tasty little breath as Mickey shoves him away, light and playful with it, but still hard enough to get a few steps between them - room to breathe and size each other up.

And fuck, he looks like something out a movie. 

The shrubbery walls are tall, but the two of them are out of shadow’s reach, silver moonlight settling over Ian’s flushed face…his kissed, parted lips…how a couple bangs have fallen over his forehead…

Somewhere between the dance floor and here, he’s gotten his tie undone completely - has left it hanging and the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone, his suit jacket just begging to get pushed off his shoulders right where he stands.

Holy fuck.

If this is what labyrinth monsters look like, Mickey might not mind getting lost.

“You lookin’ for me…?” Ian smirks, and it’s crazy how something so normal can sound so slutty when he’s panting like that.

Now is the time for Mickey to stop this. Now is the time for Mickey to remind him that they’re supposed to be behaving until the wedding is over.

“C’mere,” he says instead, already rushing forward - already wetting his lips and parting them so Ian can lick right into his mouth again.

It’s sloppy. Handsy. Ian is drunk and horny and love-struck and it’s too hot to deny anymore. It was never gonna happen anyway. 

Dewy grass gets trampled under their dress shoes as Ian walks them backward without breaking off. Mickey can’t see but he trusts him - even like this - anticipates the sturdy marble before his lower back even slots against it. And then he’s trapped, blissfully, between the infamous naked statue and his husband’s crowding warmth.

“Fuck, Mick…” Ian breathes out. His fingers work at the knot in Mickey’s tie so he can loosen it - pop open the first two buttons of his shirt - tuck his fingers into the edge of his collar and then pull, burying his face into the newly exposed side of his neck.

It’s got Mickey lighting up, all the way from the tips of his toes. Of course he goes right for his weak spots. “Jesus Christ…” This statue better be good at keeping secrets.

Because Ian’s mouth is running, words and lips pouring over Mickey’s skin, “Need you, baby…” up and up and brushing over his ear, “Wanna taste you so bad…”

A shudder works up Mickey’s spine, even as he hears himself say it. “What, here?”

“Here.”

“Now?”

“Now.” His warm palm cups Mickey’s cock over his pants and starts rubbing just to prove it. “Right now. In here. Lemme taste you - I don’t wanna wait anymore…”

And Christ, he’s supposed to say no to that?

No fucking way.

Mickey reaches down for his belt, undeniably hard where Ian continues to give him attention. “Quick,” he insists, though. “People been goin’ in and out all night.”

That doesn’t seem like it’s gonna be a problem for Ian. He’s already getting on his knees - fucking up his slacks with wet grass stains - helping Mickey get his belt open and pants down just enough and fuck…

“Fuck…” 

Fuck…Ian’s licking him up and swallowing him down right away, getting him good and sloppy like it’s the only thing he wants to concentrate on right now. His drunk ass really has been craving this.

Mickey lets his head tip back into the moonlight. Lets out a bitten groan from the tight, wet heat working up and down his cock. Feels his breath quicken as those fingers slip through the spit that’s dripped down to his balls, and then slide further back to start circling over his hole.

“Oh fuck,” he huffs out, his laugh breathy and surprised. “Fuckin’-...Jesus, Ian…you horny bitch…”

It’s affectionate, of course. They both know it. If anything, it just makes Ian lean into it harder, something low rumbling in his chest before he draws his hand back to spit in it - loudly - and then goes back to playing with his hole.

Yeah, he’s definitely a monster.

But he is quick, Mickey will give him that. They’re moving fast, the combination of time and Ian’s drunk, hungry mouth making things sloppy in a way they haven’t really been since they were teenagers. 

This is so much better though. Obviously. This is fucking perfect, nasty in that shameless way. That ‘you’re my husband and I think you’re so fucking hot and I’m gonna do whatever I fucking want to you because I know you’re just as into it’ way. Jesus, if his teenage self could see them now-

The sudden redirection has Mickey spinning - literally - gets him facing the statue, his arms coming to hold himself up in its lap as Ian tugs him backwards ass-first and-

“Jeeeesus…” Mickey’s eyes roll shut in pure, utter pleasure, reaching to hold himself up by the crook of the statue’s elbow as Ian’s tongue starts lapping over his hole like he’s got no time to lose.

They don’t, really. 

Realistically. No matter how time is going in and out in this fucked up little maze.

Anyone could make a turn at any of the four hedge breaks and walk right into this - Mickey, bent over in some naked statue’s lap, his ass completely out and being absolutely devoured by his husband while three fingers deep.

Another shudder runs down his spine, his toes curling in his shoes. 

Wait a minute, is that hot?

Fuck, he’s getting close.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but Mickey finally gets his hand squeezed into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, freeing the things he’s hidden there just for this.

He gets the corner of the gold packaging between his teeth and then tears, carefully, only spitting the extra bit onto the ground once he’s turned over his shoulder and held the rubber within reaching distance.

It’s got Ian coming back to Earth a little bit.

Has him pulling away, his mouth and chin glistening in the moonlight as he blinks owlishly at the condom, then looks up at Mickey, then back down to the condom again, processing with heavy breath and stilled fingers.

Mickey can already hear the shit he’s gonna get for this later. All sorts of mess about how he said he’d keep Ian at bay but then brought condoms and lube anyway - in his fucking jacket no less. 

“Okay, but I was right to. Was I fuckin’ not?” he defends himself.

And Ian has absolutely nothing to say to that right now - he couldn’t possibly - instead he focuses on the task of wiping his face while standing and getting his pants open and grabbing the condom Mickey undid for him, unrolling it on himself as quickly as possible.

It’s all while Mickey gets the packet of lube torn open and put to work. Because suddenly time is very real to him. It’s slamming forward, the crickets seeming louder than ever but holy fuck, is he turned on. He might want this shit even more than the one who’s been slobbering after it all night.

So he hangs on, literally, going back to grabbing at the crook of the statue’s elbow as Ian slicks up the condom and then presses forward, sinking inside him perfectly.

Fuck yes…

“Oh god, baby…” he breathes out, and it’s shaky and right in Mickey’s ear - right where it sends tingles down his whole body.

Mickey bites down over his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as Ian starts to fuck him against the statue. It’s just like everything else tonight. Good and greedy and sloppy, wine slurring the usual rhythm of his hips, but it doesn’t matter one fucking bit when they’re both this turned on.

It also means it’s gonna boil over quickly, both of them just a little too desperate to hold anything off. And that’s okay too. Mickey’s here for the ride no matter how it goes - how quick and fumbly and messy it is. Sometimes it’s more fun that way anyway. 

This is one of those times. This is Mickey falling forward into the statue’s lap again, reaching blindly above him for Ian, who swoops in to press his lips to the side of his neck, words slurring and heated and sexy. 

Mickey gets his hand in the top of his hair and he knows he’s fucking it all up - the gel is getting all over his fingers - but that doesn’t matter right now because the new angle’s got Ian’s cock rubbing up just right inside him, pleasure pooling and curling in his belly and drawing everything to a steamy, delicious boil.

“...m'gonna cum,” Ian moans and it’s one of the most romantic things they’ve ever done, Mickey thinks - fucking in this garden labyrinth - coming together under the stars and the watchful eye of some beautiful, fucked up little statue.

It’s definitely up there, at least. And Mickey’s not gonna factor in that he’s got marble cock and balls in his face as he starts to catch his post-orgasm breath.

From where he’s slumped on top of him, Ian buries his face right back into Mickey’s neck, his declaration winded and endearing. “Fuck… Love you so fuckin’ much Mick, oh my god…”

It’s enough to have Mickey buzzing - aftershocks and true, sometimes disgustingly obvious adoration.

“Love ya too,” he breathes out. Then, “Kinda wanna put my ass away though…”

A giggle tickles at his neck, Ian clearly entertained by his request. “Gonna come dance with me…?”

God… “Uh huh…”

It’s all he needs to say for the great weight atop his upper half to release, Ian finally granting them both enough room to pull up their pants.

They straighten themselves up with coy little grins at each other. While Ian re-ties his tie for him, Mickey tries to slick all that red hair back into something not obviously post-fuck. 

And this might actually be the most romantic thing they’ve ever done, he decides instead. Even when they both finally declare each other ready for the dance floor, but find themselves lingering at the different openings in the hedges.

Because wait…

“Fuck…” Mickey realizes. “How the hell do we get outta here?” 

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

[under-the-dirt]

Hi :3

Question: could I request a one-shot with Ghost based on this song?

thank you for the ask!!! i’ve been wanting to base a one shot off a song for a bit now!! <333

sorry it took a while to respond, i was sleeping and i had to brainstorm the one shot!! but, i really hope you like it <3333

pairing: simon “ghost” riley x reader

tags: afab!reader (sorryz again it’s super hard to write gn! smut. :[), not really established relationship, smut, simon’s kinda mean, but he loves u <3, uhhh petnames, a bit of angst, UNDER 13 DNI!!!!

You and Simon had been in this ‘friends with benefits’ type deal for at least a year now, and he’d always come when you needed him, or when he needed you.

Tonight, you needed each other, as he holds you down to the bed, hands interlocked, slamming into you as you whimper and moan.

He knows you, he knows you so well, well enough to know how to turn your brain off whenever you had sex. He knew how to touch you in all the right places, to say all the right words, move the right way to slam into your g-spot with every thrust.

“A-ah Simon!” You moan, and he shushes you.

“Keep it down, love,” He reminds you. It was nighttime after all , and you were in his highly occupied base. You hated how quiet you had to be.

“Mm- mm… Simon- Simon,” You whine, and he hums, rubbing your clit gently, sending you over the edge quicker than you could have anticipated.

“‘Ave ya wanted me this much? Ya missed me this much?” He teases, collecting your cum and slick on his fingers to display to you, before lifting his mask to his nose and licking his fingers clean. You whine at the sight. “Hm.. So needy nowadays..” He purrs, leaning down and kissing your chest gently, before taking one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth and sucking gently. The sensation was so much, you hardly realized he was back to thrusting into you harder than before, messier, sloppier, and you knew he was close.

“Where d’ya want it?” He asks, still hammering into you, heavy balls slapping against soft skin, and you moan.

“Uh- ch-chest,” You instruct softly, panting for air between broken moans.

“Hm.” He grunts, slowly pulling out and pumping a few times, before releasing a low groan and a puddle of his sticky cum on your chest.

You relax against the bed with a sigh. He climbs off of you, walking to the restroom and wetting a rag with warm water. He walks back over to you and begins cleaning the cum off your chest and cleaning the mess between your legs. Once finished, he walks back to the bathroom and you can hear the shower start.

Taking this as your cue to leave, you slowly get up, trying your best to stay on your feet. Which is always one of the most difficult parts of leaving, he always fucks you so good you can’t stand and you’re sore in the morning. You wish you could just stay the night, but you know that isn’t a possibility.You have a feeling that you both have mutual feelings but.. something won’t let you in. It’s like he’s got his guard up constantly, even for you, who has been in such intimate situations with him multiple times for over a year.

You were still standing there, naked and shaking, eyes unfocused as you were lost in thought. Simon taps the doorway to his bathroom, and you look up.

“If you’re wantin’ to join me, ya could’ve just asked,” He states, and you blush.

“Oh- uhm.. it’s alright.. i- i should get going..” You explain, grabbing your underwear.

“Nah, it’s alright, stay a while,” He offers, and you can’t help but accept. You’ve wanted to forever, and you’ve never gotten the chance. You quickly follow him into the shower, sighing from the feeling of the warm water on your skin.

Suddenly, Simon wraps his arms around your waist and presses a few soft kisses to your neck.

“‘m sorry,” He whispers into your neck, and you place your hand on the back of his head.

“For what?” You ask softly, and he sighs against your skin.

“For.. For not bein’ able t’ be with you..” He explains.

“That’s how a friends with benefits kinda works..”

“No.. I want it t’ be more, Love, I really do,” He whispers, hiding his face in your neck. You’ve never, ever seen this side of him, and it was shocking.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I- I love you.. “ He says your name with such sweet sincerity, you can’t help but blush. “But.. I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you. With everything i’ve done, the person i’ve become.. I don’t, I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Simon.”

“But i don’t know that. And you don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t,” He whispers harshly into your neck.

“Then when will I know you? I barely see you, I’ve never even seen your face-“ You respond angrily, and as you turn around to yell at him, you realize he wasn’t wearing the mask.

“Holy fuck,” You whisper, and he presses his lips together in a tight line, unsure of your reaction. You place your hands on his cheeks, holding his face, his fucking beautiful face, rubbing his scarred skin with your thumbs. He’s so much more beautiful than you pictured. His hair is a white blonde, his eyelashes are long and full, lips plump and pink, a slight stubble on his sharp jawline, a scar across the bridge of his nose and a scar on his top lip. You pull him closer and kiss him deeply, before kissing all over his face.

He was blushing now, before feeling the water begin to grow cold.

“Alright, suppose ‘s time to ge’ out,” He chuckles, stepping out of the shower and holding out a towel for you to take. You take said towel, drying yourself off and wrapping it around yourself to get your clothes from his bedroom floor.

After getting dressed, you prepare to leave. You grab your phone and you walk out of his room, giving him a quick goodbye before leaving. You sit in your car a moment, before driving away.

He loves you, and you love him. You both know your feelings for each other, so why doesn’t he ask you out.

He wishes he could. He wishes so greatly he could, but there is part of him stopping this. Stopping him from loving you fully. A part of him will never be able to love you, and he hates that. He hates it, but he can’t change it. He’ll always have that part that won’t love you. Always.

tysm for the ask!! i loved writing this one it was sm fun!! i hope it goes with your idea, this is what i was picturing. tytyty for the ask, j love getting them!! and i love Ghost (the man and the band :3) <333

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— B A S I C S

Name: Bellinor Lanverlais

Nicknames: Dusk, which is the name he goes by in almost all circumstances. The vast majority of people don't know his actual first name.

Age: 39, I'll tick him over to 40 when Dawntrail starts. Happy birthday?

Nameday: 21st Sun of the Second Umbral Moon

Race: Elezen, Wildwoodishgardian

Gender: Dude

Orientation: Pansexual, polyamorous

Profession: Gunbreaker, will still do DRK and DRG things occasionally. Also a carpenter.

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Blondie blond blond with some white highlights that he doesn't want to think about but luckily blend in pretty well. He also has a beard. He will never shave it.

Eyes: Dark Green

Skin: Light skinned, but does look like he goes into the sun occasionally. He promises he goes into the sun occasionally.

Tattoos/scars: Nope!

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Extremely alive. His father is named Bernon, and he was a pikeman in the Ishgardian military until he and his wife deserted left, and he is currently a maverick Wood Wailer who should probably hand in his badge. His mother is named Gwenolie, she was a chirugeon in Ishgard, which is how she met Bernon in the first place. She retired completely upon reaching Gridania ... as far as Gridania knows, at least.

Siblings: His twin sister, Orianne. Her nickname, of course, is Dawn. She's a botanist most of the time, unless she feels like the Scions are not doing a good enough job keeping an eye on her brother. Then she's a lancer who recently picked up reaper, since it's hard to feel like you're pulling your weight when your brother and his boyfriend bro are both extra special dragoons, you know?

Grandparents: ALSO VERY ALIVE, although they're all getting on in years. Gwenolie's parents are Lionnet and Aurelle Tirauland. Lionnet is a (mostly) retired chocobo trainer, Aurelle is a retired knight. Bernon's parents are Ciceroix and Iliette Lanverlais. Ciceroix was also a pikeman in the military (now retired) and Iliette is a retired archer.

In-laws and Other: It's kinda funny this asks for in-laws but not ... partners? Farron is Dusk's almost-husband, which makes Farron's semi-adopted dad, Bjalla, Dusk's almost-father-in-law. Farron also has two kids, twins, named Sverre and Kara, who seem keen to adopt Dusk. The twins live on the First. It's a whole thing. And Estinien is ... <waves hand vaguely>.

Pets: Dusk and Farron are currently raising two amaro babies, which probably count. Their names are Eo Lad and Sul Lad, and they're adorable. There's also Duck, of course, but he's not a pet.

— S K I L L S

Abilities: He has an excellent memory for names and visuals. He is an excellent carpenter. He's also usually pretty good in social situations.

Hobbies: He enjoys woodworking, playing piano or cello, or painting when it's Hobby Time.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Traits: Kind, determined, resilient.

Most Negative Traits: Sore loser, has a very difficult time telling concise stories, tends to hide when he's Not Alright from most people.

— L I K E S

Colors: Greens and blues.

Smells: Sawdust, and the way super cold, crisp air smells.

Textures: I have never thought about this question, and I do not intend to start. He probably likes when he runs a hand over something he's sanded and it feels perfect, though. Does that count?

Drinks: Likes finding new teas to try. Also a closet wine snob.

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Not tobacco! :D

Drinks: As mentioned, he is into wine. He usually stops drinking once he feels himself getting tipsy, but ... not always.

Drugs: don't worry about it

Mount Issuance: His chocobo Pike, of course. He also has an amber draught chocobo named Lance.

Been Arrested: Uhhh unless that one time in Ul'dah counts, nope!

I was tagged by @alixennial, thank you! I don't want to tag every single FFXIV mutual I have, so uh ... if you're one of them, do the thing if you want. :P

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Oh my God, we’re back again🎶

Well hello….it’s 💛. You said that my requests make you happy and that you don’t mind them so I have returned. By the way, if this ever changes, do not hesitate to tell me. Even if you just don’t want to write TØP anymore. I’m a fan of a lot of fandoms you appear to write for, so I’d probably be able to request other things (again, only if you don’t mind me doing so). For what it’s worth, your stories are the highlight of my day. I frequently reread them when I’m feeling down or in need of an escape.

Alright, enough with my sappiness. You know that meme of the girl explaining something to her mom and the mom is just like 😐 (google “Me explaining to my mom meme” and it should be the first pic that shows up)? I was thinking that a fun story would be Josh trying (and maybe failing) to explain TØP lore to the reader. It doesn’t have to go super in depth to things by any means. I just can imagine that such a scenario has happened before and, quite honestly, half the time I don’t even know the lore. As always, if you hate this idea, no pressure to do it. ❤️❤️

Lore - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1374

A/N: I love that you re-read my stuff. It makes me so happy that it’s the highlight of your day. Getting your requests is the highlight of mine, writing helps me relax at the end of the day-especially with how rough it is being in senior year (I’m in the southern hemisphere and finish school late November so exams are imminent 😭). I actually re-read some of mine quite a bit. Honestly I’m so proud of the number 16 cotton candy. The way part 2 ended made me want to cry - I believe I ATE that if I do say so myself 🙌. It makes me want to add more parts, like the reader watching Clancy perform on Good Day Dema and seeing how upset/zoned out he looks and being hurt by it, the conversations they have after reuniting, more of that series’ torchbearer bc he’s funny af, and more! Literally love this request btw bc I tried explaining the lore to my mom and she pulled the exact face in the meme. 

Tyler and Josh were always on social media. It had always been a key part of their relationship with the clique, and I’d noticed it more and more when they started tagging me in memes and pictures that I didn’t know the meanings of. 

“Josh?” I asked. We were sitting on the couch under a blanket in our apartment, the weather outside cold and rainy. Josh looked down at me, I’d planted myself in his lap, my head resting perfectly on his thighs while the rest of my body stretched out across the couch. 

“Yeah?” I brought my phone up to his face. 

“What’s a forest fic and why are the clique tagging me in memes saying you don’t exist?” His face dropped, mouth open wide in shock. “Tyler reposted something about it earlier and I don't get it.” He said nothing, the silence in the room growing with every second. “What?” I could tell he was trying to frame a way to tell me the truth, surely it wasn’t that bad.

“It’s a uh….uhhhh, like a fan fiction. And like….uhhh… I’m like not real in it… like a figment of Tyler’s imagination. Uhh and then a treehouse burns down THE END,” he mumbled, stumbling through the words and giving the worst plot description I’d ever heard. I was still confused. “That’s all you will EVER need to know… no need to look it up or mention it ever again.” He flashed me a quick smile before going back to his phone. I sat there for a few moments trying to understand his words before continuing. 

“But how is that relevant to whatever Tyler posted this morning?” 

He let out a loud sigh, telling me I was starting to get on his nerves. He put down his phone and properly sat up, giving me his full attention.

“It’s related to the lore of the new album, the whole Dema thing,” he explained. I knew that over the last few albums the boys had been telling some big story but that it was too complex to just google and learn about in five minutes. 

“Like how your character is the Torchbearer?” I asked and he nodded in response. “But how is that related to you not existing?”

“Do you really want me to explain the whole lore to you?” he laughed. 

“Yeah, I guess today’s the day.”

Josh had tried to explain everything as clearly as he could but it still didn’t make any sense. He explained that he was called the Torchbearer–which I’d proudly already known–and that Tyler was called Clancy. He also said that Clancy was trying to escape Dema because of the Bishops–I still didn’t really understand the concept of the Bishops… or Dema for that matter. 

“Wait, wait, wait, so you’re saying that there’s like… nine different Bishops?” I asked, trying to get my head around it. 

Josh nodded, “And they’re in charge of different sectors of Dema where the citizens live.” 

“If I’m being 100% honest, I have no idea where we are on the timeline or what the difference between Trench and Dema is,” I laughed. Josh covered his eyes and shook his head. He grabbed his phone, sending off a couple of texts before continuing trying to explain the lore. After about an hour, we both had our computers out, Josh was on the clique side of reddit and I was taking notes, typing frantically. A loud knock sounded from the door and I got up to answer it. It was Tyler, standing in the doorway with a large blanket with ‘twenty one pilots’ printed on it, snacks–including my favorite candy, the mask he’d worn during all the Clancy promotional stuff, a roll of yellow tape, and a stuffed animal which looked like a fat goat. 

“Where’s Josh? I heard there was an emergency and I came prepared,” he spoke, running inside and jumping on the couch next to my boyfriend. Closing the door I chuckled to myself and walked back over to the boys. “Josh said you wanted to learn the lore.”

“Well I tried explaining it to her myself but she wasn’t getting it,” Josh claimed. 

“That’s because you don’t get the lore yourself, come on,” Tyler laughed. He grabbed Josh’s computer and switched the tab to YouTube. “To start with, watch this.” He started playing the band’s ‘The Story’ playlist which featured all of the lore-related music videos. We started with Heavy Dirty Soul–which I’d seen before–and then went on to watch the videos from Trench. 

“Okay so Tyler’s character, Clancy, basically tries escaping Dema but then gets taken back. Josh’s character, the Torchbearer, is in charge of the Banditos–the rebellion group–and gets Tyler–sorry Clancy out of the city and takes him to the camp but then he gets captured again?” 

Tyler nodded, confirming my understanding. We continued watching the music videos till we got to ‘The Outside’. Josh  pulled out the stuffed animal and passed it to me before pressing play. I watched the video, Josh leading Tyler through an island and into a cave. A small gremlin with black eyes, gray horns, and white fur popped onto the screen, the exact same creature the stuffed animal was modeled off of. He jumped about the dark cave mysteriously, leading Tyler to a larger group of them. “Oh my god what is that thing?” I moved into Josh, cuddling up to him, completely stunned at this creature who was both cute and terrifying at the same time. 

“It’s Ned,” he smiled, “it stands for Neuro-Expansion Device.” I nodded and continued to watch the video. Tyler had gotten the horns from Ned and was able to control the dead bishop I’d learned to be Keons. When we finally reached Navigating, Josh paused the video. “This is the video those instagram memes were referring to, the ones Tyler has been reposting.” Tyler pressed play and we sat through the entire thing. The song was catchy and the video showed Josh leading Tyler through the forest and back into Trench after leaving the island Vøldsoy. What I didn’t expect was for Josh’s character to be a figment of Tyler’s imagination and the real Torchbearer to be the Bandito one from the Trench videos. 

“WHAT?!” I gasped, “NO WAY.” There was no way this whole time the Torchbearer was not there for Clancy. I wanted to cry from how sad it was and I had to find out how the story ended. “Wait so what happens next?” 

Tyler sat up and put the computer away, “Well basically we have another music video for Paladin Strait but that’s not coming out for a while. We’ve also got some lore stuff planned for the tour so I’ve got to finalize that soon too.” 

I nodded listening to everything he was saying and trying to remember the few follow up questions I had. “So, the bishops,” I started. 

“Yeah, what about them?” Josh asked, wrapping his arms around me. 

“So I get that Keons and Nico are the main ones but what about the others? Like what kind of a name is Nills?” Tyler laughed loudly, bringing a hand up to his chest.

“They’re from the songs off Blurryface, like Sacarver, “she’s a carver,” he explained. 

“Oh so you went through the lyrics and highlighted things that sounded vaguely like names?” Josh seemed to find that hilarious because he nearly fell off the couch. Tyler however, found it less funny and rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough for today,” he got up and packed up the blanket. “You can keep the Ned by the way.” I grinned and cuddled him closer to me. 

“Thanks for the help Tyler,” Josh held me against his chest. 

“No worries,” he smiled before leaving the apartment. Josh and I were left to ourselves, the rain still pattered on the roof and I could hear the occasional grumble of thunder. 

“So Torchbearer, what’s the plan for dinner?” I asked, getting up off the couch. I got up, put away all the snacks and drinks while Josh folded up our blankets. 

“You’re never going to stop calling me that are you?” he laughed. 

“What’s that? I can’t see you, maybe you’re not really here.”

//

Hopefully this is good, I wasn't too sure about it but I think it's worth publishing. I'm so glad that I have 💛 anon bc their requests are awesome and I love hearing their feedback. I felt guilty last night about declining a Joshler fic but bc of 💛 saying I should write what I want it felt okay.

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object shows I've watched (or read): bfdi (season 2, idfb, bfb pre split, all of tpot), II (beginning of season 1, all of season 2 and 3), burner, aib, moss, animatic battle, itft, idfk, object madness, the broadcast objective, objectified, play to win (exclusively on the object shows amino),

object shows to watch: the rest of ii s1, bfb post split, eee, ppt2, the object show movie, roadkill, object invasion

osc books on wattpad I've read: fear garden, crowned, exp 21, inanimate experiments, not so bright, the perfect subjects, messed up, inanimate insanity ronpa (by pastatownlinguine on wattpad), broken, goiky labs, break this is breaking point , TOSOALT, null, summer camp, our little secret, deep scarlet, family doesnt have to be the same bloodline, the multiverse, ask hotel oj, running out of time, bfb no tmrw, the president au, bfb world domination au, double agent double the trouble, tonight's live, what's it like outside?, ten rules, going mental, daycare oj

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listened to {may have not listened to some of these fully}: will wood, chonny jash, tally hall, lemon demon, jack stauber, melanie martinez, jazmin bean, penelope scott, chappell roan, mitski, mother mother, vocaloid, sofia isella, starberry, sushi soucy, that handsome devil

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wings of fire, art, writing, books, music, chemistry, psychology, video essays, rockabye the musical, murder drones

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I have had to stop myself from crying over fan fictions sm,,

I have the golfball plush!! she is very bouncy lol :3

I like to joking adopt characters lol,, my list so far is: mushroom from objectified, mushroom from ab, mushroom from tfos (wip object show), apple from ptw, the mushroom bg character in hfjone, the mushroom bg character in lots, mephone3gs, bot from ii, earring from the ii au crowned, evy and leafy specifically from the bfdi au goiky labs

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[matd0]

life update ig ??:

hi hi hi hi hi hi hi !!!

ok so

1. i mentioned about having medical issues and some people got concerned so i just want to quickly explain the thing yk; in short it turns out having anxiety can cause heart arrhythmia ????? which can be like kinda dangerous;; but like in most cases it's fairly harmless so i should be alright :] !! still have to go check it out at the hospital (which i have been sorta putting off for a while bc yk. anxiety,, lol) but like other than it stressing me out a bit, everything is relatively fine :]

2. school is kicking my ass rn 💀 have a lot of unfinished work and missed a ton of classes bc my mental health kinda sucks,, so yk it's not exactly going great lol. but uhhhhhhhhhh im sure I'll figure it out ? ig ?? ye.

3. got a small art block. well it's more like "i have so much work to do, how dare i draw at a time like this" (and then just go to sleep bc im soo stressed and overwhelmed about everything 💀) but like. I'll probably get over it soon 🤷

idk i also just feel super obligated to always post super high effort paintings if i have many followers yk? like alot of the time i just feel like my drawings aren't good enough and everyone will like despise me for it;; and idk ig i just need constant approval for everything i do for some reason sjdhjshd. ik it's like. a really inaccurate and terrible way to look at it but i just can't rlly help it;;

uhhh all that to say, i hope it's alright if i post more sketches and unfinished drawings ? ;;

4. i would like to formally apologize for barely responding to literally anything. like. im so sorry dudes;;;;;;; unfortunately i have. very intense social anxiety and literally do not respond to anyone ever. (/srs it's like. a genuine issue in my life. whoops) but like i feel super bad about it bc i don't want to seem like i don't care T_T cuz lik e. i literally read every comment, message, tag, etc. and they always make me so so so happy ;;;;; like i routinely show screencaps of random comment to my friends gush about how nice they are 💀 idk point being; im a loser, i love all of you and it blows my mind that anyone cares about my silly drawings for a p much dead fandom lol.

extra: also i uh made a creepypasta oc 🧍‍♂️might post about him maybe idk im scared it'll be cringe sjhsjsgdhgdhd epic

TLDR; pretty stressed, small art block, school suckz, might die but probably not lol.

(sorry this came off super negative and sort of venty 💀 its all good i swear, im just silly)

[beepboop260]

I wrote a thing and it's Sett/Yone and I haven't written a thing in like, years so uhhh idk how it is really. Also I don't have a title for it cause I'm bad at naming things

I normally censor characters' names but considering this is a fic I'm not going to do that so this will probably show up in tags so

Note: This story contains: weight gain, stuffing, and also some light burping. Don't read if that's not your thing.

It started with Sett just trying to make sure Yone was eating enough. The man would lock himself away in his office and work for hours at a time and Sett realized he never saw Yone consume anything other than coffee. He didn’t eat much when they went out for food either, so Sett started making little meals and quietly bringing them into Yone’s office and setting them beside him. It pleased him that Yone would emerge some time later bringing an empty plate back to the kitchen. If he managed to be around when this happened Yone would always thank him for the meal before returning to work. Sett received praise from the others for his cooking, but Yone giving him praise felt different. Yone always seemed a bit shy about it. Sett found it cute and found himself wanting to give him more food just to see more of it but he restrained himself.

Then the holidays rolled around and Sett found himself wanting to spoil Yone and give him snacks between meals. He’d leave him small batches of pastries and would be overly pleased when Yone finished the plate. These snacks happened on top of the meals Sett was giving Yone and Sett worried perhaps he was giving him too much, but he rationalized it with that if it was too much then Yone would simply not finish it all.This never happened and Sett started to wonder if perhaps even with meals and snacks that Yone still was a bit undernourished. 

Sett started giving Yone bigger meals and more snacks and still Yone never emerged with leftovers and would always abashedly offer some praise for Sett’s cooking before hiding away again in his office.

This went on for a while and Sett thought nothing of it until one day he looked a little more intently at Yone when he came out of his office and something seemed… different. Yone was wearing one of his usual long sleeved shirts but it didn’t seem to fit like it normally did. Yone tugged at his shirt down a bit after washing his dishes and tried to beeline back to his office, but Sett wanted to investigate this observation. “Hey, Yone!” Sett walked over to Yone and put his hand on his shoulder. “Just wanted to offer some thanks that you work so hard to keep everything, and uh, everyone, under control around here.” Sett beamed a smile at Yone and gave him a big hug. Yone seemed a little surprised by the hug at first, but he was used to how cuddly Sett was and how much he liked giving hugs to all the members of the band. Sett had his arms wrapped around Yone’s shoulder area but gently sneaked his hands down to his waist. He squeezed lightly and, as he had guessed, he felt some squish. Yone instantly realized what Sett was doing and began trying to wriggle out of his grasp but Sett only tightened his hug. Yone tried pushing against Sett to get away but it was of no use against a man who works out five times a week. Sett chuckled. “I was kinda wondering if all my cooking was affecting you, now I see that it was.” Sett pressed his fingers into Yone’s softened sides again and felt him start to try and get away. This time Sett let go. Yone’s face was bright red. “It’s… It’s nothing I can’t deal with easily.” Yone tugged his shirt down, the fittedness of his wardrobe working against him. “I’ve just been busy.” Sett smirked in response. “Alright then. I’m still gonna keep cooking for you. I feel like you just won’t eat if I stop.” “That’s fine with me.” Yone said. Sett wanted to say that Yone almost looked like he was relieved that Sett wasn’t going to stop bringing him food. 

Sett continued cooking for Yone and Yone kept eating it all. Sett noticed Yone seemed to be wearing more of his looser fitting tops and he also was wearing sweatpants more often these days. As time went on Yone seemed to get new shirts and some new sweatpants. Sett needed to investigate this. This time he went into Yone’s office with some freshly baked cookies and set them down on his desk. Yone immediately grabbed one and started eating it, used to Sett just leaving after dropping off snacks, he didn’t do that this time. “Y’know, I’d say you’ve become pretty reliant on my cooking. I’d also say you enjoy it more than you let on.” Sett smirked as he put his hand on the back of Yone’s swivel chair and pulled it back and turned Yone towards him. 

Yone had definitely put on more weight. Even with one of his new shirts on, Sett could see the outward curvature of his stomach, perhaps even some curvature on his chest too. Yone was holding his half eaten cookie as his face started turning pink. He had nowhere to go. He was seated with an almost seven foot tall man looming over him. “I’ve been wanting to see the effects of my cooking on you a bit more personally” Sett smirked as he poked Yone’s stomach. Yone muffled a burp. Maybe he was still a bit full from lunch which wouldn’t be surprising considering he ate less than an hour ago. Sett had started making sure Yone always had some food nearby. “Last thing I’d say about this is that you’re enjoying it.” Sett said playfully. Yone’s face was bright red. “I’ve seen you track your eating before to maintain your figure, yet now you seem to be completely ignoring that.” Sett continued to press Yone. Yone looked away, he didn’t want to admit anything but he had a feeling Sett wasn’t going to leave until he did. “Your cooking is good. Perhaps too good… It feels like a shame to let any of it go to waste.” Yone said, almost mumbling. “Oh yeah?” Sett perked up. “And this doesn’t do anything for you?” Sett poked Yone’s squishy stomach again, making him squirm a little. “It doesn’t hinder my work at all.” Yone picked at his shirt. “And… it’s not bad…” Yone kept looking away from Sett, knowing Sett was smirking at all this. “Mmm. Guess I’ll continue keeping you well fed then.” Sett put his hands on his hips, obviously pleased with himself. “Maybe I’m still not giving you enough, I’ll have to start giving you bigger servings. Just to make sure you’re nice and full. Maybe I should even try figuring out what your max capacity is~” Sett smiled knowingly. Yone used his hand that wasn’t holding his snack to try and hide how red his face was. Sett had cracked the code. Yone was eating everything he gave him because it was good and he also seemed to just be enjoying eating and not minding the consequences of gaining weight. Sett was excited to see where this would go. 

Sett did as he said he would and started feeding Yone more. Giving him bigger servings and being extra on top of making sure he always had food. He was happy Yone still seemed dedicated to eating everything Sett gave him even when he obviously seemed full. Yone started to pack on the pounds and the other members of the band noticed but didn’t say anything as they didn’t feel like getting chewed out by him.

Yone emerged from his office with a notably full belly. Wearing an all new outfit as he had outgrown all his old clothes. He had an almost waddle to his step as he moved to put his dishes in the sink. Sett came up from behind Yone and looped his arms around him, and being so close Sett could hear that Yone was breathing heavier than normal. “Please don’t press on my stomach right now. That breakfast you gave me was really filling…” Yone huffed. Sett smiled and couldn’t resist as he lightly pressed his hands against Yone’s sides. There wasn’t much give, Yone seemed to be pretty stuffed at the moment, and Yone muffled a belch but it was still pretty loud and then groaned. He just wanted to sit down and rest because if he was already stuffed after breakfast then he needed as much time as he could get to digest for lunch. Sett seemed to have a big day planned for him. Sett went from pressing his hands into Yone’s sides to gently rubbing his belly, trying to help soothe him. “I’ve got something to help tide you over until lunch.” Sett smiled as he let go of Yone and went to the kitchen to bring back a large milkshake-looking drink. Yone took it and just thought about how there was no way there wasn’t weight gain powder in it and it wasn’t going to help at all with how full he already was. “Thanks.” Yone said before muffling another burp and going back to sitting at his desk. 

Yone finished the shake just as Sett brought him lunch. Sett had switched to bringing Yone’s food on a tray because of how much there was. Sett had made him soup and sandwich but it was a massive sandwich that seemed to be some sort of over the top BLT and a large bowl of creamy broccoli cheddar and then a brownie as a dessert. Yone huffed as he already started wondering if he had room in him for any of it. His stomach churned loud enough for Sett to hear. “Hm. How about I skip your post-lunch snack so you’re nice and hungry for dinner?” Sett asked and Yone responded by lazily muffling a burp and nodding. It was going to take him a bit to finish this lunch and he was going to need as much room as he could get for whatever kind of dinner Sett had planned. 

Yone somehow managed to get everything down. He leaned back in his chair as far as he could, trying to do anything to ease the pressure in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach and burped occasionally and with no one around he didn’t care to muffle it. He continued to try and soothe his stomach until he fell asleep in his chair. 

Yone woke up some time later. Thankfully he didn’t feel nearly as full as he had before. He could smell Sett cooking in the kitchen. Bracing his arms against the armrests of his chairs, Yone stood up from his chair, feeling a bit weighed down by his stomach. As he stood up he noticed his shirt no longer covered all of his stomach, there was a sliver of skin showing at the bottom. He picked at his shirt but it was definitely hugging him more than it was this morning.

Yone padded his way into the kitchen, feeling heavy and he felt that that feeling was only going to get stronger after this. He sat down and saw Sett’s ears perk up as he realized Yone was sitting at the table. “Almost ready~” Sett called as he seemed to be finishing up. He then started moving things to the table. “So! We’ve got: my mom’s spaghetti, that mac n’ cheese Kayn likes so much, and then I put together some miso soup for you since I know you like it.” Sett rambled off as he started making Yone a plate before serving himself. Yone’s serving was as big as Sett’s, except Yone didn’t do all the exercise that prompted that Sett did that prompted eating that much. Yone also suspected he wasn’t getting only one serving.

Sett gave Yone his plate and then sat down and they talked and ate. Yone appreciated the conversation because it was helping distract him from the fact he was already feeling full most of the way through his plate. He managed to get everything on his plate down and then drank his soup. He huffed and patted his stomach and belched while kind of forgetting Sett was there so he didn’t bother to muffle himself. Sett’s ears perked up and he smiled at Yone. Yone just blushed in response. “I always enjoy hearing you enjoy my cooking.” Sett said as he got up and got Yone a second serving. Yone watched as Sett put another heaping serving in front of him. Despite feeling full with quite the belly to show for it, Yone still picked his fork back up and got back to it. He was slower this time around. Taking more breaths and pausing to burp at times. Even though he was only getting more full, Yone still loved every bite. Everything was cooked perfectly and seasoned nicely. He finished the plate and moved to drinking his soup. Placing a hand on his stomach and then drinking it he was almost able to feel it fill up his stomach even more. He finished the bowl and belched loudly. At this point he didn’t care to do anything to diminish it and Sett just beamed a smile at him with some blush on his cheeks.

Yone was breathing heavier after that plate. He shifted in his seat a bit, seeing if he could lean back anymore to give his stomach more room. “How about we get started on dessert? It’s something I know you’ll like.” Sett got up and went to the fridge and came back with a large red velvet cake covered in cream cheese frosting. Yone rubbed his stomach while staring at the cake. He wanted more room in his stomach because it was very much something he liked. It was a cake made for probably six to eight people but Yone knew it was all for him. Sett sliced a generous portion for Yone and the cake had plenty of layers to make way for lots more cream cheese icing between layers. Yone felt his mouth water and took a moment to think about how much of an appetite he had these days, perhaps he was more into this than he thought. Sett gave Yone his plate before reaching over and giving Yone’s stuffed belly a pat, knocking a belch out of Yone. Yone blushed but he did immediately dig in. It was one of his favorite desserts. 

Yone finished one slice and was served another, and then another. He slowed down a little more with each slice until there was just one generous slice left. Yone huffed and wheezed. He was amazed he found the room for almost an entire cake on top of a huge dinner and also on top of the large breakfast and lunch he had. Yone was rubbing his stomach with both his hands now, doing anything to help ease the pressure he felt. Sett placed the last slice in front of him. “C’mon, I know you wanna finish it~” Sett said, and he was right, Yone did want to finish it. Yone picked his fork back up and very slowly got to eating the last slice. He wheezed and breathed heavily the entire time with some burping sprinkled in.

He put the last bite in his mouth and forced himself to swallow, feeling incredibly full. He wheezed loudly, even opening his mouth to pant at times. Sett came over and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You did so well.” Sett praised and Yone just groaned in response. “I… huff… can’t move…” Yone managed to get out. He was pinned under the weight of his own over engorged stomach and how very uncomfortable he was. Sett put his hands on Yone’s stomach and began to rub. Sett’s hands were nice and warm against Yone’s taut skin. Yone let out a massive belch and went back to breathing very heavily as he titled his head back and let Sett rub his stomach. He could feel himself slipping into a food coma now that Sett was helping soothe him. He wondered how much Sett would push this thing they had going. How much bigger was Sett going to make him? How many more times would he end up pinned under the weight of his own gluttonous choices due to Sett? Yone found himself hoping that Sett would continue this indefinitely, pushing him to eat more and more and get bigger and heavier. He drifted off to sleep thinking about how good it felt to be stuffed to his limits, hoping he could continue pushing them.

[flashnthunder]

Miscellaneous tag game

@grumpy-liebgott and @sharkboyandlavalieb tagged me <333 and i am of course a million years late

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

inside the us i would say maine, i love the ocean/forest combo it's got going on

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

coauthoring several medical research papers as an undergrad, which is like my one and only flex and it's a nerdy one

Favorite books?

new hampshire- robert frost, the art of being human- michael wesch, ajax- sophocles (yes, only one of these is technically a book ik)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

it might be cheesy to say music, but music and my friends <3

Favorite thing about your culture?

from the midwest US (so there's not that much), but i was raised very much in borderline appalachia and the older i've gotten the more i've come to appreciate that as part of how i was raised, so i would say quilting! i was taught to quilt by the women in my family and i still cherish the connection to them through that

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

band of brothers in 8th grade, my history teacher would play it for us and i'm pretty sure he used it in place of actually teaching but he was a real one and also a drill sergeant so i don't think anyone argued with his methods

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

have NOT read any BoB books, but i have read most of the ones that inspired the pacific + a shit ton of pacific memoirs in general

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

lip and luz with the dud shell, bull watching out for the younger replacements, the officers in the eagle's nest, and just in general all of episode 8

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

band of brothers, top gun, the pacific (hypothetically), mota now it looks like, way back to my roots would be star trek and also whatever was going on with bandoms in hs that is a dark time

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

oooh idk it changes, but last year i was on an ethan hawke kick- 'adopt a highway' and 'first reformed' are two he's good in (obligatory dead poets society mention ofc)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." - sarah williams

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

so bad at fun facts uhhh. uh. i am double-jointed in my hands.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

i have NEVER had a beta reader and i am simply too scared to ask how it works because i'm not sure anyone should have to be subjected to my writing process but!! always willing to give a new thing a shot

Three things that make you smile?

my dog when she stretches in the sun, swimming in a creek in the summer, sitting in the car with my best friend while it rains

Any nicknames you like?

izzy! i have liked it well enough to all but legally make it my real name, other than that izzy-maye from people i'm close with, or iz/izzers when people are in a hurry

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@andromeddog art makes me go feral, @mutantmanifesto killer art that is living rent-free in my mind, @ewipandora MWAH you already know you make my day better on here, @onehelluvamarine has me kicking my feet giggling when they're in my notifs, @terresdebrume lovely writing <3

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

foolproof 3 step plan, ready for it? 1- find a good ditch 2- lay down in the ditch 3- just let it happen

idealistically i think i could go chill in the woods for a semi-significant period of time and be alright

Favorite movie?

logan's run (comfort movie, questionable 70s sci-fi), the hunt for red october (always feeling very big feelings on this), arrival, apocalypse now, fury, dead poets society, alexander (like the 4 hours version because im insufferable like that) the old star trek movies

Do you like horror movies?

i love horror movies WITH people you will not catch me watching them on my own, but 100% love love getting to sit on someone's couch and watch one

Tagging:

(no pressure and apologies for any double tagging) @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @deputy-buck @lamialamia @blurredcolour @saturnwisteria @staud + anyone i tagged in my answers and forgot to tag down here, or anyone who just wants to do it :)

[heartbrake-hotel]

TIME FOR A WIP TAG GAME 💫

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

oh nooo exposed by smitty for my ridiculous doc names.. how could you DO this to meee 😭 dfghs but thanks for the tag darlin @prompted-wordsmith.!!

(tagged on my main but i thought i'd go ahead and post here instead... if i posted all of my wips for every fandom, we'd be here a month 🤭)

my naming conventions are notably all either coded nonsense only comprehensible to me, or song lyrics that are not, in fact, from the song i Actually titled the fic with.! it got so ridiculous i made a spreadsheet to keep track of their shorthand names, their Real Actual Titles, and their summaries. just so i could always find right what i was looking for. i love to cross-reference ! three cheers for color-coding ! 🎉 luckily for me, said doc came in veryyy handy when it came to copy/pasting for this tag game 😂😂

daddy? sorry, da-

i get no help around this goddamn house

this is the Real t&s

he was the congregations vagrant

cry about it, fucker

the saints we see are all made of gold

all the small things

lover's lover's alibi

he's the one to call (dr. feelgood)

my middle name is miseryyy

ho ho hopefully

this is NOT feederism it is cARETAKING

who do you love

what breed is he just a little guy

toxic las vegas

achy breaky head

catch a falling star💫

being weird together is a love language

oscars flop era

9 to 5

go out by the oak leaf

motorpsyche 🏍️

ive beaten the orange camaro

ginger snapped 🐺

vacation all ive ever wanted

polk salad booty is this anything

some of these have been in the works for YEARS, like.. since the movie actually came out.. i started writing two days after i got home from the theater the first time oOP look y'all know me alright the likelihood any of these will actually make it to posting on this blog is,, uh. Slim !! ngl it's pretty slim. i have wips from over a decade ago that STILL don't feel done enough to publish 🙈 but these in particular are very near and dear to my heart and i'd love to gauge y'all's interest anyway.! so fire away, ask me anything, i love to talk and am always down to gush 👍

tagging: @whositmcwhatsit, @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @mooodyblue, @vintagepresley, @floralcyanide, @whatstruthgottodowithit,@dreamingofep, @ooihcnoiwlerh, @suraemoon, @vintageshanny, uhhh i panicked at the length of this list and don't know who else writes around here and is left to tag, but pleaseeee take this as an open invitation to join in if you want!! i'd love to see everyone's systems 🥰🥰 and of course no pressure if you don't 👌

[after-witch]

THEEOOO are you alright???

Please tell me you're alright

Give us some update T_T

hey 'non so uhhh, u mm. I didn't want to post because I feel like lately all I do is just post "my life is going to shit" but ;;; YOU ASKED... SO IT'S OKAY.... and uh, truthfully:

I'm not okay. At all. Things aren't okay in a serious way.

gonna 'keep reading' cut this so it's not clogging up anyone's dash ;;

Furnace tech came out, there's a crack in the furnance (He showed me & I got it confirmed) and he tagged my furnace as unsafe for living conditions and turned off power/gas to it.

So I have no working heat throughout the house. In the winter. In an area where it can get down to the 10s/20s or colder, particularly as we get into January-February.

I don't have the money to buy a furnace, but I literally need one to live in this house and make sure my pipes don't freeze/burst, and to sell this house for anything remotely resembling a reasonable price.

They send someone out for an estimate, and it’s $4000 for a new furnance install. I don’t have it. And they gave me info to apply for a loan, but like. I can’t... take out a a $4000 loan to pay for a new furnace when I’m supposed to be moving in 2 months. 

My family found a used furnace, but we need someone licensed to install it. So far the quotes for installing it are just as much as buying the new furnace and having it installed, so it’s like. Hrm. People are asking around to see if we can find someone who will do it for a different rate. But I mean, it’s a complex installation, so I’m not hopeful.

And on top of all this, it's just like. Me trying to sell the house on my own? Somehow? Trying to declutter and clean and pack a 2000 square foot house and then figure out how to list it and for what price and do all the paperwork?

All this was already overwhelming without the "I HAVE NO FURNACE NOW" element hanging over me. And now? I just feel so lost.

So I got approved for the apartment which has a move-in date in early March, but now I'm just like, how am I going to afford the apartment $500 hold deposit in 2 weeks and later on afford the move-in costs and get a furnace installed and get renter's insurance and sell a house with presumably no working furnace in the winter and get everything decluttered and packed in very cold temps and still pay my regular bills and start saving for the next round of car insurance and make enough for gas and and and...

I've actually never felt this level of stress and despair before. I just keep bawling. Like, "when someone you love dies" level of bawling.

I'm just really not okay.

My cat and I are currently in my office with a space heater while I try to do some remote freelance work so I can pay my current bills, hopefully she joins me in the bedroom after I warm it up & stuff a blanket in the doorway cracks to keep it in. I also bought room thermometers so I can see if it's getting to dangerous cold levels and if it is, go to a relative's house.

Thankfully, I do have places I can stay at during the night (siblings houses) but the financial situation & making sure my cat is safe & making sure I'm not in dangerous cold conditions & making sure my pipe's don't freeze is just... overwhelming. idek what to do at this point.

Every time I'm like "Okay, it can't get worse," it just does. Every little positive thing (finally getting my driver's license, finding a way to pay for car insurance, getting help from commissions & amazing donations so I can get my furnace fixed last month) is immediately met with a massive backhand.

Def going to like. Post more about emergency commissions & stuff like that soon. Just right now I need to... figure out... what to make a priority.

Sorry for the long rant. I wish things were going good so I could just say that. I wish I just. had a secret stash of money that I could use to pay for this stuff and not have to worry. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Stress Relief Part Five

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Chapters will have explicit content further down the line.

Notes: The first few chapters aren’t explicit, so I’ll add the necessary labels when they’re needed. Chapters are also going to be shorter just in general. I’ve been sitting on this one for a w h i l e.

Not beta-read

This chapter FINALLY incorporates this gifset and my tags which is what sparked the heckin' fic

Warnings: Me pretending to know anything about art crime, art forgery, or the FBI, or Ptolemaic art. Don’t get me wrong, I did some research but uhhh. Ya know. Also me pretending to know French; my Duolingo hasn't gotten this far.

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you left the office. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in your apartment, you couldn’t remember what sunshine looked like—

Alright, that was an exaggeration. But you and Marcus had hardly left the office since booking in Moquin’s men.

For as polite as he came off in interviewing witnesses, Marcus Pike could be a downright hardass when he was interrogating someone. You’d seldom gotten to see him in action, and honestly, it was kinda...Well, you wouldn’t say it was hot (it was hot, you just wouldn’t say it). It was sort of surprising to see your typically buttoned up and playful boss jump down the baddies’ throats—to threaten them with charges for theft of a major artwork, drug trafficking, assaulting federal officers.

And Pike didn’t just do it once. He nailed these guys to the wall one by one, listed their pending charges, warned how fucked over they’d be if these charges are dropped against their current rap sheets.

You weren't sure if it was a matter of how fired up he is about the incident at the warehouse, or if this was just how he was when he worked over a suspect. You hadn’t been in a position before to really see him in action before. It was impressive.

“You have anything to add?” He turned to you to ask at the end of each interrogation. You gave a small shrug, glancing at the man on the other side of the table.

And at the end of the first interrogation, you said, “Il ne plaisante pas.”

When it caused the smile to drop from the first goon’s face, you kept it up for the remainder of the interrogations. When you stepped out of the last one, you were immediately passed a file by a fellow agent—the testing from the van.

“What’ve we got?” Pike asked.

“We have got Gypsum...Azurite...Orpiment...Egyptian fucking blue,” You couldn’t help but curse, and grin, shaking your head as you passed him the file, “And a few flecks of limestone in the truck bed.”

“It’s not the relief.”

“It’s a smoking gun—and it’s more than enough to hold them.”

“I know. I just wanted to see you bite back a little bit.”

You glanced up to see Pike smiling a touch as he flipped through the file. You couldn’t help your small eye roll, but you were smiling, too.

“I’ll start with Bouchard,” You offered, “According to our intel, he’s the closest to Moquin, the most likely to have a line on the relief.”

“Sounds good,” Marcus nodded, beginning to peel away from you before he stopped, “Hey, uh—”

You stopped, brows raising.

“That...Thing that you said to them in there, ‘Il ne’...What’s that mean?”

“‘He’s not kidding’.”

Marcus’ brows raised sharply.

“I didn’t even know that you spoke French.”

“I don’t, much," You take a few steps backward. "Just, like...Curse words, mostly, threats, and, like, asking where the bathroom is. You know, the important stuff.”

--

You couldn’t remember the last time you had left the office. You couldn’t remember the last time you were in your apartment, you couldn’t remember what sunshine looked like—

Alright, that was an exaggeration. But you and Marcus had hardly left the office since booking in Moquin’s men. Each of you had changed your clothes at least once, from reserves in your desks. You found yourself leaning back in your seat and yawning widely, arms stretching back over your head. You could feel your back popping in bits. You knew that there was far more to stretch, but you weren't about to get up and bend over in the middle of the office, lower back comfort be damned.

You glanced toward the windows and found night falling—again. It seemed as if the last time you’d glanced over, night had been falling then, too. You glanced over to see Pike hunched over a stack of files. You took a moment to look him over more fully. He’d swapped from his typical suit jacket to a backup-sweater tugged over his button-down. He looked oddly comfy for working in the middle of a bustling office. But he looked tired, too—and you couldn’t imagine the last time he ate.

You frowned, stomach rumbling. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember the last time you ate. Plucking up your jacket, you turned, informing the agent nearest you that you're going to grab food before you walked over to Pike’s desk.

“C’mon,” You nudged his arm gently.

“Hm?”

“Dinnertime, let’s go.”

You were certain that he’d just tell you what he wanted. But you watched Pike’s expression shift from bewilderment to ease in a blink. 

--

“Is that—Agent Pike, are you not consuming breakfast food at dinner time?” You asked, allowing teasing to bleed into your tone. Marcus snorted, plucking up the ketchup bottle from the end of the table with one hand and lifting his burger bun with the other. 

The two of you had wound up at a busy diner not too far from headquarters. You’d only been in a time or two for the sake of picking food up and bringing it back to the office, and had figured that you’d be doing the same then, but Marcus has asked for a table for two and, well. There the two of you still were. You hadn’t paid attention when he’d ordered; you’d been in the middle of answering an email. You hadn’t bothered to ask what he'd gotten, either, figuring that he’d receive his usual stack of—oh, pancakes, waffles, danishes, poptarts, something breakfast-y.

“Alright, laugh it up,” He grumbled, shaking some ketchup onto the burger.

“Could I have that?” You ask, holding your hand out for the ketchup bottle.

“Sure.”

You took it from him, ignoring the slight brush of your fingers in favor of shaking a healthy dollop onto the side of your plate. The two of you ate, chatting almost...Amiably. You weren’t usually this relaxed around him, but you also usually weren’t with him outside of the office. It was weird, being around Pike that way. Weird, but nice. You could feel yourself almost growing sleepy as your body began to truly slow down for the first time in a few days.

“...How are you feeling about it?” Marcus asked. You glanced up and found him dusting the bun crumbs off of his fingers. You were tempted to tease, ask if he meant the food. Instead, you considered him seriously as you leaned back in your seat a little bit.

“I...I think we’re making good headway,” You admitted. You didn’t love talking about this outside of the office, either. You never knew who might be listening; even if 90% of the diner’s patrons were fellow federal agents.

“Yeah?” He asked, leaning back in turn, resting his arm against the sill beside you, “About the...Leads, the forensics…?”

“We’ve gotten deeper into cases with less evidence and come out on top.”

“You think we’ll come out on top.”

“I think it’s possible.”

“Even if you continuously disobey orders?” 

Pike’s line of questioning turned in a blink. He’d gone from watching you like you were one of his agents to one of his suspects in a second. There was something new in his countenance—something hard and rigid. Motherfucker had you cornered. You’d thought you were just talking. You didn’t think you were being given a talking to.

You were careful to keep your eyes set on his. You didn’t want to flinch, not in front of the department’s golden boy—and not when he was waiting for you to dissent.

And dissent you did.

You shrugged a shoulder, “It was an honest mistake—”

“Don’t bullshit me,” He shook his head a little, “Everyone else heard me.”

“Well, I’m glad they did,” You insisted flatly, “And I’m glad we were able to get a hold of the van, and the leads.”

Marcus was quiet for a moment, nodding, his expression softening a touch.

“I’m glad we were, too,” He agreed, “I am. But the next time you disregard orders like that, you’re off the case.” 

It should’ve been some kind of ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment. It was the sort of thing that would’ve led any reasonable agent to fall in line. And you could be reasonable—when you wanted to be.

Of course, you couldn’t just tell Pike that you were likely to be unreasonable when it came to this relief, or to—well, really any case that you worked. You tended to do whatever it took to get the job done. It was probably why Pike had been put on this case with you in the first place.

But you made yourself give him a small nod.

“Understood,” You answered.

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[msm-tsotmw]

5/25/20XX

(also tagging @paidexp heehee)

So, yesterday we finally got to meet Edin. And, uh…

they were around fucking

100 feet tall or something like that

He almost stepped on me.

Uh, Sorry! Ah Just… Didn’t Notice Ye There Coz You’re So Small.

well its not their fault for being so short

(Sprigg rolls their eyes.)

Ah Didn’t Mean It, Really!

…Okay.

So , Is It Okay If You Retell The Story You Told Us Yesterday ?

…Huh?

The Story ? You Know …

Sorry, Ah Forgot Abit That One. I’m Kin' Ay Forgetful, Miss… What’s Yer Name Again?

Aw , That’s Alright ! My Name’s Toorie , By The Way .

Ah. Toorie. Thanks!

No Problem !

…Wait, What Were We Talkin’ Abit?

Um .

Why are you so forgetful?

Huh?

You know, how you forget things really easily.

Er… Problem Wi’ My Core, Apparently. That’s What Others Say, Anyway…

…Ooh, One Of Those Ladybugs Jeeo’s Always Talking Abit!

Careful ! You Might-

(The ladybug lands on one of Edin’s hands, and they are surprisingly gentle for a 107 foot tall robot with a castle for a body.)

Oh .

wait uhhh whos jeeo

Awdajeeo Derchattenn? You Know, That Ladybug-Spider Fella.

oh yea right

him

and his weird fucking stogg

Wha?

nothing

Wait, how come you’ve never sang in Faerie Island’s song?

Well, Ah Am Taller Than Th’ Average Wubbox, Plus Ah’m Kind Of Loud If I’m Not Careful Enough. Ah Think Ah Caused An Earthquake The Last Time Ah Sang.

Oh. That explains it.

…Wait, how did a Wubbox like you get onto Faerie in the first place?

Uh , Sprigg , I Think That’s Too Much Questio-

Nae, They Can Ask All They Want!

An', Well, Ah Dunno How Ah Got Here, Either…

All I Remember Is Wakin' Up Here On Faerie, An' Boom! New Friends!

Kind of like how all Jeeo remembers is arriving here…

Wha?

Nothing, just something Jeeo told me.

Ah, Jeeo! He’s A Nice Fella.

Wait, What Were We Talkin’ Abit?

Oh, Look! It’s Jeeo, Avani, And That Bird He Hangs Out With! Hi!

(The 107-almost-110-foot-tall Faerie Wubbox waves to the 2 Monsters and 1 big critter far below him.)

huh? oh, hello!

hey!

bark bark!

oh shit avani

grrrrrrrrr

Uh… Ye Got Somethin’ Against Her?

she bit me once and it HURT

Oh.

Well, She’s Not Pure ‘At Open To Visitors, But She’s A Friendly Stogg Once You Get On Her Good Side!

if you say so

Anyways , Do You Guys Wanna Get Some More Pizza ? There’s Leftovers From Yesterday !

no thanks

Okay.

What? What’s A Pizza?

Ah , Just Like Mauna .

Who?

One Of Our Friends ! She Doesn’t Remember A Lot Of Things Due To Having Been Trapped In Amber For A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG Time , But She Really Liked The Pizza When She Got To Trying It !

Ah, Alright! I’d Try Too, But Ah’m Probably WAY Too Big To Get A Seat At Th' Bakery.

Maybe We Can Bring Some ?

That’d Be Brilliant, Thanks!

Alright , The Others And I’ll Be Going There Now ! Bye !

See Ya, Toorie!

bye

(Mondo tries to avoid getting bitten by Avani AGAIN. Sprigg spots something in a bush… is that a piece of paper?)

…Yeah. See you.

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

yeah um uhhhh new AU fact just dropped!! so instead of being actual Monsters, Stoggs are just REALLY big critters that are able to join into an Island’s song. the same goes for Reedlings, since those 2 are basically the dogs of the Monster World!!

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[killjoygod]

get to know me!!

i have never been tagged before- no clue what ‘m doing but i’ll give it a try!

—> relationship status?

taken, i love my gf !! though i am poly, so- [wink wink] [i have rizz i swear]

—> favorite color?

contrary to popular belief [aka my entire theme-], my favorite color is actually blue lmao- though red, green, black and gray are up there as well.

—> three favorite foods?

holy shit uhhh i can never answer this question off the top of my head- i guess maybe stir fry, shirley temples [yeah ik that’s a drink but whatevs], and pizza!

—> songs stuck in your head?

literally every anderson .paak song is playing in my head, on loop, simultaneously. can’t even hate it, his music is top tier holyyyy-

—> last song you listened to?

funnily enough, not an anderson .paak song, it was beef flomix by flo milli [im slaying rn]

—> last thing you googled?

“can people reach the second floor window without being caught even if there are a lot of neighbors?”

along with,

“are flashes through your second floor window normal at ungodly hours of night?”

and then,

“leo kinnie test”

—> time?

5:11 AM- i pulled three accidental all nighters in a row, insomnia gang rISE-

—> dream trip?

probably to the uk, brazil, or disney world. idk i wanna see what the hype is [plus brazil is fucking beautiful like??? would get some great shots there].

—> anything you want rn?

uh h some soda would be nice tbh or motivation to keep working on my writing [if my readers see this post, just know that i am alive and well, and decided to write every oneshot people requested, then publish it over the course of a few days probably- ik it’s stupid but i swear the writings good-]

shi i have to tag people uhh alright cool people, not forcing you to answer!! @faetaiity @yanyanderes @rottmnt-incorrect-quotes @hurlingsupport @klayscara @tempons @lilajjs @syrinxmeadow

okay bye now! see y’all when my next work is out <33 stay safe love y’allll!

Get to Know Me

tagged by @certified-anakinfucker

Rules:  Tag (10) people who you want to get to know better.

Relationship Status: single as a pringle

Favorite Color: cyan

Three Favorite Foods: popcorn, steak, and pasta carbonara

Song Stuck in my Head:About Damn Time by Lizzo

Last Song I Listened To: Only Girl in the World by Rihanna

Last Thing I Googled: “anakin skywalker age in a new hope” LOL

Time: 5:33 as I'm typing!

Dream trip: 1 month in Italy

Anything I Really Want Right Now: a relationship (see previous I am single as a pringle comment) and to lose like 50 pounds

no pressure tags: @galacticgraffiti @thebitchformerlyknownaskenobi @twistedstitcher27 @witchklng @fett-djarin @sleepingsun501 @thefact0rygirl @gotomarvelgal @sageislostinspring @moonstrider9904

[namikawa]

— [too hot to handle]

featuring: seijoh four [oikawa, iwaizumi, hanamaki, matsukawa]

cw: smut, chubby!reader, porn with plot, degradation, praising, jealous!iwaizumi, meandom!iwaizumi (if you squint), mocking, heavy dom/sub dynamics, tad bit of dumbification, sir kink. pet names (dollface, pretty girl, princess, koji (little one), angel, and darling). wc: 2.8k.

notes: i'm so bad at warnings, so i apologize. uhhh hope you like this fic, it's kinda self-indulgent because i am a seijoh four lover. a part 2 could be made if this gets any attention i'm not sure right nowww.

as the school day unfolded, you received a text from your boyfriend. your phone lit up with the name “iwa<3” as you swiped up to read the message. “hey y/n, you wanna hang out after school?” you think nothing of the simple message, softly smiling and responding to him.

“uh yeah, just us, or are the other three dipshits tagging along?” you reply wearily. the truth is, iwaizumi had always been a caring lover, but after you became close with these three something had changed about him, specifically the way he acted around you with them around. you both had decided to keep your relationship private, that included not telling the boys. it was best that way, but you couldn’t seem to shake the attitude iwaizumi got around you and his friends.

throughout the day you glanced at your phone, awaiting his reply. he finally responded during your last period, which unfortunately always felt like the longest period. the text read, “the dipshits can’t wait to see you they're practically foaming at the mouth :)”. after snickering to yourself, you decide to humor him a bit.

“yeah yeah, i know they enjoy seeing me so much! tell them to play nice or it’s gonna end up like last time.”

-

the last time you had all been in a room together, takahiro had decided to mess with you. you were sitting on the couch of the volleyball room texting a friend when hanamaki walked up and plopped down right next to you. as you looked up from your phone, he smiled arrogantly. “who are you texting, y/n? do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. “i can’t believe somebody would be dense enough to want to go out with you!” he chuckled, followed by a few scattered laughs from the other two boys.

“i say the same thing about you hiro, but then we all found out your girlfriend was cheating on you… so maybe she wasn’t too dense after all.”

after that conversation, hanamaki wasn’t too fond of you or your mouth for that matter.

as soon as the last period let out, you quickly walked toward the vending machines grabbing your usual snack, a cherry diet coke, and a granola bar. you swiftly turn around, hearing an oh-so-familiar voice. “iwa!” you exclaimed happily. “y/n! how was class?” he asks, grabbing the drink from your hand and pushing it upward a bit, gesturing as if to ask for a sip. of course, you nod beginning to walk ahead of him toward the volleyball room.

“class was alright, never a dull moment,” the sarcasm evident in your tone. he laughed lightly. walking around the corner you look around, checking for any teachers or bystanders. seeing none, you cautiously open the door to the volleyball locker room, sitting your things down on the floor and falling onto the couch. “relaxation at last!” you exclaim.

unwrapping your granola bar and taking a bite, you look over at hajime sitting on the couch across from you. “are the dipshits coming or what?” you ask jokingly. he looks up from his phone, rolling his eyes. “if you keep asking about ‘em, i might start to think you like them you know?” he smirks. you grab your phone, not even bothering to entertain his antics as you begin scrolling through your timeline. although the comment did hit some nerve, you try your best to ignore it.

hajime had always understood his friends were attractive and incredibly seductive at that, he didn’t mind the thought of you having innocent crushes on them, but the thought of you leaving him for one of them would sometimes cross his mind. he’d expressed his feelings with you before, along with his thoughts of imagining it “could be hot or whatever” (his words not yours) to share you with his friends but not going into much detail other than that.

about twenty minutes later the door opens slowly, a bit anxious you look over at iwaizumi as he peers up to see who’s there. first enters oikawa, then hanamaki, and lastly matsukawa. you now pay them no mind, making room for one of them on the couch next to you. as the three boys pack into the room, the last two muttering about some girl, you prepare yourself for the annoyance to come within the next few hours.

“y/n~” oikawa calls out in a flirtatious tone. “hi oikawa,” you say, not bothering to even meet his gaze. he bends down in front of you as matsukawa and hanamaki take a seat. the latter opts to sit next to hajime, in an attempt to avoid another embarrassment while issei sits at the other end of your couch. “so rude y/n! you could at least greet me you know. it wouldn’t kill you to be a bit nicer to me.” he argues.

“that’s so true tooru, i could be a bit nicer to you… but then again i don’t care enough to do so!” you snort, hearing a contained laugh from iwaizumi, covered up with a cough. after scrolling through your phone for a bit longer, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. as you stood in the bathroom, fixing up your makeup you heard the door creak open, so you peek out a bit. “y/n? are you good?” the voice asked. “yeah, i’m fine iwa. be right out, okay?” you muttered. you made quick work washing your hands and meeting him outside.

“what took you so long?” he asked, the concern evident in his face. “just fixing my makeup!” you smile brightly, upon returning, sitting back in your seat, matsukawa peers over at you. “koji, you alright? you seem even more annoyed than when oikawa tries making his advances at you.” that caused tooru to let out an annoyed groan, muttering about how he didn’t need to be dragged into that statement. oikawa’s voiced annoyance made you let out a small giggle, rolling your eyes for the nth time today.

“it’s nothing! just a bit tired is all.” you respond. in truth, you were a bit nervous, nervous about being around all of them at once. it had been so long since you’d all been in a room together, opting for hangouts at a cafe with hajime and tooru, or watching movies with mattsun and iwa at your house. oikawa pulls you out of your thoughts, calling your name in a sing-song voice.

“tooru what is it?” you huff, less annoyed than before but still playing it off. “y/n, i think we should play a game! i’m super bored.” he peers up at you. “what kind of game?” you question him, slightly interested. “let’s have a staring contest!” he bursts excitedly. there seemed to be no mal intention behind his game, but you still reluctantly agreed.

after two games of staring at oikawa non-stop, you had won both times. “please y/n-chan! you’re so good at this, one more round!” he pouts. you sigh in agreement, counting down from three and staring into the brown-haired boy's eyes. this time hanamaki got up, walking toward you and kneeling beside you. he came a bit closer, whispering something in your ear that only you were able to hear. immediately you blinked, shaking your head and looking over at hanamaki. the pink-haired boy burst out into a fit of laughter, standing back up and returning to his original seat as oikawa cocked his head to the side, in a fit of confusion. “y/n what did hiro say?!” he questioned. you shake your head, covering your face and glancing back over at the boy. issei, now intrigued by your reaction also begins questioning you. to which you respond, “it’s nothing, he just told me a joke! ‘s all.”

neither of the boys believed a word you said, but they smile at you anyway as you try to regain your composure. “don’t i get to play a game with you too, koji? come sit.” matsukawa says, patting his lap. you stand up, a bit self-conscious about your weight, but eventually, just decide to sit down on his lap. this gains hajimes attention, peering over at issei, he announces grumpily “i’m going to go to the vending machine, i’ll be right back.” mattsun nods, smiling lazily at him and focusing his attention back on you. “are you okay with kissing me?” matsukawa asks in his usual, uninterested tone. something that intimate shouldn’t be said so easily you’d think. either way, you nod softly, feeling up for a challenge.

matsukawa beams slightly, his bored look morphing into more of an amused one. he runs his calloused hands along the curved sides of your body. “this game is called too hot, the rules are we have to kiss but we aren’t allowed to touch one another, and whoever does touch the other first loses. understand?”. a faint warmth in your cheeks begins to rise, nodding at him cautiously. “words, koji.” matsukawa encourages.

“i understand, dumbass.” oikawa gets up from the floor, sitting next to takahiro, watching as matsukawa becomes a bit agitated at your response. he slowly brings his lips to yours, faintly brushing over them a few times as you hold yourself back. if there is one thing you do know about issei, it’s that he will never fail to be a tease. after brushing your lips against one another a few more times, he gently sucks on your bottom lip, peppering soft kisses upon it. feeling tired of the bit of teasing, you press your lips against mattsun’s, trying to take a bit of control. he lets you, enjoying the small display of dominance. after a while, he pulls away from you, eliciting a small whine from your lips. “issei! why’re you stopping,” you fully pull away from him and turn around, looking at the two boys who have their eyes trained on you.

“i think they liked our game a bit more than we did, he didn’t though.” matsukawa laughs, pointing toward the door. hajime stood there, tense and with a glint of what you could only make out to be jealousy in his eyes. you bite your lip, attempting to pull yourself off mattsun’s lap, but his hands quickly grab your plush sides, pulling you back down. “where ya’ running off to, doll? we didn’t finish our game, you scared of iwa or somethin’?” he asks teasingly.

you shake your head, turning back toward issei. “no, of course, i’m not afraid of iwa. i have no reason to be.” takahiro stands up, pulling you away from his friend's lap, and sitting you down on his own.

“this has been so nice and all, but i’d like to play a game as well. you all had your turn.”

hanamaki lets his long, slender hands roam the soft skin of your body. occasionally gripping at it a bit roughly, as his friends observe his well-placed touches. takahiro whispers in your ear once again, making your entire body shiver at his words. “you wanna tell them what i said, darling? or should i?”. you shake your head quickly at the latter, clearing your throat.

“me… me and hiro had a few hookups. it was last year, he was just m-mocking what i used to call him.” in that moment iwaizumi speaks, for what felt like the first time in ages. “what exactly did you call him?” he says bluntly.

you close your eyes, feeling hiro’s wandering hands. with a sharp breath, you’re dragged back to reality when you feel a rough hand around your neck.

“answer me, or are you feeling too good from some light touches? i bet hiro only made you cum once, didn’t he? should’ve told me about this, angel. maybe we could’ve had a bit more fun with him sometime.” iwa spat harshly, the condescending tone flooding your mind and making you see stars. tooru and matsukawa both share a look, oikawa opening his mouth to speak but issei beating him to it.

“we?” he questions, his eyes wide with a bit of intrigue.

you nod, your eyes fluttering with the tight grip hajime has around your neck. “h-haji please,” you mumble.

iwaizumi picks you up, taking you away from hiro and sitting you on his lap. “she’s my fucking girlfriend, and all i've been watching for the past hour is you three idiots feel her up. didn’t even make her cum, did they angel?” the last part directed toward you. you shake your head, burying your face into the nape of his neck. you can feel eyes watching you as hajime makes his confession, but you settle on staying quiet. after a few minutes of silence, oikawa speaks up.

“iwa-chan does this mean we don’t get to flirt with her?” all you hear is a rough smack, followed by oikawa groaning. “oww mattsun, what the hell was that for?” he rubs his head.

“of fucking course we can’t flirt with her you dumbass, she’s iwa’s and we all know how much he hates sharing.” oikawa rolls his eyes, looking toward hajime for a definitive answer.

“i don’t mind,” he grumbles out quietly.

“what did you say hajime, i didn’t quite catch that?” takahiro teases.

“you fucking heard me, now are you accepting the offer or not?” hajime leans down toward your ear, cooing at you and whispering. “you okay with this, pretty girl?” he asks, concern laced within his voice. instead of answering him verbally, you decide to lift your head and extend your arm toward hiro, who was sitting next to the both of you.

“hiro… would you please touch me?” hanamaki is quick to nod, grabbing your extended arm and pulling you back onto his lap. “of course i’ll touch you pretty thing, but i think you should answer your dear haji’s little question from earlier. don’t you think?” you nod, a bit shy at first. “please touch me, sir. i want you so bad.”

that title is all it takes for hiro to lift your black skirt, easily move your panties to the side, and begin rubbing you.

“must’ve enjoyed us toying with you huh, angel? so wet for me right now, what’s that dumb little brain thinking about?” hiro mocks.

“no! wasn’t enjoying it, swear. only want haji.” iwaizumi smiles at this confession, watching from the other side of the couch. “trained her well didn’t ya’…haji?” matsukawa calls from across the room teasingly, including the evident nickname you had given his friend.

“i had to, just look at how pretty she is, she’s so obedient too. show him, princess.” he utters. the tall boy saunters over to you, putting his fingers close to your mouth and tapping on your cheek a few times. almost immediately you get the hint, opening up your mouth and letting him place his fingers inside your mouth. you close your lips around his thick fingers, softly sucking and moaning around them. at that moment, you feel hanamaki slide two fingers into your core.

your attention is now placed on makki, grinding on his hand and whining around matsukawa’s fingers, you feel pure bliss. you tilt your head back, giving mattsun more access to your mouth, and now extremely exposed neck. instantly you feel a pair of lips kissing and sucking on your neck, too soft to be iwaizumi’s but too rough to be issei’s or hanamaki’s. you settle on tooru, opening your eyes and glancing down at him.

you catch a glance of your boyfriend sitting next to you, palming himself through his pants at the sight of his poor girlfriend being used by his friends. mattsun removes his fingers from your mouth, rubbing them across your cheek and smiling down at you. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, maybe you’ll be even prettier when we ruin ya’. all messy and too fucked out to protest. you’d like that wouldn’t ya’, dollface.”

“shit issei, she enjoyed that, her cunt keeps fluttering around my fucking fingers. keep talking to her like that.” takahiro chimes in.

oikawa continues his assault on your neck. sucking, kissing, licking, and biting destined to leave hickeys in those spots.

“what was it that makki said earlier? ‘bout your dumb fucking brain? didn’t know you were into that, koji. maybe you really are a slut, wouldn’t put it past ya’ after this.”

those words pushed you over the edge. hiro’s slender fingers, accompanied by oikawa’s biting, along with issei’s words made you feel lighter than air. your cunt spasmed around hiro’s fingers and nothing but chants of incoherent words fell from your lips. after coming down from your high, you look at makki, who is kneading your large thighs between his hand. the first to speak was oikawa, and something you didn’t think you’d ever hear from his mouth came spilling out.

“so princess, which one of us gets to fuck you first?”