#watcha doin' today

[saphiccarma]

- Post Bellum - Alcohol is love

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - One teasing remark from Rio and a barking dog and then you're spiraling, but they're both there to cheer you up until it all goes sideways and you panic again.

Warnings: ✨Trauma✨, smut, fingering (r receiving), cunnilingus (r and A receiving), face sitting (A on r), more trauma

A/N: secretly in love with this chapter

The liquor burned your throat harshly as you tipped the shot down your throat, eyes heavy and mind swirling with memories. The glass slammed down on the counter with a clink, and you poured yourself another. And as you took more shots, eventually just sipping straight out of the bottle, the shadows in the corner of your apartment looked less menacing and your emotions weren't so prominent anymore. It felt nice to feel the familiar sting and the haze that fogged up your mind.

As soon as you had finished your job with Agatha and Rio, you had run to your apartment. Some nights, and you were never sure what determined them, the two would have you stay the night at their house. Sometimes it led to something that was not at all professional, far from it really, and you knew it went against your job description. But Agatha's sly words and taunting smirk, plus Rio's casual, teasing remarks lured you in. It was purely a hookup, nothing special at all. They fucked you and in turn you fucked them, plain and simple sex. Even still you would slip out of bed after they had both fallen asleep and sneak to the guest bedroom, footsteps soft.

Then Rio said something today, just something simple and meant to be harmful at all, but you couldn't stop the rush of memories.

"It's just a dog," she teased when the three of you passed a barking dog in the street. You had hardly heard her words, but it had made your panic all the more intense. It was a German shepherd, teeth bared and growling at everyone who passed, tugging on its leash. Saliva dripped from its mouth and all you could see was violent dogs during your tour. Regardless of Rio’s remark, you sped up, ushering them along with you.

The thoughts had tugged at the back of your brain for the rest of the day. You tried to stay focused, stay remained on the job, but your eyes were clouded over, and you could just barely think. When Agatha had given you an odd look, her silent way of asking if you were okay, you ignored her. When Rio had trailed her fingers up your arm, but you had tugged away, mumbled some excuse, and you were out the door and home by 9:00.

You weren't an alcoholic, drinking wasn't your go to for coping, but it was something you held in your back pocket. You loved the way whiskey, or beer, or vodka, or whatever you had would clear away any worries you had, even if it was only for a moment and then you would have a nasty headache in the morning. It only lasted for a little while, but that was enough for you to use it as a resource. You could hear a shout from outside, the voice oddly familiar. Your drunken brain hardly comprehended it.

Pressing the rim to your lips, you tipped the bottle back again, eyes falling shut. You didn't want to stop; you wanted to drown in the drink. A knock snapped you from chugging the rest of the bottle. Clumsily, you placed it down onto the counter and stumbled towards the door. Common sense flew out the window. You fumbled with the door handle before swinging it open, a wide grin spreading over your lips at who was there.

Agatha and Rio stood side by side, still dressed in the same clothes they wore to the office, but Agatha had a jacket slung over her arm and a wallet in her hand.

"Hey," you slurred, "Watcha doin' here?"

Agatha frowned at your garbled words and the way you leaned heavily on the doorway, "Are you drunk, hun?"

"Maybe a little," you giggled. You stumbled away from the doorway, meaning to invite them in, but forgetting as you ambled back towards the counter. Your fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, but before you could take another sip it was yanked away. Whining, you stomped your foot like a child, "Give it backkkk." You drew the last word out, petulance and annoyance coating your words.

Passing the bottle to Rio, who was smirking slightly but with a shimmer of concern in her eyes, Agatha took hold of your outstretched hands. You instinctively flinched at the touch. Her fingers held firm, pulling you in close. She could smell the alcohol on your breath and see it in your eyes and all your movements.

"You're drunk," she said bluntly.

You whined, "Sooo? I'm an adult."

"You're really drunk," Rio chimed in, "Way more than you should be."

Once again, you giggled at her words and shrugged. So, what if you were drunk? Agatha kept your hands in her own, even as you tried to pull away, and dragged you towards the bedroom. Rio shoved your liquor in a cabinet before filling a glass of water up, the water clashing against the metal sink too loudly for a moment that had you whining. It sounded too much like the pouring rain, battering down on the rusted metal sheets you had for a roof.

"Aggie," you tugged at her hands, using a name that was reserved for bed only, "Let goooo."

She scoffed, ignoring the nickname, and didn't dignify you with a response. Instead, she sat you on the bed, relieved that you were already out of work clothes and into what resembled pjs. Getting you into different clothes a battle she did not want to fight. The minute she let go of you, hoping you would stay seated, you tried to bolt up. Agatha stuck her hand out, catching you in the chest before shoving you back to the bed with a firm glare.

"Stay," she ordered. You kicked your feet, grumbling, and falling into her chest. Your face fell onto her breasts, and you cackled a little, but Agatha took it in stride. Briefly you tried to palm her breasts, but Agatha stopped that quickly by batting your hand away. As much as she would enjoy that, you weren’t in the proper state of mind for anything like that right now. Her hands came up and stroked through your hair, gently combing out all the stray knots you missed when brushing your hair this morning. For once, you let yourself relax around her - the feeling of nails gently scratching your skull and back of your neck lulling your brain into a sense of peace.

Rio entered the room moments later, a cup in hand with a plastic straw she found after some searching, and Agatha gave her a soft smile. Tapping your shoulder and gently guiding your head up, Rio pressed the straw to your lips. It took you a minute to process, but once you did you started drinking some water. It wasn't long before you had downed the whole cup with a satisfied sigh. The water cooled the harsh burn in your throat just like Agatha's hands helped to soothe your nerves that were constantly on edge.

After you finished the glass, it was placed onto your bedside table and Agatha was forcing you to lay down. You squirmed for a moment, not wanting to rest, but then Agatha laid down next to you and wrapped her arms around you. Her embrace was warm, comforting and you melted nearly instantly. An arm was draped over your waist as Rio flopped down on your other side, her face burrowing into your neck, and you tucked your face under Agatha's chin.

With their combined comfort, something you didn't know you wanted, you were able to slip into sleep easily.

^______________^

You woke up to a wetness between your legs and heat pooling in your stomach. Slowly, your eyes blinked open before your hands shot down the grab at the head between your legs. Rio groaned against your cunt, the vibrations waking you further sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Rio," you whined, tugging at her hair, pulling her close but also wanting to push her away. Your head pounded as a result of your actions last night but the throbbing in your core made you keep her close. Her lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking softly, and her hands kept your legs pried apart.

She pulled away for a moment, mouth glistening with your juices, "Shh, you don't want Agatha to hear, do you?"

Briefly, you glanced at Agatha was still sleeping soundly, the sunlight shining softly and highlighting her sharp cheekbones. Rio suddenly flicking her tongue out drew your attention back and you couldn't stop the small whimper that came from your lips. You were never particularly vocal during moments like these, too guarded to let them see you any more vulnerable, but Rio had caught you in a tired state and you weren't holding back.

Your clit pulsed in her mouth as she kept her lips wrapped firmly around it, even as you yanked on her hair when your head fell back and eyes shut from pure pleasure. You clenched around nothing, and your feet kicked out slightly.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Rio murmured against your sex, her breath warm.

Shaking your head you just fumbled around to grab her fingers, dragging them towards her core. You weren't the biggest fan of your words, much less telling people what you want. Rio chuckled and once again pleasure ripped through you from the vibrations that rattled through you. Pushing her away with one hand, you pressed her fingers to your dripping sex, silently begging with your eyes. Rio grinned at you, the sight devious and filled with pride.

"Words," Her voice wrapped around you a silk ribbon, softly coaxing you to tell her what you want. It took you a moment to find the right thing to say, even though it was so simple, your thoughts were so scrambled right now.

"Fingers," you whimpered, pushing her digits closer to your core, "Please."

That had her smile widening considerably, "Good girl." Her praise made satisfaction flow through you, but not nearly as much as when her fingers plunged into your core, two of them stretching you out nicely. A loud noise escaped you against your will and you slapped your hand over your mouth, glancing nervously at Agatha. The last thing you wanted to do was wake her up. Rio's two fingers thrust in and out of you at a brutal, yet steady, pace, not once relenting.

A few pumps in her thumb positioned itself to hit your clit every time her fingers were deep inside you, the pads of her thumb rubbing against your clit roughly. Your hand left your mouth to scramble and grab the bedsheets, fisting the white fabric in your fists to try and keep your composure. Rio was quickly making you fall apart with everything she did, all the movements unraveling you bit by bit. And the pressure inside you built rapidly as your walls fell down just as fast.

Absolutely enjoying in the way you were just dissolving beneath her, Rio crashed her lips onto yours, and you could taste yourself on her. Her tongue brushed against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you granted it, her tongue exploring your mouth. You grabbed at her shirt instead of the bedsheets, keeping her close as if she would leave you once you let go, and whined into her mouth. Her fingers continued their brutal pace on your cunt, thumb hitting your clit harsher nearly every time.

Your thighs began to tremble, and your stomach tightened. Clenching around her fingers, your sounds were muffled by her mouth. You could feel your climax building steadily within you and Rio could tell. She pulled back from your mouth for just a moment so that the two of you could breathe, your breaths coming in short, fast, gasps, before pressing her lips back onto yours. Then her fingers curled just right, hitting that spongy part inside your cunt, and her thumb rubbed circles around your clit, pressing down perfectly, and you were spasming beneath her, your orgasm ripping through you.

Rio swallowed up your moans greedily, her mouth devouring yours as she pushed you down into the bed further, her arms bracketing your face. You clawed at her back, grip tightening and knuckles turning white from how hard you held onto her shirt. This was possibly the best orgasm you'd ever had.

Slowly, you came down from your high, breathless and sweat making your hair stick to your face. Rio detached her lips from yours, a string of saliva still connecting them, with her fingers still buried deep in your cunt. You whimpered when she pulled them out.

Leaning down, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and then another to your nose, "Such a good girl."

Your face heated at the praise you and scowled at her to hide your embarrassment. Rio smirked cheekily before she was yanked off of you. You had hardly noticed that Agatha was awake, until she was hauling Rio into a brutal kiss. You watched, slack jawed, as Rio absolutely melted into Agatha - turning from dominant to submissive in a few simple moments. The kiss didn't last for long before Agatha was tugging Rio away by the collar of the neck.

"You are a naughty girl," she hissed in Rio's face, and the other woman squirmed beneath her glare, whining.

"Aggie," she pleaded, her hands coming up to fist Agatha's collar desperately, "Please." In just a simple kiss, Agatha had turned Rio into a fumbling, needy mess, just as she had done to you. And it seemed like Agatha was going to give into Rio's pleas, but she just smirked before shoving her firmly against the headrest.

"Stay," she commanded, and when her eyes caught Rio's hand inching to her own pants, she barked out another command, "And don't touch yourself." Rio pouted but crossed her arms and glared at Agatha. Agatha turned towards you, her smirk still firmly planted, but her eyes softened slightly, "Did Rio wake you up baby? Did you like that?"

You hesitated before nodding your head slowly, afraid to get in trouble like Rio.

"You're not in trouble," she cooed, but there was a certain edge to her words, "If you can prove to me that you're a good girl."

This time you nodded frantically, eager to please her in a way that was so uncharacteristically you. Agatha muttered soft praise that you hardly caught before she was slipping out of her pants, black lace panties coming with. You propped yourself up on your elbows, ready to adjust in any way she needed, but then the older woman pushed you back onto the bed. Her knees came to bracket your sides before she shimmied up and then her dripping core was right in front of your face. You could smell her arousal and feel the heat radiating from her cunt.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, her hand brushing a stray hair out of your face, and you nodded she added, "Words."

"Yes," you said, breathless, "This is okay."

Agatha smiled at your eagerness before she lowered herself onto your face. Your hands came up to grip at her thighs, holding her in place because you never wanted her to move. Hesitantly, your tongue flicked out as you heard Rio moan beside you and Agatha do the same. You swiped your tongue through her folds, teasing her for a moment, before pressing it up against her entrance.

And then, the delicate bubble you were in burst. Agatha ground down on your face and you couldn't stop the panic that seized you. Your entire body locked up and it felt like too much. Agatha was pressing her cunt against your tongue, but it was too much, she was too close, and you couldn't breath and- You forced yourself to calm. You were fine, this was fine. Threading her hands through your hair, Agatha was too absorbed in pleasure to notice your panic, and you forced yourself swirled your tongue around her clit.

"Just like that," she groaned, completely oblivious to how taut you were. Every single one of your muscles had locked up and you had to resist the urge to shove her off. You owed her this. But Rio was watching, her eyes taking in every detail, and she noticed the way you went stiff, all joy leaving you.

She reached out, grabbing Agatha's shoulder, "Agatha stop."

The other woman snarled, ready to tear into Rio, but she paused when she saw how concerned she was. Gently, Agatha removed herself from above you and you whined, sitting up slightly.

"Why'd you stop? Did I do something?" Your thoughts spiraled, thinking you had done something wrong, but internally you were relieved. You could breathe now. Agatha was directly on top of you, she wasn't suffocating you.

(Sand wasn't being dumped on your head as your wrists were bound and you were about to be buried alive. Your sister in all but blood wasn't next to you, sobbing as she fought against her binds. The sun wasn't beating harshly down on you as you thought you were going to die.)

Rio gave you a pointed look, causing Agatha to do the same.

It was a moment before the former spoke up, "You weren't okay," Her words made your throat close up and for some reason tears threatened to prick at your eyes, "Why didn't you use your safe word or tap on her leg three times?"

And just like that all your walls slammed back up and you scoffed, "I was fine."

"No, you weren't," Rio argued, and you could see Agatha chewing her lip, glancing between the two of you. Guilt swirled her eyes, but so did frustration, and that was what you latched onto. You chose to believe she was frustrated at you and Rio, rather the truth. Agatha was upset she didn't notice that you didn't want to continue, that you were done.

"I said it was okay, I was fine," you snapped.

"Darling," Agatha reached out to cup your face, stopping when you flinched back, "Just because you say it's okay doesn't mean you have to keep going."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing once again before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. A throbbing pain hit you full force in your head the minute you stood and your legs were weak beneath you. Ignoring Agatha and Rio's protests, you made an excuse about having to use the restroom. You locked yourself into the bathroom, sinking to the floor.

Burying your head between your knees that were pulled tightly up to your chest, you groaned in annoyance. Why couldn't you just enjoy the moment? All you had to do was not stiffen, not lock up and it wouldn't have stopped. Then everyone would be happy.

Why couldn't you just be normal?

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[kingconia]

Hello I js read ur MC who takes inspriration from the protag of their stories and if you're still taking requests, is it possible to do a part 2 for it?

A/N: You are welcome. I pondered a little about the continuation of this concept, and figured out that Leona & Vil had the most potential for the second part, since I left a cliffhanger in their stories. Others seemed quite cliche or obvious—Riddle has a crush, he can easily deal with, and same goes for Malleus, Azul & Idia. I hope, you don't mind.

The first part can be found here. Obviously, read it first for the context.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR & VIL SCHOENHEIT WITH THE READER, WHO IS INSPIRED BY THE PROTAGONIST OF THEIR STORIES.

Leona Kingscholar. 💛

— Leona is bad at admitting aloud that he made a mistake, but it doesn't necessarily mean he has no realisation of it. He knows, he hurt you. That is obvious;

— He starts paying more attention to you in the school, since he hasn't figured out how to fix your relationship yet. And that is when he notices that... You are actually not as cheerful as he remembered you to be? Most of the time, you sit away from other students of Savanaclaw?

— When he asks Ruggie about that, he shrugs. He tells Leona that you were always like this, and they even call you ”the sombre heir” among themselves, since you are not quite fun to have around. Leona is surprised. You were so different with him...

— In the end, Leona simply decides to speak with you honestly. He has this feeling that you will accept him either way. You always did before. But, oh, seems like he is not on your good side anymore, isn't he?

•

”Oi, kittie, watcha doin'?” Leona plops in front of you, putting his elbows on the table.

He is nervous, he will not lie about. It is the first time he feels such an overcoming anxiety before someone alive, and that is strange. It is just you, after all. Right?

”Dunno,” you answer slowly, putting a slice of meat in your mouth. ”Thinking about my family, who died so yours could take our throne away. You, Leona?”

Well, you definitely are not planning to forgive him so easily.

Leona shifts uncomfortably as he tries to catch your gaze. Without a luck.

”I accept my fault,” he murmurs quietly, hardly audible. ”And if anything, I understand your pain. I, too—”

A sudden laugh from your lips makes him stop in the tracks. As you wipe your mouth with the napkin, you smile suddenly. And when you raise your eyes on him, Leona almost flinches. Because there is nothing kind or gentle in these orbs now. Instead, they are cold. They are cold, and at the same time, they are awfully mad.

”What would you know about it, golden boy?” Your voice shift in a condescending tone as you shake your head slightly. ”Kings like your brother, Leona, they have honour. And princes like you or your little nephew have a bravery and heart. But people like me, Leona, the fallen ones, we only have rage. So, excuse me, but I don't think we are at the same page, kittie.”

You are hissing your last words, hand coming to grab Leona by his chin, tip of claws scratching his skin. He wants to back away, he intends too, but he is suddenly strangely fascinated by you. Intimidated, even.

”If you want to apologise, Leona, then do it properly. With falling on your knees, at least,” your fangs flash in a carnivorous smirk. ”And until then, have your dreams. Sweet or not—we will see in which mood I am going to be today.”

Leona gulps as he watches you leaving, eyes fixated on your back.

Perhaps you ignored his existence until now, willing to forget his rudeness. But now, it seemed, he lost the last pieces of your mercy.

...And he needs to figure out how to have your forgiveness really quick.

Vil Schoenheit. 💜

— Vil is not surprised when headmaster warns him, that someone from his dorm attempts to take away his housewarden title. He already knows who it is, and he is not surprised to see your face, when he enters the main hall;

— He had a bad week already: his hair products worked awfully, your number of followers outnumbered his own, and Neige practically took the role that was his in the very last moment. It is only logical that in the same week you attempt to take his title;

— And, of course, you succeed. The poison you created can be only worth of the Pomefiore housewarden, and no one can deny that. Even Vil. In fact, he always acknowledged your brains and wilt, so of anything, he feels it is fair win;

— What makes him stop frozen, though, is the person you want to see as your vice. Originally, Vil thought that you will take Rook—he is quite aware of his attraction towards you—but then... You chose him? Why? Why would you do that?

•

”Well,” Vil says, when the two of your are left in the room alone, and there is no need to act as you were friends anymore. ”What else are you planning to do with me? You are the housewarden—you won. Why making me your vice?”

You turn on your heels to face him, a big and shiny smile plastered on your face as you step closer to him.

”Don't be so mean, Vil-sama. Why do you act as if I hate you? I don't,” you put yours hands on chair handles he is sitting at, invading his personal space gracefully. ”I cannot hate a person, who helped me to understand what my signature spell is.”

Vil furrows, pressing his back to the chair more firmly, not trusting you coming close to him. Yet, it hardly changes anything—the tips of your noses are practically touching.

”I apologise, but I cannot recall such a thing.”

He had never helped you with anything in your life. Now, Vil is ashamed that he didn't.

He remembers your first day in the dorm. How you clinged to his side, with stars shining in your eyes, asking him about this and that. How you attempted to befriend him. How you only originally started to speak with Rook to understand him better.

Vil failed the little student of his.

And the person in front of him didn't want his acceptance now.

”How come?” Your hands are suddenly on his head, fingers wrapped around his favourite diadem, taking it off slowly. ”After all, you were the first beast I spoke with.”

He flinches, and you carefully kiss him on the cheek before putting the diadem on your own hair. It looks nice.

Vil hates that.

”I miss the kid you were,” he murmurs against his best judgement.

You hum.

”Bear the monster you created, instead.”

You left him on the vice position so it could be a remind for his mistake. For his cruelty. For his arrogance. He realises it now. You don't need to do anything special to hurt him, if he does it to himself, working under your command on the daily basis, seeing you shine, when he burns out.

You are beautiful, Vil accepts that. Your revenge is a charming one, too.

”I heard Neige got that role?” You ask suddenly, when he reaches doors, unwilling to turn back. ”Such a shame. Something must happened.”

He grits his teeth.

Vil hates himself for making you like this. Yet, he can't help but feel proud. Whatever he created you as—you would take what is yours, with blood and sweat. He can admire that about you. And deep inside, Vil thinks you do that, too. Deep inside you enjoy it as much as you hate it.

”Yes. Something.”

After all, there is truly nothing Vil can do, but accept his defeat.

The king is dead. Long life to you.

A/N: Based on protagonists or not—they had some darkness in theirselves as well; just as Simba was quite ruthless, when the situation required of it, in many interpretations of the tale, Snow-white learned how to be cruel, too. I think it is enamoring how these said protagonists can be just as their villains, especially if they were growing up around them in one way or another.

[mrsjellymunson]

⏱ Time Me ⏱

Written for the @steddiemicrofic December prompt ‘time’ | WC target: 485 | Rating: E 🔞 MDNI NSFW | CW: Smoking weed, allusions to other drugs, oral sex, a little bit of longing? | Tags: Pre-S4, enemies to enemies-with-benefits?

“Hey, King Steve. Watcha doin’?”

Eddie yells sarcastically towards the sports field on his way to his spot in the woods, watching Steve Harrington. He’s running up and down the worn-out track, checking his probably-much-fancier-than-Eddie’s digital watch every time he stops.

Steve punches a button and frowns, muttering a goddamnit before turning to face the least athletic-looking person he’s ever met.

“Just trying to improve my times, break my own record.”

Bitingly, he adds,

“Not that you’d know anything about self-improvement, freak.”

Eddie blows a derisory raspberry with his lips, lifts his arm and shakes his lunchbox.

“Well, if you’re interested I’ve got some things in here that might help.”

Steve responds,

“No thanks, I’m against artificial enhancement. And I don’t think a blunt’ll make me run any faster either. Most likely the opposite.”

Eddie retorts, sardonically,

“Maybe not, but I sure know a thing or two about post-game relaxation. You’ve gotta balance your training, Steve.”

He smirks, concluding,

“It might make you care a little less about your timings, too.”

Eddie cackles as he wanders off between the trees, leaving Steve to watch his retreating form with incredulity, and a little fascination, on his face.

That first time was coincidental. Steve, intrigued, followed Eddie into the woods, and they shared one of Eddie’s pre-rolls. Steve’s sprint times did indeed slip from his mind, and they talked and laughed more than either’d anticipated. Perhaps they’d leaned in and bumped shoulders a little too often. Perhaps Steve also spent a little too long staring at Eddie’s lips. Perhaps Eddie’d liked it a little too much…

Now, Steve finds out when Eddie’s going to be in his spot, and then takes some private track time exactly then. To work on his sprint, or whatever.

Moments after his battered lunchbox clatters against the old table, Eddie’s on his knees in the dirt, his own cock in his hand. Steve, with his head thrown back and arms spread across the edge of the tabletop, groans as his sweaty shorts are pulled aside and his long cock fills Eddie’s mouth and starts to nudge the back of his throat.

Eddie’s already taken it as a personal challenge to see how fast he can make Steve cum. Now he’s worked out what gets him going, it’s become surprisingly easy. Self-improvement, right?

But today, instead of a quick blowie in the woods, he wants Steve to stay a bit longer. Maybe agree to do this somewhere a little nicer, perhaps even somewhere indoors. He pulls off of Steve with a wet smack, continuing to fondle his balls and languidly stroke his own dick with his other hand.

Confused, Steve’s head drops forward, and their eyes connect. Smiling salaciously, Eddie murmurs,

“So, Stevie, right now I don't want you to finish in record time. How about we see if we can set another record? Today, I wanna see how long you can last…”

Thanks so much for reading!

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[btsiu]

jihope dancing to "Watcha Doin' Today?" by 4MINUTE and jin judging on the background 😆

[trueladylove]

nanami x f!reader.

smut, bathroom sex, looking in the mirror, hair pulling, minor breeding (?) little bit of cum denial.

young!nanami knew he should’ve avoided you from the start. you’d only ever go out with a full face of makeup, and wearing the highest heels he had ever seen. even in the jujutsu high uniform, you somehow managed to make it seem… slutty.

“shoko, we have to go shopping with utahime this weekend. i found this cute new store, and you two would love it!” you beamed, eyes sparkling as your hand intertwined with shoko’s, manicured nails shimmering.

“sure.” shoko would smile, taking a puff of her cigarette. “i’ll ask utahime.”

he knew that you were nasty, vile, even. but he couldn’t help the few glances he’d steal from you.

you always rolled your skirt up, eager for attention, young!nanami would tell himself. not to mention the mesh stockings you wore. how shameless!

“hi nanami!” your tone was sweet, and light as you waved to your classmate. he watched as you happily walked over to him, skirt moving along with each step you took.

he didn’t want to acknowledge you, he shouldn’t! but he couldn’t help the polite wave he gave.

“watcha’ doin?” you’d ask, an arm placed on his shoulder as you tugged him closer to you. “are you lonely?” you giggled, manicured nail poking at his cheek.

“im not lonely.” he’d mumble, attempting to get himself out of your grip. did you always smell this good?

young!nanami tried, he really tried to distance himself from you, but that was hard, considering you were one of the only people in his class.

so he guessed it was obvious he’d be sent on a mission with you some day. he’s just mad that it was today.

“woohoo! we’re going togetherr!” you’d sing, a sugary smile on your features as you and young!nanami reached the school where you both would exorcise the curse.

he honestly tried to ignore you, and the way your skirt was even shorter than usual - your lashes curled even further today than others. he tried to tear his eyes away from your glossed lips, but it was really hard.

young!Nanami knew that this was wrong, but all he could focus on was the way you were bouncing around like some slut desperate for attention.

maybe that’s what you were, it wasn’t his place to decide. right?

well, when he finally grew older and returned to jujutsu high as a teacher, he was surprised to see that you were still there.

and still as glamorous as ever.

“nanami! is that you?” he recognised your voice, although you sounded a little more mature this time around.

he turned around, eyes looking down at your smiley face. you were older, a bit more mature- your uniform had changed too. somehow you turned into even more of a slut. how was that even possible?

nanami had to fight the raging boner that was threatening to make itself known.

“hello, l/n.” he greeted politely, noticing the way your face grew brighter at the sound of his voice.

“you sound so different! can’t believe it’s really been that long, huh?”

he knew, ever since he first met you- that he should’ve avoided you. he never should’ve talked to you, but here you both were.

nanami was plowing into you from behind, your body folded over the bathroom counter with your manicured fingers gripping onto whatever you could hold. his large hand was planted in your roots, forcing your face up to look at your crumbling form in the mirror.

it was disgusting, really. you had fat tears spilling out of your eyes, mascara running down your cheeks and mixing with the spit and drool that hung out of your opened mouth. lipstick was smeared over your lips and cheeks, and stray hairs clung to your sweaty forehead and wet cheeks.

each thrust emitted a wet, lewd sound, mixed with your loud and erotic moans. nanami knew that with the way you were moaning like a literal pornstar, the two of you would get caught- and he’s not looking to be expelled from jujutsu high when he just came back. his large, veiny hand left your clit and reached up to your mouth, and he leaned over to your ear.

“shut up.” his hot breath fanned over your ear, as he sped up his thrusts- feeling himself get closer.

soon, he emptied ropes of creamy and thick cum into your sore pussy, grunting as he fucked them back into you. maybe if you’re filled to the brim with his seed you’d be less of a slut.

he almost moaned out loud when he saw your face through the mirror, your eyes were almost rolled to the back of your head, and even more drool was falling from the corner of your mouth.

just as you were about to come, he pulled out- claiming “a slut like you should know that she doesn’t deserve to cum.”

he’s just a big meanie!

[nolita-fairytale]

a little carmy blurb inspired by the eleven madison park granola recipe

a/n: a friend of mine put me on to the EMP granola... and now i can't stop thinking about carmy. assuming the nyc restaurant carmy worked for s supposed to be eleven madison park, i wrote a little blurb his relationship to said granola recipe and my pastry chef!reader. have i told you how much i love writing from carmy's POV?!

takes place in the 'make my heart surrender' world after sugar's had baby michael and a few months after you and carmy have gotten married. food is love. that's all.

the familiar scent of caramelized brown sugar and toasted coconut waft through the home he's made with you--a smell that catches him off guard, considering it's been years since he's experienced it.

ever since you retired from the restaurant life, carmy's noticed how much joy cooking at home brings you. and he can't complain. while you no longer work at the bear, it's been nice for him to come home to a warm meal after a long shift. he's suddenly found himself on the receiving end of long culinary projects, done over the span of the weekend, where he hasn't had to lift a finger. but as you stand in the kitchen, a kitchen towel folded over the lip of the half sheet pan you're pulling out of the oven, it reminds him of old times and even older versions of himself.

"hey you," you say, as you hear the cease of his footsteps.

you rest the sheet pan against the coils of your stovetop before turning to look at him, kitchen towel in hand. you search carmy's perplexed expression, watching as he chooses the words that follow.

"wh-, watcha' doin'?" he stammers out.

"oh! i'm workin' on a care package for sugar. and i heard syd's out sick too so i think i'm gonna pack up some of this granola for her too," you answer simply.

"you okay, bear?" you ask him, the concern evident in your voice.

"i uh-. yeah. i just-," carmy begins, letting out a heavy exhale. "jus' haven't thought about it. you know... the granola. our old spot. in a while."

right.

you sigh.

"should i have said something?" you ask, as it dawns on you that the old recipe may not bring back the best memories for carmy. "it's just that i made some a few weeks ago... at sugar's. and she begged me to make more. i mean, her and pete are totally hooked on it but.... i know that that wasn't a great time for you. i should've thought about that."

"no!" carmy protests. he doesn't want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him, and he finds himself falling a little more in love with you as he wraps his head around just how much you love his sister too. "no. it's okay. i just. 's been a while." he chuckles, this time as an exhale of relief. "caught me off guard. is all."

you nod slowly in understanding, as carmy takes a few steps toward you.

"i don't know what it was about a few weeks ago that made me think about it. haven't made it in a while, carm," you say back with a small chuckle. it had been your job--to make the restaurant's signature granola that was gifted to diners at the end of their meal--for the first three months of your time at EMP. "feels like a lifetime ago. but uh... well shit. it's just as good as i remember it."

"oh yeah?" he asks you, curiously, his tone much lighter this time.

"mhm," you hum in response.

it's a strange feeling, returning to old things as the man he is today: a man who's found home again, changed by his restaurant, by his people, by loving and being loved by you. he picks up a few pieces of the still-warm granola, as you eye him carefully, before popping them into his mouth. the flavors hit his tongue, his palette dissecting each familiar note. he half expects to be flooded with memories of his darkest days, but instead it reminds him of you.

it makes him think of the morning of your first shift, watching you as you funneled the granola into the restaurant's signature glass jars. he knew his lingering gaze had made you feel like you were under a microscope, but he hadn't seemed to be able to stop his wandering eyes. he thinks of the way you'd notice that he hadn't eaten all day long, slipping him a jar of the granola right before dinner service started, without a word. a small smile spreads across his lips as carmy recalls the time you made it in the pandemic: playing around with different nuts, dried fruits, adding miso, sharing your latest creation with him after each volunteer shift with world central kitchen.

he's not sure how to say it--that this granola reminds him of you, and your love for him, not the restaurant. he wants to shout it from the top of your apartment building, proclaim his love for you in the form of a shakespearean sonnet, but instead he just says this:

"maybe you can make some more of this. for us?"

"you sure?" you hesitate.

a beat.

"yeah babe. i'm sure."

[libbys-braincell-loss]

i became inspired so heres a silly oneshot smg34 fic that also includes mario and meggy

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This fic includes:

snowtrapped reference. Sorry yall </3

shitty grammar whenever mario speaks

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SMG43 crush frustrations, a 2 1/2 part oneshot

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Segment 1: SMG4 and Mario

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SMG4 sits at his desk, making videos, as per usual. Working hard to appease the hell that is the YouTube algorithm, all that good stuff.

SMG4 is just focused on working on making a decent video, trying his hardest to work in peace.

Suddenly, the door breaks down for the 17th time this week (it's tuesday), and SMG4's idiot best friend Mario bursts in to disturb said peace.

"ES EM GEE FOUR" he yells, startling his friend.

SMG4 sighs. "Hey, Mario, what do you need?"

"I just wanted to see what you were doing :))" Mario replies.

"I'm just making videos, that's all," SMG4 says, attempting to regain focus on making the video. "I gotta finish as much as I can before I have to hang out with SMG3 later today"

"Ooooo, watcha gonna be doin?"

"3's just gonna be streaming the two of us messing around on Gmod. I think he wants to play prop hunt?"

"Mario played that one time with him. He's too good at it," Mario recalls.

"Heh, as if. He only won cuz he was against you," SMG4 exclaims. "He won't stand a chance going against me."

Mario peeks over the chair and observes SMG4 making his video.

"Can Mario help???" Mario asks.

"Hahaha, no," said SMG4. "You don't know shit about editing."

"Lol ur right, im just bored af and wanted to do something" Mario says, eyes crossing. "What video you makin"

"I'm remastering an old video called 'Charming Peach'; people seem to like when I make remasters of old videos," SMG4 responds.

"Oooooooooo" says Mario. "Can I suggest a video idea?"

"Y'know what, sure. Go ahead."

"Snowtrapped remaster :))))"

SMG4's eyes widen. He turns and looks at Mario in the crossed eyes and humongous mustache.

"Hell no!"

"Hell yeah :)"

"Why would you suggest that?! I'm not doing that!"

"Why not?"

SMG4 blinks. "Why do you think?"

Mario shrugs. "Because it's too cold?"

SMG4 face palms. "I forgot; you don't think."

"Awww :(" Mario frowns. "Thats mean :(("

"Dude, SMG3 and I literally have sex in that episode."

"And?"

SMG4 blinks.

Mario blinks in return.

"AND WE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN REMAKE THAT? What do you want me to say?" SMG4 exclaims.

"You didn't enjoy it?" Mario asks.

SMG4's face turns bright red. "MARIO!! Why the hell would you ask that?!"

Mario blinks. He grins. "You're avoiding the question"

"I'm not answering the question. I'm not remaking Snowtrapped, period. SMG3 and I could never relive those events again."

Mario blinks one eye after the other, like a frog.

"Do you like him?" Mario asks out of the blue.

"Huh??" SMG4 says, red creeping on his face.

"Do you like SMG3?" Mario asks.

"I mean, yeah... as a... friend, of course."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Mario's eyes narrow, and his head widens as he stares directly into SMG4's soul. "Mario doesn't buy it."

"What? What do you mean?!"

"I think you are gay :)"

"No. Also can you stop talking in emoticons?" SMG4 sighs.

"Come on!! I'm pretty sure you like him in a gay way"

"Why do you have to say it like that?"

"huh"

"...Nevermind. No, I don't like him like that." SMG4 chuckles, like he's trying to gaslight himself into believing the words he says. "Why would I? He berates me every day, I can't stand him sometimes... Why would I be in love with someone who constantly tries to do some bullshit to piss me off?"

"But when you do get along, what then?"

SMG4 opens his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"I just... I..."

Mario smiles really wide. "Youuuu liiikkkeee himmmm!"

"Mario, quit it!"

"Youuu dooooo :)"

"MARIO!"

"Youuuu likeee yourr rivaaaaalll :)))))"

SMG4 sighs, tired of trying to convince Mario otherwise. "Fine, you caught me. Yes, I may or may not have developed a crush on SMG3..."

Mario gasps with the utmost glee in his eyes.

"I KNEW IT!"

"Yeah, but you BETTER NOT TELL A SOUL!!" SMG4 puts a firm hand on Mario's shoulder and points at him aggressively.

Mario frowns. "you're no fun"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just don't want word to spread and for SMG3 to find out. Then he will really hate me, and not in the joking way he usually does."

"You think he hates you?" Mario tilts his head

"...Not really, but..."

"Then tell him!" Mario says.

"Haha, hell no. He is my rival, and even though we're able to... tolerate... each other for enough time, but SMG3 is very keen to remind me that we are 'rivals', and refuses to admit that we are friends, no matter how much we get close to admitting we are friends."

SMG4 looks down. "I do really like him, I just... I have no way of knowing if he does like me at all, and if he is being serious when he shit talks me. Maybe he thinks and talks about how stupid I am when I'm not hanging out with him. He probably hates me, with how much he berates me. Why would I want someone who hates me?"

Mario blinks. "You are dumping all this info on someone who has zero advice for you" he says.

SMG4 smiles sadly. "My bad. I just... it's been eating me up inside, I just wanted to vent about it."

"Its ok :) mario can try to give advice if you want!" Mario says.

SMG4 sighs. "Go ahead."

"Mario thinks that if SMG3 hated you so much, he wouldn't go out of his way to be around you"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"He frequently shows up to hang out with you, he saves you, he talks about you a lot..."

"Wait, he does?"

"Yeah! I was waiting to get a bomb at his coffee shop and he was in a corner writing in his journal again, and he was saying everything he was writing out loud; he was saying 'I'm excited to hang out with smg4 tomorrow, we gonna play some gmod together and im totally gonna beat his ass at prop hunt, hes gonna be so mad itll be so funny, seeing his face so angry is so entertaining-' and then he stopped writing cuz he saw me waiting for my bomb order and he shoo'd me out of there and i didn't get my bomb"

SMG4 blushes. "Huh. So, he does shit talk me outside of my earshot, but in a positive way..." He smiles ear to ear. "Mario, honestly, I cannot believe I'm saying this, but your advice actually helped. I think my intrusive thoughts were just trying to lie to me. I needed to hear that."

"Yay! Mario's glad he could help :)" Mario says, smiling. "This is my character development! I am therapist :)"

SMG4 chuckles. "Mario, I would not trust you as a therapist 100% of the time."

Mario smirks. "But you can trust SMG3 as your therapist-"

SMG4 punches Mario's arm "Shush. This stays between us, okay?"

"yeah B) i gotchu"

"Thanks, man."

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Segment 2: SMG3 and Meggy

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Meggy steps into SMG3's coffee shop, 3's Coffee and Bombs. The cafe was very empty, there was little to no people there.

"Hello? SMG3?" she calls out.

SMG3 pops out from the kitchen.

"Ah, Meggy! Welcome to 3's Coffee and Bomb's!" SMG3 exclaims with a grand flourish. "How may I serve you?"

"Hey dude, I came here two days ago," Meggy says, deadpan. "You don't need to make a grand spectacle everytime I show up."

"Yeah, yeah. What'll it be? Coffee or bombs?"

"I'd like some coffee today. I think I'm gonna go for some black coffee today."

"Daring today, aren't we?" SMG3 says, in a sarcastic tone.

"Look, I'm trying to expand my horizons. Try new things. Every time I drink coffee, it's sweet as hell. I'mma take something bitter for once."

"If you say so," SMG3 says.

SMG3 makes Meggy her coffee and Meggy gives him his money. SMG3's watch beeps.

"Oh! Looks like it's break time!" he says.

"Nice! Care to join me?" Meggy suggests.

"Sure, why not," SMG3 says, shrugging. He makes himself some coffee of his own and sits at a table across from Meggy.

"I heard you have plans on doing a stream collab with SMG4 today," Meggy comments. "You guys are playing Gmod, right?"

"Yeah!" SMG3 sips his coffee. "I'm gonna kick his ass in prop hunt. He will be so pissed."

"Haha, I see," Meggy says, taking a sip of her coffee. She spits it back into the cup.

"Rude," SMG3 frowns.

"It's not that you're bad at making coffee, it's that black coffee isn't the right coffee for me," Meggy responds, also frowninh. "Don't take so much offense to everything."

"Welp." SMG3 leans back in his chair. "I'm excited. I can't wait to absolutely destroy his ass in games I'm goated at."

"Aren't you just happy you get to hang out with 4?" Meggy remarks.

"...Hanging out with him to make him look like a loser on stream, yes!" SMG3 responds.

Meggy smirks. "I think you do enjoy his company."

SMG3 studies a speck on the ceiling. "Says who?"

"Says me. I know you like him."

SMG3's face immediately turns bright red.

"NUH UH!" SMG3 exclaims. "He's stupid and a moron and a loser! W-why would I be attracted to a- a loser like him?!"

Meggy looks him dead in the eye. "I was gonna say opposites attract, but you guys are both oblivious AND obvious dumbasses, so you guys have more in common than you like to admit."

SMG3 looks away. "I don't like him. He probably hates me, with how much I berate him. Why would I want someone who hates me?"

Meggy smiles.

"3, I think 4 is just as in love with you as you are with him."

"What makes you think I like him?" quizzes SMG3.

"Oh, you constantly talk about how excited you are to do anything with him, you pout when he's not around, and you're usually the first person to try to instigate helping him as soon as he's in trouble," Meggy recounts.

SMG3 blushes. "We're Meme Guardians; if one of us isn't around, our powers are very minimal. I'm just looking out for him because I don't know what happens to one Meme Guardian the moment his counterpart is dead, and I don't want to find out."

"Awww, you care about him!" Meggy smiles.

"Just talk to him, dumbass," Meggy said. "He usually functions better once people communicate their issues with him. If you ask if you take things too far, and if he feels hurt by your words, talking it out is the right thing."

"Shush. So what if I do? He would never like me back. He probably can't stand me. I berate and belittle him too much. I know, I know, it's bad, but... I don't know how to communicate appreciation to people I care about. Teasing is all I know, but I never know if I've pushed it's limit-"

"But that's so difficult! I'm no good at communication!" SMG3 complains.

"You're a therapist! This is the type of advice you give your patients!" Meggy responds.

"I'm a hypocrite!" SMG3 wails.

"Look, just talk to him at some point. Maybe after the stream is over, just take some time out of your day to figure out how SMG4 feels about your constant teasing, then go from there."

"Yeah. Y'know what, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Meggy."

"No problem! And, while you're at it, you should totally go for it!" Meggy exclaims, beaming.

"Meggy..." SMG3 sighs.

"I know you like him, you can't keep hiding."

SMG3 groans even louder.

"Yes, but you tell no one, okay?" SMG3 orders.

"Of course," Meggy says, smiling.

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SMG4 and SMG3 are up in SMG4's office, playing and streaming Gmod shenanigans. Mario is sitting on the couch in the gaming room, watching TV. Meggy comes in and joins Mario on the couch.

"SMG4 and SMG3 can't be any more obvious, can they?" she remarks.

"they gay as hell," Mario agrees.

"3 confirmed he does like 4," Meggy says.

Mario laughs maliciously.

"What?" asks Meggy.

"mario also got SMG4 to confirm he likes 3 >:)," Mario says.

"Ha," Meggy says, "Cool. Do you think they'll ever actually get together?"

"hmmmmmm, Maybe!" Mario answers. "But if they don't, it's incredibly funny to watch their gay struggling, so we can keep watching it for a while"

"I like your thinking, Red," Meggy smirks. "Let's just let them be for the time being."

[sleepyhead0720]

One shot for a jealous fem!s/o of Zoro, maybe he’s being really close to someone and she just like clings onto him like a cat and glares at the person silently

Sure! I hope you enjoy and have a great day<3

Masterlist

Jealous? Me?

You huffed as you leaned against the table

Zoro was talking to the female bartender, which she was obviously flirting with him

In any normal situation he’d immediately tell her to back of and how he had a girlfriend but this time he was a little tipsy and he kinda wanted some free drinks so he just kinda went along with it

“Jealous?”

“Jealous? Me?”

Nami chuckled as you tried to deny it

Though it was obvious considering you couldn’t stop glaring their direction

“If you really don’t like you should go tell her yourself,”

You thought for a moment

That actually wasn’t a bad idea

You got up and started to walk over them

“Hey babe! Watcha doin’?

You said casually sitting next to him and leaning against his shoulder

The bartender seemed to be taken back by your actions

You smirked slightly

“Nothing much, you want a drink?”

“Sure! Can I have the same one your drinking?”

You pointed at the glass as you looked at the bartender with an innocent look

“Uhm, sorry but that was the last one.”

She turned to Zoro and continued the conversation she had with him

You were starting to get annoyed on how she didn’t back off

You started to get up to which the bartender smirked thinking you were going to leave

But then you sat straight on zoros lap which caused him to immediately wrap his arms around you

He wasn’t really into pda but he was already a little drunk so this behavior didn’t really surprise you, even though he was drunk he still couldn’t get the blush on his face to go away

You leaned against his chest as you silently glared at the bartender who was still trying to flirt with Zoro

He leaned towards your ear to whisper something to you,

“Whats up with you today? Don’t tell me your that jealous of her…”

You hummed softly and placed to ur head on his neck

He chuckled

“Sorry miss but it looks like I have to go now”

She nodded and began to clean up the area a little too aggressively which caused a small giggle to escape you

Zoro tapped you lightly

“Cmon, let’s’ go”

You got off of his lap as the both of you started walking towards the exit

“Oi luffy! We’re going to the ship early”

Luffy, who was too busy eating only nodded to Zoro

You turned towards the bartender as you leaned slightly against Zoro

She seemed to scoff as she began cleaning the area

You smiled

“Did you really have to do that?”

“If you kept acting like that you know I would eventually”

He smirked as the two of you climbed up to the merry

“You idiot”

“But im YOUR idiot”

“And it’ll stay that way”

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[syringesyrup]

Swiss tummy worship 🙏🫶 -🌧️

i’m a weak, WEAK man…

nsfw below cut

“Watcha doin’ down there?” Swiss chides, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as Dew rubs his face against Swiss’ shirt. Dew only chirps in response, purring as he blinks slowly before he pushes his face back down again and rubs his scent all over Swiss. Each time he gets like this, Swiss can’t help but imagine his mate as a little black cat rubbing its cheek against a table leg to mark the furniture as its own.

“Oookay.” Swiss says, returning his attention to the screen as he absentmindedly places a hand on Dew’s head and rubs soothing circles into his scalp. Dew preens at it, pushing his head up into Swiss’ palm to chase it. The corner of Dew’s mouth bubbles with drool as a heavy purr echoes from him. His eyes slip shut as Swiss pets his head, scratching carefully into his scalp and around his small ivory horns.

Swiss makes a clicking sound at him, much like one would make at a cat, and Dew’s mismatch eyes peek open ever so slightly. His black pupil is huge in his undamaged eye, black drowning out the firey red. His damaged eye, the blue one with a milky white center, sits still. Swiss is sure it would look just the same as the red one if his eye could react.

“Cuddly today.” Swiss observes before Dew lowers his head again and presses his nose into Swiss’ stomach. He struggles as he pushes Swiss’ shirt up, exposing the pudge of his tummy that’s painted with curly hair, some scars, and freckles that are all just a background landscape to frame the ink that reads Dew’s name. Dew begins to lick gently at his skin through purrs, grooming the multi ghoul with a split and pierced tongue.

Swiss doesn’t really mind. He continues to pet Dew’s head, turning back to his phone as the fire ghoul licks at him. After a minute, Dew paws at his phone and knocks it from Swiss’ hand. The multi ghoul blinks down at him, stifling a laugh as he watches Dew squint at him. Clearly, he isn’t paying enough attention to the pissy little ghoul.

“What?” Swiss asks, because what else is there to say. Dew flicks his ears at him, lowers his head, and glares at Swiss as he nips gently on his tummy. Swiss sighs, adjusting his legs open more to allow Dew to properly settle in between them.

Swiss squints at him, offering a slow blink as he picks his phone back up again. He doesn’t even have time to unlock it before Dew is head butting into his stomach and making a frustrated little chirp. Swiss startles at it, looking down at Dew again as the fire ghoul presses the nubs of his horns into Swiss. He shakes his head as he pulls back, squinting at Swiss again with a frustrated sigh through his nose.

Swiss sets his phone down.

“Why so fussy?” He asks, reaching forward to pull his shirt back down. Dew bats his hand away, leaning back down again to press his face into Swiss’ warm skin. He begins to kiss and nip at him there, making satisfied little noises as he leaves boiling kisses and hickeys on Swiss’ tummy.

“You little fire ghouls are so strange.” Swiss sniffs. “So clingy.”

“Warm.” Dew finally says. “Smells nice.”

Swiss swallows. “Yeah?”

Dew grabs at the pudge of his stomach, squeezing it together to create a pillow that Dew is very clearly more than happy to bury his face into. His tail beats happily against the mattress, his purrs getting louder and louder with each breath he takes.

“Gotta work that off.” Swiss sighs, referring to his growing tummy. It makes Dew stare up at him, a slight fury in his eyes as he squishes Swiss’ skin together again.

“Don’t.” Dew says.

“C’mon.” Swiss laughs. “Need my eight pack back.” He says, like he ever had one.

“Don’t.” Dew repeats. “Not ever.”

Swiss flicks an ear at him. “Why?”

Dew flushes. He lowers his head again, his ears drooping as he looks away. Swiss knows this game. He grabs Dew gently by the chin and lifts his head back up, slightly forcing some eye contact between them.

Dew huffs. “Please?”

“Okay.” Swiss raises a brow. “Do you wanna tell me why?”

Dew makes a frustrated little chirp and rolls his hips back, propping himself up on his knees between Swiss’ legs. He rests his cheek against Swiss’ stomach and rubs his face there again, purring against him. He reaches up to push Swiss’ shirt further up, exposing his chest. Swiss takes the hint.

He fishes his shirt off and almost bursts into laughter at the way Dew’s eyes sparkle. Dew grabs at his chest, squeezing it before he buries his face back into his pillow of choice.

“Warm.” Dew says, muffled by Swiss’ tummy.

“Yeah, I got that.” Swiss hums. “What else?”

“Hot.” Dew says, his voice slightly strained.

“Warm or hot?” Swiss raises his brow again.

“You know what I mean.” Dew tries to glare at him, but his beat red face betrays him.

“Right.” Swiss hums. He places his hand back on Dew’s head, scratching his scalp carefully. “What about it?”

“Nice to lay on.” Dew continues. “Makes you…” He swallows. “Bigger.”

“Bigger?” Swiss asks, not quite following.

“Not like that.” Dew snorts a plume of smoke. “Just…wider. I like the way it feels when you hold me.”

“I see.” Swiss nods. “You’ve got this all listed out?”

“Maybe.” Dew pouts. “And then there’s…” He trails off, looking away.

“Dewww.” Swiss sing songs, grinning at him. “What?”

Swiss runs a hand down his face, cupping his jaw again and lifting his face. Dew hesitates before he looks into Swiss’ eager eyes. His stupid big brown eyes that swallow Dew whole every single time without fail. Dew wouldn’t call them puppy eyes, but that’s exactly what they are.

“I like when it-the way it-when you-“ Dew stammers, his ears shaking as he lowers his head in shame. Swiss sighs, rubbing his thumb against the fire ghoul’s bottom lip. Dew tilts his head at him, resting the weight into Swiss’ palm like his neck can’t support it anymore.

“You got it, sweetheart.” Swiss coos. “Tell me what you like.”

Dew breathes. Slow and steady, he raises himself up to sit on Swiss’ lap. Swiss stares up at him, placing his hands on Dew’s hips as he adjusts. Dew leans down closer, pressing his face into Swiss’ neck and breathing him in. His breath is hot against Swiss’ neck, making him shiver despite the warmth.

He tilts his head up ever so slightly, breathing smoke into Swiss’ ear.

“I love the way it folds over my ass when you fuck me from behind.” Dew whispers.

Swiss doesn’t mean to whine, but he does. His grip tightens on Dew’s hips as he hangs his head back, sucking at his bottom lip between his fangs. Dew blinks down at him, still beat red in the face but glowing as he watches Swiss’ walls break down.

“Love the way it looks…” Dew hisses as he begins to slide down Swiss’ body like a snake again. “When you let me taste you.”

Swiss throws his arm over his eyes, drawing his lips in a line as Dew hooks a claw under his pants and his boxers. He doesn’t even remember getting hard, but he most definitely is.

“The way it shakes when you laugh.” Dew continues, peppering kisses down his chest. “When you can’t breathe.”

“Dew.” Swiss begs, grabbing the smaller ghouls arms to steady himself. “Stop it.”

“When your stupid vest rides up and I can see it during a ritual.” Dew has his hand around him now, stroking him in earnest. He’s breathing over Swiss, just above the leaking head of his cock. “Turns me on so fucking bad.” Dew growls.

Swiss almost wails when Dew snakes his tongue out and squeezes it around him. He grabs at Dew’s hair, forcing him down. He peeks his eyes open and if he was a stronger man, he wouldn’t break so hard when he saw the look on Dew’s face.

Dew, who is smiling with his eyes as Swiss pushes him all the way down to the base of his cock, hums around him as his tongue squeezes harshly around Swiss. His nose is pressed to Swiss’ stomach, and he hears glass shatter inside of his brain when he realizes that it only gets Dew off more.

Dew pops off of him for a moment and groans. “Love the way it shakes when you cum.” Dew breathes, licking his own saliva off of Swiss and moving up to lick at his tummy. “When I make you cum.” He adds on.

“Here, I’ll show you.” Dew smiles, full of bright white fangs and malice. He swallows Swiss whole so easily, taking him in one gulp and hallowing his cheeks around him with a tight squeeze of his tongue.

The worst part?

He’s still smiling during it all.

What the fuck is Swiss supposed to do? Not cum immediately? Not force Dew’s head down by his hair and cum so hard down his throat that Swiss forgets his own name for a second?

He knows he makes an embarrassing noise too. He knows it’s high and needy and Dew’s name. He squints down at the little ghoul as he cums, watching the way his stomach flexes as he shoots down Dew’s throat. Dew grabs at his stomach, tears bubbling in his eyes as he feels Swiss cum.

“Wha-what the fuck, Dew?” Swiss pants as he comes down from it, wiping drool from his own mouth. “Fuck.”

Dew pops off of him, licking his lips. He blinks slowly at Swiss, a purr rising in his throat. He stares at Dew as he licks his fingers, patting his hip.

A grin breaks out on his face. “What was that thing you said about when I fuck you from behind?”

Dew’s eyes widen.

[showstopper35]

Sweet Ache - Rodrift Angst

If it was possible to miss someone while constantly being around them, Rodimus didn't know. Every time Drift met his eyes, a wave of pain splashed into his chest. It wasn't like the slight burn of the Matrix. No, that was pleasant. That made him feel like he was finally enough. This ache was different. Addicting in a sick kind of way, like if he let it simmer it would make him sick with a sweet poison.

The problem was that Rodimus didn't know how to say sorry. He had, of course, but it could never be enough. He had hurt his favorite person. Sent him away like any misbehaving soldier. And oh, of course, Drift had smiled at him, his way of saying he had been forgiven. Rodimus knew better. He knew that it had destroyed Drift, from the way he spoke softer, the way he had gotten repainted, the way he came back with his hand in Ratchet's...

The way he seemed to barely stand being in the same room as Rodimus anymore.

"Hey, Roddy." Drift said, walking onto the bridge. Rodimus's thoughts washed away with that familiar ache.

"Hey."

Drift surprised him by coming up to where he was sitting, putting his head onto Rodimus's shoulder. He tensed, but he allowed it. The ache was worse, but he was desperate for any semblance of their old normalcy.

"Watcha doin?" Drift asks, even though he can clearly see that all Rodimus is doing is doodling while being lost in thought.

"Just drawing," he mutters, showing Drift his doodles of stars and planets.

"Pretty." Drift comments then kisses his neck softly. Rodimus freezes the ache in his chest more of a roar now.

"Don't," he says quietly.

Drift pulls away. "Why not?"

"I'm no good for you, and I think you know that. Besides, you've got whatever you're doing with Ratchet now."

Drift remains quiet for a moment. "I just want to make you happy," he whispers.

Rodimus turns to look at him, to really look at him. "That's the problem. You'll do anything for me, and so I hurt you. I hurt you so much and I can't forgive myself for it, and I know you really don't forgive me." His voice was shaking a bit, his eyes leaving Drift's face every other second.

Drift nods softly. "You did. Ratchet...Ratchet says our relationship wasn't...the most healthy."

Rodimus isn't surprised to hear that, but he still feels a tiny pang of hurt in his spark at the words.

"No. It wasn't. I had-have too much influence over you. " Rodimus stands up, trying to push down the wave of nausea swirling around in his chest.

"But you miss me," Drift says softly.

Rodimus stills, torn between admitting it and telling him to frag off. He feels so, so sick, but he nods anyway, his eyes on the ground.

"Of course I miss you," he whispers. "But we can't do this again. I can't hurt you again."

Drift looks at him for a moment, then reaches out and softly cups his cheek before kissing him. Rodimus doesn't return it, no matter how much he wants to.

Drift steps back after noticing Rodimus's stillness, nodding. "Okay. We're still friends though, right? I can't leave you to suffer with Magnus and Megatron, can I?"

Rodimus laughs softly, choking down the sweet nausea. "Yeah. We're still friends.

The loudspeaker asks Rodimus to come to Magnus's office, and he starts for it. He gives Drift one more soft look before leaving. Maybe the ache will go away, but not today. Not when he can still feel the warmth from his lips.

[stardustloserdoll]

Hihi! Hope Ur doin well :)

I have a little bit of a picky-ish request? If ur not comfy writing it that’s cool!

can I get a Johnnie gulibert x male reader story where Reader is one year self harm clean and Johnnie and him celebrate by just doin smth small like buying a cupcake? offically one year free of self harm today so-

again no pressure!!! Love u!

HII i hope ur doing well too!! congratulations :)🫶🫶

confetti cupcake

male reader

"hey johnnie." i smiled closing the door behind me, taking a seat down next to him on the steps. “hey, what’s up.” johnnie smiled looking up at me, his arms resting on the steps. “watcha up to.” i asked, he shook his head “nothing, just watching the sunset. i nodded my head looking down at my shoes.

“um, johnnie. can i tell you something.” he nodded his head looking at me. “im one year clean.” johnnies eyes widened, a big smile forming on his face. “thats awesome y/n! im so proud of you!” johnnie leaned up giving me a tight hug kissing my cheek. “okay okay, you’re gonna suffocate me.” i laughed wrapping my arms around him. “you know what, we’re getting you a celebration cupcake.”

we sat down at a small table, taking the cupcakes out of the small box. i took my cupcake waiting for johnnie to get his. “confetti cupcakes?” i laughed licking the frosting off the wrapper. “why not! this is a celebration!” he laughed waving the cupcake. “im so proud of you y/n.” johnnie smiled leaning over to kiss me. “i love you.” “thank you johnnie. love you too.”

[smutracha]

Vellichor XIII

rewind <3 fast forward

tw: mafia, smut

Friday – Changbin

“Hey bubba, watcha doin?” Changbin walks into the surveillance room you and Innie are sat in, as the two of you yell at the main screen. “Hi Binnie, we’re playin viddy games.”, you say as he comes to stand behind you. “It sounded like you guys were trying to kill each other in here.”

“Ah hyung, I could never hurt a hair on y/n’s pretty little head. I despise the thought.” “Yeah well, I’m taking her from you anyway, we gotta go train.” “Noooooooo, why? How about you train and I wipe you down and give you water and kisses?”

“Princess… no, please don’t pout. Baby you know I gotta be strict about this.” “But m getting good, can’t I just have today off?” “Fine but only cause m gonna make your body hurt later anyway, but you’re still coming with me.” A chuckle escapes you just as Jeongin’s eyes widen. “Hah hyung-“ “Don’t be gross Jeongin, oh god not you too Y/N.” “You said it Binnie.”

“I don’t see how this is improving your workout but sure.” You say as youre perched on Changbins lap whle he fnishes up a set of bench presses. “I told you baby, motivation. Plus, I gotta teach you to spot me somehow.” “Only motivation I see here is the way your cock is pressing up against me.” “Exactly, gotta know what my reward is, don’t I?” “Icky boy.” He lets out a huff and groan while he sets down the bar. “Princess, you love it. There we go, all done.” He sits up and plants a quick kiss on your nose before he chases you up.

After he sets everything back in place he leads you back to his personal bedroom. The subtle smell of weed welcomes you as he grabs a towel before walking into the attached bathroom. Meanwhile you stay standing next to his bed trying to figure out where the source of the smell is. “Comin’ princess?” “Uh yeah it just smells like weed in here.” “Probably the weed.” “You smoke weed?” You say in shock, you didn’t mean for it to sound that way, just never thought of Changbin as the type to smoke. Never thought of any of these guys that way. “Yip, wanna smoke up before we go eat?” “I dunno, I’ve never tried that. I only smoked cigs.” “Aw you innocent little thing, it’s a plan then.” He’s stripped down and pulling you into the bathroom after him. “You’re gonna love it, gonna get you all soft and bubbly, so good and needy for me. God, m gonna fuck you so good, the boys won’t have a chance in hell when m done with you.” During his hushed yearning he manages to strip you naked and get the shower started before he lifts you with such incredible ease and places you in the shower. “M gonna corrupt you, princess. Maybe I should start now, what’ya say?” His gaze is predatory as he backs you against the wall of the steamy chamber. All you can manage is a soft nod as his eyes consume your naked figure now trapped against his own musculature. You were quite literally trapped between a rock and a hard place.

He picks you up abruptly, without a thought you go to wrap yourself around him and slowly he drops you lower and without warning plunges his rock-hard cock into you. “Stay still for me princess.” And then you feel it, a warmth flowing into you and it has you mewling for him your eyes rolling back as your nipples rub against his pecs and the sensation of him pissing in your cunt overcomes you. You feel so filthy and slutty, just as he wanted. “Good girl, taking my piss in your cunt like a dumb bitch. This’ll feel so much better when I get you all dumbed up on weed.” He brings his lips to your ear, “Told you m gonna corrupt you.” He growls and it sends your cunt spasming around him, he responds with a harsh thrust that plunges the tip of his cock against your cervix. “OH, fuck binnie.” You groan out in pain at the sheer force he uses to bruise you.

He trails a series of kisses against your neck as he keeps the same blunt force that has you whimpering in pain. “b-binnie please, please never stop. Oh god ah, it hurts so good bi-bin.”

He raises his head to send that same predatory glare straight through you. “Yeah baby? Cunt belongs to me yeah? Gonna cum that pretty little brain away for me?” Your cunt clenches around him at his words. “Fuck baby, pussy like a vice grip. Shit m gonna cum, cum with me princess.”

His eyes, his voice, his force, his muscle. It’s all too much, but then you feel him filling you with his cum and your body shakes with the force of the orgasm that crashes down on you.

“Fuck baby, promise me nobody else gets to mark your cunt like I do?” “P-promi-promise binnie.”

Changbin insisted he roll your first joint after he invited chris and jisung to join your inaugural smoke sesh. “I gotta do this for her, a princess should never lift a finger.” Jisung rolls his eyes at this, “What about her pinky?” “Ji, shut the fuck up and quit pouting. I’m rolling her first joint.”

“Babygirl, hiii.” Chris giggles as your wide eyes drag away from the sight of Changbin grinding the bud he so specifically picked out for you. You recall him scanning his stash as Jisung pulled out a rolling box from Changbin’s bedside drawer. “Green kush, the OG strain. Super mellow shit, wanna get my wound-up little princess feeling all floaty and warm.”

As your eyes focus on Chris waving his hand in front of you he smiles sweetly, “A bit lost there baby? Changbin fuck you that good?” “Ah hyung, you’ll never guess what she likes. When I say she’s one kinky bi-“ His words are cut off as you slam a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as you can’t believe what he nearly told them. “Binnie, shuttup please.” He nods, indicating for you to let go of his mouth.

Jisung laughs and changbin huffs before he gets back to the joint he was so happy to roll for you. “Geez baby, I know m in the biz but I really hate to waste good weed. So lucky I didn’t drop anything.”

“Y/n, you know we all know what he likes...” Chris whispers into your ear as he giggles at Changbin. “Must’ve loved it if it could get you this shy.” A hand trails over your nipple beneath Changbin’s oversized shirt. Your eyes flutter and your mouth gapes as his hands continue to tease your chest.

He presses soft kisses to your neck as something is pressed between your lips. Your eyes open to see Changbin holding the joint to your mouth, “Just take a deep breath. Atta girl, now hold it. You might cough. Breath out.” You let out a few coughs, but Chris never stops his fingers teasing your chest, “Good girl, so pretty, bet you can’t wait for Changbin to piss in you again.” He says it aloud this time, your eyes shoot open as Jisung now learns your secret. Your eyes find his as he puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Oh dove, it was pretty clear.”

He passes Chris the joint as you give up on feeling ashamed and move to cuddle into Changbin. The joint gets passed back around and your head clouds with your second and third hit, you can feel his hands on you and the way Jisung and Chris scan your body. By the end your practically latched onto Changbin, his lips melt you down and his eyes drive you insane. “Let’s go eat babe, think your appetite’s better?”

Dinner was amazing that evening, you had a healthy appetite and Minho happily fed you as you bounced about in Changbin’s arms. You were sat on his lap while he, Jisung and Changbin discussed a recent shipment which had gone missing. You broke away from your jeering at Seungmin about which of you two was a better ADC when Minho set your chopsticks down.

Minho smiled wide-eyed and happy to hear you ask for a second serving. “This has got to be the best food ever; Minho please marry me.” A fit of giggles escapes Jeongin as soon as your words hit the second eldest, “Hyung is blushing, hah.” Jisung stares at his hyungs face before blinking his big brown eyes at you. “Hyung, that’s so sweet. Your kitty wants to marry you.” “Shuttup she can have whatever she wants. Want more food, jagi?” “Yes please.” You bounce excitedly and Changbin digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you still. “Binne? What’s wrong?” “Please sit still, baby. Be good and I’ll give you a treat later.” He clenches his jaw against your shoulder, all the while Jisung whispers into Minho’s ear.

Minho continues to feed you, Changbin goes back to his conversation with the two other founders. It still shocks you that Jisung is one of the founding members of their little syndicate. He’d been influential in getting information out of people since day one. Changbin handled their combat, he was their muscle. Chris was the brain of the operation, a firce leader who’d faced life’s darkest nightmares and made it out alive. Lost in thought on their dynamic and how flawlessly they worked together, you didn’t notice minho’s lips coming to rest on the shell of your ear.

“Heard Binnie gave you a shower baby, pretty kitty’s deserve golden showers only.” You freeze and your cheeks go red, he comes back to look you in your eyes and smirks at you. “Full baby?” “Mhm, yip, Binnie I’m feeling cold, let’s go cuddle.”

[cherrysurf]

hi iris, can i have some mint choco chips with waffle cones? for the toppings i'll take some cheesecake bites and marshmallows for me and the boys from inarizaki (you can choose which character you are comfortable to write, is it fine to write more than one character in one fic? If no, then just write one of them)

thank you iris :3

hi so since you wanted multiple i’m hoping this is what you meant if not i apologize 😭

inarizaki comfort crew

platonic fic w/ f!reader

contains; miya twins, kita, suna and aran, hurt, comfort, crack, profanity, kita and yn are third years, vb manager yn

It was april the scorching heat was approaching and your period cramps got worse with the heat especially during afternoon practice after long hours at school and even longer hours at practice you sit on the bench with your hand on your lower abdomen trying to push away the pain, because you much rather be at home laying down or taking a nice nap with the ac blasting and wrapped up in a warm blanket but no you had to be a good manager and give it your all for these boys because it was your last year and you’d hate to disappoint.

Thankfully coach already knew the situation at hand and he understood since he had a wife and knew how hard it was for a women to endure the pain and because of this he allowed you to leave a bit earlier than everyone else, as you quietly pack up your things to leave your stopped by the twins “watcha doin trying to sneak outta practice early miss.yn” the annoying yellow blonde setter spoke “yeah that’s not very top manager of you is it now?” the silver haired twin added, you roll your eyes at their stupid comments “well today’s different. I really have to go now if you’ll excuse me.” you said trying to push pass through the doors that’s when suna pops in “really yn your hurting our hearts by leaving, we wanted to say a little bit longer to practice for the upcoming match” he said shaking his head trying to make you feel bad while the miya twins in the back nod their heads in agreement, your temper and hormones are fighting for their life not to snap at all three of them. The thing was you and all three of them including kita and aran went to the same middle school-high school together so you’d think they’d get the gist of stuff like this now but no. They don’t.

“You can still practice tomorrow, it's not that big of a deal, suna.” you say feeling the anger rising in your voice due to all the commotion kita and aran come over “what’s going on let’s get back to practice guys” kita says and then looks at you with your bag in hand “you’re leaving early?” he asked confused, unfortunately not even really kitas fault you end up yelling “yes i’m fucking leaving i’m bleeding and i’m cramping if you two fucking volleyball freak twins and the foxed looking instigator get the fuck outta my way i’m gonna actually crashout and quit” you say as you push your way out the door of the gym “oh shit. we messed up huh." Atsumu and Osamu say “big time” Aran says as he smacks the back of their heads “well…let’s finish practice and figure out how to fix this mess you guys made.” kita says before walking off as if he wasn’t stressed enough—

after getting home and thoroughly resting and eating you might’ve come off a bit too harsh to them boys, because when you yell at them you see them still being your little underclassmen that you’d feed and help with homework basically raising them as your own “my shayla’s” you say crying reminding yourself how adorable they used to be “ugh i’m so mean” you say after you finish your five minute sob session when you get a text from kita to come outside, which you do because you should apologize for what you said back there as you open your you find the twins and suna bowing down with snacks and drinks in hand yelling in unison “please don’t stop being our manager we need you” which made you giggle at the sight of it all “oh stand up you guys i’m not gonna quit i was just frustrated” you say sighing “im sorry though i shouldn’t have yelled” you added on “no we’re sorry we should’ve understood it was really wrong of us” kita said “it’s fine i’m just glad you guys are here i felt really bad” you said “you shouldn’t they deserve it yn” aran said smiling at the thought of you yelling at them for once “anyways we hope you enjoy these snack will see you tomorrow” kita says as he makes everyone get a move on “okay thanks i’ll see you guys tomorrow bye!” you yell waving them off “osamu and suna have your homework’s ready we’re gonna need to go over them tomorrow” you yelled then you see them run off to try to actually get started on that leaving the other three laughing “gosh what are they gonna do when i’m gone.” you say to yourself.

a/n- idk how i feel abt this but i think it’s funny and cute in theory of yn lwk being there school mom

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

Ayyyyy, I'm in my body again! So apparently my body decided to be a butt and crash out today too (UHG) so wassup watcha all doin.

[deer-hearted]

I... procrastinated.

Have a WIP of god knows what under working name of "There are two geniuses in the room, but nothing still gets done".

Full speech transcript below (cause there's hella lot of it, and my pencil got messy).

1. Stanford bothers Rick

R: (to himself) O-okay, come here, you nasty piece of-

F: (slams the door) RICK, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE

F: (slams the rock on Rick's work desk & throws off his entire experiment) This is pure fiction, I can't believe I have come across such a rare specimen!

R: What the..!

F: This is the best chance to study the properties of a silicon-based life form! Oh stars, this is just like in Star Trek, I bet Gordon J. from the University would eat his own tie if he (saw this with his own eyes).

R: (pissed off) I spent a month on this bacterial colony! What the hell?!

F: How about we find a means to ask it some questions? Will the necessary equipment be too hard to acquire? Or if it is already dead, we can perform an autopsy so it won't go to waste; just give me a minute to bring my notes and (gloves, so we can begin).

R: Is your ass even listening?! Fuck up your own desk!!!

R: (tired) That- that's it, I'm dumping your fucking rock into a volcano.

F: Do you think it will be melted?

R: U-uh.

F: Could we... fish it out later? To run some tests?

R: (even more tired) I hate you so much.

2. Rick bothers Stanford

R: (very drunk) H-hey, Fordsey, h-hey, watcha doin', buddy, how- how's it going?

F: (jolts awake) Gah!

R: It's- it's a matter of life and death, Fordsey. Life and death. Like, the real deal.

F: (still confused) Is someone hurt?

R: So there's- there's this world-

F: Yes?

R: ...where- where dolphins are the most intelligent (burps) creatures, and tonight is their big day, Fordsey.

R: (leans uncomfortably close) They- they have filmed their own version of Alien, Fordsey, the Alien with dolphins in it, this- this is going to be a blast, and today is the premiere day. I- I already bought us tickets. And they- they have that limited merchandise with an alien bursting out of dolphin's chest, and- and it's gonna cost a shit ton of blemflarks later...

F: (annoyed and definitely not impressed) Rick, in just two hours I have to be in XW-614 system to record its binary stars' collision for posterity.

R: (falls off the bed) We- we have to go now. So our future selves can die in peace.

F: (sighs) Why are you like that.

3. It is unknown to science as to why these two haven't murdered each other yet.

R: (sips his coffee) S-so, that Alien movie? I had a guy to copy it for me. We can watch it at home.

F: (very much not awake) Sweet.

R: And- and by the way, I didn't throw your rock into a volcano.

F: Is that so?

R: Nah, I totally did.

F: Great. I didn't hire that assassin for nothing, then.

R: Jokes aside, Pines, you didn't do it.

F: Guess, you'll have to wait and see.

(Rick passed out drunk on the floor)

(Stanford overslept the collision)

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes.

1.Eclipse: I’m totally useless. Moon: You’re not totally useless. Moon: You can be used as a bad example.

2.Ruin: Don't have a bookmark? Try ketchup instead!! Bloodmoon: What makes you think I read?

3.Lunar: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

4.Ruin: Watcha doin? Bloodmoon: Stealing my neighbour’s cat. Ruin: Scandalous. Ruin: Can I help?

5.Bloodmoon: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Eclipse: How? Bloodmoon: I need someone to take the fall. Eclipse: What did you do? Bloodmoon: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Sun, from the other room: Oh my god. Bloodmoon: … Sun: OH MY GOD! Eclipse: Make it a hundred. Bloodmoon: Deal.

6.Earth: Do you know a turtles only weakness? Moon: No… well, their slowness. Earth: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs. Earth: Now I have a plan. Earth: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

7.Bloodmoon: You're a lying piece of shit! Eclipse: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Earth: I'm leaving and I'm taking Lunar with me! Sun, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

8.Ruin: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. Eclipse: You know that's called a coma, right? Ruin: Ruin: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

9.Eclipse: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Eclipse lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

10.Moon: So, Bloodmoon and Ruin. Moon: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto… Bloodmoon: We had a bad day. Moon: And… MURDER?! Ruin: It was a pretty bad day…

11.after the Squad has been separated for a few years Eclipse: So what have you been up to recently? Lunar: Leading a revolution with Earth. Eclipse: Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob. Lunar: nods Oh, how cool! That's awesome! Eclipse: I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Ruin? Lunar: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Moon? Eclipse: Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. Bloodmoon? Lunar: Cult leader. Eclipse: Yeah, that sounds about right.

12.The Squad is playing Chess Ruin: easily beats everyone because they know how to play Bloodmoon: doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway Lunar: doesn’t know the rules, and loses Moon: knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t Eclipse: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so. Earth: They named a board game after cheese?

13.Eclispe: It’s illegal to look better than me. Bloodmoon: I guess we’re all going to jail then.

14.Ruin: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times. Moon: I hope you understand how food poisoning works. Ruin: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.

15.Eclipse: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Ruin, rushing in: Eclipse! Bloodmoon tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

16.Ruin: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Bloodmoon and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Bloodmoon.

17.Bloodmoon, after sneaking into Lunar’s bedroom: Hey, wake up! Lunar, half awake: Huh!? Bloodmoon: I just murdered your entire family! Lunar: …But I live alone. Bloodmoon: Huh? Then who are these people in your house??? Lunar: There’s people in my house? Bloodmoon: Well not anymore! Dumb bitch! You could’ve died! You’re welcome!

18.Sun: I want to be like a caterpillar. Lunar: Explain. Sun: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. Earth: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? Sun: Sun: That's just another highlight!

19.Eclipse: I need some help with my homework, Earth. Earth: What’s the assignment? Eclipse: I’m supposed to write a paper that presents both sides of an issue and then defends one of the arguments. Earth: What’s your issue? Eclipse: That’s the problem. I can’t think of anything to argue. Earth: That’s hard to believe. Eclipse: I’m always right and everybody else is always wrong! What’s to argue about?!

20.Bloodmoon: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Eclipse and Lunar's convo? Moon: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Earth: I'm in the washing machine. Sun: I'm in the closet. Moon: We accept you Sun. <3 Sun: No I'm literally in the closet. Moon: Love is love. <3