#(under the cut. soz)

[copperrook]

Eugene's robe is real and it is mine.

You'll forgive me for not wearing it off-shoulder right at the mo, since Tumblr has a problem with tiddies and all.

Construction details under the cut

Now if you read my tags on the previous post, you'll know that it was my intention to make this robe out of some silk that had been languishing in my fabric storage, small problem though

Not all of it is black

(Left two are raw silk, different weights, right's a haboti silk scarf)

Now that's an easy enough fix

I did have to do about three passes to get them to match though, as black is a notoriously hard colour to dye

Next one must make a mock-up out of an inferior material, this here is poplin.

Now if you were just making this costume-quality, this material would be fine, slap on a collar, hem and overlock this guy and he'll do great, I'm just extra.

You'll also note the piecing on the shoulders here, that is because i did not have enough silk to cut it all in one piece

That picture to the right is how much in total was left as offcuts from all the silk used.

Fun huh?

Does also mean it's not floor length, but on the plus side it's my preferred length anyway

Eugene proper doesn't need to move his legs when walking after all

Anyways then it was just a matter of sewing the whole thing together (no pics, soz) most of it is machine sewn (silk thread) with top stitched flat felled seams, that includes the split in the back where it essentially runs from a flat felled seam to a hem by just pressing outwards and tucking under.

The entire collar was whipped stitched down on the inside within the seam allowance to avoid any top stitching lines on the outside or nasty flappy bits on the inside. (And because haboti LOVES to warp, which was not entirely circumvented with this method)

The arms eye seams were also hand finished with an invisible felling whip stitch, and the sleeve bottoms hemmed with a sort of invisible pad stitch.

The several days worth of hand stitching just listed is why this took me a while.

And so i chose a good-enough scarf for a shash-yeah jk i made the sash from scratch out of yet more Haboti silk and dyed it.

I don't think it's quite dark enough so I may dye it again later.

If you want a approx amount of fabric that's in this piece, the robe is a bit over 4 meters of silk Total?

And the sash is about 3mx70cm on top of that.

Now I'm gonna go luxuriate in this robe I stole from our fictional son, happy S3 E2 of Midnight Alley y'all!

[osachiyo]

" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

ps. reblog to show your favorite writers support, they're greatly appreciated ! <3

⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

Your train of thought got cut off abruptly when Dazai slapped his hand over your mouth, before his hushed voice reached your ears, "shh, stay still f'me, sweetheart."

You were about to question it when you heard the president's voice from just behind the door. The door of the room you were currently getting your back blown out in.

"Yes, I keep hearing strange noises from this one room in particular," you heard fukuzawa's muffled voice — the thought of your boss catching you in the act made your pussy flutter around Dazai’s length, making the brunette grunt in response.

"Are you trying to get us caught, darl'?" Dazai hissed into your ear — oops, you unintentionally clenched down again upon hearing the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily Dazai was ready for it this time, and managed to bite down on your shoulder before he could get a sound out.

"W-what do we do, 'samu? He’s gonna come in!" you whisper-yelled, panic settling in your bones when you saw the doorknob rattle — but before he could unlock the door fully, you heard the high pitched voice of another worker, "president! an important client has come to personally see you."

"Hm, alright. looks like i'll have to tell someone else to take a look in this room later. Let’s go,"

You let out a breath of relief once the footsteps faded away, leaving you both in complete silence until dazai decided to speak up —

"You clenched reaaal hard when he was about to open the door — don't tell me you actually wanted us to get caught, did you, naughty girl?"

⁰² 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 — having you suck him off in his office

Chuuya's job as an executive of the mafia is stressful, to say the least. Not to mention some of the idiotic workers not doing their job right never fails to make his blood pressure go especially high — his anger issues doesn't help his case at all. But what does help is his sweet sweet girlfriend giving him some... 'under the table service' at work.

Chuuya's fist slammed against the hardwood desk, a loud 'thwack!' echoing in the room,

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" he sneered at the poor man in front of him — who couldn't help but flinch at seeing his boss so angry at him failing to complete a simple report.

Truth be told, Chuuya wasn’t really that mad at the worker, for the report at least — he was just.. super on edge from you deep-throating his cock under the goddamn table. He struggled to think properly, and the poor worker interrupting his private moment with you really ticked him off. Can you really blame him though?

How could he think straight with your skilled tongue swirling around his glossy tip so sinfully — fucking tease. Oh and the way you peered up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes glazed with a dreamy haze.

It all made his head spin like crazy.

“-ir, I can re-do it if you would like me to..” Chuuya’s train of thought unfortunate got cut off short, blue eyes snapping back to the man before him — right, the report.

“A-ahem — alright. Have it finished by 6 pm.”

Chuuya hated the way his voice cracked, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried not to moan out loud when you fully took him nose deep in that right, sweet little throat— shamelessly rutting your hips into his crazy expensive slacks, rubbing your juices all over the smooth, polished material.

You felt Chuuya’s fingers entangle themselves in your hair immediately after hearing the ‘click’ of the door shutting — the guy must’ve finally left.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you were pulled up from the cold, hard floor — and being shoved onto the desk instead.

You felt your pussy throb in your lacy panties as Chuuya spread your legs open — two fingers pressing and prodding at your cunt before sliding the flimsy material to the side,

“Now, let’s get into the real fun, shall we darl’?”

⁰³ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 — teaching tecchou how to eat you out properly

Jouno was a good friend. Even though he might've had a tendency to be a little harsh and.. sadistic at times, he wasn't a bad person. I mean, he had to be atleast a decent person for teaching his inexperienced co-worker how to eat pussy — specifically, his own girlfriend's.

"No, not like that you fucking idiot —" Jouno grumbled, pulling Tecchou's head off of your cunt as he blinked in confusion like a lost puppy, sticky strings of your arousal still attached to his lips. "What do you mean? She's clearly enjoying it.."

"I mean that you can do better. You do want to make her feel fuckin' amazing, don't you?" Jouno raised a questioning brow. "Well, of cour—" "Then start acting like it."

A gasp left your honeyed lips when Tecchou's face was pushed back against your cunt — hot tongue working with even more fervor as he ate you out like he had been starving for days.

"Oh fuck — feels so g-good, sai," you whimpered out — head thrown back and your tongue threatening to loll out from the sheer pleasure the man between your legs was giving you. "Yeah, baby? Feels good when Tecchou eats that sweet cunt out reaaaaal good, huh?" Jouno's tone was condescending — his lips curled up into a cocky smirk.

“Y’smell so sweet - taste so sweet -” Tecchou's voice was low and dripping with need — your pussy throbbed from just how desperate he sounded.

"A-ah shit - can feel you throbbin' on my tongue, princess —" he groaned, tongue flattening against your clit as he shook his head side to side.

You babbled out Jouno’s name like a prayer — all while the man between your legs worshipped your cunt like it was his god, pink tongue repeatedly flicking your clit, making you see stars as your hole stretched around two of his slim fingers.

“Please — wanna c-cum s’ba- mmh!- ,” you let out a strangled noise as a harsh slap landed on your soaked pussy, clit throbbing as you threw your head back once more. “Fuckin’ slut, so damn eager to cum on another man’s tongue in front of your boyfriend, hmm?”

“Don’t — ah fuck, squeezin’ so tight ‘round my fingers, baby - don’t be so mean, Jouno,” Tecchou threw a side glare to the man next to him, which only earned a shrug from said man, “quit talking and enjoy the meal, dumbass. She’s close.”

And enjoy the meal he did — lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices so enthusiastically you’d think that he hadn’t eaten in days.

⁰⁴ 𝐎𝐃𝐀 — morning sex with him

Mornings with your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, were sweet, blissful and filled with love. Sometimes he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's the least he can do considering everything that you do for him, is what he says. But sometimes — you crave him instead of the delicious food.

“My pretty girl,” Oda smiled sleepily, moving some of your hair out of your face to admire your effortless beauty — blissfully unaware to how his deep morning voice made your heart flutter in your chest, and your pussy throb with need.

You grinned back, scooting closer into his arms as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, “pretty enough to fuck?”

Oda raised a questioning eyebrow, full lips curling into a grin, "oh? that's the game we're playing, love?" Strong arms wrapped around your bare figure, the marks of last night still fresh on your skin — a reminder to how he fucked you dumb on his cock only a few hours prior.

You felt your face burn from the memories of last night rushing back into you — god, you two were insatiable - you're sure Oda fucked you in every single position in the book, and it did nothing but make you crave him more.

"Still with me, darling?" he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as big, calloused hands found themselves groping at your tits, pinching at your cute nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

"O-oda—"

"shhh, baby — lemme do all the work, yeah?"

And that's how you ended up with your face pressed into the pillows — silken bedsheets tangled around your bodies as Oda fucked his fat girth into your sopping cunt nice 'n deep.

A large hand was pressing your back into the meanest arch ever — strong hips slamming against the fat of your plush ass with each deep thrust, thick mushroom tip prodding at your g-spot - making you bleat out your husband's name pitifully. Oda only pushed your head deeper into the soft pillows — clearly too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

He watched his cock slipped in and out of your pussy so easily — your slick covering his balls down to his thighs. Oda groaned deeply in his throat as he watched a creamy ring form around the base of his cock — your cunt sucking him in so eagerly that he almost thought it hurt for you to let him go.

You let out a particularly loud moan as Oda's cock hit that one spot in you — you could only bite down on the pillow as your eyes shut closed, pussy slobbering shamelessly all over his length.

"Oh? Did you like— argh! - t-that spot, sweet girl?"

⁰⁵ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 — fucking you in your sleep

Sigma was a busy man — with running the sky casino and being part of the decay of angels didn't leave too much alone time with just him and you — especially for some.. intimacy. You knew he needed to relieve himself someway — all that workload while being pent up as fuck certainly wasn't good for him. Plus, you have been craving him as well.. so you came up with an easy solution.

The door to your shared bedroom clicked open — your beloved boyfriend, Sigma, letting himself in as his eyes racked over the entire room, searching for anything out of the ordinary — you did tell him that you had a surprise for him, after all.

Upon finding nothing, he stalked over to the bed, confusion lacing his features as he glanced over at your sleeping form. Slender hands slowly slipped the soft blanket off of you and oh —

It all clicked suddenly.

The lavender coloured lace suited your complexion so perfectly, the expensive material hugging your features like it was made for you. Sigma gulped, eyes fixating on the way your tits were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric — your stiff nipples very much visible to his hungry gaze.

It wasn't long before he had his face buried between your plush thighs — Sigma was so desperate, not even bothering to take the lingerie off your body. Besides, why would he when you just looked way too good in it?

He was practically eating you out through the thin lace — nose bumping against your clothed clit as his tongue tried to push deeper into your cunt. You had him in a chokehold — but he couldn't care less.

Sigma's slim hips were rutting into the expensive sheets — precum leaking from his sensitive tip as he tried his best not to cum untouched just from tasting your sweet pussy, but fuck, you were making it so hard for him.

He felt his cock throb in his pants when you started letting out soft moans and sighs in your sleep — or were you even asleep anymore? He didn't know and neither did he care — mind too focused on making you cum on his pretty face.

"ohh s-shit — best surprise - sluurrp - e-ever—" he whined into your cunt, spitting directly into your sticky hole before slurping it all back up.

Safe to say, he definitely enjoyed your little surprise.

© 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ─ do not copy/translate/repost and/or recommend any of my works on different platfroms under any circumstances. reblogs greatly appreciated !

[miiyas]

MEND (soz, ma)

what do you do if toji snaps during an argument and breaks your favorite flower vase

wc: 978, angst to fluff, gn reader, tw is in the summary it’s nothing much, i lowk hate the way i wrote reader soz not soz, not proof read

toji does his best not to angry at you. he really, really does. but this argument has been squeezing his brain like a knotted muscle, something he couldn’t relax or sooth. and now, his usual patience has worn thin, and with a sudden, swift move, he shatters the flower vase closest to him, big arms taking up the whole proximity.

you flinch back, freezing with terror in your eyes as you watch water pool on the ground, hearing heavy breathing from your boyfriend. his eyes are covered up partly with his eyes and his big hands clutch on the nearest furniture, hunching his back over. not even a minute passes before he straightens his back and walks towards the small genkan, slipping his shoes on before leaving without another word, leaving you to deal with the scraps of glass and flower petals scattering on the ground.

toji doesn’t return until three and a half hours later, some time after midnight. the jingle of his pair of keys echo in the dark entryway, head hanging low as he watches himself slowly take off his shoes next to your smaller ones. he scoots them a little closer with the side of his feet, gazing down at the difference in style and size for a moment before stepping in. he brings a hand towards the wall to flick on the soft glow of the hallway lights, casting a shadowy path towards the kitchen. his other hand holds a small grocery bag gently rustling in his hands. it spills out with a bouquet (he did his best to find whatever store was open, staying for a good twenty minutes searching for pretty flowers that had even the smallest hint of your favorite color) and two new flower vases similar to the ones he had shattered.

fushiguro is already placing the bag down by the small, circular dining table, stripping the flowers out of its plastic with whatever quietness he could make and cuts the stems at the inch and angle you always scold him to cut it at. without any haste in his movement, he carefully arranges the two vases with whatever creative talent he had. he pulls back a chair and sits heavily, not minding the creak of it. no, he’s too focused on the two vases anyways. and how he should apologize. fuck, he should apologize right now. wake you up and literally go on his knees.

he leans back on the backrest, running a hand through his hair as his vision blurs and sees the world upside down. and just as he’s almost convinced that his eye sight has gotten worse, he sees your figure standing a few feet away from him. he stumbles in his seat before quickly getting on his feet, a hand gripping on the backrest as if he was about to pass out, needing it for support.

“… you okay ?” you whisper shyly, fingers twisting the hem of your sleepwear. toji notices the croak of your voice and the way your under eyes have puffed up and reddened, and he swallows a thick lump down his throat. despite it all, you’re still so kind to him. a pure angel.

“… yeah.”

“mm.”

you’re eyes flickered over towards the two vases, vibrant hues of flower petals shining beneath the light. your swallow back a shaky voice, but your remaking bottom lip doesn’t defend you.

“you bought new ones ..?”

“‘m so sorry, ma.”

your choke out a sob, bringing the back of your hand up to your eyes to wipe them gently, salty tears spilling out as you try to stop them, not wanting your eyes to be even puffer than they already were. toji catches the sight of your bandaged fingers and he takes a stride forward. than another. and another. and another until his big arms wrap around your smaller frame as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“‘m sorry, ma. promise ‘ya i am.” he can feel you shake your head on his chest, trying to speak out a sentence without stumbling on your words. you know he isn’t good with his words, he’s never been. toji’s too cocky for his own good, and sometimes, in times of need like this, it becomes his biggest enemy.

“‘m sorry, ‘ji, i was talking and talking and—”

“nah, don’worry. ‘like it when you yell at me, anyways.” he pulls back slightly to see your face, all red and snot dripping down your nose as you fanned your face with a hand. toji grins slightly, bringing a big, calloused hand on your face to wipe off the fat tears away from your cheeks. “deserved it, didn’t i ?”

“no ..”

“well, i think i did. i broke your favorite vase ‘n everything.” he bends his back slightly to press a gentle kiss on your cheekbone, tucking in your hair with unfamiliar gentleness. that gets a weak chuckle out of you, but it was good enough for toji.

“… maybe you did deserve it.”

“yeah, maybe.” another gentle kiss is placed on your cheek, quickly trying to reduce the amount of tears in your glossy eyes. “flowers aren’t gonna fix it, isn’t it.”

you wipe the drool of snot away from your nose and toji grabs the edge of his t-shirt and lifts it slightly to wipe away your wet cheeks, crunching down a frown as he sees you stain his shirt with your mucus.

“it fixed a bit of it.” you sniffle out, giving him a weak smile before glancing back at the bundle. the table is messy and the air smells like a greenery, but that’s okay. well, maybe not okay. you’ll give toji a good smack on the head that’ll leave a bump for a few days and ban him to the couch for a while, but this is a step.

[sescoups]

favorite coworker - choi vernon

masterlist

word count: ~5.3k (i'm so sorry)

summary: vernon is your favorite. he just gets you. of course you can't resist him - not that you would ever want to.

a/n: this is definitely NOT proofread, and i'm sorry. idk i just have the fattest crush on vernon, honestly i can't be held accountable

18+, MDNI!!! warnings under the cut <3

warnings: oral (m. receiving), making out, creepy old man (he doesn't do anything, he's just a creep), mention of vomit, lmk if i missed anything! <3

“Wait so hang on, you mean to tell me you’ve never what..? Gone down on a guy?”

“Oh yell it out, why don’t you,” you groan, smacking your forehead into the counter. Thank fuck you just cleaned it.

Vernon is your coworker at the record store in the middle of the city. He’s super chill, does what he’s supposed to but doesn’t stress out or get pissy if you’re having a bad day and work slowly. He’s great. He’s just… a bit unaware of his surroundings, a lot of the time. You’re lucky only two people are in the store at the moment, or you would have simply passed away.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. “I just kinda can’t believe it? I mean, you’ve had sex for sure, right?”

“Yes, Vernon.” You roll your eyes and glare at an old man who is shamelessly looking you up and down. “I’ve had sex before. Just not a lot, I guess. And why is it so hard to believe?”

Had he been looking at your face, your raised eyebrow might have tipped him off to the fact that he should drop the topic and back off. Unfortunately, in typical Vernon fashion, he was doodling nonsense on a notepad, so he missed it completely.

“Well I mean, you’re hot,” he said before finally looking up at you. He started tapping his pen against the counter, leaning his weight on one hand against the counter. “You’re also pretty open about your life in general, so I just figured two plus two equals one, you know.”

“What the fu- Vernon. Think about what you just said.”

“Oh fuck. Yeah I deserved to fail math in high school.”

You burst into laughter at his words. This is exactly why you love Vernon, and why he’s your favorite coworker. You’re laughing so hard you barely manage to greet the new customer who just entered the store. Your coworker is smiling, satisfied with his ability to make you laugh.

The old man who is still eyeing you, now with extra focus on your boobs, comes up to the register just as you manage to sober up from your laughing fit. You clear your throat and turn to face him, giving him a tiny smile in the spirit of customer service. Apparently a mistake.

“Excuse me, sweetheart,” he starts, running his tongue over his front teeth in what you suspect is supposed to be a seduction attempt. “Would you mind maybe showing me some of the records you have in the back?”

The smile leaves your face immediately, and you’re about to absolutely emaciate him when Vernon cuts in to make sure you do not lose your job over some smarmy geezer.

“She cannot, sir. It’s store policy. Soz.”

You hold your snort in, but barely. The old man huffs and glares at the man next to you, crossing his arms over his chest. Honestly, you’re curious at this point. You’ve never seen Vernon handle confrontation - again, very chill dude - but you also know he is very protective over his friends.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the old man says with an eye roll. “I was talking to the pretty young lady.”

His smile sends a shiver down your spine, and you take a deep breath. The old man watches your boobs rise and fall. Seriously, fuck this guy. You force the customer service smile back on your face because you actually really like and need this job, and decide this sack of shit isn’t worth it.

“He’s right, sir. It’s against store policy, and I’m currently on register duty. If there is a specific record you wish to see, we can look it up in the system.”

“I’ll keep looking for a while… in case you change your mind.”

The way he winks at you makes your blood boil, and it’s a wonder your teeth don’t crack from the pressure of your jaw. The man walks away, and so does Vernon. He can’t really kick the guy out unless he does something physical, so you don’t know what he’s trying to do. Soon, though, your confusion melts into amusement and glee as you watch your coworker follow the man around the store, loudly dissing his music taste whenever he picks up a record. He keeps walking just a little bit too close for comfort, and after about three minutes, the man gives up.

You take huge pleasure in the way the man skulks out, hands in his pockets and back hunched over as if he’s trying to get away from something - or someone. Returning to the register, Vernon grins to himself and resumes his doodling without a word. You shake your head in amazement before going to help the other two customers in the store.

The next time you’re working with Vernon, you have the closing shift. Usually only one person is supposed to stay back after closing and clean up, but you just received a large shipment of vinyls that need to be sorted and placed into protective sleeves, so the two of you are working overtime together.

It’s a pretty slow shift, and the two of you pass the time by playing music for one another and guessing the artist and the title. You’re much better at it than he is, but only because you’re good at memorizing things; he has a far more varied music taste than you, and would easily have won had he remembered more than two song names and five artists. As per the terms of the game, the loser has to go out to get the dinner you preordered from a restaurant down the street. It’s not far, but it’s raining, so you’re glad to be exempt.

While your colleague is gone, you close out the register and sweep the floor so you only have the vinyl sorting left after you’ve eaten. The break room smells like wet dog and Doritos, so you bring two chairs out together with the foldable table that you’re going to use to sort the vinyls. Since no one is in the store anyway, you can people watch through the windows while you eat.

Vernon comes back in just as you finish setting up, soaking wet from the pouring rain. You coo at him when he shivers, and he shoots you a playful glare. He ends up holding his glare for all of two seconds before a wide smile stretches across his face.

“I left an extra shirt here at some point, do you think it smells like teenage boy?”

You escape the break room with two plates and some utensils in hand, laughing at his question and probably unfortunate fate.

“Because of the proximity to the break room? Probably. That shit is unavoidable.”

He grimaces before taking his jacket off, hanging it on a hook behind the register. He disappears to change while you plate the food, humming to yourself. You try not to think about how he’s probably half naked right now, and turn your attention to the fact that he most likely will smell atrocious to keep your head on straight.

You do love Vernon. He’s a great coworker, obviously, and he’s a great friend too, but that’s not really the full extent of it. You’ve been battling your crush on him for months now, because it’s pretty clear that he isn’t interested in you. Besides, if you ever did date, things would get awkward at work if you broke up. No, he is one of those people who should stay firmly at arm’s length. Unfortunately.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud bang, making you jump a good foot in the air.

“What the fuck, Nonnie?”

“Sorry,” he grimaces, checking that the door he managed to fling directly into the wall hadn’t done any damage. “I tripped.”

“Only you, Vern,” you sigh. “Well, food is ready to go. Let’s eat!”

The meal, consisting of some kimchi jjigae, rice and side salad, passes by in relative silence. You occasionally hum in content, and Vernon often slurps his jjigae really loudly which prompts you to giggle. He always looks glad to have amused you, and you need to look away often in order to control your emotions.

“Dude,” he groans after his third serving, “I’m so fucking full.”

“I’m not the one who got an order for five people, genius,” you groan back, your own stomach feeling like a water balloon. “So good though.”

“So good,” he nods earnestly.

You can’t stand to look at him like this; you need something to do with your hands. So you stand up and stretch, which actually does help the food settle in your stomach a bit. Your hair, tied in a bun to avoid getting any food in it, comes down to release some of the pressure on your scalp, and then you feel ready to get started.

“Take all the time you need, man, but I’m gonna start on the first box. I want to get home before dawn, if I can.”

He flashes you a thumbs up and slumps against the table to enter into a food coma. You scoff at him and shake your head before clearing the dishes from the table. Thank God you have a dishwasher in the break room.

You bring out the first box and start sorting it, referencing the list you have as you go to take inventory. It’s repetitive work, but it’s kind of soothing, too. You do your best to make the plastic of the vinyl coverings crinkle as little as possible, wanting Vernon to rest for as long as he needs to. Three servings of kimchi jjigae would make anyone drowsy.

The first sign that he is still alive comes ten minutes later when he starts drumming a random rhythm on the table. You snort when you recognize the rhythm, pausing with a vinyl halfway into its covering.

“You can’t drum the melody to Dun Dun Dance, Vernon.”

“I can do whatever I want,” he protests weakly, cheek still pressed firmly against the table surface. “But nicely done. What about this one?” He drums out another rhythm, and now that you know it’s a melody he’s following, you recognize it quicker.

“That’s Candy by H.O.T.”

“Nice.”

“You gonna work or rest, bud?”

Vernon whines at your words and rolls his head to rest his forehead against the table instead. You wait patiently as he gathers the strength to sit up properly and kick a box of vinyls over to him when he seems more alive.

“Life isn’t fair,” he pouts, “I just did so much work eating all that food, and now I gotta do more?”

“It’s like that,” you agree absentmindedly, marking off a stack of vinyls on your list. “Can you turn on some music, please? The silence is creepy.”

He nods and connects his phone to the store speakers, choosing the playlist the two of you created together on a similar night of overtime. After that, the two of you slip into a rhythm together, unpacking vinyls, checking the list, and then putting them into a protective sleeve. It’s mostly silent aside from the music, and sometimes Vernon drums along to the beat on the table, but it’s comfortable. You kind of don’t mind spending a few hours like this.

When you’re two thirds through the stack of boxes, you both decide to take a break. Your saint of a colleague brews some coffee, and you hop onto the checkout counter to browse through your phone while your brain cells take a well-deserved rest.

“Bless you,” you say as you accept a mug full of coffee. “We’re making pretty good time today, eh?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, taking a sip and wincing at the scalding temperature. “We haven’t really been talking, so.”

“That jjigae really took you out, huh?”

“Oh yeah.”

You grin at him and blow gently over your coffee. It’s still too hot to drink, as evidenced by the steam rising from it, but the smell alone is kind of waking you up. Vernon grabs your attention by clearing his throat gently, and you turn to look at him. He’s fidgeting a bit with a pen left on the counter close to your thigh.

“I, uh… I wanted to say I’m sorry about that dude the other day. The creepy one. I probably should have kicked him out, but I didn’t know if I could…”

Your heart melted a little in your chest. It was obvious he had been carrying this around with him, mulling it over and worrying about it. About you. It was endearing, and dangerous for your heart. You bit your lip and placed your coffee mug on the counter next to you.

“It’s okay,” you say earnestly. “He sucked, and I was uncomfortable, but you still made him leave. I didn’t feel like I was in danger or anything, so don’t worry about it.”

“I just feel like it’s partially my fault, for kind of yelling about the fact that you’ve never sucked a dick before.” You’re incredibly grateful that you weren’t drinking coffee at that moment, because you definitely would have spat it out all over the floor. His bluntness never ceased to surprise you. It was unbearably adorable. “I should be more aware of my surroundings, especially when talking about something sensitive like that.”

“Well,” you start, pausing thoughtfully. “I don’t really think that man would have acted differently either way, to be honest with you. Men like that are just… like that. I also don’t really care who knows I’ve never given a blowjob before. It doesn’t matter, at the end of the day. I haven’t done it because I haven’t slept with anyone who’s dick I wanted to suck, and that’s all. I just wish I knew how sometimes, you know?”

He shuffles his weight around at your words, shifting from foot to foot. He’s still fumbling with the pen on the counter, but now his fingers are clumsier than usual. You glance up at his face only to find him staring into empty space in front of him. You figure you made him uncomfortable with your oversharing.

“Sorry. That was TMI.”

“No,” he answers quickly. “We share everything. I told you when I threw up on Seungkwan’s lap and cried because I felt bad, didn’t I?” You smile at the reminder and nod. He finally meets your eyes again. “I was just thinking, you know.”

“What about?”

Vernon’s mind is the most fascinating thing to you. The way he thinks is so out of the box and different, and so beautiful. He has shown you the lyrics he writes for his friend Jihoon sometimes, and they’re so poetic you find yourself turning them over in your mind for days afterward. And the best part about it is that he always answers you when you ask what’s going on inside his head. He grants you access to his thoughts and feelings, and it’s the greatest gift you’ve ever received.

“Well. I don’t know if this is going to come off as creepy or not,” he warns, “but I was thinking like… Maybe you should just get it over with.”

“Get what over with?” Your eyebrow rises as you ask the question, and his furrow in response.

“I just mean that you could know how to give a good blowjob, if you wanted to. You could just… pick someone to sleep with. And ask them to teach you. You know?”

“Nonnie,” you start, and your bewildered tone makes him shrink a little. “You really believe the best of people, don’t you?”

“Well- I mean yes, but I didn't mean you should just sleep with anyone. You could just pick someone you already know.”

His words give you pause. You have plenty of friends in possession of a penis, but the thought of sleeping with most of them feels kinda gross. The one exception is… Well, Vernon. And you sincerely doubt that he is offering himself up. So you do what you always do and make a joke to force your mind away from the thought of sucking on your friend’s dick until he cums for you.

“What, are you offering?”

“I mean, yeah,” he shrugs.

You stop breathing. He is actually, genuinely offering to teach you how to suck dick. More specifically, his dick. The one that has been the star of many of your more illicit fantasies. You want to say yes so badly, want to finally get the experience of being something more to him, but you also don’t want to get ahead of yourself. But…

The room is silent while you’re thinking. You feel his eyes on the side of your face, feel the way he’s cataloging every emotion that overtakes your features, and you swallow harshly. Your heart is beating out of your chest and your hands are shaking, and your brain is running a mile a minute with no end in sight.

Then Vernon places his hand on your thigh. His touch is warm but light, ready to pull away as soon as you want him to, but it’s enough to bring your soul back into your body and get a grasp on your thoughts and feelings. You bite your lower lip and breathe in deeply before letting it go. Yeah, you’re doing this.

“I uh, I’m going to need some guidance,” you say, and you almost miss the way your friend’s eyes widen at your words.

“O-Of course. And if you want to stop at any time, just like, tell me, yeah?”

You smile at the comfort his words bring you. “Yeah.”

There is silence once again, but this one is heavy with a different kind of tension. You both know what’s happening, but you don’t know what your next move should be. Technically, you should be working and saving any… other activities for your own free time, but you don’t think waiting is something you’re capable of at this point.

He is the one to make the first move, placing his half-empty mug on the counter and placing himself between your legs. His hands find a place on your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt slightly. Sitting on the counter means you’re a little bit taller than he is, but you really don’t mind it. He holds your gaze for a few seconds before his left hand lifts to cup your face.

“Are you okay with kissing?” His voice is a bit deeper than normal, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make heat pool between your legs. “I understand if not, but-”

You interrupt him with a gentle kiss. His lips are pillowy against yours, smooth and plump. You thank your past self for bullying him into using chapstick, because you can honestly say that this might be your favorite kiss ever.

Vernon’s hand moves from your jaw to rake through your hair, and you moan a little when his fingers catch a little in the back. He responds by stepping even closer to you and sliding his entire arm around your back, your chest pressing against his deliciously. The only thought going through your mind is the fact that you are kissing your favorite coworker, and how you really, really want to bury his cock in your throat.

He chases after you when you pull away slightly to catch your breath, and you don’t even mind that the oxygen deprivation is making you dizzy. You slump against him a little when he tugs on your hair again, and you move to return the favor. As soon as you pull on the hair at the back of his neck, he forces himself to pull away and gulp down some air.

His eyes are glazed over, his lips slick with a mix of your and his saliva, and his chest is rising and falling where it’s pressed against yours. It's painfully attractive. He rasps out a quiet groan and leans his forehead against yours. You love the feeling of his harsh breaths hitting your face and answer back with your own.

You feel like you’re in a bubble, because the world around you feels muted and time feels like it has stopped moving. You wouldn’t be surprised if the earth had stopped spinning.

“Sorry,” he breathes. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent. “I just really wanted to do that.”

“Stop apologizing,” you respond, bringing your hand onto his head to scratch at his scalp. “I liked it. Maybe a bit too much.”

Your words bring a whine out of Vernon, and he squeezes you tighter. You’re still on top of the counter, but you can feel his bulge against the inside of your thigh. It twitches against you every time you tug at the ends of his hair, and it makes you smile.

One of your hands snakes down and cups him through his jeans. He reacts strongly despite the thick material separating you. His willingness to show you how good you make him feel make you fall for him all over again. As if he wasn’t already perfect enough.

“Y/N,” he gulps when you move your hand against him, “we’re taking this at your pace, and I can go as slowly as you want to, but I think I might go insane if I don’t get these pants off.”

You giggle breathlessly as you pull away from him, and he forces himself to take a step back from you. You lean back on your hands, your knees still spread from where he was standing previously. He’s distracted for a few seconds before he finally remembers to unbutton his jeans and tugs them down his legs.

The bulge had been apparent through the jeans, but you can truly tell how hard he is when they come off. The way he twitches in his boxers is so obvious you almost feel bad for him. You decide it’s time you follow through and receive your lesson.

You hop off the counter and slide onto your knees in front of him. It’s unfair how attractive he is even from this angle, you think, and slide your hands up his thighs. You’ve given handjobs before, so it’s not exactly your first time touching a dick, but the goal is different now. This time, your hands are just the warmup and not the main event. You’re just hoping you can bring him some sort of pleasure in spite of your inexperience.

“Tell me how to start,” you whisper up at him. He blinks a few times at the sight of you before sucking in a deep breath.

“Yeah,” he rasps. His throat is already dry with anticipation. “I uh, I mean everyone is different when it comes to this stuff, so uh-”

“Just teach me what you like, Nonnie.” Your hands are massaging his thighs, nails digging into his skin every now and then. Whenever they do, you can feel him shudder.

“O-Oh, okay,” he breathes, sounding broken already. “I prefer skipping the handjob first, I guess. I really l-like the feeling of licking, especially at the tip, and uh-” He is becoming redder by the second. “One step at a time. Uhm, start by removing my boxers.”

You nod obediently and slide your hands up to his lower tummy, watching the expressions of pleasure as they take over his face. You assume you will never get to do this again, so you do your best to burn it all into your mind for later use on lonely nights spent with your vibrator. He shudders again when your nails scratch his skin lightly. Your fingers curl around the hem of his underwear and tug.

His cock is beautiful. It’s pretty long, curving slightly towards his stomach, and the tip of it is a perfect shade of peach. Your mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste it, and you eye the drop of precum spilling from the tip. You gently shuffle closer, but he stops you.

“Sorry, you’re fine, I just need something to lean against,” he explains when you look at him in fear of having done something wrong. He maneuvers you both so that he’s leaning against the counter you were sitting on not five minutes ago, and you’re in front of him.

“What now, Nonnie?” you ask, his eyes shutting and chest expanding to accommodate a deep breath.

“You should probably just uh, stroke me a few times first. Then uhm, then you can do whatever you want.” You blink at him a few times, trying to indicate that he’s supposed to be teaching you how to do this. For once, he gets the hint. “Like I said, I uh, like licking. When you take me in you just have to make sure not to like, bite me. Other than that, you can take it at your own speed and depth - for your comfort, of course, but I’m also not picky.”

You admire the flush decorating his cheeks and neck. He looks so good like this, towering over you and looking at you like you hold the answer to his ultimate pleasure. You try to convince yourself that you do, that you will be able to listen and follow his guidance well enough that this will feel good for him. You decide that you will.

Raising your right hand, you grip him tightly in your fist. It makes him suck in a breath, and you feel the muscles in his thighs tense up. You pump him a few times, going slow and using his precum as lube. It’s not enough, of course, but you will move on soon.

“Fuck…” he heaves, leaning back onto the counter even more. He looks into your eyes and swears again. “Please, sweetheart, as soon as you’re ready, I-I want-”

You cut him off by pressing your tongue against the head of his dick. The flavor is salty and a little bit bitter, but it tastes like heaven. Your eyes briefly slip closed as you continue kitten-licking at his slit, and he lets out a winy moan. You open your eyes and look at him, only to find him with his head tilted back to look at the ceiling.

“How is this?” you pause to ask, continuing before he’s had time to answer.

“Good, baby,” Vernon answers through his labored breathing. “So, so good. Keep going, you’re doing great.”

The praise bolsters your confidence, and you give a long lick from his base to his tip. The motion makes him moan again, so you repeat it a few more times. In no time at all, his cock is covered in a mixture of your saliva and his own precum. You decide it’s time to try and take him in your mouth - both because you’ve teased him enough, but you’re also too impatient to wait anymore.

His tip breaches the heat of your mouth , and you find you have to open your jaw quite a bit to accommodate him. A punched out groan leaves him, and one of his hands comes down to tangle in your hair. When a strand of it falls in front of your face, he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of your head.

You love the weight of him on your tongue, and dare to sink down a bit lower. He hits the top of your mouth. You gag around him, and he gently pulls you off of him to check on you.

“You okay? You don’t have to keep going,” he reminds you. It only serves to make you more determined to make him cum down the back of your throat.

“What can I do better?” you ask while stroking him in your hand. You still want to improve.

“Honestly?” he wheezes, his hips jumping of their own accord. “You’re doing great.” You glare a bit at him, and he smiles down at you apologetically. “Sorry. But you are doing great. Maybe try sucking a bit more? Not just placing me in your mouth.”

You nod and sink right back down on him. His noises of pleasure are never-ending, and they only increase in volume as well as frequency once you properly suck around him. You bob up and down on him, his hand clenching in your hair as he’s doing his best not to fuck your throat. You’re making it pretty hard.

“Please, baby, I’m gonna fucking- Where do you want me to cum?”

His voice is hoarse and strained, and his grip on your hair has grown so tight it’s stinging your scalp. You savor the pain and rub your thighs together, mewling around him. You grip his ass and push deeper to signal for him to cum in your mouth, and it’s not a second too soon because he immediately spills his seed into you.

Vernon cums so much that some spills out onto your chin, but you diligently swallow what you can. He tries to keep his eyes on you, but his vision quite literally whites out as he reaches his high, so his eyes screw shut without his permission. You, on the other hand, couldn’t tear your gaze from him if you tried. He’s beautiful when he cums, his eyebrows scrunched in what almost looks like pain and his jaw slack in awe. His thighs tremble, and you’re glad he’s leaning against the counter so he doesn’t collapse onto the floor.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this,” he heaves out when his vision returns. You just smirk up at him, some of his cum still covering your chin and lips.

“I had a good teacher,” you tease back. Your voice is raspy after bobbing on his cock, and he finds it painfully attractive.

He notices the way you clench your thighs together and realizes you’re still on the floor. He’s quick to bend down and help you to your feet. As soon as you’re in front of him, he’s kissing you. He doesn’t care about the cum transferring from your chin to his, nor the fact that his softening dick is still out in the open; all he can think about is that he wants to pay you back for what you just did for him.

“Nonnie,” you breathe between kisses, and instead of pulling away it makes him kiss you harder, faster, deeper. He loves when you call him that. He reluctantly pulls away when you push gently against his chest, though. “We should finish the-”

“I need to eat you out, baby. Please, please let me.” His interruption surprises you, and so does his suggestion. He must see your confusion, because he quickly clears things up for you. “I want to, because I like you so much. I promise to ask you to be my girlfriend after this, but please, let me eat you out first.”

“Okay, but Nonnie-” you say, but he interrupts you with a passionate kiss as he mumbles thanks against your lips. “Nonnie.” He sighs and pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes to stop himself from jumping you again, and you smile. “I’ll say yes right now. I want to be your girlfriend. Is that okay?”

He kisses you so deeply you lose track of where he starts and you end, but you’re just so glad to be kissing him again you probably couldn’t have figured it out anyway. You don’t talk much more that evening, and you definitely don’t get home before midnight, but at least you go home and fall into bed together. Maybe his inattentiveness was a blessing, after all.

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[nymphomatique]

your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much

imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat

well, yes!

cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this one’s a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread y’all 🙏🏾 (can’t guarantee no mistakes however)

wc: 1.6k

❤︎ a/n: i’m a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! she’s here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! 💋

“hey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?”

brown eyes you’ve come to know so well, more than you’d like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.

“um, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,” miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. you’re feeling particularly sweet on him today. it’s been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.

he’s classically handsome, that much you won’t deny, as much as it kills you.

you silently take his suggestion in heed, quietly stripping in front of him to change into the skirt he suggested, and pulling on a black long sleeved crop to to match. you silently lament on the memory of the day you bought the skirt, how you had dragged miguel by his shirt alongside you that day to the mall to sit and watch you buy clothes at any and every store, designer or department, and shuck your bags into his strapping arms. you had wandered into miu miu, miguel trailing not too far behind you with your bags from blumarine, versace, cavalli and more comfortable in his hands. he sat patiently in the waiting chairs as you picked up an array of shirts and skirts and accessories, until you were ready to try them on. miguel sat and watched as you said no and turned your nose up at nearly everything until you tried on a khaki skirt, sitting so low on your hips the straps of your red thing peeking above the waistband.

you turned and twirled in the mirror, admiring the skirt on yourself until you turned to miguel himself, walking up to him as he’s sat to ask him, “you like it?” and like it he does, a hefty hand trailing up from your thigh to your hip, tapping your your hip softly. “you know i do, baby,” and you giggle at his answer, twirling for him before walking back the dressing room to change, not before biting your lip and beckoning miguel to follow at your heels with a pink painted acrylic nail. and follow he does, because he’s such a good boy.

you feel roused at the memory of your dressing room quickie in the same skirt you’re wearing now. and you’re sure miguel feels the same, and you don’t miss the opportunity to provoke him at any moment.

you bend over, slow but curt, fixing up your makeup in your large vanity while your ass sits out in direct display, the short fabric of the skirt lifting as you bend. your black thong is made visible as you bend and wiggle you hips. you steal small glances in the mirror to where miguel is on your bed, sitting in a sea of linear calculus books, and sure enough the methods of linear are long forgotten to focus on your exposed backside. you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and his lips purse when he realizes he’s been caught. before he can sputter anything out, you stand and turn to him and ask him, “see something you like, dontcha?”

a silent swallow and a nod is miguel’s response, his growing erection answer enough for you.

“beg me for what you want.”

and there’s a brief fleeting moment after the words leave your lips. an unspoken fervour in the air, perhaps a mix of what hasn’t been said and all that’s left to say about the two of you. you feel hot, your gaze burning through miguel’s clothes, burning his skin all the way across the room. you want him, you want him, you want him. and he’s looking back at you, a subdued but still present lust in his eyes. you see the submission, his compliance. yes, mistress.

his knees hit the floor, and then his rough palms follow suit and he’s crawling towards you until he’s not, and his sat like a good little boy in front of you painted feet, and he does what you ask, he begs for your touch, your taste, your mercy.

“please let me touch you, i need it, please please please. can i have it? can i touch you, mommy? i don’t even have to be inside you, j-just your touch and i can- i can cum. please? oh god please-“ miguel babbles, his hulking form looking up at you from the floor. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest. he just needs your touch. you card a hand through his thick wavy locks, gripping at the nape and pulling his head up to look at you.

“just need my touch, hmm?” you look at him and he nods. whimpers. so fucking pathetic. “i’ll let you hump me like you want. my subservient little puppy needs it, huh?” you coo mockingly. a string of yes’s and thank you’s leave miguel’s lips and you get up and turn around, bending over to brace yourself on your vanity.

you’re fully presented for miguel, and there’s an empty beat of stillness between you both, you make eye contact with him in the mirror and quip, “gonna keep me waiting?” and he knows better than that. he’s up on his feet, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans down and off him, standing in his boxers, swollen and full with his erection. he moves behind you, placing his hands on either sides of your hips.

“no ma’am.”

you can’t help but pulse in anticipation. you look at him in the mirror and find that he’s looking at you already and you feel yourself heat up. please don’t make me wait anymore, you think. like he’s read your mind, miguel’s covered erection is pressed up against the gusset of your panties, perfectly slot between your ass cheeks.

and experimental hump sends you bouncing forward a little, your breasts jiggling a bit, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving you. finally. another hump, miguel’s strong hands pulling your hips back towards his crotch and you gasp a bit and the pleasure. another thrust of hips, and again, and again until it becomes a steady rhythm of soft sighs and low groans. and it goes on from a thrust to a trust and grind, and oh! the meat of miguel’s dick rubs up against your clit and you can’t help but moan.

your moans are joined by miguel’s whimpers, his hips rocking so intensely it has you burning up inside so much that you think you might cum from the stimulation. “s-so good baby, fuck,” miguel let’s out and you keen at his praise. you’re so good, you’re his baby. you push and grind your hips up in time with his, feeling yourself begin to soak through your panties and maybe onto miguel’s dark boxers. you can’t hold yourself together anymore, feeling yourself come apart so you drop your head onto your vanity’s surface, hoping to salvage some semblance of your pride.

the thick hands on your hips move to find purchase within your skirt, grabbing fistfuls of the short fabric before pulling your hips back with a staggering strength. you feel your knees buckle a bit, and your head shoots back up with an accompanying moan.

miguel pulls you down while pushing himself up into you and it feels so fucking good. your palms feel clammy and you feels as if you’re still sanding by the grace of god. every nudge of your clit feels as if it’s short circuiting your motor functions temporarily and you feel so overwhelmed to the pleasure, you can do nothing but succumb to it, and the man granting you it.

“m’gonna cum miguel. so good, so fucking good. wish you were inside me so i can feel you. wish you could feel me cum around you. f-feels so good please don’t stop! i’m gonna- oh!” you’re mumbling and babbling incessantly, canting hips and soft whimpers that turn into heavy groans only further pushing you past your limit through this titillating pleasure.

“fuck, gonna come with you baby. come with me, please mommy i need it,” miguel moans. his hands release your skirt and dig into your hips once more and you’re sure you’ll find salacious marks there in the morning but you don’t care, not when you’re so close.

a particular hard thrust sends you reeling forward, head almost hitting your mirror and you can’t help but give out within your legs. you feel them shake and almost go numb at the pleasure. you’re left helpless, cumming violently and soaking the fabric separating both you and miguel as miguel continues his assault against your poor pussy. he fucks it- humps it?- raw, overstimulating you to the point of pain when finally he finishes with a final thrust, his nails digging into the meat of your curvature. you feel his cum seep through the material of both of your arguments and you moan as it hits the gusset of your thong.

miguel lets go of your hip and you wobble a bit, using your upper body upon your desk to stabilize you. you’re both panting and heaving, taking in the intense and carnal display of lust between the two of you. you’re quiet before you hear miguel pipe up, breathlessly, pulling you from your daze.

“thank you, mistress.”

smug bastard.

[tryingtofindava]

── 𝐒𝐁𝐆 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MORE UNDER THE CUT!!!

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲𝐧

PENNYWISE & GEORGIE

I feel like she’d be Pennywise (hehe cuz she’s a ginger) and you’d be Georgie!!

Very cute, but also spooky for Halloween :))

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧

He’s BIG on Halloween, totally understandable.

So obviously he’d been pre planning your matching costumes, and his first idea was to go as phantoms…

He thought this was hilarious, but you guys got the big no from Ash… also totally understandable.

So his next idea was:

THE JOKER & HARLEY QUIN

It’s overused, and his 9th year in a row being the joker…

BUT HES NEVER HAD SOMEONE BE HARLEY TO MATCH WITH HIM SO ITS OKAY!!

╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐞𝐧

LA LA LAND

I’m gonna be so fr when I say this…

But you guys literally just found this idea on Pinterest and thought fuck it.

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

ZOMBIE BASEBALL PLAYER AND CHEERLEADER

He already has a back up kit you guys could poor a horrendous amount of fake blood on, and you just needed to buy a costume.

It was a simple costume idea you guys could cook up, and it was cute together!!

soz guys couldn’t find a pic

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫

DISNEY PRINCESSES

She loved this idea sm!! Is it basic? Yes. But is it fun? YES!!

Dw it wouldn’t just be the simple corset and mini skirt in the couloir palette of the princess.

YOU GUYS WILL BE GOING ALL OUT ON THIS ONE.

She would’ve gotten gowns if she could, but they would be more unique thank just a corset and skirt.

╰┈➤ 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧

SCOTT PILGRIM AND RAMONA FLOWERS

Idk this is just too cute to not put in here y’all

You have no idea how much he gives me the vibes of liking movies like this.

PHEW!! Another late one to my HALLOWEEN SPECTACULAR

[disappointingcandy]

Hey. Survivors from Forsaken. I know Taph is coming out but I’ll draw him laterrr

I had a lotta fun with these. Builderman is short as hell and I had to keep that hehe

Ya i know some are technically bald in game but some just looked weird soz

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[theeverchase]

📼🌫️ JMART!

“Martin- Martin, look into my eyes, and tell me what you see.”

“I see…I see you, Jon.”

(season 1-5 jmarts under the cut!)

So…scratches my neck….heyyy long time no see! I lowkey forgot I even had a cosplay tumblr blog and in an endeavour to post more on here, here’s a cosplay duo that’s probably one of THE MOST FAVOURITE DUO’S IVE EVER DONE

I was SO EXCITED FOR THIS IN PARTICULAR. Because I am such a fan of JMart and I just KNEW me and egg would knock it out the park and I was literally fanboying over doing it even though I was the one who was partaking in it??? Crazy but it’s a bucket list duo and I’m so so pleased we got it done! And we got through all these different JMart iterations AHHHH AHHH YAYYAYAYAY ouugghhh

We were SOLDIERING through it though because I was shaking off the day before doing dyhard and was SO tired and only operating off of breakfast and coffee for like 12 hours . Both of us . We were WORKING for the takeout we got it was just sitting there taunting us….but we made some STELLAR tiktok content….GAHHHHH ITS JMART GUYS ITS THEM ITS THE okay I need to be put down soz

🎭 Characters: Jonathan Sims ( @theeverchase ) and Martin Blackwood (@eggballi ) - from Rusty Quill‘s The Magnus Archives

👁️ Jon Contacts: Pinkyparadise Persona Green (not-sponsored)

👕 Clothes + Wig : Closet / Thrifted!

[r0bee]

Scott Summers speaks to me on a personal autistic level in Marvel Snapshots and I want to talk about it a little bit

Trying to be helpful bc you know something and being told you're weird for it

Obsessed with the Fantastic Four/superheroes (same) and being especially drawn to them bc they're different like him (I mean his favourite is Reed who's also autistic/heavily autistic coded in most comics, and again SAME, Scott)

Thinking you just need to figure out one thing and suddenly all the strange things about you will make sense

Being obsessive about his interests (HARD RELATE I GET LIKE THIS A LOT)

Ignoring real life things/responsibilities bc he's so focused on something he's obsessed with (in this case seeing a member of the Fantastic Four)

Thinking that other autistic people who seem to have it all 'together' have figured out how to almost be allistic/completely understand the world like an allistic person when really you never will and that's fine!! (idk how to word this bit right for iykyk I guess?? Basically I will never fully 'get it' with some things that make sense to allistics but that's fine)

POST WAS LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO BE SOZ thank god for putting things under the cut

[sleepyxxhead]

༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 2: Grumpy!Megumi x Sunshine!Reader

CONTENT: fem!reader, light swearing, established relationship

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

CHARACTERS: Fushiguro Megumi x fem!reader

NOTES: this one was definitely a shorter one! soz :(

Throughout your relationship with Megumi, you two had both learned to enjoy each other’s company in many different ways. Whether it be a memory to enjoy with others, laughing and having a fun time; or maybe a moment of silence between the two of you, just basking in each other’s presence; and of course, the more intimate moments the two of you shared, getting close and comfy together. 

As autumn began to settle, the days became cooler, leaves of gold and red hues scattered across the ground. Today was one of the last warmer days of the season. You and Megumi walked side-by-side through your local park, leaves crunching under your boots as a small breeze blew across your face. Your pinky was hooked with Megumi’s, swinging your arms back and forth like a child. You wore one of Megumi’s sweatshirts, cradling a small blanket in your arms. Megumi held a picnic basket in his free hand, filled with all of the food you had packed for your picnic date. 

When you found an open spot on the grass, you spread the blanket out and unpacked the food that you and Megumi had prepared before walking to the park: two bentos, some sandwiches, some onigiri, and some cut fruit. As you sat down on the blanket, you opened your bento, breathing in the crisp autumn air. Megumi sat down beside you, grabbing his own bento. After a few bites, you leaned your head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

“Yooo! Fushiguro! L/N!” 

You turned around to see Itadori, Kugisaki, and Gojo approaching you. You gave them a small wave as Megumi sighed out of annoyance.

“We finally found you two love birds~!” Gojo-sensei sang, wrapping his arms around you two.

“Why are you here?” Megumi asked, clearly irritated.

“We wanted to hang out with you guys, of course!” Yuji exclaimed as he passed Nobara a sandwich, trying to find something in the basket for him to eat.

Megumi rolled his eyes, watching them rummage through the food. You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb, looking at him with a small smile on your face. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled quietly.

“For what?”

“Our date’s ruined,” he stated as if it was obvious.

“What? I don’t think our date’s ruined,” you commented. “We can have some more time to ourselves later!”

You gave him a big smile, to which his eyes softened, turning back to his friends. You leaned your head back on his shoulder as you watched your friends and your teacher now fighting over who should get which onigiri.

“No, I want the tuna mayo one!” Yuji whined, holding the rice ball to his chest protectively.

“Come one, Itadori! Be a gentleman and give it here!” Nobara yelled, trying to grab the rice ball.

“But your sensei always works so hard to teach you all! I think I should get the tuna mayo!” Gojo whined, sounding even more childish than the students half his age.

As Megumi sat down in the chair across from you, you opened your book, ready for a quiet library date with him. 

The two of you had made library dates a weekly occurrence, hoping to find some peace in the chaos that made up your lives as sorcerers. 

As you read on, you kicked your feet a little, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate that Megumi had bought for you on your way to the library. The liquid’s warmth spread throughout your body, extending to your fingers and your nose, almost making you feel drowsy.

The silence between you and your boyfriend was comforting, so pleasant after a week filled with training and fighting cursed spirits. 

After a couple hours however, your hot chocolate wasn’t nearly as hot anymore, the silence between Megumi and you felt deafening, and you couldn’t read through a paragraph without having to read it 5 times over. Your eyelids felt heavy as you lightly kicked Megumi’s foot, signalling for his attention.

His eyes shot up to meet your gaze, finding you in your tired state.

“‘Wanna go home ‘gumi…” you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

Without saying a word, Megumi closed his book as well as yours, stowing them away in his backpack. 

As you stood up, you stretched your legs and arms out. You felt sore all around your body for sitting down in a strained position for so long.

Grabbing your bag and his, Megumi hooked his pinky with yours before heading home.

Tonight was finally Friday night, a night when you and Megumi rarely had anything to do but to spend time with each other in your dorms. 

“There you go!” you beamed as you smoothed a face mask over Megumi’s skin. He was wearing a fluffy headband to match yours as well as a pair of bunny slippers you had bought for him. 

Despite doing this with you every week, Megumi made a weird face at the uncomfortable feeling of the mask on his face.

You giggled, as you snuggled up next to him, turning on a K-Drama to watch together.

“This guy is so stupid, he needs to confess to her already!” you groaned at the end of the episode. “Anyway, it’s time to take of our face masks!”

As you peeled away your face mask, you rubbed the extra serum into your face, doing the same for Megumi. “You’re such a pretty boy,” you mumbled with a smile.

Megumi blushed at your words, looking away. You laughed at his shyness, pressing play on the next episode.

Snuggling back into his side, you continued to complain about how you were getting impatient with the love interest. “It’s been like, 12 episodes now!”

Megumi listened while he brushed his fingers through your hair, giving your head light scratches. You didn’t even notice until half an episode later that he had fallen asleep.

You exhaled through your nose, a small smile creeping up on your face. You took his headband off and pulled the covers over the two of you. After closing the lid of your laptop, you tossed it to the side and gave your boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek.

“G’night Megs…” you mumbled into his neck before the sound of his steady breathe and the warmth of his skin lulled you to sleep.

BONUS:

“Yuji! Come look at this!” you heard Nobara whisper as you started to wake up.

“Whatwhatwhat!”

A camera shuttered as you started to open your eyes. “...What time is it?” you mumbled sleepily, raising your head.

“Oh shit! Shit!” Yuji whisper-yelled before hurriedly shutting the door.

“...hm?” Megumi groaned, shifting beneath you. “Y/N?”

“It’s nothing Megs, go back to sleep.”

NOTES: fjdksal;fjskda this one was so late oml

anyways have a nice day cutie <33

dividers: @cafekitsune

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i deadass forgot to post this earlier soz

high and scared coopa (this was originally for an inside joke but i worked too hard on this not to post it)

+ with backgrounds under the cut cause we thought they were funny

[yournormalidiot]

Ahem....idk what I'm doing. Ok soo I have come up with this au, where all the gang are a like doomed from the beginning.

(More information under the cut)

Basically the all just die (so fun and intresting right😲) there's a bit of a timeline, it follows the cannon at frist, so the Curtis parents, then Johnny and dally. Then my decisions (which yell find out later). And the idea is based around how (I think it's in the book but it could be from the musical idk) pony mentions that most greaser get stuck in the east side for life or die young.

So their doomed to this path. They die young or get stuck in the east side and repeat the cycle.

Uhh its gonna be written from their pov, so u basically die with them (an idea given to me by the lovely @theduckwithafroghat who also helped me with actually formulating this au. So ty very much<3)

Imma call it, doomed au (so creative right😋)

And tags??

#doomed au

#the Outsiders doomed au

#doomed au (character name) > I just can't be bothered writing all their names soz

Idk I think that's everything, if u want more context on it just ask! Im happy to explain:> uhhh hope ye enjoy:> (also not I'm not a writer and this is my frist time doing this for fun and not school or smth so if its shitty, forgive me, pls and ty)

Tagging my oustiders moot cause why not:

@clodyghost @johnnycademyschmookie @two-entire-bits @kalied0skull @mr-freakyboy-curtis @stagedoor-sobber @staygoldspiiderrah @theduckwithafroghat @maxiebearz @nonbinary-potatoes @newsies-united mhmmm I think thats all of ye..

[missmarveledsblog]

Bet on it ( Bradley bradshaw x reader) part 4

summary : when she thinks she made things worse only ends up being the best start of her life , rooster finally does the right thing and calls off the bet to his surprise jake isn't so bad as he thinks. the looming faith of her leaving approaches , the night of all highs come to new lows as she discovers something that makes things fall into rubble and reality of how she never should of fell for bradley bradshaw .

warning : fluffy , allusion to smut , happy time then boom soz the angsty part

previous part

“more than i should of” god how could she lets this happen ,  they barely even began being friends and yet she jumped into bed . it was already awkward trying to navigate the whole thing , shit it took forever for them to even take. wine the reward of soldiering on alone turned to be the curse that put her in this situation . 

“ more than you should of?  darling need some context ?” shit she forgot jake was still on the phone. 

“more than i should of jake i done something stupid and pulled a you thinking with my body parts “ she whispered.  

“ ohh OHH SHIT” 

 “ Yeah he currently from what i can see naked in my bed  you think i could just hide in the closet or crawl space maybe wait til he leaves and never leave my house again?” she asked . 

“ come on darling what if it not so bad” 

“ what if it goes back to before or worse and it like so awkward fucking hell i’m an idiot “ she sank on her sofa . 

“ what if nothing happened ?” he said softer and yet same time she heard the rustling in bed room. 

“ oh shit … bye yeah talk later go texas “ was all she said before the bedroom door opened. “ um morning “ she smiled weakly . 

“ morning sorry i didnt interrupt your call did i “ why did he have to be standing in his underwear looking like second on legs  

“ oh no just jake giving me run down of texas “ she shrugged trying to keep her eyes up and not down .. since when was he this ripped .  “ so how was the sleep “ really y/n get it together .

“ it was good even if you snore  i mean wow but hey it cut” he chuckled as her mouth fell open . 

“ buddy you’re hearing yourself cause i don’t snore “ . 

“ i know but made you smile and less tense was it really that bad?”he asked . 

“ no it was good , great but “ 

“ but?”

“But we should have i mean what if it makes things weird and i’m never good with one night stands hell i think i only ever done it one now twice “ she rambled.

“ who says it can be a one time thing , come on unless the g’s starting to get to me or  i’m going crazy , can’t say there  wasn’t something there last night before well that   “ he asked coming to her. 

“ i mean something could of been the wine or ..” 

“ you felt what i felt and you’re scared look if you want to leave i can we don’t have to speak of it again or we can see were this goes “ .

“ i don’t want you to leave but i am in five months for two years  the timing…” 

“ we can come to that road if needs be but now we still have time to figure it out  right?” he asked more softer holding her face in his face knowing he wasn’t just saying it  and knowing he was going to have a conversation with jake he was not looking forward to and possibly losing his bronco on top of it . “ step by step  see where it takes us ?” .

“ ok but what if it worse and we end up fighting more “ the fear in her eyes of possible going back  he couldn’t deny it was scary and it was sad it took something childish as a bet to even see what was in front of him the whole time  .  

“And what if it best thing we ever done, look  i can promise that whatever happens we will stay friends “ he held up his pinky making her laugh . 

“ ok see where it goes “ she smiled  as he leaned forward kissing her as their pinky fingers intertwined. 

5 weeks since that morning at first  they kept under wraps, keeping it down low and failing completely. Stealing kisses , sharing secret smiles and well being totally oblivious  their friends caught on  after the first two weeks .  they kept it to themselves wait for them to tell them til well they got bored of it , sitting in hard deck watching her across the bar as some recruit was being a little too close for his liking , teeth grinding trying to not let it get to him not blow their cover because he was jealous then the hand  went to her waist as she moved back instantly . 

“ ok go get your girl before you break the bottle , we know ok you both suck at hiding things” nat snorted .

“Don’t know what your talking about “ he gritted. 

“ oh give it up come on do you stay away from my girl thing” she laughed as the rest joined in . 

“ fuck it “ he stood taking to steps at time reaching the bar his hand coming to her waist pulling her to him and putting himself inbetween her and jack off .

“ hey pretty girl  what’s taking you so long” he smiled down wanting to kiss the surprise look on her face. “ yeah they know” he smirked watching her visibility relax til her head looked over to where her dad was sitting  .

“ i knew too “  

“ well there goes my dream of being a spy” . 

“ hey we were talking”  the voice called clearly not cluing into the situation but then again they did have recruits dumber than box of rocks as rooster turned the cocky demeanor went straight out the door and took an uber home as the mans eyes widen . 

“ well  your done i’ll see you monday kid , i’m going to enjoy rest of night with my girlfriend”  was all he said before guiding her back to their table a pitchy “ yes sir “ in the background   .

“ how did you know” she asked. 

“ we’ve caught you both making out in parking lot like alot and bob may have heard somethings when he went to see why rooster didn’t show up for the beach one morning “ javy winked . 

“ yeah lets not bring that up” the WSO  cheeks reddened.

“ I found your panties in his glove box , you want us to go on “ nat smirked. 

“ no we’d be shit spies got it” she hid at his back . 

“ i mean it was surprising at first but made sense like that fighting was actually deep down  sexual tension”payback pointed out. 

 “ he’s right we could spot it happening “ bob  spoke up as rest confirmed. 

“ well we’re taking it step by step  but i hope it never ends” she finally spoke. 

“ what about when you go to new york ?” . 

“ i can take leave and visit , she can visit here we can do it “ knowing he still needed to jake and he was living up to the blondes nickname of being a chicken. 

“ well come to it when we need to “ she added as he kissed her head. 

Monday morning  the recruit barely looking any direction , eye locked on the floor yet he couldn’t  bask in that feeling , he couldn’t even enjoy the new relationship with the guilt hanging thick in the air , the bet stopped being a bet for him  the night of the gala but still without calling it off it was still on in his friends eyes. So one by one he gather the males of the dagger squad and they stood in a conference room like naughty school boy planing their senior prank . pacing knowing this was gonna be shitty and it was gonna piss him off but keeping strong and keeping to the point  

“ i’m calling it off” was all he said for them to know . “ you  want the bronco but i can’t do it anymore , shit it ended the that night” he began rambling. 

“ ok it’s off no bet  “ jake smirked as they all stood shocked well  not them all . 

“ you can have the bronco man just don’t ruin it with upgraded shit it’s piece of art as is “ he paced til it hit him . “ wait that easy … no it can’t be “ his brows arched. 

“  man i seen it moment she walked into that hard deck just needed to get you grow some balls and stop being an ass , good for you chicken hurt her and i’ll shoot you out that sky for real” he patted his shoulder and leaving them all speechless. 

“ we sure that actually hangman and not a clone” fanboy broke the silence and they didn’t tell him shut up or it was crazy for once it was plausible.  

Weeks passing and time of her life then the looming fear that was coming the internship one she once was excited for which she still was but dreading it all in one . one of the best relationship of her life and she now was going to be leaving . she didn’t notice the tears where even falling as they cuddle up watching some movie she couldn’t even remember the plot of til she broke into a sob taking him by surprise yet holding her close. 

“ whats this for” he cooed kissing her  head as she pulled up . 

“ i leave in four weeks and i don’t want to but i want to “ she cried out. 

“ i don’t want you to either if i’m honest but i know you need to pretty girl we can do it , two years isn’t much really i’ll be able visit think of it as practice deployment” he smiled sadly. 

“ i know and i know i can visit shit i’ll be here every weekend even if it for a day or something but still it’s not gonna be same what if it’s too much and you don’t want me ?” she sniffled. 

“ not want you ? not even a possibilities  shit it could be for a decade and i could still be waiting ever since we started this relationship everything made sense  like how i could never settle down or  my mom rambles all those year cause i never love them , never fell in love like i did with the girl i never even saw coming “  he spoke honestly  he was dreading it himself , never in his life did he feel this way , not even a percent did it feel like this . No woman could have his heart like she did .

“ i love you too” she smiled through her tears as fresh ones fell down her cheeks . 

“ look pretty girl we can do this we know it coming and we can make it work” he held her close feeling her close  . 

“ we can make it work “ she repeated . 

“When you do come back how about we never be apart shit even when you visit it our home you visit “ he asked as she looked up , “ move in with me even if it for a few days in the year” he looked down his breathing stopped as he waited and yet words failed her all she could do was nod  and breathe out a yes . “ your lease is up til you leave so me and guys can help back up your stuff and instead of storage we can bring it to our home “ he smiled. 

“ our home shit “ she confirmed . 

“ shit my mom was actually right “ he chuckled . 

“ your mom was always right but which time we talking here” she teased . 

“ when you find the one you just know”  .

 “ i mean she did say it alot  i think we were just too stubborn to see also it took me to ugly cry for you to tell me you love me “ . 

“ you and ugly don’t know each other pretty girl i’m one lucky man “ he peppered her face . 

“  you are lucky old man your right “ she teased hopping up for the chair .

“  i never said old “ he gasped . 

“ nearly forty baby” she called. 

“ hey does that make you my sugar baby?” 

“ make me your midlife crisis” . 

“ oh that it “ he took of making her dart down the hall apartment filling with giggles as two forgot the looming time that was coming and coming fast . 

He wanted it  to be before one more week and she was leaving her suitcase packed and ready waiting the closet one thing out of the way so she could be  with her friends and her family for the remainder of her before.  He selfishly wanted the last weekend with her so one week before he planned a party  letting her  hair  done and a night of fun . penny offered the hard deck straight away closing it down for a night . bossing his fellow squadron to make sure it was nothing less then perfection , nat lucked out under the guise of girls day getting hair and shit done which now other wished they thought of it as rooster was like a bridezilla and then the thought of their marriage in future mental note to be busy then . slowly the people in her life started arriving beth the wonderful and divine finally accepted bradley , he was delighted not being scared anymore , other nurses and doctors , pals she’d made from being in hard deck and superiors who watched them grow up . 

“ i’m proud of you kid this is wow” pete smiled his arm wrapping around  the man shoulder. 

“ think she’ll like it?” 

“ she’ll love it .. i’m so happy you both found each other really i don’t think i’ve ever seen her this happy “ he smiled brightly .

“ i’ll spend rest of my life making sure she is  , mav honestly she the one “ he sighed happily. 

“ shit i had this conversation before only different bradshaw , i see it i see your dad and mom when i look at you two when your dad said that to me a week later he popped the question , i’m not saying you are but you got my blessing when you do” he hugged him tightly 

“ dusty in here huh” bradley coughed wiping his eyes . 

“ very “ copying as the two pulled themselves together. 

“ shush she coming” bob hissed taking his post as look out a little too seriously as he hit the lights, 

“ nat you sure it…” 

“ SURPRISE “  they all yelled making her fly back into the awaiting female pilot. 

“ i’m sure “ she winked steadying her. 

 “ what is this “ she gasped looking around .

“ it’s a party for us to say we love you and that rooster will bit anyone that come near next weekend “ jake teased, 

“ not wrong even might bark “ rooster nodded. 

“ can’t tell if he’s joking or not “ fanboy whispered. 

“ so drink , eat and have the night you deserve baby girl this is all for you “ he lift her up and spun her around . 

“ i always liked him” beth cooed. 

“ no you didn’t marcus added. 

“ he’s tired come on lets get this party started “ she yelled out as everyone cheered . 

“ i would like to say few words before we do  get speeches out the way before we all get drunk” her dad called out. “  y/n my little girl always  i’m proud of you , how smart you are “ . 

“ get’s it from her mother side “ cyclone teased as everyone laughed. 

“ for once i agree with you simpson , since y/n was able to walk she always said she was going to be a doctor , always ready to patch someone up with her pick little toy doctor case , ready to care for someone when their sick even when she could barely see over the bed or chair they were in now a beautiful young woman following that dream and not stopping only getting better and better and i’m just beyond proud of you kiddo , i proud you never lost that reason to care , that  reason to love no matter who it is and how i get to watch that unfold has beating everything i’ve done in my life except one they day i became your father” he smiled softly . 

“ shit is dusty in here” she chuckled  wiped her eyes running to her fathers arms.  “ i love you dad” muffled but he could hear it loud and clear. 

“ love you too kiddo” 

“ while were doing this now i just wanted to say we are all proud of you darling and i love you too since you came into this very bar and put me in my place i knew then and there i found a friend for life” jake called . 

“ san diego isn’t gonna be the same without you “ javy smiled .

“ we’ll take care of rooster for you “ bob added. 

“ i love you all every single person in this room has impacted it for the best and even though i’m going to the big city  i’m coming home here because it not the place it’s the people in it “ she smiled softly . 

“ My girl is right … yeah my girl bragging again but how can you not when you get to fall for one of the most amazing women on earth , one i hope to build a bright future after a shitty past . i never saw a future other than being a pilot  following my father footsteps in career sense and scoffing at the thought of a family  then after a night with y/n mitchell i couldn’t stop thinking of a new future one that didn’t involve ranks or being the best well that’s a lie because i want to be the best for her , best partner and hopefully one day a even better husband .. i am proud of you so much pretty girl your going to pave a way and help so many more in the future  i don’t know what i did in a past life to deserve you but i’m grateful i get to have that honor” he held her close as they all raised their glasses . 

“ rooster is one lucky man got the love of his life and hangman didn’t get his bronco 

” fanboy cheered as she laughed. 

“ his car ? i’m so lost “ she said as the man didn’t  realized what he said or what he was about to say . 

“ ignore em darling think he drank too fast” jake stood forward . 

“ what is going on really “ she chuckled . 

“ stupid bet rooster could get you an i get his bronco if he couldn’t “ the moment the  words fell from his lips the room went silent and even if it wasn’t  everything blurred together. 

“I was a bet” she looked up . 

“ no no it not like that darling it was..” 

“ and you my best friend oh my god “ 

“ listening baby it was at start but its not now it hasn’t been for a while “ bradley went to hold her she pushed him off her. 

“ what is wrong with you both what the fuck” nat growled, 

“ thanks for coming everyone really but erm yeah “ she turned running out feeling the eye of pity too much . 

“ baby wait” .

The cold air hitting  , she felt sick , stupid she fell for it all  and yet it was all a bet , a joke at her expense of course it would be  , the sudden need to make up and oh god she felt like an idiot heading to her car needing to get out of there  , away from it all . 

“ please y/n wait” he called. 

“ get away from me you sick freak who does something like that play with someone like that you need help  and i loved you sick part of me still does  my feelings were real and yours put on all sake of a bronco”  she scoffed tears of burning anger falling down her face. 

“ it was a bet at first but after the gala i couldn’t do it” he said wanting to hold her.

“ he’s right darling “ jake stood regretting it all knowing he should  of went  a different way . 

“ both of you leave me alone i never want to see you again “ she spat venom falling from her tongue . 

“ you don’t mean that “ he stood back . 

“ bet on it that i do it what your good at” she got into the car not even looking their way  as she drove off .

“ please don’t mean it” he whispered watching her car in the distance before she was gone. " what have i done?" he looked at jake who for once stood quiet. " i need to make this right i can lose her " he paced.

" give her space tonight man she's angry she not going to listen we both know that but tomorrow i'll even help " the blonde finally spoke .

" i can't lose her" bradley repeated his own tears falling.

part 5

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rules: literally fucking none. go ham!!!!!!! just please no godmodding. i'll delete anything that goes too far. 18+ mentions are fine — i'll tag accordingly, but it won't be the main focus. sooo have fun go crazy ( admin is 21. keep that in mind thanks )

this blog functions on dialogue instead of written out paragraphs of literature.

IMPORTANT: i don't write any literate rp ( eg; *character sits down and does a thingy* etc etc ) unless it's preplanned in dms for an event. if i am sent starters or asks with literate rp they'll most likely be deleted.

sometimes i throw in a bit of action in brackets, but this is an ask blog first and foremost so i focus on dialogue to communicate action / location / etc.

and in order to keep my blog tidy i don't respond to reblog replies. threads tend to get real lengthy + clutter up things. so— please send another ask instead of reblogging with a reply :) thank you for understanding!

there will be occasional nsfw topics. anything indirect or at the very least suggestive goes into #vaguely 18+. anything explicit will be tagged with 18+ mention. proceed with discretion.

details about quackity :

+ las nevadas era, mainly. if there's specific asks that require a response from vice pres quackity or manburg era q, i can adjust to that: #viceqchirps !

+ he's an avian hybrid! he nests often (usually within an amethyst geode). quackity has a history of being mocked for his instincts and avian attributes, much thanks to a certain ex-husband :/

+ this bitch loves a good debate. motherfucker is a lawyer (sorta) so hit him up with a challenge every now and then. give him fun facts. Threaten him. ask whats going on in his life! throw in curveballs.

[ his chat / asks often show up as pop-up ads. ]

+ my portrayal is canon aligned! las nevadas is important as hell to him, so here's a post that explains in-character how quackity runs LN: HERE. so. yeah, we do business around here. and also torture dream for the revival book but that's not important /silly

+ on that note, i would prefer to avoid interaction with positive/good depictions of c!schlatt for this blog. no disrespect to those who do prefer that, i just personally want to uphold the importance of how schlatt's abuse informed a Lot of character development for quackity. same goes for dream— he's a villain, not a kicked puppy. thank you!

+ i violently swerve between serious interactions and utter hysteria in my replies to asks. its like a fucking lucky dip here 😎 also soz for all the links but it Does make it easier

+ shipping isn't a goal here, so attempts to woo quackity will not end in a romance plot. ofc there'll be some flirting, especially w / canon characters he's had past relations with (schlatt, wilbur, eret, karl, sapnap). i hc he's had a fling with technoblade at least once LMAO. note: apologies to dapduo shippers but they're strictly friends in my portrayal for a reason. :]

+ during las nevadas he has fortnightly gatherings with foolish. he wouldn't fuck a citizen, but he'd fuck a coworker! morals, what're those again?

overall i'm not looking to write romance plots due to c!quackity's view of love during the LN era. (he despises it.)

all anons welcome!!! ADMIN IS 21.

for art references:

my dude's got big big wings such as the first two. no other wings anywhere else though! white / blind in the eye that’s scarred. he got gold fangs to replace his upper canines; to replace the actual missing tooth from techno’s axe but also for congruence. it's also a mockery: piglins love gold.

PLENTY of gold jewelry. quackity focuses so much on his appearance, so— earrings! a brass knuckle made from the rings of schlatt, karl & sapnap. he will never use his own feathers for decoration, though. he's got some necklaces, ofc, no piercings. maaybe an eyebrow piercing but idk . debatable

usually wears a white silk shirt, regular suspenders, black pinstriped pants / slacks, deep red tie with gold intricate detailing & a gold clasp to keep it together in the middle. a fancy pocketwatch with the las nevadas star engraved on the front. his blue or puma beanie obvs! shoes are either dark red (near black) snakeskin or italian leather. steel toed for dropkicking drea—

[ PAST EVENTS: AVIAN PINNED. ]

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Ancestors and The Bear

Phew, the discourse in season 3 of The Bear on legacy was STUNNING to me. This post by @gingergofastboatsmojito and episodes 3x01 Tomorrow and 3x07 Legacy have been sitting on my heart since I finished my binge of the show. Some thoughts under the cut. (I say "some" but this is another long ass post, soz).

If seasons 1 and 2 of The Bear went into the impact of our birth families on each of us, season 3 shifted pretty squarely to talking about the impact of our professional mentors on our lives. I've described those mentors as culinary ancestors, which as a concept I get into below. I loved this aspect of this season and the show generally. It is so rich and I feel like I'm only going to scratch the surface of it here. Keen to hear others' thoughts on this too.

Legacy and Ancestry

In 3x07 Legacy, Carmy talks to Marcus about the idea of legacy in the context of chefs he had worked with - how those chefs had talked to him about how their work would carry on through iterations and generations of subsequent chefs and restaurants that came after them. I'll include both a transcript and screenshots of this conversation below:

Carmy: Like, um, something would start somewhere, and then, uh, people would take that thing and then they would take it somewhere else. So, all these parts of an original restaurant, they would end up at a new restaurant and that kind of thing. That would happen over and over again. And then all these parts of all these restaurants, they would sort of-- You know, they would find each other. And then new people would take those parts and they would put 'em into their restaurant. And the whole thing, it would, um-- It would start to happen all over again.

Marcus: So, like a family tree or something?

Carmy: [looks to Syd who has her back to him, closing her locker] Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

Most folks understand ancestry to refer to our family or genetic lineage. When I was in university, I learned about intellectual ancestors or genealogy: where one can trace your intellectual lineage - the thinkers and creators that have shaped your understanding of the world and/or your chosen profession. I think its useful to take this concept and apply it to The Bear to help understand what the show is saying about legacy. I wouldn't limit the concept to "intellectual" ancestry though. It might be more helpful to talk about culinary ancestors in this context because the process of creating food - crafting dishes - isn't solely an intellectual exercise. It engages our intellect yes, but also each of our senses, our memories (recall that chocolate banana from 2x10 The Bear), and the need to nurture and be nurtured.

Culinary Ancestors

Carmy's culinary ancestors are varied given his work history. We know he's cooked under some of the best chefs in the culinary world of The Bear, including: Daniel Boulud (of Daniel), René Redzepi (of NOMA), Thomas Keller (of The French Laundry), David Field (a sociopathic Joel McHale, of Eleven Madison Park), and Andrea Terry (a sublime Olivia Colman, of Ever). I'd also include here Mikey, Donna and Natalie Berzatto. I'd include cousins Richie Jeremovich and Michelle Berzatto as well. These are the home and line cooks Carm grew up with, watched in his mother's kitchen and at The Beef. He took his lessons - the good and the bad, learnt voluntarily and involuntarily - from all of these people, incorporated them into his working self and transmuted them into his food.

In particular, I've talked here about Chef Terry and the valuable lesson of "every second counts" that she carried with her as she mentored waves of chefs through her restaurant, Ever. That post also talks about the parallels between Terry and Syd (which were even more evident in season 3), the latter of whom I'd argue is also one of Carmy's culinary ancestors ("you make me better at this").

I wish we had more information about Sydney and her influences. We know that prior to The Beef, she worked at restaurants Smoque BBQ, Alinea and Avec. We meet at least one of her mentors, Chicago restauranteur Donnie Madia in 2x03 Sundae and 2x10 The Bear, as well as Nayia at the fictional Verdana French Bistro (which ends up closing by 2x09 Omelette). They each offer up small insights into Sydney: that her food is amazing and that she is always "trying to be the best." Carmy is also undoubtedly one of Sydney's culinary ancestors, as infuriating and withholding as he can be. I'm also certain that Sydney's parents and the cultural history/ies that she's inherited through them are part of her culinary lineage as well. I really, really hope that we get much more insight into this side of her next season.

Respect, mentorship and lineage

One of the things that first drew me to The Bear was the respect that the show gave its characters of colour. In particular, the opportunity and support given to people of colour from a working class operation like The Beef to continue into the fine dining world of The Bear. I've spoken a bit about this here.

I haven't seen a dynamic on television before, where folks from the backgrounds like the POC characters in The Bear are from, are backed in the way they are on the show. Where there are mentors who will invest in them to train them up, and who will take those folks with them as they move into more elite and skilled spaces. Hell, I have barely seen this happen in the roughly two decades that I've been in wage-earning employment myself. Lets be clear, capitalism does not incentivise this kind of shit. Its why certain industries, including the world of fine dining, remain largely if not completely exclusive, demarcated by gender, race and class.

Yes this season was fucked in terms of which characters were getting prioritised for screen time over key Black characters like Sydney and Marcus (the Faks can genuinely go fuck). The lack of care given to Marcus, in particular, whose mother's passing was treated almost perfunctorily in comparison to a wholly unnecessary conversation amongst the entire crew about Cl@ire in 3x02 Next (quoting Richie: "who cares?!"), was also fucked. I would have preferred to have spent more time with Syd, Marcus, Tina, Ebraheim, Sweeps, Manny and Angel than listening to Neil, Ted and fucking Sammy (?!) Fak blather their way through precious minutes during this show.

But even with the above, The Bear regularly manages to floor me with beautiful moments of mentorship, leadership and love featuring characters of colour on the show. This is particularly the case in the relationships between culinary ancestors Carm and Sydney with "descendants" Marcus and Tina.

Birth of the The Bear lineage

Recall 1x08 Braciole where Sydney tells Marcus that after she finished culinary school, she spent all her money eating her way through New York. She says that she had the best meal she's ever eaten while she was there. With Marcus' gentle prodding, we find out that the person who created that meal, was Carmy.

Its not until the first episode of season 3 when we see how this actually played out, for both Carmy and Syd. I won't rehash the details of this scene because it is truly beautiful filmmaking to behold. Please if you haven't already, go watch 3x01 in its entirety. Have tissues nearby.

I will say, that in the best meal Syd ever had, Carmy literally served up his heart and lifeblood (check the cut of the fish, the crimson of the blood orange decoction).

That meal - that seed of inspiration from Carmy - birthed something in Sydney, something that would push her to find Carmy much later, working at his brother's sandwich shop.

Together these two incredibly talented chefs started their own lineage, taking what they knew and investing it into The Beef and eventually, The Bear:

And then, the next generation of collaboration and inspiration emerges:

This is why the visuals in 3x01 Tomorrow, with Syd sitting in quiet contemplation of Carm's dish, are so poignant. From 1x01 System, Carm and Syd have been growing their branch of their shared culinary family tree, nurturing it alongside those of their respective ancestors:

In 3x01 Tomorrow, we see that tree literally emerging from the moment Sydney meets Carm, on a plate.

It all starts when Sydney leaves culinary school and decides to make the most of her time in New York, eating at every place she could think of including, at Eleven Madison Park. And when Carmen, after losing Mikey, decides to make a few seconds count, taking ownership of a dish that he knows is going to be stolen from him and bastardized otherwise. The rest is history, or legacy.

Author's note:

I just wanted to draw attention to the fact that this show is also an exercise of mentorship and collaboration: Ayo Edebiri directing 3x06 Napkins under the guidance of Calo and Storer. Ramy Youssef directing 2x04 Honeydew under the guidance of Storer who had previously directed him on and produced Ramy. The fucking force of nature that is veteran Liza Colón Zayas being directed by Ayo. Jeremy describing the filming of 2x06 Fishes as akin to watching masters at work. Of course any television production is a collaborative effort and there are countless names I'm not familiar with who have put their precious time and energy into making this beautiful thing. I just thought it worth mentioning that at times, this show glimmers with truths, and I think thats because, in some way, they're in the marrow of the thing.

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The Raven King - Chapter Sixteen

Day: Sunday, December 31st Time: 11:28 PM EST

Wymack got up when Neil stumbled for the door, but he didn't try to stop him. Neil threw the bathroom door open and cut the light on. The face waiting for him on the mirror was horrible enough to take his legs out from under him. Neil scrabbled at the sink as he crumpled to his knees but wasn't strong enough to hold himself up. Neil had dyed his hair brown from time to time, but never this shade, never anywhere near this shade. This was his natural color, and those were his real eyes, and this was his father's face. The bandages and bruises weren't enough to disguise the man he'd seen in the mirror. Neil thought he'd throw up but he was too weak to manage it. "Breathe," Wymack said. Neil didn't realize he'd stopped until Wymack's fist on his back pounded the air back into his lungs. He clawed at the cabinet door and choked on the first breath he managed. He had to grit his teeth against a cry he didn't dare voice. It was too late to tell Wymack not to look. It was too late for Wymack to pretend he hadn't seen. Wymack didn't know who he was looking at but that didn't matter. The click of a lighter pulled him back right before he went over that edge, and Neil took the cigarette Wymack offered him. He cradled it close and breathed in as deep as he could. It hurt to breathe but he did it anyway. Each successive breath pulled hard at his stitches and the bandages taped to his skin. He pressed his free hand to his coat, trying to feel the gauze through thick wool. He finally inhaled so deep he choked on it. He coughed so hard he thought he'd break something, but on the tail-end of his coughing he was laughing. It sounded twisted and wrong in this suffocating space, but Neil couldn't stop. He bit his hand to muffle the sound, but it didn't help. Hysteria was one hard blink away from taking over.

"Neil," Wymack said. "I need you to talk to me." "I think I pulled my stitches," Neil said. "I feel blood." "Where?" Wymack asked. "Everywhere?" Neil guessed, and tried undoing his coat buttons one- handed. Wymack pushed Neil's hand out of the way. Neil let Wymack fight with the buttons and zipper, but it took both of them to get Neil's coat off. Neil caught the fingertip of one glove in his teeth and tugged, only to wince at the way his cheek twinged. Wymack noticed the expression and reached for Neil's face. Neil hadn't realized he had bandages on his face until Wymack pried gauze and tape off. Wymack went so still Neil thought he'd turned to stone. "Neil, the fuck is on your face?" Neil wrested his glove free and touched bare fingers to his skin. He didn't feel anything, so he caught at the sink and tried to get to his feet. Wymack let him try once on his own, then got up and hauled Neil upright. Neil wasn't ready to see his reflection again. He was less ready to see the "4" tattooed on his left cheekbone.

Art used with permission by Doesephs. Thank you @doesephs!