#Mine's rootbeer

[scarepackage]

Going to or even thinking about the movie theater makes me wonder what everyone's favorite movie snack candy drink combo is..I think someone's preferred movie candy is something that can be so personal

[darkclownsado]

aftertaste

a fanfiction written in 2022. ao3 link here. under the cut for those who wish to read it here.

“So. It’s over then?”

Weasel Kid was the first to speak up, after the barkeep had choked out Lionel Snill. It seemed his words brought a moment of relief to those in the room, a sigh filling the air, the once tense fog now not so unwelcoming. “He’s dead. Lionel’s gone.” Weasel Kid looked around the room at the assortment of characters he found himself with.

The bartender leaned back in that uncomfortable-looking wooden wheelchair of his, Jeremiah perched on its back rest, claws digging in. “I suppose,” the old man muttered. “It’s time for a proper introduction.” He looked tired, despite it all. Despite it all, Weasel Kid repeated to himself. Didn’t anyone else feel the adrenaline?  

“My name is Reginald. Though, usually, I’m called Rootbeer Reggie,” he said. He gestured behind him, towards Jeremiah. “Jeremiah and I, we were from Lionel’s first game. His first game that he chose to abandon and delete, in favor of having Super Weasel Kid look good.”

It felt like all of the bar’s patrons had their eyes rest on Weasel Kid in that moment, and he felt a small sense of dread from the possible judgment in their eyes. “‘ This game was built on the ashes of another ,’” Weasel Kid said quietly, reciting words that lived in the back of his head that he couldn’t pinpoint why they had such a hold of.. “ ‘The vengeance of Reginald…’ I should have known. But it’s been years, I wouldn’t have-”

“All of us have been wronged by Lionel,” Reggie said. “And you all knew what would happen.”

There was another cold silence. Chandrelle stole a glance at Lazarus, who was intently looking at Jeremiah with unease. FPP looked to be more at peace, based on his body language. It wasn’t as if they could speak, but Weasel Kid couldn’t imagine something somber coming from them. Bryce’s gaze lowered. Rust was staring at The Artifact.

Weasel Kid felt their fur spiking up. Why was he having second thoughts about this? He agreed. He agreed and he watched and he knew. He bit back impulsive words resting on his tongue. “I still don’t even have a room here, man,” he said, hoping no one caught the waver in his voice. “And now it’s early morning, we’ve been awake for hours. Where the hell am I - or any of us - supposed to go?”

“You can always leave,” Jeremiah said.

Weasel Kid couldn’t help but glare. “Yeah right, with Mr. Murderer over here? All our asses are going to get caught for being a witness to killing Irving at least, ” he growled. “Not to mention how The Artifact was stolen and used!”

“You helped us,” Jeremiah shrugged. “It’s far too late to back out now.”

Before Weasel Kid could jab back with an insult, Reggie interrupted. “Both of you, shut up,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And Jeremiah, go fix up the spare beds and the room unrepaired for our guests.”

With one final look of distrust, Jeremiah scampered away - it unnerved Weasel Kid how quickly Jeremiah answered to those orders - and Reginald focused his next words more so on the other guests. “As for the rest of you, take care of Irving’s body. I don’t care where you put him, as long as he’s out of sight and you tell me where he winds up.” 

Lazarus set off, slower in his steps. “It’d be best to put him in the second rooms in the kitchen,” he said, thinking out loud. “...Chandrelle, could you help me?” The sorceress scowled, but followed. Weasel Kid could hear her as she left out for the elevator, something about the cellar and someone named Vallamir. FPP followed behind them.

Bryce looked at Rust, then at Weasel Kid and Reggie. “It’s been a long night,” he said, sounding tired. “I don’t know if anyone’s hungry after all of this, but I could whip up something real quick.” Reggie nodded thoughtfully before Bryce left as well. Weasel Kid watched him go, his lips curled in apprehension. It bothered him that Bryce was, seemingly at least, one of the most ‘normal’ of them, yet he couldn’t get a good grasp on what he was actually like. S’what happens when you assume the guy’s a murderer right off the bat, I guess, he thought, with a pang of regret.

“I suppose you two want to bother me about something, considering you haven’t left yet,” Reggie quipped with a raised eyebrow. 

Rust was looking at the wall and window where The Hex had once been opened. It was back to normal now, no evidence that a portal had been opened at all. “So, all this…” the old man’s fingers twitched. The knife he kept strapped to his front looked more nonthreatening than Weasel Kid had thought of it before. “Er, what now? What about… What about-”

“Rust,” Reggie said, though his tone of voice sounded scolding. It was odd, to Weasel Kid at least. “Rust, what matters is that for now we’ve taken care of the root of our issues. We’ll get to the next hurdle when it happens.”

“I don’t understand,” Rust said, and for a moment Weasel Kid had forgotten how Rust creeped him out. He wasn’t muttering about murdering whoever those characters from his game were, or asking him if he’d shot any groondas. He sounded lost.

“I know you don’t.”

Why does Reggie sound so dismissive? 

“Where’s Rocky?”

Who’s Rocky?

“You should head back to your room. Take a rest.” Reginald rolled over to the exit, guiding Rust out. “When you’ve slept on it, I’ll talk to you again.”

Rust left with no verbal protest other than an aborted sentence, bu het looked back with furrowed brows, expression unclear. Weasel Kid was left alone with Reggie, feeling more conflicted than he had before. “Speak up, sonny,” Reggie said, making him flinch a bit.

“Did you mean what you said, back when this started?” Weasel Kid fidgeted with his gloves.

Reggie’s eyebrow raised. “Hm?”

Weasel Kid looked down. “You said I was the only one you trusted here,” he recalled. “I know a lot of this was all a lie. We were all here for a reason. And that was the murder. Maybe it’s cuz I worked with Jeremiah and helped get The Artifact. But…”

Reggie held his head in one of his hands, leaning on the armrest of his chair. “Hm, I guess so. We are more connected than you knew, after all,” he said. “I knew you. You didn’t know me, but I knew you. I saw your creation, I heard of it. And I was excited. You were Lionel’s latest creation, and I loved you because I loved him.” There was a trace of a smile on Reginald’s face, where crow’s feet rightfully creased.

Reggie’s voice took a dip, and that trace faded as soon as Weasel Kid had noticed it. “I don’t think I could discuss how Irving handled your release and my deletion. I don’t like to think about it at all.” He sighed, sounding older in a way that he hadn’t earlier in the night. “In a way, I hated you. Rather, the idea of you. But none of it was your fault.”

“I guess calling you Gramps earlier wasn’t too wrong,” Weasel Kid tried to joke. He fell into silence. It wasn’t very funny. “I don’t understand. Jeremiah, he was hostile to me, back when I didn’t even know. And yet, he’s the one I worked with to… to destroy The Gameworks with. Does he hate me? Does he not care?”

“Jerry is his own person,” Reggie shrugged. “His feelings are his own. To tell the truth, he doesn’t care about what happens to others or if they get hurt. But he does what I ask.  It doesn’t matter if it’s repairing the floorboards or gaining a hold of The Artifact.”

He doesn’t care who gets hurt in order to do his job, was unspoken, but it lingered on the tip of Weasel Kid’s tongue. He felt like Reggie could very well say it too. 

“He only cares about you.” Weasel Kid opted for saying instead, unable to hide the disgust in his voice.

“Hm! I suppose!” Reginald didn’t sound bothered at all. 

“What…whatever, man. I don’t care about that creep either,” Weasel Kid snorted. You should take better care of Mr. Shrewd. He’s getting older. He felt anger catching in his throat, bubbling, boiling , want to be released no matter how inappropriate to the rather collected conversion., and he tried to relax his fur so he at least looked calm. “...I don’t know. I kinda…”

Reggie looked surprisingly sympathetic. “You’re having regrets about Lionel.”

Weasel Kid bit his tongue. “...Yeah. I mean, he… He didn’t know we were around. He couldn't have known how much he hurt us. And I…”

“You miss him,” Reggie finished. “You miss the old him. When he was young, and riding on his sudden success. Then he grew up and left you behind.” 

“Exactly- oh. God, that probably makes me sound worse,” he mumbled. “I just- I miss when everything seemed good. I miss when the idea of being in a game was fun. I miss being among the clouds, or jumping on those groondas. I-I miss Mr. Shrewd. He was like a father to me.”

Weasel Kid exhaled. “Ever since, man, it just feels like my life should be over. It all feels bleak. People used to like me. Now, I just became part of a sellout, just the staple of a ruined game.”

Reggie paused for a moment, thinking over his words. “I get it. I think most of us here get it.” He wheeled over to be next to Weasel Kid. He put his hand on the mustelid’s back, a reassuring presence. It felt so familiar, so much like their roles were meant for this. Like they were meant to be here, old and young, abandoned and left behind. The ending conclusion to a beginning they didn’t know existed.

 “Have you ever figured out where that squirrel from your game wound up?” Reggie asked. “I wouldn’t know if he was reassigned or on hold.”

“ Mr. Squarrel… ” Weasel Kid hissed under his breath. He settled for a moment. “Okay. No, I don’t know what’s up with him. But he said he never even heard of Mr. Shrewd.”

“Hmm,” Reginald leaned back again, hands in his lap. “He was probably lying. I’m sure that Jeremiah could-”

“Listen, I think I’ve had enough of him ,” Weasel Kid said, voice prickly. “And… There’s more important issues than some SWK reunion party.” 

Reggie chuckled, and Weasel Kid felt a strange feeling of closure, somehow. Not closure to Mr. Shrewd, not closure to his feelings on his downfall, and not closure on Lionel Snill. Just a general feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was supposed to be with Rootbeer Reggie. Even if they butted heads. Maybe in some other world, some other universe where Lionel didn’t delete Rootbeer Tender, they could have been like this.

It felt like grandfather and grandson. 

[get-more-bald]

I love it when Americans talk about root beer or ginger ale. like. I'm so almost morbidly curious about how "ginger ale" tastes.

[kat-katharsis]

Drinking soda out of glass bottles is such a gender

[badbawz]

I consumed billions of calories tonight but it was worth it I think.

[vanteguccir]

You're mine | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N is a ray of sunshine, and Matt is her dose of grumpness.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by @httpsm4tti

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Get out."

Y/N smiled as she heard Matt's short and authoritative voice echo through the walls of their shared room.

"Hi baby, are you okay?"

Matt lifted his head instantly, pulling his attention away from the computer screen in front of him and toward the door, where his girlfriend was standing.

A tray was resting securely in her open palms as a teasing gaze looked back at him.

A sigh escaped his lips, and Y/N knew it wasn't because he was stressed about seeing her but rather completely relieved. His tense posture gradually eased, and his frown dissolved, giving way to a calming stance.

"What are you doing here, petal?" Matt's tone came out soft, his hands leaving the keyboard and resting on his gray sweatpants covered thighs.

"You've been locked in here for hours. I haven't seen you get out to eat or drink anything until now..." Y/N began, starting her quick steps towards the brunette. "And since I know you're on a task to answer every email sent to the channel, I decided to bring you some snacks and drinks." A big smile spread across her face, her hands working on resting the tray on the empty space of his desk.

Matt glanced briefly at the contents on the wooden surface, fighting back a smile as he noticed all of his favorite snacks, plus a handmade sandwich and a can of rootbeer.

"You didn't need to do all this, sweetheart." The boy brought his blue orbs back to his girlfriend, his right hand coming up and resting on her hip lightly, gently stroking the covered skin.

"Anything for you, my love."

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The sound of the door to his shared room with Y/N opening ​​echoed through Matt's ears. The boy was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for himself and his girlfriend, the sun's rays streaming through the living room's large windows serving as his only source of lighting.

Y/N's muffled and quick footsteps sounded through the small hallway that led to where he was.

The boy didn't need to turn around to know that she was now standing behind him, probably just the large wooden table separating them.

"Good morning, baby!" Y/N's voice was like music to his ears, and Matt found himself wondering how she could be so happy at this time of the day, a small "morning" escaping his lips in response. "You won't believe the dream I had."

A smile almost imperceptibly appeared on the right corner of Matt's lips, the kind of smile that only Y/N was capable of eliciting from him.

The boy turned around with Y/N's favorite mug in one hand and a small plate with flowers drawn on it in the other, both containing coffee with a dash of milk and waffles with honey, just the way his girl liked.

The brunette placed them both on the surface in front of the seat that Y/N had already designated as hers, picking up his own plate and mug before sitting down in front of her.

"Nick and I were at this different theater, and we were going to watch a horror movie, which already started out weird because we know how much he hates horror movies..." Y/N started quickly, pausing momentarily to take a bite of her waffle, a hint of honey smearing the corner of her mouth. "But the weirdest thing was that the movie wasn't horror. It only had two main characters, and they rode horses the whole time. And then, out of nowhere, they adopted a mute dog and a blind cat, which were the cutest little things I've ever seen..."

The girl kept going, her voice changing intonation with each word while her expressions moved quickly, her free hand gesturing while her other hand held her waffle tightly, taking bites from time to time.

Matt remained silent, a serious - but relaxed - expression took over his face, while his mouth slowly chewed the pieces of his own toast, nodding his head every now and then, showing to her that he was paying attention, just like everyday.

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To outsiders, the scene unfolding there seemed to be amusing.

Y/N, with a big smile on her face and yellow flowing dress surrounding her, was quickly pulling a serious-looking Matt with completely black clothes, which covered almost his entire body.

"Come on, baby! There's an ice cream cart right there." The girl repeated the information that had already been given previously, pointing enthusiastically with the index finger of her free hand at the small pastel-colored cart on the other side of the street.

"I can see that." Matt muttered, feigning annoyance, but everyone who knew them knew how much he was loving it.

"Can I get a strawberry one? Please! Oh, and which flavor will you want? I know you love the chocolate one, but it's so nice to change things up sometimes." Y/N rambled, finally approaching the cart, smiling big at the salesperson in greeting. "So?"

"You can order anything you want for me." Matt surrendered, catching the intense gleam in his girl's eyes with his response before averting his own, fishing his wallet out of his pocket, ready to just make the payment and seat on a random wooden bench, looking forward to hearing her ramble about her week.

"Good afternoon! Can I have a strawberry one and a cream one, please?"

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"Baby, can you get me a Diet Coke? Please." Y/N briefly interrupted her conversation with Tara, looking at her boyfriend.

Matt was sitting next to Y/N on one of the couches at Tara's big 1 million party, his arms were crossed and his expression was serious - almost angry -, his eyes carried a steady gaze that circled around the people in the room, ignoring the screams and loud music, only his girl's voice echoing in his ears.

The brunette looked at her momentarily, nodding and leaning down slightly, sealing his lips on the side of her head gently before standing up, walking with firm steps towards the nearest bar.

It didn't take long, and soon the boy was returning to his previous spot, his hands balancing a can of Diet Coke and a can of Rootbeer.

His blue eyes almost instantly found the figure of his girlfriend, who was still talking to Tara, but now Nick was with them as well.

A small smile appeared on his lips as he watched her speak with so much passion, gesturing too much and changing her expressions too quickly.

But his own smile quickly fell when he saw a strange guy sitting in his previous seat, wrapping his arm over the back of the couch right behind Y/N's head and bringing his body closer to his girlfriend's, too close for his liking.

It was obvious that the guy knew Tara, as he immediately started talking to her, but his body language showed his interest in Y/N.

"Move. Now." Matt's serious and rude voice suddenly sounded as soon as he approached them, startling the small group. His eyes were fixed on the unknown boy, glaring at him.

His action brought small reactions from the others; Nick rolled his eyes, already used to his brother and his way of acting with everyone - except his girl. Tara raised her right eyebrow, her eyes traveling from the boy to Matt and back again.

But Y/N just smiled sincerely, ignoring the rudeness of his tone. Her eyes instantly lit up upon meeting her boyfriend and even more so upon seeing him holding her order.

"I won't repeat myself." Matt demanded, keeping his gaze steady on the guy, who quickly understood the message and got up from the couch, raising his hands in surrender before leaving.

Matt sat back down in the now empty space, handing his girl the Diet Coke before placing his arm right where the other boy's was, his fingertips caressing the exposed skin of her right shoulder.

He took advantage of Tara and Nick starting a new topic and brought his head closer to Y/N's, pressing his lips against her ear.

"You're mine, babe. Only mine."

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"Are you ready, honey?" Y/N asked as she finished fastening her necklace around her neck, her eyes fixed on the mirror next to their closet in the room she shared with Matt.

"I just... I don't know which sneakers to wear." Matt's voice sounded tired, his brow furrowed as his eyes traveled over the extensive row of sneakers he owned.

The girl turned around, approaching him while throwing her hair over her shoulders, running her hands over the light pink dress that hugged her body just right.

The two were getting ready to go to the Snapchat event that would take place in a few hours, and as usual Matt always asked his girlfriend for some tips on one of the pieces he would wear for the day.

"Wear the white and blue Jordans. I like how they look on you." Y/N opined, pointing to the indicated pair, caressing his right bicep before turning around, crossing the already open bedroom door to check if Nick and Chris were ready.

The duo was lying on the sofa, both ready and using their respective phones, just waiting for the couple.

"Finally! If I knew how to drive, I would have left you two behind." Chris grumbled, adjusting his posture on the upholstery and putting his cell in his pants pocket.

"You still didn't learn to drive properly because you're lazy and too comfortable with me just driving your ass around." Matt's voice echoed behind Y/N, his figure leaving their room and closing the door behind him, his expression straight and his eyes carrying a serious gaze.

"Oh my God, you look handsome, baby! I knew Jordan would work out just fine." Y/N ignored the small fight between them, her eyes traveling over Matt's body, admiring his clothes despite them being simple and black - as always.

Matt rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the traces of an almost non-existent smile appearing on the right corner of his lips while his cheeks took on a red hue said otherwise.

"Oh, how handsome you are, Matt." Nick joked, imitating Y/N's voice and fawning his right hand over his face, blinking his eyes repeatedly, earning a loud laugh from Chris and an amused smile from Y/N.

"Shut the fuck up. Get moving. Now!" Matt barked back, glaring at his brothers before finally approaching his girl.

He placed his left hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her to the stairs that led them to the garage, ready to go.

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And remember to treat people with kindness always!

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[mattslolita]

older - m. sturniolo

in which ... your boyfriend comes back pissed off, and you let him take his anger out on you. older!boyfriend!matt x black!fem!reader

warnings ; rough!dom!matt , sub!reader , unprotected piv ( wrap it freaks ), oral ( fem! receiving ), fingering , creampie

"𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

you had just got home from your shopping spree with your friend, a happy and giddy mess as you held your bags in your hand whilst you made your way up to your boyfriend's room.

since he had work, he had made sure to give you one of the spare keys to the home he shared with he and his brothers — he took care of everything, even providing you with a place to live, as he wanted you living with him.

you also wanted to hurry and get your bags sorted out before he came back, in case he needed to finish up some work so you wouldn't be in his way.

after putting your bags on the bed in you guys' shared bedroom, you strip from your outside clothing into your pajamas for the rest of the day, deciding to keep the pink bow you wore in your hair. you then made your way downstairs into the kitchen. you slid around in your socks as you stopped in front of the fridge, opening it as you hummed to a song under your breath.

you took out fresh strawberries and a rootbeer, setting them both on the counter as you closed the fridge — whilst balancing the strawberries in one hand and the rootbeer can in the other, you pranced back upstairs into the room, closing the door behind you as you did so.

you set the strawberries on the neat and tidy desk space, along with the root beer. cracking the can open, you take a small sip of the bubbly, sugary liquid as it goes down your throat.

the small mini speaker you kept on the vanity desk sat there, causing you to grin as you hooked your phone to it, turning on the bluetooth. you sat down at the vanity desk, a hand under your chin as you put both your feet under thighs, causing your ass to pop out slightly.

you begin to hum as you can be the boss by lana del rey plays throughout the speaker, standing up and walking over to the bags.

"you taste like the fourth of july, malt liquor on your breath my my," you sing, taking out a cute top, "i love you but i don't know why."

your socks padded against the floor as you almost bounced over to the mirror, holding the top up to you as you tilted your head while gazing at yourself. a smile instantly overtakes your features as you go to hang the top up in the closet.

a loud opening of the bedroom door causes you to gasp and turn around, only to find your boyfriend with an irritable expression painting his features, running a hand along the stubble on his jaw.

"hi baby!" you say cheerily, in attempt to fix his frown, his eyes immediately raking over your body causing you to tingle nervously, "is everything okay?"

"everything's fine, doll," he huffs, and you frown at this, crossing your arms over your chest taking slow steps towards him. "i'm just pissed as fuck right now."

his eyes settle onto your shared bed just then, causing you to bite your lip worriedly as they scan the various shopping bags. "where'd you go while i was gone?"

"it's no big deal, i just went shopping with sasha," you say nervously, prancing over towards the bed as you hold up a different top to show him, "do you like this?"

"whose money did you use?" he curves your question with his own, his arms crossing over his chest as you get a full view of the tatted arm causing a wetness to form in the cloth of your thong.

"mine..." you answer him, your doe eyes looking up at him as you blink.

"your money," he chuckles, except there's not a hint of amusement in his tone of voice — it's a condescending tone he takes with you, and you can already see what's going to happen before it does.

"what'd i tell you?" he asks you, walking up to you slowly, as your legs are now pressed against the bed while his hands go to grip your waist harshly, "about spending your money? did you forget the rules, bunny?"

"n-no," you swallow, attempting to divert your gaze elsewhere.

his ringed hand hooks onto your jaw, forcing your gaze upright towards his. "look at me when i'm talking to you, doll. did you forget the rules?"

"no, i didn't forget the rules," you shake your head, your bottom lip pouting slightly as you answered him.

"tuh, i was almost hoping you had forgotten," he says with a shake of his head, his jaw ticking, "i'm already pissed the fuck off about work, then i come home to see this?"

"m'sorry, baby," you tell him, your eyes downcast slightly, until suddenly they glimmer with an idea as you look up at him. "do you wanna talk about work?"

"no," he grunts, tracing small patterns along your waist as you're still pressed up against him, causing your legs to almost give out, "i don't want to talk about shit."

"you can take your anger out on me," you meekly suggest to him, looking up with doe eyes as you trace patterns along his chest.

his blue eyes turn dark and his gaze on you now primal, as he licks his lips whilst he looks down at you — he pulls you flush against himself, connecting your lips angrily as your teeth clash. he hooks his arms under your legs and lifts you onto the bed, throwing you back down as his lips never leave yours.

he swallows a moan you let out as his tongue explores your mouth, the kiss sloppy while his hands travel up and down your body — he tugs at your bottom lips and clamps down on it slightly, causing you to whine as he pulls away, your saliva connecting both of your lips.

"such a whiny girl, always so needy," matt hums, tugging on the waistband of your shorts as he licks his lips, "you gonna let me taste you, princess?"

"please," you whine out, bucking your hips up into his to gain some sort of friction, "need you so bad, matt."

he presses your hips back down into the mattress, connecting your lips once again in a hungry, impatient kiss. he travels down to your neck, biting on the sensitive skin there and pulling out a moan from you, as he continues in a pattern leaving you writhing under his grasp.

he pulls away to admire his work with a smirk. "can't wait for you to see what that looks like."

his lips are back on your skin feverishly, pulling your top over your head as he travels down and leaves a trail of kisses to your stomach down to your navel, causing you to whine as he makes his way to the lower half of your body slowly. "matt, don't tease me-"

"i can tease you however i want, bunny," matt growls as he latches onto your thighs, his fingers creating crescent shapes in your plush brown skin as he yanks you closer to him. "now be a good girl and let me have a taste."

he's quick to snatch both your shorts and thong off your body, moving so that his face was level with your already wet pussy — he wastes no time in attaching his mouth to your sensitive bud, licking and sucking at it harshly causing a string of moans to erupt from your throat.

"f-fuck matt, feels so good!" you moan out, arching your back as one hand goes to grip his hair whilst the other fists the sheets.

he continues his assault on your pussy, licking a stripe up it before he decides to add two fingers in your dripping core while he eats you out. "oh m-my gosh, yes!"

"could taste this pussy for hours," matt groans, diving back into you with his mouth as his fingers curl inside your walls.

"please, don't stop!" you whine out, tugging at his hair harshly as his fingers curl into the sweet spot inside you, his tongue nipping and sucking at your bundle of nerves.

"you close yet, angel?" matt asks you, coming up quickly as he stares at you, your head thrown back and back arched, and he feels the way your walls squeeze his ringed fingers. "let go f'me, c'mon."

"fuck, i'm-"

like a tidal wave your orgasm comes crashing down, and you let out a loud pornographic moan of matt's name whilst you squirt all over his tongue — he lapped up the remainder of your juices, swallowing every drop as he comes up, a wicked grin painting his features as he stares down at you.

"can't wait to fuck you dumb, baby," he mumbles, quickly sliding out of his sweatpants and boxers, his cock wet with precum.

your eyes widen slightly, your lip beginning to quiver. "m-matt, i'm still sensitive-"

"i know you can take it, doll," matt tells you, stroking his cock along your pussy, lubricating his cock in your juices causing him to let out a low moan, "look at me."

without warning, he rams into you, his hips snapping against your pelvis causing you to cry out, the pain soon turning into pleasure — your nails dig into his back which were sure to create scratches as he plows into you.

"oh fuck me, your pussy feels so good," matt groans, his cock sliding in and out of you at an ungodly pace. all that could be heard was the squelching of both your juices mixed with the slapping of skin.

"right there, fuck!" you moan, arching your back as his tip kisses your cervix, causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head as your nails dig into his flesh.

"such a potty mouth," matt tuts, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. he glares down at you, one hand wrapping around your throat, putting slight pressure onto it, "oh, and did you think i forgot about your little shopping spree? such a bad girl, don't know when to listen to me."

he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, this new angle causing you to see stars as his pace somehow increases — you're a moaning mess and you'll definitely be sore by the time he's finished, but you didn't care; you loved when he fucked you senseless.

a small puddle of drool formed at the creases of your mouth, your eyes still rolled back as matt's cock continued thrusting into you harshly. "look at that, all fucked out f'me. you liked being fucked like a slut?"

all you could do is nod and whimper, causing his to grip your chin once again, forcing your gaze towards his own. "use your fuckin' words, doll face. you like being fucked like a slut?"

"y-yes, matt," you babbled, clenching around his cock as your nails drove into his flesh harder, "m'close again..."

"yeah?" matt groans, his hips snapping against yours relentlessly as his cock drilled into you, "hold it."

"i-i can't-"

"you can bunny, and you will," matt growls in your ear, biting down on your earlobe slightly before he presses sloppy kisses against your neck, biting down harshly, "fuck, i'm gonna cum. gonna let me fill you up, princess?"

"please," you whimper, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

with a moan of your name and multiple curses, matt shoots his load inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white as his hips sputter — however, he doesn't stop his assault on your pussy, still drilling his cock in and out of you.

"go on and cum f'me angel, i can feel you squeezing me," you groans in your ear.

another loud moan ensued, as your legs shook and you came on his cock, your juices now mixing with his — after one last sloppy thrust, matt pulls out of you and falls down next to you.

"you okay, bunny?" matt asks you, placing a kiss to your temple as he rubs his hand along your stomach.

"just can't move that good," you mumble weakly, giving him a small smile.

"fuck, c'mere baby," matt curses, and you scoot as close to him as possible.

he hooks both arms under your legs and your head, carrying you towards your shared bathroom — you stood there weakly, your legs still shaking as he helps you sit down so you can pee.

"stay here, and you better pee, okay?" matt instructs you, and you hum as he leaves the bathroom momentarily.

he comes back with a washcloth, wiping your legs up and rubbing smooth circles around it, causing you to relax as you smile down at him shyly.

"how bout we take a shower?" matt asks you, and you nod giddily.

matt helps you stand up and he flushes the toilet. when you turn to the mirror, your eyes widen at your neck, and you move as to get a better look at what it says.

m a t t.

lil 💌

hi gang, hope i ain't disappoint w this smut😞 my thighs were lowkey clenched the entire time, i need someone to ruin me like this💔 i love you guysss hope you enjoyed ts muah💌.

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[heartfullofleeches]

milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader

[suggestive]

Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.

Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)

Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead

Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."

Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"

Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later

Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.

Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.

Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."

Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.

Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.

Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.

Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go

Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen

Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too

Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily

Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.

[gayerthanevertbh]

labyrinth: 3

warnings: minors dni, masturbation, dirty talk, degradation (slight?), sexting (slight), minor fighting, slight angst.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: this is very short since i’m out of my writers block, so please bear with me for now. the next chapter will be longer and more interesting, as i hope. enjoy!

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“Do you want to buy a box of Canada Dry?” Wanda asked, lifting a box of Canada Dry cans. “We got rootbeer at home, but you like ginger ale, right?”

“I guess so,” I sighed, pressing my thumb and forefinger together. I'm not sure why I felt so anxious. It was mostly because I felt guilty, disgusted, and like a jerk. I've never liked feeling that way, but I am, and it hurts. “Could you get some gummies, please? My friends and I plan to go out tonight.”

“Where exactly?”

“Don’t know,” I murmured, walking back to the aisle I was in; she was following me. My friends were a bad influence on me, but I had a reason to hang out with them. It's mostly because I felt lonely and needed a social life, which is probably a reasonable explanation. I looked around to see if any tissues were left, but the left side rack was empty. Why did this grocery store look so gloomy? “Do you know where I can get some paper towels?”

“I don’t think they sell that here, Y/n.”

"But they're paper towels," I pointed out. Well, they’re incredibly ridiculous if they don’t sell paper towels. "This store is strange. Can we go somewhere else?”

My sister sighed defectively and walked to the checkout line, where we saw Natasha standing at the front door, talking to a girl. Wanda and my footsteps came to a halt. What is she doing here? I thought. Is she stalking me? No, that’s impossible! Why would she be following you? You’re crazy. But maybe I'm crazy. Perhaps delusional. Natasha smiled as she approached her soon-to-be ex-wife, not giving me the slightest attention I needed.

“What are you doing here?” asked Natasha with a pondering voice. She looked at Wanda’s cart and formed an “O” on her lips. “You’re buying groceries? Here?”

“The market is crowded,” Wanda explained exasperatedly, itching to leave her presence. She was full of guilt. “Listen, maybe we shouldn’t talk here–”

“Why? Are you embarrassed by your sister?" She chuckles, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. It was up to me to feel guilty. I felt like I would puke whenever they had a strained conversation. She looked at me for a split second before returning her gaze to Wanda.

“It’s not about that, Nat.”

“Then you wouldn’t be afraid to talk to me, right?”

The tension was getting worse; I was going to be sick.

“How are you, Y/n?” she asked me, her eyes finally staring at mine. I took a deep breath and answered her quietly: “I’m doing good, how about you?”

“Peachy if you asked me.”

Wanda sighed through her nostrils, mumbling to her wife. “Can you please not do this here? It’s better if we talked outside.”

Natasha looked at her wife for one last time before saying, “I’m going ahead; you can have fun fucking other men.” before Wanda could even apologize, the woman strutted out as the door dinged loudly when it closed. I looked at her for a split second before walking away because I was embarrassed to look at her. I was ashamed and enraged that I had slept with her wife.

And I, my friends, was the issue.

Natasha lets out a quiet grumble as she pumps herself faster, trying to catch her release. Nothing has ever turned her on; even a pornographic video wouldn't make her dick hard. Call her a disgusting pervert; she has been thinking about her wife’s sister instead of the woman she loves.

Well, used to love.

Her appendage grew harder from the thought, and she couldn't help but moan in her bedroom as images of Y/n flashed through her mind, almost vividly. The older woman licks her lips hungrily – furiously jerking herself off.

“Suck it,” she commanded as I looked up at her with teary eyes. Her voice was soft and soothing, if that's the best way to put it. "Hurry up, baby. I’m so hard for you.”

"B-But—" Before I could even say anything, the tip of her cock slipped into my mouth as she threw her head back to enjoy the sensation of my mouth. She couldn't get enough. She grips my ponytail and pushes my head slowly, watching intensely at her length disappearing within my lips.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she chuckles deeply as her buttcheeks clench with my saliva coating her dick. “Keep going for Daddy, be a good little girl for me.”

Her hips start to thrust back and forth, imagining that my mouth was my cunt instead. Although she prefers my mouth more since she once mentioned that I could do anything with my tongue and my pussy could never do the same. She whispered darkly, “Too big, huh?”

I nodded, whimpering as her dick pushed deeper into my throat.

“You’re my little slut, my sweet tiny whore,” she sighs blissfully and grabs the base of her cock and pumping it slowly. “Oh, your mouth feels so fucking good… you’re my little virgin, right? God, your mouth is a virgin for me.”

Natasha closes her eyes, reaches for her tip, and squeezes it, which makes her shudder. “God, you feel amazing, Y/n…”

She pulls out her cock, covered in my saliva, and says, "I'm going to cum in your slutty mouth." This makes her grin like an evil woman. She wraps her hand around her dick and starts pumping it rapidly, pulling my mouth closer as she gets closer to her climax. “Open your mouth for my cock, baby girl. G-Gonna cum right now–”

Natasha arches her back as she spills over her stomach, a thick white substance coating her skin. “Fuck–Oh god…” she sighs and spurts cum all over her abdomen, unsure when she will stop. All she could think about was Y/n submitting to her while she fucked her dumb in the bedroom she used to share with Wanda. The thought of having an infatuation with the little girl is so sinful that it makes her cock rock again just thinking about it. The woman sighed loudly and wiped her hand on her used shirt as she felt Y/n taking all her milk.

“God,” she whispers hoarsely to herself. “I’m a pervert.” but she could hardly blame herself. Y/n did submit to her – there was nothing she could do but give her the same attention; it was mutual. As she looks down at her flaccid penis, she imagines the girl being her wife instead of Wanda. Well, that is something. She pondered, making her create a small smile on her face. As soon as she was about to touch herself, her phone vibrated – making her jolt up and look at her phone, wondering who had texted her.

Y/n: can I see you tonight? I want us to talk.

Natasha had a sinister thought. What if I send her a dick picture of mine? She thought. As she swiped her phone to open her camera, she stopped. If Wanda saw the photo, everything would fall apart, making her the helpless villain. But her self-esteem was gone; she wanted to jerk herself off thinking about Y/n, who drives her insane these days. She would scream at her if her therapist found out about this incident. This was a terrible but appealing idea.

She takes a screenshot of herself holding her dick and sends it without hesitation.

Now she just has to wait.

After what seemed like hours, the girl replied.

Y/n: your cock is really big…

Natasha chuckles to herself and gently touches her penis, tilting her head slightly. Her cock twitches in her hand as she quickly types on her screen and sends a small message.

Natasha: Show me your tits.

Y/n: wanda is downstairs. i can’t.

Natasha: I want to see your tits. Make my cock hard, baby.

She waited for two minutes and received a photo from the girl. Y/n was pressing her breasts together, creating cleavage. Her dick got harder from the image, and she quickly saved it in her gallery. I’ll feel guilty later.

Natasha: Fuuuck… Mmm, wanna cum all over that titty of yours.

Y/n: finish yourself off, tasha. ‘m with wanda right now :(

Natasha: Go to your room and make Daddy feel good.

Y/n: tasha…

Natasha throws her phone on the mattress and jerks herself off again, fapping and slapping, filling her bedroom as she closes her eyes tightly. She imagines Y/n in her bed with her legs pried open and her mouth. The things she could do to her make her crazy – insane almost. She reaches the base of her cock and thrusts slowly in the air, hoping to find her fleshlight to finish the job. But the woman couldn't get up; she couldn't get enough of the young girl's mouth and cunt. As she approaches her climax, she pulls out her phone and searches for a photo of Y/n to coat her cum on. She eventually came hard, and her cum was all over the screen of her phone.

She proudly smiled to herself, knowing that her little girl would always be a slut for her.

She became desperate, wanting more of the girl until her last breath; she was in love, deeply in love with Y/n.

Maybe not her, but the body that she had.

oof what an ass she is

[wayfayrr]

The cannibros debut <3

This was written as a collaboration between me and my beautiful wife @angry-trashcan <3 We've been talking about some of the chain in hhau getting closer to Sage, mostly Sky and Twilight and about how this would happen. It started daily wholesome but now every time we talk it always loops back to one topic. But this is one of the best things I've ever written and definitely, the most fun thing to have written so everyone go and say thank you to my wife for making this so incredible to write <3

this is 2.5k words and a warning for vague cannibalism and for sky being "drunk" 💖

“Is this supposed to taste like this?”

“What do you mean, this? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I don’t know, It’s just bitter and ehhhh…”

“You fools wouldn’t know good if it hit you with it’s car. It tastes just fine.” Sage takes another drink.

“Well it’s a good thing you can’t drive isn’t it?” 

If looks could kill, Sky and Twilight would be six feet under by now. “It’s just an acquired taste. Better than… that shit.” He nudged his hand towards Sky.

“Alright, look you can take your old man's drink. I’m going to have fun with mine.” Sage’s glare can only barely be rivalled by Sky’s side-eye at that moment, with the knight's more playful aggression compared to the outright murderous look in Sage’s eyes. 

Twilight laughed at the two, taking a sip of his own drink. “No ‘fensse to ya, but I just think it tastes like hammered dog piss.” He shrugged.

“Rancher I’m fairly convinced you’ve killed your mouth to the point where you can’t taste anything. So you don’t really have an argument here.”

“You ain’t gotta clue what goes on with my mouth, thank ya very much.” The rancher finished his drink quickly.

Finishing his own Sky managed to slur out a few words, seemingly struggling with the alcohol far more than his companions. “Come on twi, we’re just havin’ some funnn…” 

Twilight gave the man a sideeye, “Yeah, buddy. We sure are.”

“I thought you said you game him something non-alcoholic this time?” with a nudge from Sage to get the ranchers' attention, it’s pretty clear there was a miscommunication somewhere, or Sky really is that light.

“I did.” He smiled, glancing over to the blonde. “It’s rootbeer. There ain’t nothin’ in it. I know we got things to do tonigh’.”

“THEN WHY IS HE ACTING SO DRUNK???” 

“..... whos acting drunk?”

“... don't worry about it Sky,”

“I can’t tell ya! I didn’t do nothin’!” Twilight looked between Sky falling into a chair and Sage. “It was just rootbeer. Unless… Wind.”

“Be careful what you accuse my son of rancher.”

“All I was gonna say was he may have switched the rootbeer out! Sounds like somethin’ he’d do.”

While this was going on Sage was trying to keep Sky from falling anywhere, or from getting too touchy for the moment. Seemingly it was working and should continue to work as long as he doesn’t get distracted. “Why would he make it Stronger?? If anything he’d steal the stronger drinks. Not that my son would do that.”

Suddenly that focus was lost as Sky slumped against sages side.

“Is he…alright?” Twilight’s question was answered with a snore. Sage looked up to Twilight with fire in his eyes.

“Not only did you accuse my son of spiking drinks. But now you’ve put Sky to sleep by doing it yourself.”

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!” Twilight rose to his feet as another snore came from Sky.

“We have business tonight. How are we supposed to do that now?”

“I don’t know?! Leave him here? Let him think ‘bout what he’s done?!”

“WHAT HE’S DONE??? YOU MEAN WHAT YOU’VE DONE, WHAT ARE YOU JEALOUS OF SKY OR SOMETHING?”

“No, no not jealous.”

“THEN WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM ALCOHOL!?”

Meanwhile sky was laying limp against sage, the argument seeming to somewhat wake him up, but barely. Not enough for anything beyond a small whine as he tries to bury himself more into sages side, drawing a grimace and another murderous glare directed at Twi.

“I. Didn’t. Give. Him. Alcohol. What are you not gettin’ through ya head righ’ now?!”

“Well, I DIDN’T DO IT?!”

Meanwhile, deep inside the house (just inside the door) Warriors listened to their conversation. “I finally get it.” He whispered to himself before leaving the door, the curtains rustling behind him.

“... Twilight? Did you hear that? It looked like someone was watching us from inside…”

Sage’s suspicions were peaked from the fluttering curtains barely noticeable from where he was standing, but just enough for him to be concerned. Was someone watching him? Listening in on them? If so he might need to deal with them sooner rather than later. For now though… He’s got more present issues,  like how to deal with the drunken knight asleep on him.

Sage looked back to Sky, half awake and mumbling to himself. “Lets get you up and somewhat sober. We need to get going soon.” He shot another glare to Twilight before pushing Sky into a chair. “Watch him. I’m going to get water.”

Twilight watched the door close behind Sage before getting in Sky’s face, searching for any hint of alchol on his breath. Which there was none. “This fucker-”

Sage opened the door to find Twilight in Sky’s face and paused in the door way, glass of water in hand.

“I leave you alone for a minute… and you're already trying to make out with him when he’s blackout drunk?”

Sage gave no room for Twilight to defend himself, walking over glass in hand to push him away from Sky. Thankfully none of the water spilt, although he wouldn’t have been bothered to have gotten Twi wet. It saves the risk of leaving Twilight alone with Sky again.

“He can’t even consent to it!? Is this what you had planned from the start!?”

Twilight put his hands up “I was-”

Sage cut him off “Don’t even try. I saw what you were doing. All up in his face. You pervert.”

Twilight scoffed. “If you’d let me fin-”

Sage pushed him back, “I said I’m not having it.” He handed Sky the glass as carefully as he could manage, almost dropping it.

“Oh! More… ta drink!” Sky stumbled out.

“Yeah, bud. Thats what it is. Better hurry up and drink it!” Twilight couldn’t help but just stare at the duo.

“Come on sky, look the faster you sober up the faster we can get back to business.”

After a moment of battling with the drunken knight to get him to drink it was only a matter of minutes for him to come back to his senses. Without even the slightest trace of the hangover that should have followed had he been drunk. 

“Yeah, alright. Sorry about that guys I didn’t mean to get so drunk…”

Twilight watched this with a bitter expression like he knows something that in reality should have been as clear as day to them all. But for whatever reason wasn’t even considered in the panic.

He bit his tongue. “Should we be goin’ or no.” The way he said it was more of a statement than a question.

“You should be lucky I don’t tell Sky what you were trying to do to him before.” Sage hissed out, standing next to him. “Don’t let your hangry ass start complaing now.”

Sky looked between the two of them, “What was he-”

“Nothin’. Let’s get goin’.”

“Twilight was trying to kiss you before. Not like I’d let him before I could.”

“What are you two talking about??”

With Sky’s question staying unanswered, the trio of them retreated back into the main room, muttering their final ideas for the evening's business. Not quite expecting who was waiting for them in the room, looking like he knew so much more than he should. When he didn’t really know anything.

“Where are you three going then?”

Sage’s eyes narrowed on Warriors. “To the store. Do you need something while we are out?”

“I do, I’d rather just come along if that’s alright.”

“Rather ya didn’t.” Twilight spoke. Sky coughed next to him.

“Yeah, maybe some other time. But I’ll be sure to grab you some more hair gel while we are there.” Sage waved his hand in his direction as he turned to the door, reaching for his shoes.

“It wasn’t really a question.” Warriors smug look stayed planted on his face.

“Well, it’s a no.” Sage called as he walked out the door.

After slamming the door in Wars’ face they headed down to the garage in order to get to Sky’s car, knowing or in this case thinking that it wouldn’t be possible for Wars to follow them from here. 

“So can you remember who we’re going after today? Was it that coffee shop worker or the person from our love’s office again?”

“Coffee shop, He’s been pushing the limits again.”

“How long should it take then, I’d rather keep it short. And you need to get some hair gel now so we best be quick.”

As they all piled into the car their silence was tense, like something else was waiting to happen.

“Um… Hey guys.” A voice came from the backseat and all eyes slowly moved to it.

“Where the fuck did you come from.” Sage breathed out.

“Uh, inside the house?” Warriors laughed, scared.

“You probably should have stayed there.”

“I, I thought I would tag along-”

“I said NO.”

The air in the car was thick as everyone tried to steady their own breathing. Warrior’s eyes never leaving Sage’s.

“How much did you hear?” Sage’s voice was low, trying to keep the words steady.

“That - that you best be quick because you need hair gel as well?”

“Look… You should try to sound more confident when you lie captain.”

“I - I’m not lying. Why would I be lying to you?”

“Because you’re scared Wars. You’re scared of me.”

The air in the car chilled at this very moment, the weight of their combined words crushing Wars’ chest and leaving him gasping for air. He should be able to manage this. He’s the commander of the Hylian royal army… or he was. When he was in Hyrule. Twilight's stare only seemed to make things worse, the usual warm rancher now stone cold and judging him. 

“You have one more chance to tell us what you have heard. One.”

“You… are going to run some errands it seems.” He breathed out.

“Uh huh, what kind of… errands?” 

Warriors looked around the car for the first time, seeing the way Sky was looking at him through the mirror, the way Twilight’s eyes seemed to eat him alive, and Sage’s own stone cold gaze. “Something is going on with a coffee shop worker. ANd possibly an office employee?”

Sage nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Do you have any idea how much danger you’re in right now, captian?”

“A lot?”

“A lot. More than you would have ever been in. You don’t have any soldiers to call for aid here.”

“... Alri-ight.”

The stares from people who were once his closest friends seemed to be getting to him now, gradually wearing down his mental state. Why did they go to Sage rather than stay by his side? What’s so much better about Sage?

“Wars. I don’t want to hurt you, you’re my friend. But you can’t just listen in on us like that.”

“Sky’s right. You can’t do that. And I suggest you don’t if you care for your safety.” “I- I won’t say a word.”

“See, that’s not what I’m worried about. Because I know that if you get out of this car, go inside and act like nothing happened tonight, you will eventually crack. There’s no doubt about it.”

Warriors took a deep breath, trying to push himself further into the seat of the car.

“But, if you come with us, and I show you what there is to be afraid of if you do crack? You won’t.”

Sky looked to Sage, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Sage shook his head, “Our options are kill him or take him. What do you say?”

“I say take me…”

“...Please don’t say it with that tone. It’s not a romantic thing. What are you assuming?”

“Well, twilight was trying to kiss you earlier no?”

For the first time since Wars was found within the car, the eyes were off of him as Sky turned back to twilight, mildly confused now.

“Yeah… about that…”

“Now isn’t the time sky.”

“Sorry.”

“But no. This isn’t romantic. It’s just business.”

Warriors nodded, sitting back in his seat when Sky put the car into reverse. The car pulled out of the garage and onto the empty street. Quickly picking up speed once it was out of view of the house.

“I ain’t gotta clue where ya learned to drive like this. But it’s damn fun I gotta say.”

Sky laughed a bit, turning onto the wider road. “I’ve watched a few of those Fast and Furious movies.”

Sage just hummed, his eyes watching Wars in the mirror. Warriors kept his gaze out the window the whole drive, noticing only when they pulled up to a small coffee shop.

“Twi did you remember the garlic powder today?”

“... Uhhh…”

With an overdramatic sigh and a look to Sky for some reassurance that not everyone is so hopeless at the moment Sage reached into the glove box for his emergency reserves. Pulling out a few small bottles of assorted spices, some more common and others that were harder to come by.

“I can’t stand to see you waste what could be a fantastic meal. Please Twi. Just use them.”

“Why would you need spices going into a coffee shop, I thought [name] said the food in there was all precooked and prepared for you?”

“You’ll see.”

Warriors swallowed as Twilight took a few of the spices from Sage, shoving them into his pocket. The car sat parked with the lights off for some time. Waiting for something it seemed. Sky broke the silence after nearly an hour. “There he is.” He sat up in his seat, pointing to a worker walking out.

“Well, you know the drill. Keep up with him until we get an opening. Lets go.” Sage opened his car door. Stepping out as the rest did the same. Warriors took a moment before he followed suit.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.”

They got onto the side walk, following a bit of a ways behind the man as he turned down a smaller road. Sage nodded and Sky slipped into an alley. A few groans and a muffled shriek was heard from around the corner before the caught up to the man. Turning into a connecting alleyway, they found them.

“Now twilight, you can have it fresh before the ‘stiffness’ sets in if you use the spices I gave you, or you can wait.”

Twilight’s stunned face at Sage’s blatant blackmail was enough to throw wars off, Fresh? No that doesn’t mean… But the corpse on the pavement proved otherwise. 

“You mean you’re actually- “

“Fine. I’ll salt it a little.”

Sky’s arms held him in place, not letting him look away, not that he would've been able to at this point. Morbid curiosity held him firmly in place. Twilight's movements were reminiscent of a rabid beast, one that hadn’t eaten in days as the body lost more features that could be used to determine its identity at a terrifying rate. Although true to his promise, He did salt it first.

[ad-hawkeye]

Hiii rootbeer anon here if u even remember lol so my friends and I are having dinner tomorrow and they're bringing their partners so i told them im bringing mine too and the absolute chaos is insane but the thing is im actually bringing my Alkaid acrylic standee and one of them has been asking me so many questions about my date and now she's panicking about what language we should use with him (were all multilingual) even tho its totally fine and every time she asks me something about him I'd look at the standee and wonder what would Alkaid say? Anyways i just wanted to share this with someone random lmk if you want an update on how it goes lmao hopefully they dont end up killing me

HELPPPPP HELLO TO ONE OF MY FUNNIEST ANONS

i swear you live an infinitely more interesting life than i do and for that i am ever so deeply jealous

no you see the bit here is - next time - when you claim you're bringing a guy for REAL this time, that's when you pull out a cael standee and everyone starts throwing rocks at you

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

welcome :D

(images above is not mine, it's an art req by @pokimoko[a cool person :D]!) (i will hold onto these forever tysm dude)

(also AUDHD OCTOLING SQUID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(tw!!! I swear here(got that American and Scottish in my dumb self), if you don't like it, you should probably go!!! I don't wanna make people sad :<) 🦑 ★ this abt me temp is by @electricalstemplatesᔦꙬᔨ—!! ╰━ Name: Spike ↭ Age: not telling but here's a hint: I cannot drive a car┊🎮 Pronouns: any! she/her is preferred tho!!! ﹅ __gender: Transfem | orient: lesbian__ꕀ🏆 ✮ l [link]() 🔫➜ I (surprisingly)have a gf who likes to be called Eight/Agent 8!!!↯ . . ੭ ⁠くコ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

⁠ C⁠:⁠彡 C⁠:⁠彡 C⁠⁠:⁠彡 C⁠⁠:⁠彡 hello, I'm Spike! you can call me Goldie if you want, too. i go by any pronouns! i have ADHD so i may forget to do things... if i do, remind me! ;-;

cake day: jan 19 :D

a furry/avian/lgbtq+ safe space! (if I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me!!! I don't wanna make you feel that way!!!!)

i am opening art requests again after like 3 months lol i can draw:

pfps

ocs(that aren't complicated)

memes

reaction images

art prompts

please send asks on @askbfdicharactersorocs i wanna draw objects more

BUBBLE BLOG: @thebubblebfb

BH BLOG: @etherealhole

LIY BLOG: @liythefourbiddenexplorer

TWO BLOG: @two-integer

ROOT BEER(my objectsona) BLOG: @transfem-cowgirl-cook-rootbeer

GOO BLOG: @cheerfactoryco-founder

TEA KETTLE BLOG: @caring-kettle-ii

FOURBIDDEN AU BLOG: @fourbiddenarchives

ANOTHER WORLDBULDING BLOG WITH ANOTHER OBJECTSONA: @spikyhairpick

WEATHERY BLOG: @ask-weathery

you can also find me on: RobloxWattpadBeta.Character.AIScratchRedditTwitter/X

here's Root Beer V3!

AND Golden Egg!

about the Salmonling:

ROOT BEER?!?!/!(REAL)(AT 3 AM) :000000000

nicknames:

Spike - yea sure, anybody can call me this Salmonoid - it's salmonling, but they get mixed up often so yea :) Salmonling - sure :) Golden Egg: godamnit 8 I will get you back for that (she kept calling me this when we were at a cafe and due to me having the 'ability' to get embarrased easily of a glass ant with broken legs I was a blushing mess for the rest of the time I was with her--) THING - w h y d o y o u c a l l m e t h i s Person - ok???????? Root Beer - go for it :D Spika - this one's your fault irl fren/silly Pika - other sona's name so ye :D Asteroid - old roblox name, ye :D Asriel/Alphys - my kin so ye :) legal name - big no-no >:( Any other silly little nicknames: go for it!

i run a BFDI/TPOT/II ask blog called @askbfdicharactersorocs! if you wanna ask stuff there, to to that :D i also have a blog that just puts Root Beer in random ass places that y'all ask me for called @puttingrootbeerinplaces!

i'm a young artist trying to build my following on Tumblr! I draw many things, including;

-{memes(sometimes)}- -{CHANGED}- -{Bugsnax}- -{fanart(sometimes)}- -{Battle for BFDI/TPOT}- -{Mysterious Object Super Show}- -{Otherworldy Ravenous Beast}- -{Animated Inanimate Battle}- -{Open Source Objects}- -{Excellent Extraordinary Entities}- -{Beautiful Ultimate Really Never Ending Realm}- -{The Daily Object Show}- -{The Nightly Manor}- -{Inanimate Insanity Invitational}- -{and other object shows!}- -{smaller game characters}- -{splatoon}- -{transfurs}- -{My own OCS}- -{UNDERTALE}- -{Cookie Run}-

and more to come in the future! my blog is mainly for wholesome content cuz do a lot of meme/just straight up wholesome art.

i'm alright with nsfw art of my ocs although i wont draw any nsfw myself. i'm not ready yet...

my asks are always open, I would love to answer questions for you all on both accounts! :D

my account isin't that active with posts since i often forget to finish or just start another drawing...

i appreciate likes and reblogs and I would love for you all to follow me on my adventure through Tumblr! be sure to stick around for stuff like work in progress animations and artwork. <3

birthday: jan 19 :D

fav colors: 💜purple💜 💙blue💙 💖pink💖

Interests:

Object Shows

Memes

Spongebob(ik sounds generic but yea i love that show)

Pokemon

Minecraft

Splatoon

Roblox: @mayab3020

UNDERTALE

Bugsnax

Cookie Run: Kingdom

kin:

Remote (Tpot/Bfb)

Asriel (UNDERTALE)

Alphys (UNDERTALE)

Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

thank you for reading :>

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[applecabin]

"But I know a sound is still a sound around no-one" 🍎*ೃ༄｡𖦹 °

WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!

| apple | seventeen | she / her |

about the blog:

this blog is SFW and a safe space

i post moodboards, collages, & rambles of my thoughts here

you're always welcome to ask me questions or chat ^^

if you want something taken down message me

no images are mine unless i specify

moodboard requests are open

things i like:

apples

rootbeer

pondering

wizards!!!!!!!

mint chip ice cream

most bugs and crustaceans!!

the visceral beauty of living lol

taking pictures of nature

journaling my thoughts

thrifting for clothes

music

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

@firecurls-27 and I have clogged up a whole aggie.io canvas

Curls' drawings

Mine

(rootbeer belongs to @m0squito91 felt the need to draw him with his noncanical sister)

As you can see, she's much more productive XD we shall be back with more probably XD

[introvertedwolf]

Trick or treat

Claeys cold fashioned hard candies be upon ye! pick your favorite flavor kids (mine is rootbeer, not pictured)

[cambriancutie]

as a fellow milk lover i have three questions:

favorite milk type (whole, 2%, fat free)

favorite flavored milk

largest amount of milk youve drank in one go

mine are whole, rootbeer milk, and 8 pint sized glasses during one meal

i only drink %2 cause its the only milk we're allowed to have in the house

i like strawberry milk

i think the biggest about of milk i drank was in one of those big tall glasses. it was good