#Quaff

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🍵 The people want a haiku featuring the word "quaff"

Small, timid creatures Cautiously sipping at life — Quaffing is for Kings!

[awkwardgtace]

Drunk Risks

Quaff. Which apparently is also a type of drink. This story took a mind of its own but here we are.

Yes it's mafia au, yes it's Rhys and Vincent. These two got some love this time.

Looking into the tech that could make giants human was starting to get to Rhys. He went out for a night of fun, the kind of fun he usually hid from his family.

CW: Recreational drug use. Alcohol. Near death. Some dehumanization. Drug use, the kind that's not recreational (Idk Rhys spikes some drinks so people think they're eating humans when it's just a fake.)

Drunk Risks

Rhys slid into one of the reserved half-circle booths at the bar with a sigh. The section kept giants passing through or outside the families from seeing the humans served. He used these places to avoid his family when he wanted a break. Despite it being neutral territory most of the staff were his crew. The ones he personally trained to swap out humans. Their presence was the only reason he could let go.

He waved to the first server that looked his way for his usual. Anything sweet and strong. He needed it. There was no information coming through his network. He’d hit more than one dead end trying to understand the tech to turn giants into humans. Each detail he understood left him with new questions. How to reverse it? How could he use it to fix himself without hurting humans…

“Rhys Kamia as I live and breathe,” someone said. Rhys looked up and met a familiar face.

“Tony Carillo,” Rhys smirked, “what could bring you to this side of town?”

Tony slid into the booth until he sat dangerously close to Rhys. The other giant took Rhys’s drink from his hand and took a sip. “I always forget how sweet you like your drinks.”

“I guess you should have your own then.”

Rhys waved to another server. One of his. His index finger slightly in front of his middle to signal Tony should get a special drink. One with a mild hallucinogenic Rhys cooked up. It made giants think the dolls his family swapped in struggled in their drinks. Perfect way to swap out humans in danger.

“So, what brings you out here?” Tony slid his hand onto Rhys’s thigh. His hand had plenty of room to rest. A shiver ran down Rhys’s spine, he had to admit he liked that he was bigger. “It’s been a while since you were around for some… fun.”

“I’ve been trying something new. It’s not getting me anywhere so I thought I’d come back to the good old bar nights,” Rhys said in a harsh whisper. He leaned forward so Tony could stare directly into his eyes. He felt fingers dig into his thigh.

“Why don’t we have some drinks and see where the night takes us?” Tony moved his hand closer to Rhys’s inner thigh.

The server dropped off Tony’s drink. Rhys downed what was left of his own and ordered another. Before long Tony’s usual entourage found them. Kamia’s were the only major family known to travel alone. Their height made it possible. Most giants didn’t even reach Alessia’s shoulders let alone his own. It made it a lot easier when Rhys wanted to have some fun. The sheer difference between himself and his partner of the night could get him off.

The night sailed forward with the others happily swallowing doubles while Rhys played along. At one point he had someone slip the hallucinogenic into his own drink. It was his guilty pleasure. Nights swallowing dolls were fun like this. The only times that the way he felt seeing a scared human didn’t fill him with guilt. 

It didn’t take long for Rhys to fall quiet. The others kept going. Constantly laughing. He stared at his glass, at the double that he could see for what it was when he focused. His family knew about the drug, but not that he used it. That sometimes he liked the way he could scare humans. That he liked their taste and if he’d been with another family would be a clear enemy to the one he knew. He didn’t deserve the family he’d been born into.

“Rhys,” Tony’s voice in his ear made him shudder. “You’ve been quiet. Already done with the performance?”

Rhys pushed himself back and threw an arm over the booth. He waved his hand as he laughed to send a new signal. He’d had enough. It was time for his drinks to get watered down. He’d let his mind wander, the alcohol had started to break down the walls he kept up. Ones hiding his feelings from himself.

“Far from over,” Rhys let out a growl and placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder. Small, easy to control. It made him almost desperate to move things along. Get out of the bar for the only fun he got from other giants. “Maybe we need a change of scenery.”

Tony shrank back from him. There was a hint of fear in the other giant’s eyes. A familiar look. There had been times Rhys was rough after drinking. Safe words were never ignored, but bruises stood out. That was fine, most nights it was better Rhys went home alone. He couldn’t get the humans he saw on his nights of fun to safety. It only made the monster in him all the more obvious.

“Why don’t we play a little game instead?” Tony suggested. The purr on the end left Rhys a little hope for the fun he wanted.

“What game do you suggest?” Rhys asked.

“Give me a minute to set things up, it’s something I’ve had lots of fun with.”

He took the chance to visit the restroom. His presence sent everyone out. It didn’t bother him. He was a monster to humans and giants. It was better that way. He stood at the mirror and focused on his eyes. He could make out the smallest hint of green in them. The only visible sign of his drug. He couldn’t work that out no matter how hard he tried.

After a few minutes of watching himself Rhys turned on the sink. Splashed water on his face a couple times. He’d get through the game. Then go home with a nice buzz, unless Tony decided he wanted to go home together after all. With a deep breath to steady himself, Rhys left the restroom.

At the booth, Tony had set out a bottle of rum. Rhys held back a grimace, his drinks weren’t going to be watered down if they came from that. He took his seat in the booth again. Admittedly it took him longer than he would have liked to notice that they were alone. He raised an eyebrow before staring down into Tony’s eyes.

“A private game?” Rhys said. “Not that I’m complaining, but it is surprising.”

“I thought it was best when I’m using my private collection,” Tony purred as he pressed against Rhys. He followed Tony’s eyes to the bottle of rum. It seemed obvious that was what he meant. It wasn’t uncommon to bring your own to a neutral bar. Never knew what flavor of human would be around.

“Then let’s get started.”

Tony grinned once Rhys spoke. A cup was pushed in front of him. In it sat what Rhys assumed was a double. Dark skin and silver hair. It was the first time he almost fell for his own tricks. Tony slowly filled his glass. As the double started to float, Rhys saw the chain that held it to the bottom. Tony didn’t stop pouring until the fake was completely submerged.

“It’s simple. Drink it all and bite the chain before the human drowns. Should be easy for someone like you,” Tony said. 

Rhys watched the illusory struggles for a little before he grabbed the cup. He’d be more worried if his crew didn’t work here. Tony’s grin almost made him want to wait until he could try to see through the drugs. When he focused for long enough he could see the double. That would only cause a question when Tony never saw the human pause.

He brought the cup to his lips slowly. Didn’t bother trying to look at the double’s features. It would only make the fact he sort of enjoyed it worse. To play the game as intended, Rhys put the cup to his lips and knocked the drink back. He had done this more than enough times to manage it with finesse. Just as he was about to bite down, the double slipped from his teeth to his tongue.

Rhys choked on the rum that was barely down his throat. It was enough to push the double-not a double, the human- out of his mouth and back into the cup. The liquor only came up to the human’s knees. Tony laughed, but Rhys barely heard it. If he hadn’t… If the human hadn’t moved Rhys would have killed him…

“I thought the taste might make you pause,” Tony laughed. “I didn’t think you’d choke.”

The taste hadn’t registered in his mind. Even now all he got was the alcohol. Damned rum had too strong of a taste. Rhys forced out a smirk and swirled the cup a bit. The human glared up at him. The man had striking eyes, one violet and one emerald. It was the first time Rhys wanted a closer look at a human. The first time he felt something more than lust. Rhys licked his lips and found a hint of the human’s taste.

“A human that tastes like copper, I can’t remember the last time I had one like that,” Rhys said. It sounded robotic to him. Forced. Suddenly it was hard to play the flippant role he’d crafted. 

“There’s plenty more, but we should keep going with the game. You didn’t win.”

Rhys felt his heart stop as the cup was filled again. The glare from the tiny man hurt as much as Ryder’s fear. He couldn’t stop this from happening. The best he could do is make it quick. Bite the chain as he slipped a blood pack into his mouth. Then he just had to hide the human in his mouth until later.

Once the bottle was set down, Rhys lifted the cup. He had more hesitation as he tilted it towards his mouth. His fangs could cut the human. Someone could hit him and he’d bite at the wrong time. He’d signed this man up for a death game because he was careless. Because he was a monster.

The rum flowed quickly into his mouth. The human fought more this time. Hands that tried to use his lips for leverage. Just as he thought he could bite down, the human stuck his legs towards Rhys’s teeth. He growled before pulling the cup away. The human grunted as he landed on the glass bottom.

“It looked like you had the perfect chance that time.” 

Tony’s voice felt like a siren song. Pushing Rhys to do the things he’d always been taught against. To take a step that would make him rather die. No matter how much he liked being bigger he wouldn’t kill a human for his own fun. He’d fight the monster that rested inside him, the one the other families let run wild.

Another filled cup, another failed attempt. The human made it hard and Rhys was trying to save him. His grip on the cup grew more firm as the attempts continued. At least half the bottle was gone before Rhys realized just how strong it was. Before he realized at some point he stopped trying to pull the human safely past his teeth and just enjoyed his taste.

“Wow, I expected you to be better at this game. Maybe I should show you how it’s done,” Tony whispered against Rhys’s ear. It only made Rhys growl and his grip get tighter on the glass.

“Please, I’m just getting a good taste. Who knows when another human that tastes this strongly of metal will come along.”

Tony laughed as he filled the cup again. Rhys felt sick, but he had to make it work this time. The game was over. The human looked tired too. It couldn’t last forever. A part of him was terrified of it lasting much longer. Terrified that the booze would win and he’d actually eat a human.

“This will be the last try,” Rhys purred. He added a wink at the end that made Tony blush, just as he wanted.

Rhys tightened his hold on the cup. Lifted it as he’d done each time until now. Then he tilted his head back and poured the whole cup into his mouth in one gulp. The human dangled in over his throat, but Rhys used his tongue to press him to the roof of his mouth. Once secured he increased the strength of his grip on the cup until it shattered. With the distraction he slipped a blood pack into his mouth and bit down. The bottom half of the cup was still in one piece and showed off the chain he bit.

“So,” Rhys licked his lips to show off the fake blood. As he did he moved the human under his tongue. “Any others like that one?”

Tony’s eyes were filled with fear. Rhys knew it well. He’d staged more than one angry outburst to turn someone off of a night of fun. Most people thought he was an angry drunk. He used it to his advantage. Before the smaller giant could move Rhys grabbed his chin and forced eye contact.

“I didn’t expect you to like it so much,” Tony laughed. Rhys knew the laugh well. The one that promised he’d be heading home alone. Tonight that meant an apartment he kept under a fake name. “Did I find your favorite taste?”

“One of them,” Rhys growled. He leaned closer, but passed by Tony’s lips. Paused next to his ear. “I’d buy more for almost any price.”

“I shouldn’t say,” Tony leaned into the position. His own lips now against Rhys’s ear, “but someone got lucky. Found a city south of our exit that’s supposed to be human only. So far out of the way no one checks on it. We’ve basically secured it. By chance the humans there are almost all metal tastes.”

“When can I get another?”

“Not for a few weeks at least. Of course, that one was the only one with a copper scent that strong. I visited the town and caught the scent before the humans even knew I was around. I thought it was perfect for you, Rhys.”

Tony’s hands ran down Rhys’s chest as he spoke. Normally, Rhys fed into it. Tried to flirt more. This time he pictured the human he’d tortured in search of his own fun. Tonight he had to be the one to turn someone else down. Rhys growled again, but kept up the appearance. Pulled back and cupped Tony’s face.

“Next shipment, let’s meet at your place,” Rhys purred. Tony’s eyes lit up as he expected.

“It’s a date,” Tony said.

Rhys took that as his chance to leave. Once he stood he fished out his wallet and dropped cash on the table. More than was probably spent, but he didn’t care about that tonight. On his way out a few of his crew tried to check on him, but he didn’t pause. He had a human that needed to get out of his mouth, cleaned up, and hopefully not to a doctor.

The run to his apartment was a blur. It was like he blinked and the door appeared. It took a few attempts for him to open it. Dropped the keys at least three times. The way the human slid around his mouth when he bent down to grab them made the guilt in his chest worse. The human wasn’t struggling… he might be dead.

Rhys stumbled through the door once it opened. Ran straight to his bathroom and turned the sink to a comfortably warm trickle of water. Ryder had more than one close call over the years, it was almost instinct. Then he carefully used his tongue to drop the human into one of his waiting hands. Rhys held the tips of his fingers under the water. Used his thumbs to try and clean off any alcohol left as it pooled around the human. 

“Please don’t be dead,” he breathed as he grabbed a little soap between a few fingers. “I can’t have killed you… Please…

—

Vincent tried not to move as giant thumbs massaged him. If he played dead the giant might throw him away or at least give him enough time to come up with what he actually wanted to happen next. It was hard once a strong scent of strawberry hit him. The giant had smelled of them and now it was overwhelming. At least the giant didn’t notice how Vincent scrunched his nose at it.

“Please don’t be dead,” the giant whispered again. A part of Vincent wanted to throw out a snarky comment. That would only confirm what the giant wanted. Then he’d have to face why it wanted him alive.

The giant’s massaging didn’t stop. Gentle prodding while he was cleaned up. It was kind of nice. He could pretend someone cared about him. Maybe the giant would treat him like a pet if he showed he was alive. Wouldn’t be the worst outcome, as long as he didn’t have to be cute.

His musings were cut off by a giant drop of salty water that hit his face. Vincent couldn’t stop himself from spluttering at the liquid. The gentle massage stopped as a gasp sounded from up above him. He chose to open his eyes and glare up at the giant that had nearly killed him.

“Thank the gods you’re alive,” the giant whispered. 

The snarky comment in his throat died out. Pink, bloodshot eyes stared down at him. He’d never seen eyes as easy to read as this giant’s. Care, relief, worry. All present and overwhelming. He couldn’t think of a time anyone looked at him like that; let alone a giant. 

One of the massive thumbs pressed him into the fingers all around him. The giant fell back and cupped his hands. Vincent sat between the two palms as the giant stared at him. Tears were falling. That had to be the salty water that landed on him. Hard to believe a giant would cry over him.

“I almost killed you…” the giant whispered.

“Yeah and now what? Am I your fun new toy? A cute pet? Or are you just waiting to finish me off when you’re sober?” Vincent sneered. 

He couldn’t let the eyes confuse him. The giant was right, Vincent nearly died. This giant had almost drowned him, crushed him, and clearly enjoyed tasting him. It was sick. He thought the whole eating humans thing was a story until now. He knew they liked how humans taste, but this was a step too far even with what he’d done to land in that city.

“I fucked up,” The giant’s voice cracked. “I didn’t check. The one time I let my guard down and I almost killed someone. I could have killed more humans than you. They’ll hate me… I hate me… I… I… I can’t let them know…”

Vincent tensed once he heard those words. Saw the shift in the caring eyes. He was the only witness to whatever this giant wanted to hide. Easy enough to get rid of. There was no escape as he sat in cupped hands. Especially with a giant bigger than the others he’d already failed to avoid.

The hands that held him closed. He was trapped in a darkness that made his heart race. He didn’t want to die. It certainly wasn’t what he signed up for before all of this. A companion to giants that wanted to taste humans. One that got caught and was sent to a middle of nowhere human only city for his crimes. The way he was thrown against the top palm when the giant moved made it worse.

“I’m a monster…” the giant whispered. Vincent dug his nails into the skin beneath him once he landed. Those words weren’t what he wanted to hear.

The hands were surprisingly steady as the giant walked. He only knew from the clacks of dress shoes against a solid floor. Vincent tried to come up with some argument to keep him alive. A reason to trust that he wouldn’t tell whoever “them” was about what happened. He wasn’t eager to explain how he was used in a drinking game as a prize.

He bit back a scream when the hands opened again. Vincent was in a free fall that he expected to end on the ground or a mouth. Instead he bounced to a solid landing on a soft surface. Once he sat up he saw the plush pillow the giant had dropped him on. The same giant fell to the ground in front of him.

“There’s no reason to believe me,” the giant mumbled, “but you’re safe here. My family doesn’t kill humans… I’ll take you home in the morning.”

“So I get to be a toy or something like a hard candy you never intend to eat?” he hissed. The eyes that met him made him feel guilty. Pain, fear, but mostly sadness. He kind of liked how easy he could read these eyes. How easy he could see the intentions behind them.

“We get you out, somewhere safe.” 

Vincent huffed. “Yeah sure, then I can go back to barely surviving until a giant comes along willing to pay for the fun you had tonight.”

“The Kamias will take care of you. That wouldn’t happen.”

Those massive pink eyes held conviction. It was enough for Vincent to actually believe him. There was something else. Something he tried to ignore. Those eyes saw him; really saw him. A person in a world that was against him. Bad luck that brought him to the situation he was in. He couldn’t accept that.

“Yeah sure and all I have to do for that is send other humans your way right? Or is this drunk promises that you’ll back out of-”

Vincent’s voice died as the giant loomed over him. Massive hands flattened next to him. Fingers a prison. Intense eyes directly overhead. He grabbed the cloth of the pillow as he leaned back to stare up at those eyes. This made him wonder if he had been reading the giant wrong. Until the tears started up again.

“No,” the giant’s voice was thick. The hands around him curled into fists. “I messed up tonight. I let my guard down and because of that you almost… I almost…”

The giant looked away, his body started to shake. Vincent watched in silence. He wanted to believe that this giant was upset by what someone could learn. Each action proved how wrong that belief was. This giant cared about Vincent. About the human that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The scent of strawberries hit him again, he was starting to like it.

“Hey, Strawberry,” Vincent said. The pink eyes were on him even when it felt like he’d barely breathed out the words.

“Strawberry?” the giant mumbled.

“What if I wanna stick around?”

“That’s… an option.” Clear confusion that made Vincent smile. The giant was actually kind of cute. “We’d still go home. Find something to cover up your scent a bit. It is pretty strong. Then my dad would probably help place you-”

“What if I wanna stick with you?”

Wide eyes, confusion. Lips that mouthed ‘with me?’ over and over again. A part of him thought this was stupid. He was just promised an easy life in some other city. If Strawberry was honest then that meant he’d never have to work again. Could maybe try getting some other job, even if most places turned him away because of his scent. Go back to school. Those easy to read eyes were the thing stopping him. The thing that won him over.

“Why? After what I did? It’s…” Strawberry’s words were soft. A kind of fear that something was misunderstood.

“You played a game to get me out of a close call. I didn’t make it easy shoving my legs and arms between your teeth so you couldn’t bite down,” Vincent said as he fell back.

They stared at each other for a few moments. As if there was nothing else in the world except them. Vincent felt seen and felt his heart skip as those eyes studied him. Fangs poked out from the giant lips as they formed the smallest hint of a smile. A silent agreement. The truth of tonight would stay between them.

“I’d need to know your name first,” Strawberry whispered.

“I’m Vincent,” he said. “Quit hovering like that already. I’d rather not sleep with you staring at me like that.

Strawberry laughed. Vincent watched as the giant moved. Sat up to watch him walk around the bed. The pillow rocked as he climbed into the bed. Vincent kept watching, a part of him felt warm at the clear care in each movement. All to keep him safe. Strawberry settled with his eyes next to Vincent. Care, warmth, and something he was almost afraid to understand.

“I’m Rhys, by the way,” Rhys whispered.

“Strawberry is better.”

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Day 17 | Quaff

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When stranded on an uncharted underwater planet, alone and surrounded by hostile lifeforms, there are only two possible outcomes: adapt and survive, or die trying.

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and violence. Mentions of drowning and suffocation.

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Fritz finds himself pausing as he walks by the window dubbed as ‘David’s’, grinning at the sight of the leviathan resting on the seafloor, mandibles relaxed and eyes closed. 

It had taken a little convincing for the teenager to get permission to build a seabase. As much as he appreciated Vincent giving him time to construct it without any hinderance, it just didn’t feel right building it while David’s back was turned. That didn’t mean he let the purple leviathan’s sacrifice go to waste! Took advantage by grabbing as much quartz and titanium from his massive collection stocked in the lifepod as he could, fabricated a habitat builder, and then waited for them to return. 

Of course, David was upset when he figured out why Vincent had provoked him. Proceeded to yell at Fritz even though he had absolutely no part in it! But then it was agreed a seabase could be built as long as everyone was part of the process. 

And by everyone, they mean David demanding certain requirements were met.

That included there being windows everywhere so Fritz is always visible. It being built near a cliff so the leviathans could easily swim up. It also having a large flat area so a leviathan can rest while watching. And only one entrance could be built. 

Vincent helped argue for Fritz when he was able to meet most of the demands, but had requirements of his own. Such as not having windows in the bedroom or else he’d never get any sleep, constantly thinking there could be something swimming directly toward him. Or having the hatch exit out onto the flat area instead of out to the cliff, because going from feet firmly on the ground to immediately having an abyss beneath him would ensure he never leave the seabase. 

In the end, everyone was satisfied. And Fritz didn’t have to worry about limited materials at all. Not with the pile of material he had sitting in the lifepod after weeks of being able to only collect from the caves in the shallows. 

He has a feeling David misses those days, going based on the leviathan always sitting at the window that seems to have the largest view of the base. Watches the teenager dart from room to room as he makes lockers, move armfuls of materials, taps on the glass when a new item was neglected to be presented for his approval. 

The best part is Vincent’s been joining in watching, too. Settles on the seafloor as well after picking a window seemingly at random to see what Fritz is up to. And David hasn’t been able to find a reason to chase him off yet, not when the purple leviathan isn’t invading his space and only asks questions with minimal taunts. 

It’s nice. David certainly agrees considering he seems to be asleep. But where’s Vincent? 

Fritz quietly runs toward the designated locker room, unable to help himself. It just feels so nice being able to use his legs the way they’re meant to be. After a month of doing nothing but swimming, he’s taken full advantage of having dry ground to run, jump, and trip on. Even if it earns comments about him being ungraceful in and out of water. The smirks after he nearly runs into something after sprinting full tilt tell him there’s entertainment value in his apparent clumsiness. 

When he reaches the wall of windows looking out at the vast ocean, he searches for Vincent’s distinct purple glowing in the distance. After coming up empty, he climbs up the later for a better view. Frowns when he doesn’t see the leviathan swimming around the shallows. 

“What are you running around for this time?” David grumbles as Fritz appears in the hallway, not even bothering to open his eyes. 

“Have you seen Vincent?” 

That has the mandibles shifting in thought as black orbs lock onto him. The leviathan then huffs as he sits up in order to look around. Roars as he tilts his head to listen for a response. 

“...I don’t hear him,” David murmurs. Sends a glare as he pushes himself off the ground. “Wait here.” 

“Wait!” Fritz calls as he runs toward the entrance. Pulls on his flippers before shoving open the hatch to exit the base. “I’m coming too!” 

“Oh no you’re not,” the leviathan growls, pulling the seamoth away before the teenager can reach it. “The only thing that would make Vincent ‘leave’ the shallows is if there’s another leviathan. ‘Meaning’ you’d get killed if you come.” 

The thought of meeting another leviathan sends a shiver of fear racing up Fritz’s back. Because David’s right. Given his previous interactions and first meetings, he will most likely get attacked if he’s spotted. Be faced with someone large enough to eat him whole trying to do just that. The leviathan in front of him won’t, isn’t lunging right now despite the teenager being completely vulnerable, but he had before. 

Still causes Fritz to curl into a terrified ball when his mandibles suddenly latch onto the seamoth. Can remember vividly the feeling of getting shaken, the sub going to be crushed around him if he didn’t escape. 

Fritz has to physically shove the memory away. Looks up to meet the expression looming above him. Sees the concern lying beneath the anger of Vincent potentially fighting someone and currently having his authority questioned. 

There’s a reason why he didn’t hesitate coming out of the base with such an enormous being waiting for him. He trusts the leviathan. He also trusts the other one that might be in trouble. 

“You’d keep me safe.” 

His declaration melts the scowl off David’s face. It comes back a second later, but it’s too late. “You stay behind me, understood?” 

Fritz immediately nods. Sighs in relief as he climbs into the seamoth once it’s carefully pushed closer. Waits with an attentive expression as a monumental glare is aimed down at him. 

David finally turns away from the base with a huff, slowly swimming so Fritz’s sub can keep up, roaring as he begins to make a wide circle. It takes the teenager a moment to realize this is his first time actually swimming with the leviathan instead of being brought along. It’s a weird feeling, not to mention a little nerve wracking when he realizes just how easily the sub could get smacked by the powerful tail. 

As he keeps a respectful distance, he diligently looks for the familiar glowing purple as they slowly widen the area of their search. Keeps his eyes focused on the ground in case Vincent found a quiet spot to sleep. Or he did fight another leviathan and doesn’t have the energy to swim. 

Fritz does a double take when his eyes catch something glowing in the distance. Goes to turn toward it when he sees a fin pass over him, diving down as quickly as he can to avoid getting knocked away. 

“You idiot,” David rumbles as he turns to face the teenager attempting to calm his heart. Because he was much too close to experiencing what the sub does when the leviathans decide to fight over it. “You can’t just stop when you’re right next to me.” 

“I’m sorry, I-I know, I wasn’t thinking,” Fritz breathes as he tightens his grip on the controls to steady himself. He’s fine, he didn’t go spinning, David isn’t actually mad just concerned. “I, um, I s-saw purple.” 

His point down earns the leviathan tilting his head to see. A warning growl sends a chill up his spine. “Stay close.” 

Fritz carefully follows after David. Feels his heart jump in his throat when he see a faint outline of Vincent sitting coiled up on the ground. Unmoving. 

“I-Is he-?” 

A low rumble silences his question. But then the purple leviathan suddenly sits up and smiles. Doesn’t look like he’s trying to hide any pain. 

Thank goodness.

“Look who finally ‘decided’ to show up.”��

Fritz happily waves in greeting, just glad to know Vincent’s okay. “Finally show up? We thought you were chasing a leviathan!” 

“I was chasing something alright,” Vincent grins. Fixes an unfamiliar look at Fritz once they finally get close enough to see he’s waiting by a rock. “I found someone I think you should ‘meet’.” 

Someone. Vincent said someone. 

Does he mean-?

His thought is cut off as a hand suddenly appears in front of him, not having realized he already climbed out of the sub and was swimming toward the rock spire. He nearly screams as it then cups around him, trying to swim away from fingers longer than he is tall keeping him from moving forward. Confused why he’s being held back, didn’t they hear, someone’s waiting for him! 

“Calm down, ‘guppy’,” shakes him to his core, prompting Fritz to look up and see David holding him. Stares as he’s watched with nothing but pure concern. “I’m not stopping you, just want to make sure you won’t get hurt.” 

The teenager climbs up the fingers, wanting nothing more than to swim down and see who’s waiting. “I-I’ll be careful, I promise.” 

“I don’t think they’d hurt him,” Vincent begins. “Just scared I’m going to kill them.” 

“They won’t use him as ‘bait’?” David murmurs, shifting his hand so Fritz’s progress is last. “Use him for ‘leverage’? Kill him because they can?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“So we’re just going to chance it?” 

“David please,” Fritz pleads as he shoves at the digits. Waits until he’s the center of attention. “I promise I’ll be safe. And you’ll stay here in case I need you.” 

The leviathan looks torn for a moment before growling lowly as he settles on the seafloor. Huffs as he finally lets Fritz go. Catches a flipper before he can swim away. “Yell if I need to ‘grab’ you.” 

“Promise,” Fritz swears. 

David frees him. The teenager doesn’t hesitate to dive through the jellyfish stingers. Whirls around as he looks for a sign someone’s been in the deep but small cavern. Jolts when he hears a gasp. 

“How-?” gets cut off as Fritz turns to see a man with sandy hair staring at him in disbelief. After a moment of silence, the man moves forward with a look of uncertainty. “Am I, is this real?” 

Fritz finds himself unable to respond. Because someone survived. Speaking in common without it shaking the very ground. Small enough to steer the seamoth and not grab it in one hand. Wearing a badge that states they were part of the Aurora crew. 

“I-” bursts out with no other words following. Unsure what he’s supposed to say. “Um-m, hi?” 

The man blinks before offering a smile. “Hi.” 

“M-My name’s Fritz,” he introduces. Because this is easier than trying to pick one of the hundred questions swarming in his mind. 

“My name’s Scott. It’s really nice to meet you, Fritz.” 

This feels wrong, introducing themselves after their ship crashed on an alien planet. Being polite, acting like nothing has changed. But even though it doesn’t seem right...this is something Fritz desperately needed. A sense of normalcy amidst everything. That even though they might never go home, this will never change. Standard interactions that don’t belong in a situation like this but are still followed. 

“Likewise.” 

Scott snorts. “What I wouldn’t do for a cup of coffee right now.” 

Fritz feels a grin spread across his face. He never drank the bitter liquid every adult around him always seemed to need, but it’s nice to know someone older than him still wants something that’s impossible to get. In his opinion, it’s a better drink to be craving over others. 

...wait. “Oh! I could build the coffee machine! I found the blueprints for it!” 

“You did?” Scott asks, looking surprised instead of doubtful. He even sounds hopeful. “Have you just stayed by the Aurora and scan everything you find?” 

“I even have a seabase set up,” Fritz confirms, unable to contain his excitement of showing someone else what he’s managed to accomplish. How far he’s come then just surviving. “I can take you to it now if you’d like!” 

Scott suddenly becomes somber, his smile disappearing. “I don’t mean to alarm you, Fritz, but I need to ask you something important. Did you see a leviathan before you came in here?” 

Of course he did, there’s always a- oh. 

Fritz forgot just how far he’s come. Not just finding a safe place to stay but also becoming friends with the leviathans that call this planet home. Scott wouldn’t know Vincent didn’t want to hurt him. It’d also be hard to trust someone so massive even if there were promises made. 

“I-I did. But he won’t hurt us!” Fritz exclaims before Scott can start to worry about being trapped in here. “I promise, he might look terrifying, but he won’t hurt either of us! We’re safer with him then in the seamoth.” 

Scott stares at him with a look of horror. “What?” 

[hexjulia]

apparently she outsold Conan Doyle and her work is seen as sort of bad. the booktok type books of the day. this does sound funny

"It was sort of compulsive, and repulsive at the same time. The writing style is appalling - they don't drink, they quaff, they eat viands, not food - the characters are totally unbelievable, and the main premise of the book is tosh. "

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

Obligatory headshot of Baldur's Gate 3 character. Meet Masserin.

[e8-12]

I've become paranoid about my headaches

the Buddhist warning of " we are not punished for our anger, we are punished by our anger" squarely parking itself on my brain pan, I once again am filled with the looming suspicion that not only do I get a headache when I am sad or angry but that my headaches always precede some calamity or problem.

In short does anyone have an aspirin?

[buddydacote]

If you're friends with me on Steam you'll see that I've been playing Black Mesa almost every day. I modded it to shit so on my cheap laptop with a melted motherboard it crashes a lot and has a bunch of bugs that I'm convinced are unique to my game. One of those changes the motors of several military vehicles to instead play Barbie Girl. If I have to hear this song one more time I'm going to shrink into a Ken doll of myself.

[audhdbuck]

hi i also have something to add!

when referring to hair, the correct description is COIF/COIFFED. not quaff. thank you. (quiff, however, is a particular hairstyle; coif is the result of styling. ex. "their hair was neatly coiffed")

tricky words I always see misspelled in fics: a guide

Viscous/vicious – Viscous is generally used to describe the consistency of blood or other thick liquids. Vicious is used to describe something or someone who is violent. 

Piqued/Peaked/Peeked – To pique someone’s interest is to catch or tease their attention. When something peaks, it reaches its total height or intensity. To peek (at) something is to look briefly, or glance. 

Discrete/Discreet – this is a tough one. Discrete means to be separate, or distinct, i.e., two discrete theories. Conversely, when someone is discreet, they are being secretive or cautious to avoid attention. 

Segue/Segway – one is a transition between things, the other is a thing you can ride at the park and definitely fall off of.

Conscious/Conscience/Conscientious – to be conscious is to be awake, i.e., not unconscious, or to be aware of something. Your conscience is the little voice in your head telling you not to eat the entire pint of ice cream. Finally, to be conscientious is to be good, to do things thoroughly, to be ruled by an inner moral code. 

Hope this helped! Please add more if you think of them!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Azul Ashengrotto: Like a Million Bucks

Bro literally looks like a Kdrama CEO 💀 or an expensive box of seashell-shaped chocolates… The groovy, meanwhile, is very Miles Edgeworth-coded!

Feel like his bedhead shout have been something more.. Ursula quaff shaped 🐙

Rise and Shine!

Azul peered into the vanity mirror and frowned.

Hair disheveled and sticking up. Pajamas and night robe in the place of a suit and jacket. Nose and brows scrunching in an unpleasant, sour expression. Remnants of sleep still clinging desperately to him.

How unseemly, Azul huffed, his expelled breath setting a few silvery locks swaying like seaweed upon a current.

“I can’t allow myself to be seen in public like this,” he muttered, running the teeth of a comb through his tresses. No client or business partner would take him seriously! “This shall soon be corrected.”

Dipping into a tub, Azul slathered his fingers in styling gel and began to massage the product in. The flyaways smoothed out, turning glossy and neat. He surveyed his reflection again, this time smiling smugly at the perfected groomed image that returned his gaze.

Now here was a something worthy of showing the world. An Azul Ashengrotto looking like a million bucks.

“That’s better.”

“What is?” you asked, peeking out from behind him. A second you emerged in the mirror’s face—and Azul startled, nearly dropping his items. Shock smeared the cocky confidence right off of him and set his spectacles askew.

“Wh-What… When did you get here?!” he demanded, scrambling to adjust his glasses. A part of him cringed at the unintended vocal crack—a weakness shining through his armor.

“Oh, a little while ago,” you replied nonchalantly, holding up a rolled up newspaper. His usual. “This was at the front door. I figured I’d let myself in and bring it to you since I already got here early.”

“Yes—well…!” Azul faltered, but he managed to reel himself back in. “Ah-HEM! Thank you for doing me the favor of retrieving my paper. I’ve been looking forward to catching up on the latest in stock market trends. Next time, it will not be necessary. Please wait for me to come to you.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing it again. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal when there is intrusion of a man’s privacy involved,” he corrected, tutting. “I was just in the middle of making myself presentable. What if you had waltzed in at an inopportune time and caught me right as I had woken up? Oh, the state I would be in!"

You cocked your head in confusion. “… I don’t get it, you’re always presentable.”

He laughed, light yet bittersweet. "You mustn't lie. Lying is most unkind of you. It takes hard work and effort to appear as I do and to maintain it."

"Yeah, of course I get that. You do a lot to come off as cool and put-together, like some big, bad businessman. But still... I dunno, I think you're plenty appealing when you have your guard down too." You shrugged, poking him in the chin with the newspaper. "Squishy and cute, like an octopus."

"You sound positively ridiculous," he grumbled with a sigh. "Jade and Floyd must have wormed their way into your mind and polluted your thoughts."

"It's the truth. No matter what the situation, Azul is always cute! So cute it's hard not to gobble you up."

"W-Would you stop saying that!!" he hissed through his teeth, telltale red splotches appearing on his cheeks. Azul hastily glanced over his shoulder and at the washroom doorway, as if expecting the twins to be looming there, snickering at his distress. "What if someone hears?! It would be a stain on my reputation!!"

"Eh? It's not like its news to anyone though. Everyone with good taste knows..."

"Wh-What?! S-So you're implying that the entire student body believes that?!" He paled, his pupils becoming pinpricks. "Where did I go wrong with my PR?"

Azul whipped away from you, receding into his night robe, head hung low. He raked both hands through his hair, releasing a whiny wail. “Enough already…! I can’t take any more of this!!”

Ah, he's retreated into a makeshift octopot to sulk.

You chuckled as you approached on swift feet. Looping your arms around him, you hugged Azul from behind. He quieted, tensing at your touch.

A single questions hovered.

“What are you up to now?”

“This Azul is fine, too,” you reassure him quietly. “Every Azul is. The strong Azul, the weak Azul… they’re all worth a million bucks and more.”

“… H-Hmph.” You didn’t miss how his voice slightly quivered before fully hardening into ice. “If you think that this flattery will make up for your brazen comments from earlier, then you are sorely mistaken.

“I fully intend to demonstrate to you the full extent of my capabilities! You will have no choice but to take me seriously. Fufufu…”

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters are ________

Eating

absorption, chew, contract, crunch, deplete, diet, dig in, dispatch, draft, exhaust, feast, finish, glut, gobble, gormandize, graze, guzzle, ingest, nibble, nosh, peck, polish off, prey on, quaff, sip, stuff, take, tear down, wolf, xerophagy

Moving

bob, careen, circulate, contort, curl, dandle, descend, dislocate, displace, drift, entwine, fidget, flourish, haul, loop, oscillate, paddle, pivot, pulsate/pulse, revolve, rock, rotate, skirt, topple, transport, tumble, twine, uproot, waft, waver, wheel, wield

Moving quickly

barge in/barge into, bolt, bustle, coast, dart, decamp, flash, flinch, flutter, gallop, glide, hurry, hustle, jiggle, make off, plunge, prance, rebound, ricochet, run, scamper, scramble, shake, shudder, skedaddle, skip, slide, slither, speed, sprint, storm, swerve, tear, twirl, wag, whiz, wobble, zip, zoom

Moving slowly

amble, creep, dalliance, decline, dilly-dally, hobble, knock about/knock around, laggard, linger, lumber, meander, plod, prowl, ramble, reel, saunter, slink/slither, sneak, steal, stroll, tarry, tramp, waddle, wander

Vocalizing

accent, bark, bellow, cackle, chant, chortle, clamor, cry, drone, giggle, growl, guffaw, harmonize, howl, laugh/laughter, locution, mumble, mutter, parrot, roar, shout, shut up, snap, snicker/snigger, squawk, stutter, voice, whimper, whistle, yammer, yowl

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary ⚜ Part 1

[rangerpanties]

i don't even know who this is

vest starbucks photoshoot has always had a sinister energy about it and yet no one has ever been brave enough to discuss this

[steviebbboi]

Old Bonds, New Beginnings

Pairing: Biker!Ari x F!Reader

Part 1/2

Word Count: 8.4k~ (i think i have ruined myself)

Summary: You and Ari grew up together as childhood best friends to now reluctant strangers. Let adrift by leading the "Red Sea Roaders MC," and with you taking over your father's floral shop, the two of you are polar opposites. What happens when Ari takes a risk in rekindling a connection with you?

Disclaimer: This is from the results of this poll~ i'm hoping that biker!Ari is as satisfying to read as it was to write him. This is a two-parter though so peep what is to come too! We don't see too much biker interaction in part 1 but don't worry, we will 😏 also, this work is unbeta'd so any mistakes you see are totally my bad!

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Minors DNI; semi-mentions of assumed violence, mentions of illegal activity, mentions of underage/teenage 'first times' (with reader being in freshmen yr into sophmore yr, while ari was junior yr into senior yr of highschool), explicit language, explicit smut, oral sex (f. receiving), p in v, size kink, mild angst and grief from both reader and Ari, nostalgia, fluff, SQUIRTING galore, Ari is worshipping Reader (as he should), slight/mild dumbification, overstimulation, reader is thIQUE, Sharon is mentioned but not featured, highkey mutual pining and love, *smut is after the floral cut!

*if i have left anything out, please feel free to lmk!

It means so much to me for my work to get out there in reaching other folx who may also really enjoy Biker!Ari and Reader. If you could kindly reblog my work as you enjoy reading it, I would be immensely grateful. Every reblog also serves as such a motivator to help me continue writing~ thank you so very much for interacting with me and hoping to connect soon <3

Gathering twine, you wrap the delicate stems together mindfully as you feel a smile grow upon your face. The bouquet held together a mix of peonies and geraniums – two underrated flowers, in your opinion.

Involuntarily, you start humming that tune that you heard earlier that day as you continued to strategically put together delicate arrangements. So caught up in the song, you didn’t hear the store bell ring as you went into the backroom for more twine. 

“Hell-ooo? Can I get some help here?” A voice complained from the front. You quickly placed the flowers down and walked through the doorway to see a man looking at his watch impatiently as he waited for you to reach the front desk. You saw his face change into something akin to surprise as you noticed his impatience shift into a semblance of a smirk as he scrutinized you.

“Ugh, here we go.” You thought to yourself as you internally rolled your eyes at the man. He was quite handsome, but not really your type. His hair sported a nice quaff to it and a thin layer of hair covering his face. He was donning a bold, red suit and a nice pair of Ferragamos oxfords. Undoubtedly, a man with money. What he was doing in a flower shop downtown– you speculated that he was definitely picking up for his wife, or girlfriend. 

“Or both,” You thought with a small smirk as you greeted him. 

The man proceeded to put on his charm as he grinned at you. “Hey sweetheart, I was wondering if you could help me figure out the best flowers to pick out for my girlfriend?” 

“Which one?” You asked him. He blinked and responded dumbly, “W-which one?” 

You blinked back at him innocently, “Yes…as in, which kind of flowers were you thinking of?” 

The man paused and closed his eyes in embarrassment. “Ah, right.” As he gathered himself, you couldn’t help but purse your lips to continue covering your knowing smirk as your previous theory just got confirmed. Works every time. 

You straightened up as he continued, “I was thinking maybe roses? That’s classic ‘romance’ that you can’t really go wrong with, right?” 

Responding with a resounding hum and tilt to your head, “Roses are a classic. You could always put together a few different kinds, depending on the occasion. Is there something specific that you’re trying to convey?” You lead him towards the back of the store towards some pre-wrapped rose bouquets sitting waiting to be picked.

“I showed up late to a date so I figured I’d do something nice to make up for it, y’know. Make her happy, I guess.” The man said nonchalantly as he placed his hands in pockets uncaringly.

You’re turned away from him, thankfully, as your eyes really did roll this time. “You would probably make her happy if you were on time instead.” You thought sardonically. You see men like this everyday, coming into your store and having so many assumptions on how to make up for careless mistakes that never get rectified. Most men tended to think that flowers would be enough, and your heart went out to every single one of their partners and wished them better.

“Sure, hm, maybe these?” You turned with the bouquet in hand and noticed that he stood way too close to you, and from the look on his face, he knew it too. 

You felt your hackles rise as you uncomfortably cleared your throat and used the bouquet as a divider between the two of you to create some space. You held it out to him and backed up a few feet, “What are your thoughts?” 

Unfortunately, it’s these same men who also take one look at you and decide that you’re worthy prey enough to make you girlfriend #5. 

The man simply smirked at the distance that you created and said, “Looks great. Let’s do it.” 

You muttered out a relieved “great” and started to walk towards the front of the store again to ring him up, eager to get this sale over with so that he could leave. Unbeknownst to you, the man was staring at your ass as you walked away and muttered out a quiet, “damn.”

You turned to stand behind the counter and proceeded to wrap up the bouquet into a protective layer of transparent plastic when he said, “So, what’s a pretty thing like you working in a shop like this?” 

Not even bothering to hide your dismayed reaction, you let out a sigh and responded, “Well, like most ‘pretty things’ do, I decided to own my own shop, just like this.” You ended your reply with a sardonic laugh. The mocking tone in your voice was unmistakable as you slid the finished product across the desk for him to take. 

“That’ll be an even $85, sir.” You looked at him blankly as his eyes narrowed in annoyance, both from your sarcasm and when hearing the price.

“$85 for this heap of crap that’ll die in a few days?!” He exclaimed disbelievingly. 

You wanted to respond with, “It’s not like you can’t afford it, asshole,” but your head won out and spoke for you, “They’re in season– but considering that they were already prepared for you, this is a pretty considerate price, sir.” 

The man just let out a huff and was about to argue with you more until his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the name, rolling his eyes. Given how he proceeded to neglect your current conversation and went to text harshly instead, you predicted that it was either work or the aforementioned girlfriend. Which number, well, given the excessive frown that was adorning his face, you’d guess #1.

The man shoved his phone back into his pocket forcefully and pulled out his wallet from the other. “‘Considerate’, my ass.” You heard him whisper to himself before saying loudly, “You’re lucky that I respect the nature of good business, sweetheart.” You nodded your head mindlessly as you swiped his card with a smirk. You’re guessing that it was girlfriend #1, for sure.

“Suuuure, pleasure doing business then, sir.” You tell him with an overgrown smile on your face and wave. 

He rolled his eyes at you and left with flowers in tow as he rushed out. Looks like he was going to be late again. Now that you were alone, you let out a shameless, hearty laugh at your own quips as you started towards the back area again to continue your original task. Right before you turned though, you heard the roves of familiar engines revving outside. Leaning forward and resting your elbows on the counter, you stared at the incoming troves of motorcycles as they slowed into a stop for the bar across the street. 

Resting your face in your hands, your eyes caught sight of one bike in particular, or rather, the owner of said bike. 

Ari Levinson, your childhood best friend. Certifiably scary to public onlookers on the outer circle, but huge fluff ball on the inside and to all those that actually knew him. You grew up together, given that both of your father’s were friends and next door neighbors. You remember fondly of a time when you and Ari were chasing each other with water hoses in your front lawn, so young and lively. He was a few years older than you but that didn’t stop you both from playing together from sunrise till sundown.

Your smile waned as you were brought back to reality. Nowadays, you rarely have the chance to catch up with the guy, much less chase each other with water hoses. The reality was that the happy go-lucky kids that grew up together, grew apart. Ari took over the club once his dad died, and you were just sort of…forgotten about. You distinctly remember getting rejected over and over again. 

“I can’t see you right now, bun.” or “I’m really busy, we’ll catch up later.” 

There were just too many deflections and excuses, so many where you just stopped trying to reach out. You moved away for college and came back to help take care of your dad’s floral shop now that he’s retired. Ever since you moved back a few weeks ago, Ari always smiled at you fondly and you always smiled back but that was the end of any interactions that you’ve had. It felt like that part of your life ended when Ari took the club 10 years ago. You have no idea what Ari is really like now either. Perhaps, you’ve become a part of the outside circle looking in.

Of course, it didn’t stop your crush on him. How could you not have feelings for him? Standing at 6,’’ burly and massive build, full beard and lush hair that curled at the nape of his neck and shagged around his ears, whilst donning a classic leather jacket with silver adornments and all. He was gorgeous, was all man, and so deliciously off-limits. 

For a variety of reasons, one of those being Sharon. Ari’s on/off girlfriend since high school where you all met– classic mean girl bullshit, in your opinion. Not only was it the club keeping you two separated, but also Sharon’s decisively demanding and obsessed nature with keeping your hang-outs limited and separate. 

As far as you know, they were ‘off’ and have been for a long time. But it doesn’t stop the glares that you receive from her to this day. You laugh about it now, but you do remember all those ‘private chats’ that Sharon pulled you aside for to warn you in ‘backing off’ from stealing Ari’s time. Luckily for her, you and Ari were starting to become on the outs at that time anyway. It was annoying to deal with, but it served as more reinforcement for you to continue forward with your life without him, detached and ready to move on and to be fair, you did.

You graduated college, took on a stable job, and built a community before moving back home. You were fortunate enough to still have some of that now that you’re back too. As for your own romantic life, there have been some hitters. A few who have stayed for some time, either resulting in more heartbreak or a complacent parting.

But never did any of those partners linger and stay with you like how Ari has since you were five years old. You barely knew each other now, there was an animosity there that felt so unresolved but neither of you ever talked about the past, nor drifting apart. Despite this, he still hasn’t really strayed from your heart, not really.

Brought back to the present, you watched as Ari climbed off of his bike, and playfully pushed another biker around before they all started entering the bar. Right before he entered, Ari looked behind his shoulder and you started a bit because he was looking back at you. And you just got caught staring at him first. 

You flushed and looked away a bit until you realized that playing it off would probably be even more embarrassing than it would to confront it. You met his stare through the window and caught a smirk on his face as he waved at you. You let out a small laugh and waved back sheepishly. At your response, Ari gave you a gentle smile before tilting his head towards the bar, as if he was inviting you to go over. 

You blinked in surprise and instinctively, you gave a regretful shake of your head before waving over at the register to indicate that you were still working. Ari looked disappointed but nodded anyway before giving you one last wave. You responded in kind and he headed inside. 

At his departure, the only thing that you were gazing over at were these motorcycles lined up in similar fashion. The main thing that has held you back from even approaching Ari again was glaring right back at you. As you turned to the back once more, you mindlessly continued to put together bouquets as you got lost in your thoughts once more. 

You were both adults now, you could go over and say hi. Hell, maybe even spark a conversation about the past for nostalgia’s sake. But it didn’t change the fact that Ari ran a biker’s club that called themselves a ‘club’, but also did very not so legal things. 

Rumors started when other biker clubs started coming down from nearby towns or cities. A variety of men and women adorning different cuts and entering the bar across the street wearing stormy expressions. Increased police force around town hasn’t escaped people’s nosy gazes either. It was known that there was obviously something more to the group but nobody questioned it because, well, there really wasn’t any reason to do so.

Beyond a few bad apples here and there, the members of the club were relatively respectful of everyone residing in the neighborhood. Most members themselves were from home, and were known to help out here and there, whether it be through making public donations to charity fundraisers or helping a person put their groceries away. 

No doubt, knowing Ari since you were a kid, you suspect that most of the peace has been kept because of him. In retrospect, you weren’t surprised that Ari started pulling away when he did. You both knew what taking over the club would mean for him, and you remember the constant conversations, some tear-filled, of Ari experiencing the pressures of taking the mantle from his father. 

You tried your best to comfort him, given what little you did know about the club, but you knew that Ari didn’t really have a choice. While you didn’t remember much about the club when his father was running it, you did remember the strain it had on his relationship with Ari. They weren’t particularly close but they loved each other, in their own way. Being a witness to it helped you become a support system for Ari (and in alot of ways, Sharon too). 

While it hurt to be discarded by him the way that he had, the years have taught you resiliency and forgiveness that people are responsible for their lives and what they make of it. You couldn’t fault Ari for trying to do the best with his life as well. 

You kept these thoughts close to you as you closed the store for the day. You were pulling down the gated shutters of the store to lock it up when you heard him. 

“Finally closing down for the day, bun?” Turning around quickly to face the deep, baritone voice that has haunted you since you were younger, you see Ari smiling at you with upturned lips and his hands in his jacket pockets. 

You gulp down a swallow of surprise at the fact that the boy that you have had lifelong feelings for was now a man, who was actually looking and talking to you. You haven’t heard that nickname spoken from him in a long time, and blinked once or twice before responding, “Ari, hi, yeah, I’m about to head out.” 

Hearing your own voice, so breathy and soft, made you flush once more. Ari only held his grin at the sight and said, “Would you wanna come get a drink with me and the guys before you head out?” 

Instinctively, you shook your head once again at the offer and gave him a reluctant smile. “It’s getting a little dark and I was planning on walking home.” 

On hearing that, Ari frowned, “What do you mean, don’t you usually drive into work?” 

You frowned at his questioning tone and replied, “I do, but I had to leave the car at Tony’s shop since last week. They’re still waiting for the parts to come in before they could fix it.”

Ari was still frowning as he listened to you, “Bunny, that’s at least a 20 minute walk. It can get dangerous around here this late.” 

“Ari, it’s fine. I’m a big girl now, y’know.” You said defensively. You had no idea where he got off scolding you. It’s not like he was around for you to tell him anyways. 

Ari sighed and gave you this look as if he were supposed to be told. “I know that, bunny. Trust me, I know.” You frowned again, slight suspicion flooding you at his tone. Especially at the latter half of his response, what is that supposed to mean?

Ari placed his hands on his hips before sighing out, “Okay, come get a drink with me and I’ll take you home.” 

Your eyes widened at his offer as he sounded so resolute. “W-what, no–Ari, I’m fine. If I get going now, I’ll make it home before the sun completely sets.”

He returned your defense with his own, “Yeah, well, just because it’s not dark out, doesn’t mean that something won’t happen.” 

You released a disbelieving scoff, “Dude, what do you mean-- what could possibly happen?” 

Ari stammered out, “I mean, I dunno– bears, wolves! One of ‘em could just come out as you’re walkin’ on the road and then what?” He held out his hands as if it explained everything.

You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape and your brows furrowed at listening to his excuse. You stood there in silence and before you could stuff it down, a smile started to creep upon your face and you let a short laugh that fully erupted into a full giggle. Watching your reaction, Ari also closed his eyes in mirth and started chuckling with you. 

You were still giggling as you say in-between catching your breath, “Do you mean to say, lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my!?” You finished with a mocking flourish before releasing a bellowed laugh, your eyes squeezed shut in giddiness.

Ari was full on laughing with you as you made the remark, “Okay, Dorothy – you could shut up now. I heard it as soon as I said it.” 

Letting out one last resounding exhale, “It’s okay, Tin-man. I think that I’m familiar with the yellow brick road. I don’t need you to be so worried about me, okay? I’m fine.” 

Ari’s eyes glinted at your retort although he sobered up at your continued reassurance. “What- you don’t wanna spend time with you best friend anymore, is that it?”

You recognized the teasing glint in his tone but took notice of this sadness in his eyes. You felt genuinely confused, and concerned, at the sight. Ari was always noticeably mellow and calm when he was around you, even during the smaller interactions that you’ve had throughout the years. This look in his eyes though was new. Or, maybe you never got close enough to really see it. 

At that thought, your own sadness seeped in. “That’s not true, Ari. It’s just…” You trailed off, not being able to figure out how to communicate with this person that you didn’t know anymore, but felt so deeply for. How do you tell someone that you miss them, miss their presence, but that time has done its job of making you feel like strangers? That, he, was what caused them to spend time apart in the first place? 

You moved on from that. It’s not like you’re aiming to make him feel sad or anything – you just felt so uncomfortable around him despite that moment that you two just had. It was just another reminder of what life would've looked like if you were still in each other’s lives.

Ari let your silence permeate in the space as he finished for you, “It’s just that I haven’t been your best friend in a long time.” 

You just looked at him sadly and nodded softly. “It’s…been a long time, Ari.” He looked noticeably sad hearing that as you continued assuringly, wanting to get him to smile again. “But..I miss you lots, Tin-man.” 

Echoing the mirthy moment that you had just a few minutes before, the sadness in his eyes was replaced with an affection that you also haven’t seen from him in a long time. It made you feel affectionate in return as you took the invisible olive branch that was present and leaned forward to grab his hand in yours, the same way that you would when you were younger.

Ari let out a breath at the touch of your soft skin on his calloused hand. He gave you a soft smile again while he squeezed your hand in relief. He pulled you forward, the move causing you to let out a surprised squeak, and tugged you to be cradled in his large embrace. The top of your head barely met the middle of his chest as you stood ramrod still, unused to the intimacy that you were now being bestowed. 

He seemed oblivious to the stiffness in your body as he only tugged you in closer and rested his head on yours while his arms hugged you around your shoulders and waist. As you stood there, with Ari hugging you, you became increasingly relaxed and moved to put your own arms around his thick waist. At the return of your embrace, Ari let out another relieved sigh and squeezed you tighter. You both started to sway a bit as time went on, the hug never turning awkward nor tense as hands also started to roam reassuringly across waists and backs. 

“I’m sorry, bunny.” 

The apology though did take you off guard. You didn’t tense up but you did stop swaying. You paused before responding, “It’s okay, Ari.”

There was a lot that you wanted to say in that moment, and ask him, but you felt hesitant to even go down that path. You certainly didn’t expect for this to happen this morning, and it was overwhelming enough that you were laughing with and hugging Ari. The fact that he actually apologized opened up a depth and well of emotion that you didn’t know needed to be opened until he said the words. It seemed like Ari understood that as he pulled back and looked into your tear-shining eyes gazing back up at him. He knew that you’d come to him when you were ready.

One hand left your waist to caress your soft cheek, Ari’s thumb brushing underneath your eye to catch the tear that did fall over. You closed your eyes at how suffocatingly close he felt, his warm, embracing body pressed against yours so intimately. 

“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” Ari whispered to you quietly as his fingers moved to caress your hairline right by your temple. His eyes looked at you so fondly and intensely as he continued to touch you. Almost as if he was trying to paint a vivid picture of you with his touch into his mind.

You felt so mesmerized by his gaze as your hands unconsciously caressed him back as your hands resumed making small, slow circles on his vast back. “What do you mean?” You whispered back. 

Ari let out a quiet and humming chuckle, “Aw, don’t tell me that our first kiss was that bad, bunny.” 

Blinking in surprise at the sudden inserted memory, you started to giggle softly again as he pulled you in closer to his frame. “Oh god, at the freshmen year dance, right?” Ari hummed his agreement as you continued remembering, “Wow, I completely forgot about that. You remember that?” 

He was still caressing your face as his thumb drifted down to softly outline the outer edges of your lips. His gaze was still so intense and deep as he said, “I remember everything.” 

Your breath hitched at the sensual turn of his voice and at the touch of his thumb now caressing your lips lovingly. You started to blush as the memory persisted at you to be inclusive of what happened after your first kiss. Ari was able to sneak you into his house and into his room, where the both of you continued to make out, but it was also where you ultimately decided to have Ari be your first. He was a little older than you so even though you weren’t his first, you trusted him. It was that night that you realized that your feelings for Ari went beyond just friendship. 

You didn’t know it, but it was that moment where Ari realized his own feelings for you too. But that was when his dad was starting to tell him about taking over for the club, and he knew that he couldn’t drag you with him too. Then, he met Sharon (a very vivid mistake that he was still trying to detach from) and all he could think of when he was with her was relief that at least she wasn’t you. You didn’t deserve to have your light tarnished by what was to come. 

Still astonished by the flood of memories now crashing back at you, your heart fluttered at how dark Ari’s eyes have gotten since you gazed into them. His thumb now pressing firmly against your bottom lip, you let him graze his finger down against the seam of your plush lips. You gasped quietly as the tip of his thumb also brushed against your wet tongue. Ari released a deep groan at the sight, your responsiveness affecting him just as much. 

Your breathing started getting heavier as the tension between you intensified. Your eyes looked up at him again underneath your eyelashes and your eyes held such adoration and desire. It was that look that you didn’t even know that you were giving him that made Ari mutter a low fuck before grabbing your face between his two palms and pressed his lips against yours. 

Your hands grasped at the back of his jacket so desperately as you met his kiss just as fervently. Ari kissed you deeply as one of his hands left your face to stroke across your back and downwards to seek a needy grip around your waist. His hand squeezed your hip and you moaned into the kiss while you stood on your tiptoes to clutch onto his broad shoulders and tangle your fingers into his soft hair. 

It was Ari’s turn to let out a groan as you tugged gently on his hair. He lifted you off your feet to relieve the strain of your height difference and your legs draped around his waist with another surprised squeak. Still kissing you, he walked two steps towards the dark, side alley of your store building to press you against the brick wall. The both of you let out a resounding groan into each other’s mouths at the feel of Ari’s erection pressing against your warm center covered only by denim and tights. 

Ari gently licked the seam of your lips for permission and you let out another breathy moan at the feel of his soft tongue caressing yours. He slanted his lips and moved a strong hand to grip your jaw, almost squeezing your cheeks together, for a better angle. The feeling that washed over you was hot and almost overwhelming as you intrinsically felt how much strength and power the man held as he seamlessly took your weight, and as his hand and mouth took control of the pace of your brazen kiss. 

You felt his other hand softly stroke your outer thigh to push up towards the back of your skirt and graze over your sculpted ass. You released another mewl at the feel of him in such an intimate place and you felt Ari growl lowly into the kiss as his tongue almost lapped at yours. 

Hearing a car honk next to you broke you out of your little hedonistic bubble and you reluctantly broke away from your kiss. You let out a giggle as that only succeeded in Ari’s lips following yours and his hot, wet tongue tried to engage you in your makeout again. He smiled against your lips as you whimpered at the slow but intense move and his lips worked for a minute until you detached him from again. Ari groaned but respected the small distance placed between your faces. 

“I’m sorry, bunny. Was it too much?” Ari asked as he caught his breath. 

You giggled and his eyes softened at the sound. “No,” you kissed him softly one more time before leaning your forehead against his, “just, not here.”

Ari’s eyes gleaned darkly as his desire for you clamored wildly once more. Ari said your name so soft and faint, you could barely hear him. “I miss you too. Can I take you home with me, bun?”

You looked back at him with pleading, affectionate eyes and the only word that you could say was, “Please.” 

Ari nuzzled the tip of his straight nose against your button one and gave you a lasting, thorough kiss before letting you down and taking your hand in large one, striding towards his bike to take you home. 

Entering Ari’s bedroom was surreal. The last time that you were here, you both were so young and you haven’t had life happen to you yet. Now, 10 years later, with Ari looking at you with so much warmth and endearment, it had felt like no time has passed at all.

You released another soft whimper as Ari’s large hands caressed your breasts through your undershirt. You were laying in his bed in your camisole and panties, his naked, taut and tattooed torso pressing against yours. The hard press of his erection felt crushing on your increasingly dampening panties as he slotted himself between your legs. 

His tongue expertly brushed yours in another languid kiss. His mouth dragged away from your mouth to kiss the side of your jaw and drift down towards your neck. Ari sensually placed slow, wet kisses behind your ear and softly kissed down only to then lick a stripe up your neck. You gasp out a whine at how hot you felt, as you haven’t felt passion like this in such a long time. 

Ari gripped your neck firmly for his thumb to caress your jaw line until he could turn your face so that he could whisper in your ear. “I’ve wanted to do this again for so long, bunny. You have no idea.” 

You could only gasp out his name as you felt his warm breath tickling your skin. “I want you, Ari, please.” 

Ari groaned deeply and kissed the side of your ear softly, “You have me, baby. You always have.” He kissed his way back to your waiting mouth and you kissed him back eagerly as your tongues stroked each other with something akin to neediness.

The both of you have been wanting each other for so long, it was seemingly clear to the both of you that you were making up for lost time starting now.

Ari stopped kissing you only to reach for the bottom of your tank top and lift the shirt off over your head, exposing your lucious, round breasts. Your light and tan areolas, nipples pert and ready to be suckled had Ari lean down to lick softly and suck gently into his impatient mouth. 

Your nipples were connected straight to that pit of pleasure in your stomach as you let out a wanton moan. Ari kissed and licked between your breasts before drifting down the center of your soft stomach, placing wet kisses as he went. His eyes never left yours as his hands reached up to squeeze the wet tips of your nipples and eventually drift down the soft sides of your tummy. 

Feeling overstimulated by his touch, you held no restraint for the noises coming out of your mouth. You felt tears creeping in the corner of your eyes at how badly you wanted him to keep caressing you with his calloused, big hands and for his hot mouth to never leave your supple skin. 

Ari took in all of your moans and whimpers and he could feel his own restraint waning as he crept closer to your clad-covered pussy. Paired with your cute noises, seeing the thin fabric wetly sticking to your drenched slit made Ari inhale deeply. A picture of you in this moment was made complete when he took in the scent of your weeping cunt and Ari’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he released a low, guttural moan, “Fuuuck, bunny. I can’t wait anymore.”

You cried out in surprise as Ari’s tongue dragged up against your wet slit through your underwear. His mouth never left your cunt as he attempted to suck your juices through the fabric, groaning as he did it. Kissing up your mound, his fingers found the sides of your underwear hugging your hips only to drag it down harshly. The scent and first taste of you making him feral as he practically ripped your underwear down your legs. 

The fabric still resting in around one ankle, Ari couldn’t wait as he proceeded to stuff his face full of your dripping pussy. Crying out loudly at the sensation of Ari’s mouth ravishing you, your hips started writhing on the bed to get closer to his mouth as your hands fisted the sheets next to your head. 

You gasped out for breath as you felt Ari’s tongue lap at the wet on your lips before cutting through to lap at your pulsing clit. Letting out his own hums of satisfaction, Ari motioned his tongue in drawing slow and steady figure eights on your bundle of nerves as his lips closed over and sucked. 

The suction of his lips and the steady pressure of his wet tongue on your clit felt so giving as you started keening for more. Your hips elevated off the bed, you could feel the wet that was pooling underneath the sheets trying to cling to your wet cunt as Ari followed your motions to keep sucking at your pink pearl. Ari grunted as he felt you try to escape his zealous mouth and used his forearm to bring you back down to the bed. His shoulders leaned further on top of you to keep them from closing. He kept one hand around the soft pudge of your stomach for leverage as he continued burrowing himself into your soaked pussy. 

You fervently tried to arch up from Ari’s voracious tongue as it swirled against your clit only to catch at your opening. Ari smiled against your cunt and was openly groaning as he caught more of you in his mouth as his tongue swept up to thrust into you softly. You released a high pitched whimper as you feel Ari shake his head gently to get his tongue deeper inside you. Lapping for the wetness inside you, your thighs started to shake involuntarily. You felt the pleasure grow and expand to the tight knot that was held internally. 

“Ari, oh god, I’m so c-close, please, please. I need to cum, please.” You begged him with your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands reached down as you felt him retreat from your pussy and you released an affronted whine as your hand went to the back of his quickly to push his mouth back onto your pulsing, needy cunt. 

Ari only laughed against your pussy and lapped faster, almost inhaling your sweet wetness as it covered the tip of his nose and all over his mouth and chin. The only sounds that could be heard were your short breathed whimpers, and the sounds of your squelching pussy juices being sucked by Ari’s ravenous mouth. 

Your hips were grinding against his tongue as you chased your release. Your breath stilted as you felt the flat of Ari’s eager tongue press down hard against your clit to create an enveloping, suction sensation that just felt so wet and warm, you jolted forward with a loud cry as your orgasm hit intensely. 

It felt never ending as Ari’s tongue never stopped its pressured motions on your clit and your eyes rolled back again as your second release unexpectedly crept up and squirted all over Ari’s waiting mouth. He groaned his pleasant surprise as he lapped up the wave of gush from your sobbing pussy earnestly, and only stopped lapping at you once you moved a hand to his forehead to push him away from your sated hole. 

Ari was breathing just as heavily as you as he gazed at your pulsing pussy in the aftermath of being thoroughly destroyed by his mouth. “Aw, bunny, look at you. You’re shakin’ for me.” 

He stroked his hand down your trembling body to gently brush his thumb against your swollen clit and you jumped from how sensitive you were. But Ari didn’t notice as his greedy only eyes saw another seep of cum drip down your hole. He couldn’t help but do it again as he saw more cum spurt out of you, and his tongue moved faster before he could help himself by sweeping in with his tongue on your opening to catch more of it in his mouth. 

You let out a choked sob at feeling his tongue on your cooling, wet flesh once more. Ari didn’t stop stroking his calloused thumb against your overstimulated clit as he lapped at your opening over and over again. Not having enough rest time in between your last two orgasms, your third was unrestrained as you went quiet, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, looking possessed as you squirt hard from the fast pressure of both his thumb and tongue stimulating you at the same time. 

Ari released his own resounding hum of gratification of feeling your wetness coat his tongue completely as he swallowed your cum down his throat. Your eyes were still rolled behind your head as you let out quiet grunts of relief, the knot at your stomach so unraveled and your body felt so pliant and loose. You only came to when you felt Ari’s wet, bearded mouth press kisses on your still trembling inner thighs and back towards your torso to gently suck on your nipples. 

Feeling so hazy and barely there, you moaned quietly as he swirled his warm tongue on your nipple until he was kissing back up towards your chapped lips. Ari’s tongue quickly fixed that though as he made sure to lick up into your mouth, coating your tongue in your own essence. 

You lazily stroked yours back against his in deep gratitude and immense sensuality. Ari let out a small, almost condescending laugh against your lips. “You okay, bun? Do you think I got your pretty pussy wet enough to take my cock?” 

“Yes,” you whispered desperately against his mouth that was still leaving kisses on your open lips. “I can take it, please.” 

Ari huffed out a disbelieving breath on your bottom lip at how good he has it right now. “God, you’re such a good girl, bunny. That’s right, I know you can take it. Think I need to prep you a little more okay, honey?” 

You let out another affronted whine and no as you attempted to reach for his cock between you. Your hand landed right on his large, hard appendage and you stroked him as he let out relieved moans at the feeling of your small hand on his covered cock. Reaching down, Ari pulled down his own boxer briefs until your hand could feel his soft flesh. 

Groaning loudly at the skin to skin contact, Ari let you squeeze his cock and stroke it with slow motions as he stroked two fingers against your wet lips and into your soft fleshy tongue. You moaned while sucking the digits in your mouth and stroked your tongue against them erotically. Ari groaned and bit his lip at watching your lips suck on fingers before pulling out of your mouth to reach down and stroke at your clit again. 

Your hips raised as your pussy felt so sensitive and yet the pressure felt so fucking good at the same time. Ari chuckled again as he thrust his middle finger inside your tight cunt. Your teary eyes rolled again with a pleasured frown at the intrusive feeling. He lets out a resounding moan at the feeling of your wet channel squeezing his finger, “Damn baby, your pussy is so fucking tight. I have to work you up some more, okay, bunny? I don’t wanna hurt you.” You whined your assent as he thrusted his finger slowly before attempting to add in another. 

You tensed up a bit when he tried and in a quick move, Ari leaned down to take your responsive clit in his mouth once more. Gasping out a moan at the sudden stimulation, that familiar pleasure swept back into your stomach. He felt your wet hole give more and more as you relaxed for him. He swirled his tongue against your clit and motioned his fingers inside your pussy in a “come hither” motion. Your eyes widened and you let out a chirp at the feeling of his fingers grazing your g-spot. 

Ari’s eyes found yours as he looked up at you, releasing your clit with a soft and wet pop, “Ah, there it is, bunny, I got you.” At his words, you could only let out another lewd moan that became increasingly louder as his mouth went back to lapping at your clit in quick motions.

Your already glazed over eyes and fucked out look had Ari react wildly again, “Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough, I need one more taste, just one more.” You were so out of it, getting lost in your pleasure that you didn’t know what he was really referring to until he placed one large hand on top of your soft, pillowy stomach and pressed down while his fingers seemed to press deeper and faster inside of you. 

Letting out a high pitched wail, your whole body locked stiffly as you felt it coming again. With a prolonged keen, you squirted your pleasure intensely as Ari continued to almost aggressively finger your g-spot while catching as much cum as he could in his mouth. Your whole body was twitching and squirming as you could only let out a few shaky breaths as aftershocks rolled through your used body. 

Ari was breathing heavily as he gave one last craved lick up the cut of your pussy before withdrawing his fingers slowly for him to sit up and hold his heavy cock in his cum-drenched hand. You peered up at Ari with glazed over eyes to see his mouth and chest covered in his own sweat and your cum as he grasped his wide, girthy cock and aligned it with your quivering opening. 

Not even allowing you to take a break, Ari knew that you would take him easier with your body completely relaxed and open like this. You were coherent enough to feel the tip of his hard cock nestle and rub against your tender clit until he reached down and plunged slowly into your tight core. 

The both of you released a combined sound of a relieved sigh and gratified moan at the feeling of your pussy taking him in so smoothly. Since he entered slowly, you could feel every inch of his thick, veiny cock press inside of you. 

Ari’s mouth was agape, his blue eyes stormy and narrowed as he stared at how his cock entered you, as he also indulged in the tightness and warmth of your sweet cunt. He withdrew from your pussy with a satisfied grunt, “See, bunny– fuuuuck, you’re taking me so well. I knew you could do it.” 

You smiled gently and whimpered at his praise, you felt so cared for while Ari continued to thrust into you deeply. Succumbing to the filthy pleasure of his cock, your eyes rolled back in your head again as you released whimpered, soft ‘ngh’ sounds from your parted lips with every thrust he gave you. Letting out his own guttural grunts from his throat, Ari’s head tipped back as he gripped onto your thighs harshly. Your pussy was stretched around his thick cock and your tight channel welcomed him in so well. 

“More, Ari, please– more,” you cried out as you started to meet his thrusts with your own. 

“Yeah, bunny? Want me to fuck you like this?” Ari gritted his teeth as he moved faster into your pussy. You keened a quiet but intense ‘yes’ as your moans became louder again as Ari thrusted harder into you, his own groans were unrestrained as he tried to maintain composure. 

With each thrust, Ari became fixated on watching your gripping pussy clench down onto his large cock with a mix of both of your cum dragging down his length and accumulating around the end of his dick. The sight was too overwhelming for Ari as he shut his eyes with furrowed brows in pleasure as he tried to last a little longer. 

His attempts weren’t working so he clenched his teeth with a deprived grunt before pulling out of you, only to turn you over onto your stomach with a sharp smack against your ass. You let out a surprised yelp only to moan your pleasure again as Ari thrust back inside of you. Your knees were pressed onto the bed as he contorted your figure so that your face laid flat against the damp sheets, and your ass high up in the air being jostled by his cock. 

One hand holding you down at the back of your neck, you felt Ari’s other hand stroke and press up and down your back languidly as his cock thrusted into you deceivingly hard and fast. The feeling of his hands on your damp skin just made you feel even more wrapped up in your pleasure. Your moans became high-pitched whimpers again as you felt Ari adjust his angle, and his next thrust landed right against your g-spot. You gasped as you choked on the whimpers leaving your throat and suddenly you couldn’t make any sounds at all. Your body went noticeably limp as Ari took you like a rag doll. Ari noticed this and how quiet you suddenly got and peered over while thrusting into you roughly.

After a moment of him fucking you furiously, he cooed and laughed, “Bunny, as much as I love hearing those cute sounds leave you, I really love it when you get quiet.” In his last words, he smacked your ass again and gripped your cheek tightly, the flesh caught in his fist turning the skin around it white, while he thrusted harder into your spot as he got you towards the finish line. 

Your jaw dropped at the sheer pleasure of his cock ambitiously driving inside of you– combined with the feeling of his tight grip of his large hands on your pliant ass, your body squirted out your cum again but this time on Ari’s unrelenting cock. You tightened up so delightfully on his member, Ari couldn’t help the hissing moan from his mouth when he felt your pussy almost eject him from how tight you were pushing out your cum. 

Not resisting, he quickly pulled out to see your squirt fully released. Breathing heavily at the sight, Ari tapped the mushroom head of his dick against your puffy clit eagerly and you let out a guttural moan as you squirt again at the stimulation. Ari could only let out another laughing moan as he did it once more with succeeding results. Little spurts of squirt seeped out of you and Ari tilted his head back, cursing at how sexy you were as he thrust deeply back into you. 

Needing to see it one more time, Ari knew exactly what to do as he grunted and grinded against that spot inside of you, quickly rubbing the tip of dick against the spongy flesh and quickly pulled out for more squirt to gush out of you. The feeling of your tight pussy’s lasting grip on his aching cock was what felt so addicting to him as he did it again. You mewled tiredly and Ari could tell that you were at your limit although your back arched into him for more.

“Must feel so good, huh, bunny?” Ari checked in with you once he gained some semblance of control over his cock-driven brain. You assented with a tired ‘mhm’ and moaned softly as Ari entered you slowly so as to not continue overstimulating your thoroughly used cunt. 

“Okay, baby, I think it's my turn now to feel good,” Ari says almost darkly. You give no response as you jut your ass out towards his pacing cock more as a sign for him to take you to his pleasure filled desire. But that’s okay, Ari didn’t need to hear you for this part. 

Groaning loudly and deeply, he thrusted back into your sopping wet pussy as he finally chased his pleasure. You were quietly letting out your own moans as you gyrated back against him and it didn’t take long for him to get there. Teetering on the edge for some time, it only took one final thrust into you when Ari released a loud, roaring moan that came from deep in his throat as he spurted his hot cum inside your pulsating channel. 

Ari shallowly thrusted his cum inside of you while catching his breath. He pulled back with a satisfied grunt to see a mix of your cum together and leaking out of you so prettily. 

You were barely there as you moaned your satisfaction at the feeling of Ari using his half-hard cock to thrust your combined spend back inside of you with one last deep thrust. Ari squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure as he plugged your release back in and slowly extricated himself from your used cunt. 

Feeling sleepy and floaty, you sinked back down onto your stomach, uncaring of the very wet sheets underneath you. As you floated between sleep and the present, you could feel a wet cloth pet at your opening and you groaned at the cooling feeling of Ari wiping you clean. 

Laying down next to you, Ari pulled your sated body into his warm embrace and kissed your sweaty forehead with so much love and care. 

As you hum in content, you were about to float away into a deep sleep when you heard Ari whisper one last note of affection, “I’ll never drift away from you again, Bunny. I love you.”

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⤿ pairings. nagumo yoichi x gn reader

⤿ contents. sub character, brief drug usage, m!lactation, nipple play, twt link, drabble. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.

⤿ thoughts. an enigmatic character who's really powerful and has a sensitive body??? yesyesyesyesyes.

This feels like a fever dream, nagumo thinks, there's no way this is real.

There's no way the medication actually worked. It was simply an inside joke between the two of you. Where you'd pinch and flick at his pink nipples when he misbehaved as you mocked him enough to get him hard — 'I should milk you from here instead, don't you think?'

Uhm, don't even put that thought into his head, please. It's too late now. He took metformin + hormones imbalance + stress = a potentially life-threatening complication, but like, when wasn't he in that situation?

It's your birthday, and you're drunk off him. It's all worth it when he corners you in at your party, teasingly. This is all just a ploy. It's so obviously a stratagem, but you want him just as badly, so it doesn't matter.

Your leg slots perfectly between his, warm hands gripping his sturdy thighs, pulling him closer to you. His breath hits your mouth, drool slipping down your chin as he pushes his wet tongue to yours.

The white collar button-up hugs him loosely, yet your imagination runs wild at the thought of making a mess out of him and forcing him back into the crowded party with his cum dripping down his abs.

You pull away from his mouth, smirking when he chases after your lips, puckering them into a pout. Your hands loosen his tie, but you don't remove it, then your fingers struggle with his buttons before ultimately ripping it down with a somewhat harsh rip, buttons flying.

"Haha, so eager, ung-" the fabric brushes up against him. was that a whine? "It was my favorite shirt..."

You lean forward, nose nuzzling underneath his jaw with affection. He leans into the touch, hips stuttering against your thigh, "Sorry."

Your hands roam around his thin waist, the pads of your finger trailing your name across his body. Marking him. And when you get closer and closer to his chest, his back arches into you before he flinches violently.

"Hm?" You pull away at the sudden movement, eyes scanning his wide-eyed expression, pink dusting his cheeks. He's always had a sensitive chest, but this reaction is new. It intrigues you enough to fully push his shirt away from his chest.

Your lips part at the sight as your breath catches in your throat.

His nipples are swollen. A harsh pink and swollen. There's a certain redness to it. It contrasts so beautifully against the hardness of his muscular chest.

"Look at you..." You mumble under your breath, voice hoarse. Nagumo laughs breathlessly, and he takes your hands, forcing them from his waist to his chest, biting his lip to muffle a needy moan. Your pointer finger tentatively taps at the tender bud, swallowing thickly at his shuddering gasp. "This f'me, yoichi?"

Your hands assess him, fingers pinching and rubbing at the fat of his chest. Absentmindedly toying with him in the process.

You take notice of his areola protruding from the skin away from his chest's normal curve. After hours, days, and months of toying with him, you can recognize that these must hurt.

Your thumb fondles with the chub, humming with enjoyment.

"Ah, hah, yeah.." Nagumo slurs out, head falling onto your shoulder, trying to hide his face from you. He's slightly embarrassed, more than he expected to be. Though it doesn't last for long because you lurch forward, the wet muscle of your tongue gently swirling around the areola. "O-ohh fu-mmngfff! Wai- hold on.."

You open your mouth wide enough to take it all, slurping at him with the tenderness of a machine gun. Nagumo withers uncontrollably, his clothed boner rubbing on your thigh. He doesn't stop you when you press him closer to you, chest leaning further into your warm mouth.

You're eating him up.

Your hand works at the other nipple, constantly pinching with your nail. Nagumo's gasping for air, mouth falling into an 'o' shape as his eyes squeeze tightly. He's actually seeing colors. "[Name], ahh! that's too h-harsh.."

"You show up here like this, now of all times? Oh, yoichi, you're soo cute." Nagumo grunts, a tattooed hand flying to shut the shaky cry that vomits its way out of him.

Wait, he thinks, something is leaking!

You exhale in surprise, eyes widening when something warm hits your maw, mouth naturally swallowing all the shot down your throat.

Sweet...

Your eyes flicker to his face. He looks just as surprised as you, his black eyes nearly rolling back into his head. He grits his teeth, breathing harshly through his nostrils.

"Uhnnn, that- again." He drops his hands, clinging onto the tie that fell over your face, "pretty please. I-I'll do anything, again- ngh!!"

Your lips latch onto the other side, smearing your milk covered tongue to the bud, breathing harshly against it, then nibbling down for more creamy colored liquid to squrt out.

And nagumo's reaction is always surprised. The tremor of his hands, the ecstasy in his blown pupils, the spasms his whole body experienced.

He didn't think it would actually work.

[derbydevil]

wendigo

remmick x indigenous!f!reader

content: violence, blood, 'n sex

wc: 1.8k

(skoden = let's go, then) (for my non native readers 🖤)

crossposted from my ao3 cuz i'm proud of dis 🥹

Life on your measly reservation home was humble. Wake, tend to the animals, eat, sleep, then repeat. And, on a good night, narrowly escape the feral dogs on your property to visit the casino in town with your friends.

You gaze into the mirror before you as you finish tying off the otter wraps framing your face, lashes fluttering at yourself as you imagine your reflection to be some hot snatch, a smooth talking coyote of a man - you hope, you'd be able to meet tonight. God knows you need it. You break away from your own gaze and sigh as you hear heavy knocking on your rickety wooden door. "I'm comin'!" You shout, sitting up from your vanity and grabbing your deerskin clutch. You hastily crack your front door to be met with your friend on your porch in her own get-up. "Skoden. Took 'ya long enough." You roll your eyes and step out, heading towards your automobile with her hot on your trail. You turn the ignition and the car steadily rolls down the gravel road leading to town - your friend humming a tune she'd heard at the train station.

You come to a rolling stop as you pull into the casino lot. To the average passing eye, it doesn't look like a casino; and maybe that's the point. "C'mon." Your friend impatiently barks, glancing at you counting money from your clutch. "Shut it. We wan'a have a good night, don't we?" You huff, waving the cash in her face. You walk ahead of her and hear from behind her voice thank someone for opening the door. You hadn't seen anyone else pull in the lot after you, but you spared no glance to the stranger behind you. She catches up to you, grabbing your shoulder to point to the dingiest, darkest corner of the casino - the bar. "Eh, some drinks first?" She suggests, already dragging you over. You scoff, "Right, s'we can blow every game later?" You argue, but still follow her lead. She immediately settles at the bar, already finding conversation with a man beside her. You signal the tender over, but not before the man on your right gets his attention. "I'll have, ah, a whiskey. And one for the miss." He gestures to you. You raise an eyebrow. You take in his appearance; white skin, dark hair, some scruff, round face. "Not from here, I take it?" You glance at him. He gives you a toothy smile. "Nah.. How'd'ya know?" You hum as the tender sits a whiskey in front of you. "This here's Indian country. How'd ya know I favor whiskey?" You take a quaff of your drink.

"Lucky guess." He rumbles. "Fitting 'fer a missus like you." You gaze at him, assessing him completely as you take another sip—a deeper sip—this time. "I'm flattered." You cross your legs and for a moment, his eyes flit to your thighs. He licks his lips, and looks at you with a lopsided smile. "Y'know, miss, if I didn't know any better, I'd think ye'd be deerwoman." You break into a cackle and reach out to squeeze his bicep. "Hah! What does white man know 'bout deerwoman?" You playfully sneer at him, clearly now tipsy. He shakes his head with a smile on his face. "Now.." he grins, baring crooked, yet charming teeth. "You'se just so doe-eyed." You flutter your eyelashes at his remark. "Oh, my.." You huff, leaning forward. His grin turns into an offputting dopey smile, and you notice drool creeping out of the side of his mouth. Endearing, slightly offputting. You ghost over his lips, just barely touching him, then pull away with a mischievous look. He snaps his eyes from your collarbone to your eyes with a pathetic look. "Say, white man.. What's yer name anyways?" You drawl, adjusting your legs to ride up your slip dress the tiniest bit. He gathers himself, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. "Ah, It's Remmick, miss." You smile, tucking a wrapped section of hair behind your ear. "Remmick..." You sigh thoughtfully. He looks at you expectedly, and you become enraptured in his eyes, almost faintly glowing. You falter for a second, breath hitching as your gut screams at you to leave with your friend - not to associate with this man. Your fogged brain forgets all about your friend, you want to snag someone tonight.

"Say, how'sbout I take you to my dig?" You suggest, rising from your seat. "Your home? My, a miss shouldn' have'ta be the one ta' take a man home." He stands, hand reaching to rest on your lower back. "Should be the other way 'round." You reach behind and playfully peel his hand away, peeking over your shoulder at him. "S'not like you've got a place 'round here. Don'tcha, white man?" You begin walking with purpose, hips lightly swaying to impress him. He follows on your tail. "Hah, th'aint my name." ... "Right... Remmick..." you grin, opening the door into the night. Your flats crunch the gravel from under you and you reach out to your automobile's handle. Remmicks hand dwarfs yours and he leans over you to open it himself. "Allow me," he smiles, and you slide into the driver's seat. He hops over the passenger door, spreading his legs out in the seat beside you as your turn the ignition and pull out of the casino. His hand finds a place on your thigh as you quietly roll down the road to the reservation, Remmick whistling a song. You hastily interrupt him, "Whistlin' at night? It's not good, y'know?" You chuckle at him.

"How'sbout I sing then?"

Coyotes yip in the ambience of the night as Remmick's song comes to an end and you pull into your gravel driveway, suspiciously, no rez dogs in sight. You have a lingering feeling you're forgetting something important, but you have everything. Your clutch, a hot snag... what else... You open your door and loosen the straps to your slip as you turn around, noticing his lingering on your porch. You tilt your head as a silent question. "Ah, just tryin' ta' be polite." Your face softens. "Come on in." You gesture, and he comes in, each step creaking under your old porch. He kicks your door closed with his foot and begins slipping his suspenders off of his shoulders. You make quick work of your slip dress and strip to nothing, turning to slink to your bedroom. He follows suit. You lay on your bed, bare, as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his soft chest. He hovers over you as your hand smooths over his chest. He leans into your touch, and dips down to nip at your ear. "Ah, Remmick." You sigh, trailing your hand down to his crotch. Your hand catches his zipper and you reach deeper as his nipping redirects to sloppily kissing all over your mouth. You pull him out of his pants, he's big, and you're sure he doesn't even know it. "Mighty cute pecker you've got there." You tease, licking into his mouth. He moans in return, your soft hand stroking him delicately as he humps into your hand. "Shit, doe, can smell 'ya.. So excited from helping me out, ha?" He pulls away from your touch.

He falls to his knees and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, legs falling over the side. A big hand grips your thigh as his head dips down to spit directly on your cunt. You flinch, completely caught off guard, but spread further out for him. His other hand reaches up to lightly push down on your lower stomach as he presses rough kisses against your cunt, tracing his tongue around your clit, to then dip into your hole. "Fuuuck! Remmick!" You wail, his face pressing deeper, nose bumping your clit as he eats you whole. Your knuckles are white beside you, clutching for life onto your patterned sheets, otter wraps falling loose from your squirming. He hums against you in acknowledgment, moving up to pay attention to your clit while applying steady pressure to your lower stomach. "I'm, ah, I'm coming!" You whimper, legs shaking as he presses his tongue to make hard circles against that spot. You gush all over his face, babbling nonsense - some sounds resembling his name and pleads to God. He relishes in your afterglow as you pant, wiping perspiration from his brow and he gets up.

Your hair splays along your pillow like a glowing halo, your appearance almost angelic. Remmick leans over you to grasp your face, devouring your mouth once more. You press upwards to deepen the kiss, cradling his face, feeling his scruff. He moans into your mouth, drool spills out of your mouths and you pull away with a string still connecting. Spit continues to pour from his mouth, your tongue catching it shamelessly. He sits on his hackles, grabbing your legs to rest around his hips. He takes his cock in hand and presses it into you, slowly, tantalizingly. You mewl. His puffy tip slightly stretches you already, but you endure, his length filling you as he groans and shakes with every passing second, saliva still running from his mouth as he is clearly not being subtle about his thirst. Finally, his base meets you, and he fully sheathes himself inside of you. You both moan out. "Mm'fuck baby. You're perfect." He grits, his sweaty palms readjust for a firmer grip on your hips, he braces to begin a steady, hard pace. Your hands reach to thread behind his neck, Remmick's pace turning into pounding as he becomes obsessed with your body - your soul - he whimpers out your name, which you weren't even sure you gave him, and he hammers harder, deeper, head craning to rest into your neck as his thumb traces circles on your hip.

"Oh, God, Remmick," You cry, hands moving to claw at his clothed back. His face buries deeper into your neck, and you feel him open his mouth, though you pay little attention to it. You feel a sharp pain in your collar as he thrusts into you harder, almost offsetting the pain in your neck. The pain worsens, but you're nearing orgasm already, and he is too, his hips sloppily chasing after both yours and his release, his thumbnails now pressing into your skin. You try to moan out, but its futile, you silently spasm around his cock as he groans and growls into your burning neck, releasing inside of your cunt. Your collar is throbbing and dripping with sweat as he now pulls away from your neck, only to find your neck wasn't dripping with sweat.

His mouth and teeth are stained red, your neck trickling out as your labored pants from sweet release turn into shallow breaths, blood staining your sheets and pillow. He pulls out of you slowly, semen dripping from your struggling body as you try to piece together words. "You... Weh.. Wendigo..?" You rasp, holding a shaking hand to your gaping wound. He grins with his stained teeth and shakes his head. "Nah, baby. Ain't no Wendigo.." He drawls, his voice now sounding distorted as your vision fades.

" 'Ma vampyre. "

[ripgray-moved]

           the confession provokes an earnest furrow of his eyebrows; a contemplative blink that depicts confusion with effortless ease.

           "how can he spread his people so thin?" he asks it knowing full well what daryl is implying— or, if he's not directly implying it, then what his words suggest. to peter, the community at the bridge site had already been rather sizeable, but alexandria? alexandria made daryl's group huge. in fact, this far into the new world's run, he can't even begin to conceive the idea of a group this big unless they're members of the paimon cult.

                                          and now daryl's suggesting it's even bigger.

           adrenaline floods his body at the thought. more people? he's barely holding it together with this many. while he'd been happy to cross paths with a little girl who seemed genuinely happy, and while michonne's kindness had been refreshing, and while it had been nice to see daryl get even a fraction of the warmth peter feels he deserves, the idea of a community this interconnected, this expansive, fills him with ice-cold terror.

           suddenly, peter feels as if his throat is tight. calm down, calm down. you can't afford this right now— especially not in front of someone. so, he tries; takes as deep a breath as he can, forcing his fidgeting hands still as he swallows a growing lump of bile with unrivalled grace. despite the inner malcontent he's currently experiencing, so little of it registers on his face. he didn't make it this far by wearing his emotions upon his sleeve, nor by giving in to the urge to panic.

           just ignore it. it'll go away soon. just like it has all those other times.

          "...why didn't you want to be there?" he asks, once he's certain his voice won't tremble. it comes out even. dignified. lightly quivering hands are tucked inside of his jacket, as if he's simply chilly without the luxury of central heating. "you don't seem like the type that finds it hard to lead, so what was the problem up there?"

           he can't really envision daryl finding anything difficult, nor does he think the separation of him from his people would prompt any sort of medical anxiety. his willingness to leave with him also suggests that the archer doesn't necessarily find it hard to mix with new people ( perhaps connecting and trusting them are separate issues, but being around them? handling them? it doesn't seem like a problem ). that leaves only a couple of possibilities as far as peter is concerned: either the bridge was a project that daryl personally didn't agree with, which he doesn't find likely given his dedication to staying regardless of whether he wanted to be there or not, or it had something to do with the people.

although peter still looks so uncomfortable, seeing him move to sit down— however stiffly —brings daryl a moment of genuine gratification. somehow, even in all of their shared stress over their situation, the walls between them are beginning to lower bit by bit.

the thanks that peter gives only drives the sentiment deeper; he doesn't have to thank daryl for letting him into a private space, but he does. it's clear to him that his companion is truly trying. pushing past his own internal barriers and making the effort to connect, no matter how hard it is for both of them. so he doesn't think it's dumb at all. in fact, it makes him shift his perspective entirely, silently reevaluating how he perceives people entering his spaces.

it's altogether something that daryl deeply values about this moment. he won't forget it, and to make sure peter at least knows that he acknowledges the weight of it all, he gives a purposeful nod. if he's looking closely, peter will even catch the way his lips thin out into a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile.

but in case peter did happen to blink, daryl's smile— a real, lasting one —does return rather quickly to his face as he ducks his chin to his chest. it's accompanied by a short bout of laughter. his companion's sweet comments about michonne are refreshing: he knows that peter didn't exactly feel entirely at ease at the bridge camp ( even if he doesn't really know the full reasons why ), so hearing him speak with such fondness for alexandria already sends a swell of contentment tingling up his back.

it's unfortunate that it doesn't last. soon enough daryl can see peter's expression falter.

the fact is, his friend doesn't understand that he was already separated from his family before peter showed up in the woods that day. it's not his fault like he seems to think it is— daryl never told him about the sanctuary. the saviors. the many intricacies of the ways that their communities have been working together and how sprawling their roads and their people really are. maybe it's time for him to find out.

‘ pete... ’ daryl says quietly, fingers tightening a little on the edge of the worktable he leans on. daryl reminds himself that this is an open conversation, just like it was when it began moments ago, even if it feels distinctly more difficult now that the subject matter has changed.

‘ i was... already missin' 'em before you. ain't even lived here in almost two years. rick... he had me leadin' a group of people somewhere else until i left with you. only reason i was even at the bridge is 'cause we needed those people workin' on it. i didn't wanna be there, but i had t'be. ’

a long pause follows where daryl looks down at the floor. but despite his desire to cross his arms over his chest, to close off his body language to peter, he remains open.

‘ i'd probably still be out there if you hadn't shown up. i'm here 'cause of you, even if we ain't stayin' long. ’

[thesimline]

The 1500s was a century of innovation when it came to hairstyles, with the introduction of both metal hair pins (1545) and wigs (1572). These pins were used to hold wires and pads in place that essentially acted as scaffolding for the shaped hairstyles popular during this period. The religious modesty of previous centuries was cast aside for the first time, with young married women now uncovering their tresses. The ideal hair was curly and fair or red, a fad influenced by British monarch Queen Elizabeth I. CC links and reference images under the cut.

You can find more of my historical content here:

1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s ✺ 1700s ✺ 1800s

1 - Queen of Curls by Teanmoon

2 - Beatrix by Sims to Maggie

3 - Mary's Braid Bun by Birksche

4 - Circle Braid by Simverses

5 - Rose Braid by Simverses

6 - Marzia by Talented Trait

7 - Princess Hair by Nightingale Songx

8 - Ethel by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs

9 - Rhaenyra by Sims to Maggie

10 - Queen of Quaff by Teanmoon

11 - Hilda by Birksche

12 - Gaia by QICC (Curse Forge)

13 - Ally Afro Puff V1 by Sheabuttyr

14 - Winifred by Simduction

15 - Betsy by Sims to Maggie

16 - Phaedra by Simple Simmer

17 - Verity by Birksche

18 - Rirrier by Carol Forest

19 - Twisted Bun by Birksche

20 - Nora by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs

21 - Gytha by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs

22 - Gentle Hair by Kiara Zurk

23 - Long Hair Braid by Birksche

24 - Isabel by Sims to Maggie

25 - Judy's Half Braids by Birksche

26 - Sunshine Braid by Kiara Zurk

27 - Wrap Around Braid by Leeleesims1

28 - Duna by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs

29 - Becca by aharris00britney

30 - Lucrezia by Tekri

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