#and i've just been having dips where i come out and go ''okay i'm finally fine again''

[camellia-thea]

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[lokis-army-77]

A Text Away

Modern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.7k

You've been horny all day and Eddie is at band practice... but you know a way to get him home.

Warning: 18 +. face sitting/riding, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, p in v, unprotected sex.

And thank you to @strangerxperv for the absolutly fabulous idea 💗

Masterlist

After a long day at work, there were two things you wanted. One, a nice hot shower, and two, your boyfriend to fuck you into next week. 

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that watching him get dressed to go work at the local record store made you horny. He couldn’t help the fact that every time you saw the little trail of hair dipping past the waist of his pants, your legs clenched, and your body grew warmer.

You dealt with your racing thoughts all through your own shift at the bookshop, imagining your return home and how good he would feel against you. 

Only, he wasn’t home when you unlocked your apartment door. 

Sighing in disappointment you trudge to the bathroom to start warming the water. As you wait, you text Eddie.

Where are you? I need you..  like really bad.

Your phone dings a few minutes later while you are in the middle of scrubbing shampoo in your hair.

Wiping your hand off on the towel, you reach for your phone, lying on the small shelf above the towel rack. 

Eddie had responded.

In a bit baby. I'm at practice.

You pout as you read the text only to smile mischievously. You message him as fast as you can with one dry hand.

But Eddie.. if you come home I'll sit on your face. And I mean really sit on your face.

There is no ding of a notification once you set your phone back down and continue your shower routine. 

Twenty minutes later, you've given up on Eddie answering you, have put on your comfiest pajamas, and are now snuggled up in bed. 

You're startled when the front door slams open and you hear thick boots pacing in your direction. 

"Take your fucking pants off right now," Eddie commands as he bursts into your shared bedroom. 

You're sat up, back against the headboard, staring at him, bewildered as he practically flops backward onto the bed.

When he hadn’t texted you back you assumed he just wasn't interested at the moment, you never could have imagined this. 

You start to giggle when he starts making grabby hands at you. "Pussy on my mouth, now." 

When the words leave his mouth, you practically choke on a laugh. 

"Babe, quit laughing and get up here. Set on my fucking face like you promised." He grumps. 

You have no choice but to obey as you say, "Okay okay, patient much?"

It's only fair that you tease him a little. So you slowly emerge from under the covers, fingers delicately pulling at the waist of your pajama pants. 

Eddie watches with a hunger in his dark brown eyes. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips when you begin to tug your pants down. Slowly but surely you are exposed to him and he almost dies when he realizes you weren't wearing panties. 

Before you can even get to your knees, Eddie is gripping your ankle and pulling your body down the bed to him with a strength acquired from years of hauling heavy amps and other musical equipment from place to place. 

"Eddie!" You squeal, more laughter leaving you when your head falls, bouncing on the mattress. 

"You're going too slow, baby." He cries, letting his hold up but hands never leaving you.  

You shake your head, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. Finally, you get to your knees and straddle him. He is impatiently pulling you up his body, only stopping when you are hovering over his face. 

Your eyes meet his as you stare down between your legs. He'd got a big, goofy grin plastered on his face. 

"Fuck." He sighs. "I've died and gone to heaven." His large hands wrap around your legs and right before he pulls you flush to his mouth he says, "Don't hold back."

When his hot mouth makes contact with your waiting pussy, you gasp. The need you had been feeling all day long now has an outlet. 

Eddie's tongue swipes through your folds, lapping up the arousal that had already started to seep from your cunt. His nose rubs against your clit, pulling a strangled moan from you. 

A hand shoots down to tangle in his hair when his tongue plays at the rim of your cunt, flicking ever so slightly in and out of you.

He's like a man starved as he devours all that is given to him. You feel his fingers moving up to your hips. There's a slight pressure as he pushes you and in a flush of worry, you pull off of him.

The desperate whine that falls past his already swollen lips makes your heart flutter.

"Why'd you move away?"

"You were pushing me.. are you okay? I thought you couldn't breathe." I exasperate.

"No, I was trying to get you to ride me. Hump my face sweetheart." He doesn't say another word, he just grips onto you once more and pulls you down. 

You understand what he wants now, so you lean back, hands resting on the tops of his things behind you, and you canter your hips. Slow and steady you used him for your own pleasure. 

"Eddie-" you sigh breathlessly, head falling back between your shoulders. 

He hums in response. The vibrations travel up through your core and into your body. Shivers accompany them as you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"Eddie please-" Your knees and arms are burning as you continue to grind yourself against him. "I'm gonna- shit I'm gonna cum."

Your lungs are struggling to fill with air as you get closer and closer to release. Eddie's hands are wrapped over your thighs, fingers searching for your clit. 

When he finds it, you double over. The knot pulls tighter and you feel a sheen of sweat cover your body. 

Quickly, your first orgasm comes to light. There's a blazing fire erupting within you and it takes all you have not to fall flat on your face. Long, drawn-out moans flow from you and Eddie does not stop. His tongue pushed into you, tasting your release. 

His fingers now grip the fat of your ass harshly. He keeps you on top of him and he moves his face from side to side as best he can with you practically smothering him with your pussy. 

This time he does actually push you up off him. He takes a deep breath and groans. "Fuck baby, taste so good." He turns his head, kissing the inside of your thigh and then he bites you. His teeth sink into the soft skin in the crease where your inner thigh meets with your body. 

In a series of fluid movements, Eddie has you on your back in an instant. He unzips his pants and pulls himself out of them, tugging on his hardness before getting into position. Your legs are being pushed back by his hands holding you at the bend of the knee. 

"You're so pretty like this… pussy all wet and needy for me." His voice is muffled by the loud beating of your heart in your ears. "Mmm gonna fuck you full."

You whimper as you feel his hard length run through your glistening folds, his hips jutting against the backs of your thighs. 

"Yeah, you like that? Want me to fill you with my cum?" 

You nod, crying out when his cock finally pressed through the tight threshold of your cunt. "Need it, please, I need it."

"Just my little cum baby aren't you?" He asks, fully sheathing himself in you.

Your back arches off the bed and you groan. Fingernails scratching at Eddie’s forearms. 

He pulls back and slams into you. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" You cry out. His cock reaches into the very depths of you, the tip hitting in just the right place to make you scream. "Yes! I am, I am, Eddie!"

"Mmm, good. Gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. Gonna breed this pretty fuckin' pussy." His fingers adjust themselves as his grip slips and then he's pounding into you at such a brutal pace. Back and forth, in and out, he is fucking you raw.

Your walls clamp around him, the drag of his cock stimulates you more and you clench harder. 

Skin on skin, the noises that they make are obscene. The squelch of him entering you has your face burning, not in embarrassment but desire. His gruff growls and fucked out moans accompany those other sounds and all they do is make you even more horny. 

Eddie fucks into you with reckless abandon, mind full of images of your belling swollen with his child. How much he would love for you to sit on his face like that, all pretty and pregnant. 

Your toes curl when Eddie flips your t-shirt up to expose your breasts. A strong, calloused hand reaching out for the mound of flesh. He kneads it and pulls on your nipple before swiping a gentle thumb over the hardened bud.

The way he fucks you is savage. Hips snapping at a speed you couldn't imagine, his fingers squeeze your skin so hard you are sure you will have brushes in the shape of his hands all over you. 

The knot pulls tighter once more and your body begins to lock up in anticipation. Your eyes flutter before rolling to the back of your head. Your hands reach for his, interlocking your fingers, hoping he will keep you down on Earth. 

As your orgasm hits once more, you wail. A long, monotone cry bursts from your lungs, whole unattractive but who cares when you feel so so so good? 

"That's it. That's fucking it." Eddie gasps. Your cunt is practical milking him. He's trying to hold off but it's all just too much. A shiver runs up his spine and his balls pull taut. He's lost his rhythm, hips now bucking unevenly and with desperation. 

All it takes is another whimper from you and he's a gunner. With one last hard thrust, he keeps himself buried to the hilt. Your walls are spasming around him, your release gushing out along with his own sticky, milky white cum. 

"Yes, fuck yes. That's it, baby, take all my fucking cum." 

He falls forward, letting go of your knees.  His forehead rests in the crook of your neck and his lips press softly into your skin. He kisses you, a needed juxtaposition from mere seconds ago. 

His breath is warm on your salt-slicked skin as he speaks again. "Such a good little cum baby, taking all that. S'what you wanted, hum?"

You close your eyes, tired. "Yeah," you whisper. "Just what I wanted."

[surielstea]

Cancelled Plans

Based on this request.

Pairing: Modern!Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an attempt to get over her foolish crush on her roommate Azriel, Reader schedules a date with someone else but Azriel gets awfully clingy when she tries to leave.

Warnings: Smut | minors dni | fingering | teasing | oral (f receiving) | answering a call while receiving oral so semi public (?) | jealous Az

5.1k words

My dazzling black dress looked as if it was made for me specifically. The way it hugged every dip and curve, flared in all the right places. It was beyond just flattering, it made me look angelic yet sinful at the same time.

I spot Azriel on the couch when I enter the sitting room, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he reads from a novel with a worn cover that I've seen him reread a multitude of times.

He flicks his eyes up from his overused book to glance at me, then returns to his page. Then he visibly freezes and looks back to me, needing a double take to make sure what he saw registered correctly. He snapped his book shut when I flashed him a beaming smile.

"Where are you going?" He immediately interrogated, sitting up from his position.

I do a small twirl, showing off. "I have a date," I shrug and he stands, brows lowered. It was always hard to read my roommate's expressions but he had clearly been distraught at the information I gave him. "What? Don't think I'm capable of having anyone interested in me?" I joke and he narrows his eyes at me conspicuously.

"Just confused as to who you think deserves to see you dressed like this," His eyes rake down my figure, dropping all the way to my heels that wrapped up my ankles, slowly moving up the slit in the side of the dress that exposed most of my thigh, my waist, my chest, lingering at the cleavage there for a moment, then finally back up to my eyes.

"It's none of your business," I cross my arms and he tilts his head, unimpressed. I swore he could read me like the pages of his favorite book. "Okay fine," I fold beneath his piercing gaze. "I'm going to dinner with a guy named Nelm and he's super nice so don't—" He doesn't let me finish as he cuts me off with a sudden laugh and I flush in embarrassment. "He's nice, Az," I defend while he suppresses the rest of his laugh, resulting in a thin-lipped smile.

"Nelm cannot be a real name," He says like he refused to even fathom the idea of it.

"Well it is, and I'm going to be late so if you'll excuse me," I spin on my heel, away from him and towards the front door.

"You promised yesterday we'd watch a horror movie tonight," He croons in a sing-song tone that makes me cast a glance back to him with a guilty frown.

"I'll be back later tonight, we'll watch it then," I say, reaching for the doorknob but being mentally stopped by the feeling of something being lost. "Forgetting something?" Azriel hums, holding up my purse, the strap dangling from his finger tauntingly. I groaned, looking at the male.

"Give it." I sigh.

"Try and take it," He shrugs, holding the purse up above his head while taking three long strides forward and closing the distance between us. I look up at him with cold eyes which he only smiles at whilst I silently curse his tall height.

"Az, c'mon I'm going to be late," I claim and he only smirks at the idea.

"Late to what?" Cassian's familiar voice asks from the other side of the room and I jump, looking past Azriel and to my other roommate who was coming down the hallway shirtless, Nesta beside him, appearing to be wearing nothing but his stolen shirt. She practically lived here as much as the rest of us so I didn't bat an eye at the sharp-featured female.

"Great, let's get everyone involved in my love life," I murmur sarcastically while Azriel turns sideways to face both me and his brother.

"She's going on a date with some guy named Nelm," He explains and I glare up at him.

"Horrible name," Nesta mumbles as she enters the kitchen, Cassian trailing behind her.

"He's making it sound worse than it is," I claim and Azriel looks down at me pointedly.

"I only told them what you told me, it's your mind making it seem worse than it is," Azriel retorts and I clamp my mouth shut, knowing he was right.

"Well he's kind, and he's taking me to dinner," I look to Cassian and Nesta like I was someone on trial and they were the jury. "And I'm going to be late, so give me my purse," I take my gaze back to Azriel.

"I don't want to," He shrugs. We pause for a moment at the heaviness that sentence holds. Earlier he had made a taunting game of it, but now he simply just didn’t want me to leave, not for fun, but because he wanted me to stay and watch a stupid scary movie with him.

I was trying to get over him with this date, move on from my ridiculous crush and he was making it awfully difficult. It didn't help that we've made out a couple of times in a few desperate moments while we were both at our lows. But it was never more than lips, always just kissing, we made that line clear and we've both been walking along it for too long.

Nevertheless, my crush wasn't going away, and having it on my roommate of all people was not fun, especially when I saw him walk around shirtless, or roaming the house after showering with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, hair still dripping water down onto his abdomen—

"How'd you even meet this guy anyway?" Cassian tore me from my straying imagination. Azriel and I both whip our heads towards him.

"Mor set us up," I shrug with a bashful expression.

"Oh," Cassian grimaced, Azriel matching his look of disgust.

"What?" I scowl at both of them, confused as to what's so wrong with that.

"Well Mor playing Cupid is similar to her solstice presents," Cassian attempts to explain.

"She means well, but the outcome is always, laughable," Azriel expands and I frown, looking to the floor in slight defeat, wondering how I would tear myself from this one. I huff and look back at the two males.

"Well he's not laughable, and it's just one date. I think I'll manage," I argue, waving Cassian off. Nesta pulls at his arm and he nods, following her back down the hall.

"Right, good luck then," He calls back and I smile in triumph, bringing my gaze back up to Azriel.

He stares down at me for a moment, mirroring my stubbornness with his pointed look.

"Alright, fine," He sighs, lowering my purse and placing it in my outstretched hands with a tentativeness I nearly didn't catch.

"Thank you," I reach for the doorknob, but I turn back to him for a moment before opening the door, my eyes lingering on pools of hazel.

"Have fun," He shoos and I offer him a grateful smile. "I'm sorry I made you late to dinner with your dad," He added beneath his breath and my smile dropped into a glare.

"It's a date, Azriel. I have a date," I restate but his smirk doesn't falter.

He looks to the door behind me, to my hand on the knob, then back to my eyes, as if anticipating my leave, but I didn't make the move. To be honest I'd much rather stay here and watch that horror movie I promised him than go to dinner with a guy named Nelm.

"Right, a date," He nods, crossing his arms, still waiting for me to take my departure.

"I know the concept of asking a girl out is foreign to you, but I think you can grasp it," I taunt and he chuckles, the amused sound making my stomach flip.

"I know how to ask a girl out," He claims and I smirk, because perhaps prodding his fragile ego was much more fun than any old dinner date.

"I don't believe you," My hand leaves the doorknob only to cross my arms over my chest and his smile widens.

"Yeah?" He leans against the door, indicating that I won't be leaving any time soon now that his weight is pressed against it. I nod. "Do you want to get dinner with me instead of a guy named Nelm?" He tilted his head and I swallowed thickly. Was he genuinely asking me out or just continuing this game I started? "Or we could watch that movie you promised me?" He proposed and my cheeks flushed pink.

"Yes," I blurt out and his brows raise a fraction in both shock and amusement. Gods this was embarrassing.

"Yes to dinner, or to the movie?" He tilts his head, his smirk widening.

"Would you think less of me if I blew off my date just to watch a horror movie with you?" I say, my voice just above a whisper.

"Never." He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the front door, towards the couch.

"Wait I have to change." I pull away from his grasp.

"But you look pretty," He grabs my purse, holding me back from leaving yet again.

"But I'm uncomfortable," I groan but he only tugs at my purse and pulls me closer.

"Just take it off, I won't watch," He closes his eyes and turns his head away from me.

"I'm not stripping down just because you're clingy," I huff and he opens one eye, looking at me with a scrunched nose, his stubbornness outmatched.

"Here." He grabs the hem of his shirt and takes it off with ease, leaving his chest bare.

"You can wear mine," He tosses the fabric at me. I sigh and place the shirt down on the couch.

"All because you want to see me naked," I mumble, dropping my hold on the purse and he sets himself on the couch, closing his eyes just as he promised.

I turn around anyway, unzipping my dress from the side and shrugging it off, allowing it to dip from my shoulders and then pool at the floor.

"Uh, can you hand me your shirt," I murmur, afraid to turn around.

"You were going to let a guy named Nelm see you in that?" He said and I whirled around, staring at him with wide eyes.

"You said you'd shut your eyes!" I grab the shirt in his hands.

"Forget the dress, no one deserves to see you in this," He ignored my exclamation and grabbed me by the backs of my thighs, and pulled me closer, staring up at me in my black lingerie that fit me just as well as my dress.

"You weren't going to let some other guy see you in this were you?" He questions with a certain possessiveness to his voice as I shrug the shirt on, pulling it over my head. Then down past my hips.

"Why does it matter? I'm not going anymore anyways." I plop on the couch beside him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively.

"No," He smiles. "You're not."

"Just start the movie." I swing my feet over his lap and he does as says, letting the TV play while dimming the lights.

I still felt exposed despite Azriel’s shirt loosely around my body. Gods, it smelt so strongly of him, and now he was left shirtless and it made me helpless.

I reached over and grabbed a blanket from the armrest, spreading it out over me while readjusting so I was lying down, my thighs now on Azriel's lap.

"You seem comfortable," He remarks, his tone clipped and I look at him with a glare, still upset he made me cancel my date. "Oh c'mon, you can't be mad at me forever," He sighs, leaning down so his bare chest was pressed to my back. "I know how much you love to cuddle," He croons, using my own weaknesses against me. "Besides, who's going to protect you when all the jump scares start to happen?" He suggests and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

I hated horror movies, Azriel always made me watch them since they were his favorite. The sadistic freak laughed whenever I jolted at a scary moment.

I pout, burrowing deeper into the throw pillow.

"Fine, but only if you cuddle me too," I offer and he smiles, laying down fully behind me, our legs tangling as his hand snakes around my waist and pulls me further into his chest. I smile at the feeling. How was I ever supposed to get over him while he was actively pressing me into him while I wore his shirt?

I distracted myself with the movie, but it was hard not to think about him while he stroked the side of my waist with his thumb, silently soothing me during tense parts of the movie.

I was in the middle of imaging how good it'd feel to lose the barrier of the shirt and have skin to skin contact when the killer appeared on screen all of a sudden and I jumped, my entire body tensing as I grabbed his hand that was tucked beneath my head and put it in front of my eyes.

"You're alright," He whispers, a slight amusement to his tone that reassured me. "You're fine," He hums, intertwining my hand with his and pulling them away from my line of sight.

I shiver at the feeling of his hand clasped in mine, how intimate it was in such a quiet moment like this. "You cold?" He asks his lips just beside my ear with the position we were in. I nod, using that as my excuse. "Yeah?" He purrs and I swallow thickly, clenching my legs together at all the lewd thoughts developing in my mind at the single word. I needed help.

I nod again and his hand on my waist dipped down beneath the blanket. I stopped breathing for a minute as he slipped his hand beneath the hem of my shirt, his palm rubbing up the side of my stomach, then returning to gripping my waist with his large, warm hand. "Better?" He whispers and I swore that time I could feel his lips against my ear. I fight back my need to mount him and simply nod instead.

"Mhm," I murmur, tightening my grip on his other hand.

Now that I could feel every twitch and movement of his hand I couldn't think of anything else. The movie didn't even scare me anymore, I was too entranced with him to focus on anything else. I wanted him to feel me everywhere. His calloused fingertips brushed against my soft skin, creating a friction I couldn't erase from my mind. I slowly grab his wrist with my free hand and boldly guide his grip upward, his fingers coming to my breast and cupping it in his hand.

He doesn't say anything, stays perfectly quiet as he gropes my breast in his hand and I let out a soft sigh, my hand in his tightening at the satisfying feeling.

He begins to massage my clothed breast in his hand, with little hesitation in his movements with the action and I respond to his touch by leaning into his chest, the curve of my ass pressing to his hips. He dips his head down, his lips meeting the crook of my shoulder.

His kisses trail up my neck then back down as quiet, soft sounds escape from the base of my throat and I prayed he couldn't hear them. His hand leaves my breast and mortification dawns over me. He was going to pull away, going to call me stupid for having a crush on him since he was my roommate.

But he didn't pull away and he still didn't speak. He just continued to lower his hand until it slipped beneath the blankets, and ever so slowly cupped my heat. I let out a soft gasp, clenching my legs shut.

"This alright love?" He purrs into the shell of my ear and I nod.

"Please," I mutter and he smiles into my neck at the desperation in my tone. He rubs his fingers through my folds, the cloth of my underwear doing nothing to keep his hands dry as my arousal seeps through and soaks him anyway. I clench around nothing at the sensation, his finger pads finding my clit and circling it harshly. I flip onto my back, looking up at him with pleading eyes and gripping his free hand with mine.

He smiles down at me, slowly pressing his fingers to my most sensitive area. "Please, Az," I murmur.

"Please what?" He taunts and I pout, not wanting to say it. But he doesn't waver.

"I want your fingers," I confess. "Inside of me, please Az," I finished and his smirk widened, leaning down and capturing my lips with his.

"Look at how nice you asked, was that so hard?" He hummed and I shook my head no. He grants me a smile as his fingers hook under my waistband and he tugs my panties off, bringing them down to my knees and I thrash them the rest of the way off.

He cups my bare heat in his hand and my breath hitched. He presses his lips to mine again. He could feel how much I wanted him I was so wet. "Az," I sigh out softly as his thumb pressed to my clit. I grind down onto his palm, needing more friction. He meets my silent request by beginning to dive two of his fingers through my folds, coating them in my slick and preparing them for entrance.

I let out a breathy mewl as he flicks his thumb over my clit in a particularly stimulating way, making my legs fall open wider. He admired this, humming against my lips and slipping his tongue inside as I opened my mouth to moan his name.

His fingers slowly come down to my entrance, tracing it dauntingly and I stifle a whine, needing him to fill me entirely. I kissed him hard instead of begging, allowing him to explore every expanse of my mouth as he ever so slowly pushed two of his fingers into my slit. I clenched around him at the feeling, how godly it felt when he rubbed against my elastic walls, stretching them on his hand as he began curling his fingers at just the right angle, pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside of me.

"There," I clench his other hand in mine, my nails digging into the back of his palm as he continues the lethal movements. I grit my teeth at how damned perfect it felt as he began to speed up, scissoring his fingers against it and creating an entirely new feeling.

Heat washed over me in waves, ebbing and flowing against me as my orgasm built, rapidly approaching.

"Azriel," I whimpered against his lips and he smirked.

"I love hearing my name moaned from your lips," He admitted, his fingers continuing to make a mess of me. "My pretty girl," He admired, his gaze finding mine. My brows creased at the name, and the possession that came with it.

"Yours," I whispered and he nodded, confirming it.

"All mine." He kissed my lips once more, his hand continuing its relentless pace as he flicked his fingers over that bundle, toying with it as I desperately chased my release.

His thumb returned to my clit, rubbing it harshly and I mewled, pulling away from his lips in favor of tilting my head back into the pillow, reveling in the heat running through my veins. "M'close," I warn in a soft tone and he presses a tender kiss to my cheek, then goes down to my jaw with a trail of the same gentleness.

"I know baby, go ahead, make a mess on my hand," He allows and can only obey, anything else would be downright masochistic.

I'm met with a white-hot pleasure that blinded me for longer than a moment, my eyes rolling back as my climax consumes me entirely, bringing both satisfaction and a craving for more simultaneously.

Once my body returns to its reality he removes his fingers from my cunt, now drenched with my dripping arousal. He smiles, bringing his hand up to his lips and licking up the wet expanse of his fingers, gathering my release on his tongue. He groaned as if the taste was revolutionary. "Gods, you're sweeter than I imagined," He confesses and my brows raise slightly.

"Imagined?" I pant out, still wrung from my intense orgasm.

He simply nods, flipping over me so he was settled between my bare thighs. "But I think I need to taste it firsthand," He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my sternum before beginning his descent, trailing delicate kisses down my stomach as he guides my legs over his shoulders, his head now trapped between my knees.

He rubs up and down my thighs, settling himself between them as he reaches the hood of my clit, dancing his tongue down it and without warning digging the pink muscle into my overstimulated clit.

I gasped, my hands going into his hair, grasping as he began kissing down my folds, soaking the lower half of his face. He wastes no time, eager to feel me writhe against his tongue.

I stare down at him in anticipation and he holds the eye contact. His hazel gaze was intense, so passion-filled that it gave me hope that this was more than just a one-time thing.

"Please," I mutter.

"Keep your eyes on me, alright love?" His breath was hot against my puffy pussy, it had been so distracting that I almost didn't hear what he said. But I nodded.

"Okay," I said shakily and before I knew it he leaned down, his lips meeting my entrance as his tongue entered my cunt with ease from him stretching me out with his fingers previously.

I gasped at the sensation, his tongue expertly flicking inside of me as he forced the impressive length of it inside of me.

"Az," I gripe, arching my back and digging my head into the pillows as I pull at his dark locks. He continues the wicked action against my core despite my thighs clamping around his head. He didn't seem to care if he lost oxygen, all he wanted was to taste me deeper and provide me more pleasure until I was finding release on his tongue alone.

I could barely breathe, my legs jolting as he continued his exquisite torture against my throbbing entrance.

"Azriel, right there—" My words are cut off by the familiar ringing of my phone, and it was easily compared to my alarm because it had taken me out of my dream. He looks up at me from between my thighs, his eyes glinting with devilry.

"Pick it up," He coos, and my brows bunch.

"Are you crazy?" I whisper shout at him as if the phone might understand me.

"For you," He purrs, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to my clit. I grip the cushion of the couch at the return of pleasure but the incessant ringing continues and it takes me right out of it again. "Pick it up, or I'll stop." He threatens and I glare at him but he's unwavering. I groan, stretching my arm out to the side and grabbing my purse off the coffee table.

I keep my glare pinned on him as I fish my phone out of the side pocket. The screen lights up with Nelm's contact and my eyes widen, I turn the phone towards Azriel, showing him that I could most definitely not pick this call up. He nods encouragingly and I shake my head rapidly, my brows creased. He begins to pull away from between my legs but I wrap my legs around his neck. "Fuck you," I grit out.

"I plan on it." He smirks against my heat while I bring my phone to my ear, and answer the call.

"Hey, what's up?" I try to mask my voice to be as casual as possible, despite my roommate being between my bare legs.

"Where are you? It's half past seven," He said, slightly irked but I was too busy looking down at Azriel to notice.

"Oh no, was our date tonight?" I gasp in faux shock and Azriel smiles, his eyes lighting with what I knew would be a horrible idea.

"Uh, yeah. I texted you yesterday making sure we were still on?" Nelm said through the other line and I gritted my teeth. I'm so fucked.

"Something came up and texting you slipped my mind—" My breath hitched as Azriel's lips joined with my cunt. I look down at him with panic, mouthing 'no' at him but he doesn't listen.

"Are you alright?" He asked and I felt guilty because he genuinely seemed worried for me.

"Oh— I'm fine just," I struggle to come up with an excuse while Azriel was fucking the thoughts out of me with his tongue.

"Just an emergency happ— happened with my, uhm my roommate," I choke out and Azriel just looks up at me innocently, his hands gripping my thighs as he rolls his long tongue inside of me at a certain spot and I have to fight a moan from slipping past my lips.

"Oh, alright well I can stick around for a while if you think you'll be able to make it?" Nelm suggests from the other end of the line and I curse myself for ever leading this poor guy on when I was clearly not ready for any serious relationship while actively living with my crush.

"I'm so sorry but maybe we can reschedule— fuck," My words turn into curses as Azriel bites at my sensitive clit, silently telling me that my chances of going out with anyone but him were never going to happen. He soothes the bite with the flat of his tongue, circling it directly after with tight, rough movements. I arch into his face, writing into the mattress as I fight my moans off.

"That's fine, when are you free?" Nelm asks and I grit my teeth, shoving my head into the pillows.

"Mm, you know what? I'll just, I can text you my schedule and— and gods, I, I'll let you know when I'm free," I voice, my tone coming off all too whiny as I let a few moans slip through.

"Okay, good luck with whatever your roommate's emergency is." He mumbles, a slight sourness to his tone but who wouldn't be upset after someone flaked on them?

"Yeah, thanks— bye," I grit through my teeth and quickly pull the phone from my ear and hang up the phone.

A loud moan immediately escapes from my throat as soon as the phone shuts off. I let it slip from my hand and fall to the floor absentmindedly as Azriel continues his cruel work at my clit.

I grab him by the hair and pull him away from my heat. "Why did you do that to me?" I pant out, my cheeks flushing with humiliation. He only grins, his lips coated in my slick as his dimples make an appearance.

"Had to show him what's mine," He says, his eyes dark as he leans down once more, flicking his tongue through my folds greedily.

"And I hate sharing," He confesses, diving back into my pussy, his lips sealing against my entrance as he continued fucking me with his tongue, flicking it in and out of me, alternating between my clit and entrance creating an overwhelming amount of stimulation. I pull at his hair and he delights in the pain. I clench my legs around him tighter and I didn't even get the chance to warn him before I teeter over that edge and cum on his tongue.

I pant out for air but it's lost on me as my second climax greets me, hitting me much harder than the last and threatening to knock me out. I swore my ears started ringing for a moment as my vision went fuzzy. Pleasure bloomed through me in the most intense way, still buzzing at my fingertips as he pulled away from my cunt and slowly kissed up my stomach, my sternum, my neck, all the way back to my lips and once he got there I regained all of my senses and enough energy to kiss him back.

His hand came up to my jaw, thumb stroking along it with a soft touch like I was the most precious thing in the world. He pulls away, looking down at me with a prideful smirk.

"My pretty girl." He admired and something in his gaze told me this was so much more than just a hookup.

"You were jealous," I say and he smirks, placing a soft kiss on my lips and allowing me to taste myself once more.

"Of course I was," He murmurs, pulling away less than an inch, his nose still brushing against mine. "But can you blame me?" He asked. "I can't just watch the girl I'm in love with go on a date with some asshole named Nelm," He grumbled and I discarded the insult towards the kind man, focusing on his confession. Heat stained my cheeks in slight shock.

"You're in love with me?" I murmur in slight shock and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Ever since I can remember." He admits and a small smile spreads over my lips. "Sorry, if that scares you." His voice turns soft and I can't help but crumble in his hold.

"No, I'm in love with you too," I say slightly nervously, and dimples grace his features.

"Oh, thank god." He sighs then leans down and presses his lips to mine harshly, holding a level of confidence that wasn't there before.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" He suggests as he pulls away and my grin widens, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck excitedly.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," I hum, my legs wrapping around his hips.

"I think I have some idea," He says, his hips pressing into mine and at his words, I realize he's referring to his clothed bulge straining against his pants and rubbing against my folds. I flash a devilish smile.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

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[keyotos]

➳ you're my achilles heel

summary ⎯ niche microtropes w/ the hsr men! emphasis on the micro (not rlly)

includes ⎯ dan heng, aventurine & jing yuan

tana talks ⎯ who's missed me? i've been gone for a HOT minute, and what other way to come back than kickstarting my 1k event: niche microtropes! more info about that will be here. thank you so so much for 1k!!!!

dan heng

when they both have to share a bed and one of them reveals it was the best night of sleep they've ever had

⎯ dan heng has made a lot of mistakes in his life, and letting march choose hotel rooms has to be one of them.

⎯ granted, he truly thought that march would do a good job at choosing the hotel, financial planning, and of course–choosing the rooms.

⎯ and everything was great. until you and dan heng had to share a bed.

you and dan heng shifted around the bed a few times before finally settling into designated spots. it was decided that dan heng would sleep on the outside, while you slept near the wall. his back faced you as he tucked himself into bed.

⎯ you and dan heng were friends. this awkwardness wasn't normal, and there should be no reason for the two of you to be avoiding each other like you are now. alas, here you are now, laying at least a foot apart.

⎯ the room is completely silent, and a bit cold as well. dan heng felt a breeze constantly grazing his shoulders. yeah. there was no way he could sleep like this

⎯ you, on the other hand, felt too hot. you had most of the blankets on your side and you felt SUFFOCATED. sometimes, it felt hard to breathe. but u weren't sure if that was just nerves or bc of how hot you felt.

⎯ ultimately, you are the one who has to make the first move.

"dan heng," you turned around and whispered, "are you cold?"

⎯ obviously, he was cold. but was he going to say anything about it?? no.

"i'm fine," he said, still facing his back towards you. "are you cold?" you gulped at the dry response. usually, you find yourself always wanting to talk to dan heng. he was never a boring converser, so why was he acting so strange tonight? but then again, you had no room to talk—you haven't said a word to dan heng until now.

⎯ at this point, you're a little frustrated at the lack of communication between the both of you. so—being the problem solver that you are—you decide to do something about it

slowly, you inch closer to dan heng—just to test the waters, of course. dan heng doesn't reach much, only a small head turn once he feels a dip in the mattress. you take some of the blanket and throw it over dan heng, awaiting his response.

⎯ meanwhile, dan heng over here is internally flipping out. when you inched towards him, dan heng could feel his heart skipping more than a few beats. and when you threw the blanket over him, dan heng wasn't sure if he felt warm due to the blanket or you.

⎯ when he finally turns over, you have to hide your wide eyes and slacked mouth underneath the blanket. you peer back up, and he's staring right at you.

"are... you okay?" you whisper underneath the blanket. "i'm cold," is all dan heng says. you hide your smile underneath the blanket, but you have a feeling dan heng knows you're smiling anyway. he's looking straight in your eyes after all.

⎯ and then you say it. you practically hit the pentagon.

you open up the blanket to where it reveals a dark silhouette of your body. "do you want to share?"

⎯ dan heng practically malfunctions. usually, there are always things dan heng says to fill the silence. he never runs out of words. not in a talkative way like march, but rather, he has an extensive vocabulary

⎯ this time though? haha. very funny. he's gone mute.

dan heng blinks at you while you hold the blanket open. you raise an eyebrow, taunting him. he squeezes his eyes shut, and then reopens them to find you still holding the blanket. was he halluncinating?

"i don't want to intrude." "oh please," you quietly laugh, "we're already sharing a bed. we crossed the line of intrusion a few hours ago."

⎯ and that sounds like a good deal to the both of you. except, one thing.

"are things going to change after this?" dan heng asks you. you're glad it's dark, so dan heng doesn't see you flush, "i don't see why things would change," you say, maintaining a calm face.

⎯ that's enough to get dan heng under the covers with you.

⎯ you two sleep wonderfully the rest of the night—you two even woke up early too. you were the one to wake up first. the sun shone on your face, yet you didn't even feel the glare at all. you felt energized, which was weird considering that you went to bed at questionable hour last night.

⎯ oh, and you also felt a pair of arms over your waist too. and something pressing into your neck. and something wrapping around your legs. and you also feel really hot. is that from the sun????

⎯ yeah. it's going to be harder to keep your word.

aventurine

those dancing scenes where it just so happens that the lighting focuses on the two of you

⎯ lavish parties and extravagant events weren’t new to aventurine, who just so happened to stumble on one of the biggest on penacony

⎯ sometimes, the families hold galas. it’s more of an exclusive thing, so aventurine had to do some awkward mingling in order to get in. that includes a very awkward conversation with a security guard, who kept raising eyebrows at his outfit.

⎯ beforehand, he had no interest in going to this event. however, once faced with the possibility that he could gather intel, his mind quickly changed.

⎯ now, he is standing right next to you, the heir to penacony's iris family. in his short time on the planet, he's seen your face countless times: on billboards, commercials, and next to various items. but seeing it in person?

⎯ way. different.

"you've never been dancing before?" you lead the ipc executive, aventurine, down the halls of the iris family's ballroom. aventurine shakes his head as he follows you, "not once. though, as the iris family's biggest celebrity, i take it you're used to dances?" your eyes widen when you hear him utter the compliment, "i'm... i'm not sure i'm the biggest celebrity," you rub your neck sheepishly. you tilt your head back, "and i don't think i can remember a time where i didn't dance."

⎯ aventurine has one goal tonight, and it's to get information about the families. if all goes according to plan, then he'd have the upper hand on penacony itself, thus being able to use his knowledge as a bargaining chip for the ipc.

⎯ and if there's one thing aventurine is good at, it's bargains.

⎯ so now, aventurine is trying his hardest to charm you into giving out any information. because people like you always talk.

"that must've been nice," aventurine eggs you on, "from what i can tell, parties on penacony are always fun." you let out a small laugh, "i'm glad you think that." the two of you walk side-by-side, and you aren't saying a single thing. aventurine flexes his hand by his side, preparing to make more idle chatter. he's about to open his mouth when a bright, shining light beams onto the both of you.

⎯ from the look on your face, aventurine can tell that you did not like that. he stands there passively, awaiting for your next move.

⎯ what he did not expect was for you to hold out your hand for him.

"um," you clear your throat. your eyes dart around the room and you gulp, holding out your hand, "may i have this dance?"

⎯ aventurine meets your nervous eyes with his wide ones. it looks like the two of you have no other choice. eyes are on the both of you when aventurine takes your hand, and you pull him into a quiet space in the ballroom.

⎯ let's get one thing straight: aventurine does not know how to dance.

⎯ so currently, he's trying to avoid stepping on your toes, while trying to remain in sync with you. on the inside, aventurine is annoyed. there are ears everywhere, meaning that there's a bigger risk. however, aventurine is all about risks, and the night is still young.

"i thought you liked dances," aventurine purposefully whispers into your ear, and he can feel the heat rise up. his voice is sultry and sweet, and he hopes to get you addicted to it soon. you look up at him with crinkled eyes. the light is glaring on you, and it seems like you're glinting instead of shining. "i never said that." aventurine takes notice of the rise and fall of your chest—much faster than when the two of you met. the corner of his lip raises a little bit, "oh, i'm sorry. but are you uncomfortable? i thought you've been doing this for years? let me know if i can do anything to help?" he offers.

⎯ you only smile, and aventurine gives you a polite smile back. he follows your lead, waiting for you to say something, but you only lead him around the ballroom.

⎯ the light is still trailing after you, except it's beaming more on aventurine than you at this point.

⎯ it's beaming more on aventurine. oh. he gets it now.

"do you wanna get out of here?" he whispers in your ear once again. he has to try his hardest to bite down the smirk that was about to appear on his face. this was going to be easier than he thought. you grab his hand in a tight hold, "no," you firmly state, "we're staying here."

⎯ wow. what a shift of tone.

"i need your help," you mutter under your breath. "help me, and i'll do anything," you look up into his eyes, pleading with him through your gaze.

⎯ aventurine nearly steps on your feet. what?

"uh–what?" aventurine questions you as you keep moving.

"sneak me out of here. we can't go through the doors—there's the bloodhound family everywhere. but i need you to get me out," you beseech. you grab his hand, bringing it up to your chest and slowly sliding it down to your waist.

⎯ aventurine has to remind himself to keep his cool multiple times. breathe in, breathe out. what were you getting at here? why did you want to escape?

"listen, what i said earlier. about the parties. i need to get out," you spin yourself around and back into the blond. "help me," you connect your palms as you circle him, "and i'll help you," you intertwine your fingers together.

⎯ the light still glistens over the both of you. and aventurine thinks two things: he's gotten into something he didn't need to get into, and that he finally has a way into the family.

jing yuan

second chance romance, except the two of you have been keeping tabs on one another the entire time.

⎯ jing yuan's childhood is filled of fond memories: his old master, the bright and sunny days when he would train, and you.

⎯ you, who jing yuan would willingly miss trainings for. you, the brilliant and clever reporter who broadcasted for the people. you, who jing yuan had to let go.

⎯ he'd spend days rereading what you've wrote; whether it be small stories or big news on the luofu. everything you had written intoxicated him. however, all good things have to end eventually.

⎯ the break-up wasn't even technically a break up, because you two weren't even together. the harsh reality was that you two were just friends, so jing yuan has no actual reason to be moping around. people lose friends all the time, and with jing yuan's lifestyle, it was bound to be imminent.

⎯ as the general, jing yuan had new priorities, and it seems like you weren't one of them anymore.

⎯ so, you move on with your career. you founded the xianzhou's very own broadcasting channel, which aired to the millions of citizens across all ships. you're a superstar who hasn't left their core values. rather than the big stories, you focus on local ones. you focus on the people.

⎯ and general jing yuan... focuses on his job. sort of. not really.

⎯ can you really say that a general is focused on his job when he goes missing?

"jing yuan," your side aches once you utter his name, and you suppress an agonized moan, "why are you here?"

⎯ you know what they say, old habits die hard.

⎯ the founder of the xianzhou's broadcasting channel was found in critical condition a few days ago. you had been reporting on the a civil case that had struck on one of the ships, and—next thing you know—blood ran from your fingertips and you rushed into a critical care unit.

"how did you even get here?" you ask as you lift yourself up higher on the bed. jing yuan steps forward, but you move back. "i haven't spoken to you in years. you cut me off, and then you show up now? can i atleast get an explanation on how you found me?"

⎯ jing yuan's silence tells you all that you need to know. you keep up with the dozing general, even if you are off the luofu. because still, even after all these years, your heart trails after him.

"i wanted to see you," jing yuan blurts. his voice is much more deeper than you remember it to be. "so i contacted the hospital and told them that my old friend was in critical condition, and i needed to see you." you scoff, "an old friend is a stretch." you pause and look down at your hands. and then, a thought furrows in your mind. "wait, if you knew where i was hospitalized—you read my articles?" "i've never stopped."

⎯ oh. oh? oh????

⎯ safe to say that you were rendered speechless. the next five minutes were spent by you staring at jing yuan, jaw-dropped and all.

"how long?" you asked. "too long," jing yuan dryly chuckles. "since i left."

⎯ the air is thick, and things are obviously tense. and there are so many things to talk about. so many things to tell him. such as how you've surfed before (it was a big dream of yours). or how you finally adopted the cat you always wanted (you hope he brings up his lion).

⎯ and while you sit there, you realize that you've missed this. how could you even live without this for hundreds of years? without him? was it surreal to feel so strongly about a person that left so long ago?

⎯ so many milestones missed. so many to make up for. so many things to talk about. so many things to clear up. and you still want to do it all with jing yuan.

⎯ does he still want to do it with you?

you clear your throat, attempting to sit up straighter. you're struggling, and you've never felt so embarrassed in your life. while trying to adjust yourself once more, you see a shadow appear above you, and it's the one and only jing yuan. "do you need help?" he asks, holding his arm out for you as support. you take it gladly, pulling yourself up by grabbing onto his (big) forearm. "thank you," you dust yourself off, checking your side for any rips in your stitches. "now," you begin, letting out a shaky breath, "i think... i think we're overdue for a chat."

⎯ you knew jing yuan. you'd like to know him now. jing yuan knew you too, and now—judging by the look on his face—he'd like to know you too.

god i've missed the hc's so much. like i'm truly going back to my roots here. be honest did y'all miss the hc's too or was that just me????

[midnightbluebells03]

you should do reader x girlfriend abby where when using her strap on reader she accidentally slips up and says i love you. Forget to mention they’ve never got to that point in their relationship so it’s shocking

First anon btw

THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL

CW - strap usage (R receiving), very slight begging

Reader isn't described apart from having a vagina and being able bodied

No outbreak

WC - about 1.2k

Leave me requests to help me break my writes block pls and thx xo

There's no place you'd rather spend your Friday night than pinned under the strong grasp of your new girlfriend Abby Anderson. Even if you had to indure a party with her resident friends from the hospital to get here. Gritting your teeth with a forced smile as Owen Moore tells another one of his stories from when him and Abby briefly dated as teenagers. Despite the fact his very pregnant girlfriend couldn't look more uncomfortable if she tried.

The only thing keeping you from telling him to shut up being the hand sitting on your thigh just out of view of the rest of the group. Abby giving you a gentle squeeze everytime you held back a snarky comment or a roll of your eyes.

And what better way for her to reward you than this?

So as you wait for her to fix the straps on her harness, still coming down from the last orgasm she gave you, you can't help but grip the sheets under you with one hand. The other lazily trailing across your stomach, dipping a little lower each time just to keep yourself on edge. There's something about the care Abby puts into getting ready that does it for you. Making sure her harness is fitted in a way that let's her have full control, tying her hair into a messy bun to keep it from falling in your face, applying a generous amount of lube to the slick 7' dildio she had recently purchased. Every little detail was just for you.

"Abby" you whine softly. Sitting up onto your elbows. You're met with a soft chuckle as she finally makes her way onto the bed. Her hands keeping your legs spread as she gets into position, the tip of the strap sitting right at your dripping pussy.

"Sorry baby" she leans down and gives you a quick peak on the lips before pulling back. "Just had to get ready for you". One of her hands trails up to your chest, pushing you down off your elbows gently. "You were so good tonight"

"Trust me if you weren't there I wouldn't have been" you admit, smiling at how Abby chuckles softly. Her hand moving to move a loose peice of hair out of your face befote just holding your cheek.

"I know but I still appreciate it" you move your own hand over hers, giving it a squeeze before she puls away. Holding the toy so its just teaing your hole. "You ready baby?"

"Mhm"

"Words" she says sternly. But it's not mean it's because she needs you to tell her, needs to hear how badly you want her.

"Yeah, Abby please just-"

As the tip slips in you gasp loudly. But what you heard was undeniable. Abby moaning a soft "fuck I love you" as she slowly pushes in. Eyes glued to your pussy as it swallows her length. You whine softly but she clearly assumes its from the stretch, so when your hand comes up to her jaw she looks worried. "You okay? Too big?"

"You- fuck" you inturput yourself with a moan as you reach the base. Hand staying tight around Abby's defined jaw. You felt full. Completely and utterly full.

"Shhh I know baby" Abby's voice is sweet as she moves closer to your face. Making you moan at the slight movement of the toy. "I'm gonna wait okay?"

Swallowing hard you finally manage to stammer out. "You- you said it"

Abby tilts her head slightly. "Said what baby?"

"That you love me"

Her eyes widen slightly. "Did I?" You nod and her face turns red. Her voice is shaking slightly as she tries to dig herself out of the situation. "Shit, fuck, I um I know we haven't been dating that long and fuck I'm sorry I've-"

You pull her in for a kiss. Inturpting her rambling before speaking softly. "I love you too Abs"

"Yeah?" She almost sounds like she doesn't believe you. Her gorgeous steel blue eyes looking down at you, filled with hope.

"Yeah, I love you Abby" you say with a big smile. But as Abby's hips move back slightly you can't help but look at the ceiling and moan. "God"

"You good?" Abby asks with a cocky tone as her hips slowly start to move. A slow steady rythm that let's you feel every single inch.

"So good" your grip on the sheets tighten as your breaths become staggered. "So fucking good"

"Love watching you like this" Abby groans softly, her hands gripping onto your hips tightly. Giving her more leverage to start moving into you harder. "So fucking pretty"

"Fuck Abs" you moan loudly. Almost certain your neighbours must hate you. But you didn't care right now, too preoccupied with the way Abby is making you feel like your floating. "F-faster"

"You want faster baby?" The tease is thick in her tone, her thrusts slowly slightly making you whimper. Desperately trying to move yourself down onto the toy but stopped by her strong grasp. "You can ask better than that"

"Need it so bad" you beg, hands moving onto her biceps as your names dig into her freckled skin. "Please Abby, faster please". And thankfully you're being rewarded tonight because her hips snap forward, moving at a speed that has you mumbling incoherently between moans. Your grip so tight on her arms you could probably break the skin.

It's not long before your clenching around the toy so hard it makes it difficult for Abby to keep her pace. Your legs trembling and threatening to close, only stopped by Abby being in the way.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl?" She coos softly, smiling st the way you can only nod your head as your eyes screw shut. "Go on then baby"

The knot in your stomach snaps as you cum all over her strap. Babbling a string of "Abby, Abby, Abby!" As she fucks you through it. Her hips only stopping once you release her arms and let out a breathy moan. Abby pulls out slowly, discarding the strap and harness elsewhere. Planning on dealing with it later. Right now she just slumps down next to you, pulling you onto her chest.

You listen to her heart beat fro a few minutes, fingers tracing ocer her abs lightly before you look up at her. "So you love me huh?" The way her cheeks flush makes you smile. It was one of your favourite things about her. The way she could go from tough and commanding to soft in a heart beat. "You're so cute"

"Says you" she kisses the top of your head before tapping your shoulder. "Cmon let's get cleaned up"

[gemstone-roses]

Frustrated

David deacon Kay (s.w.a.t) x reader

Summary: after a few bad dates leaves you... unsatisfied, deacon takes care of you. 18+ only there be smut ahead. Praise kink, teasing. Fingering. Pet names (honey, sweetheart). Deacon isn't married in this.

Warnings: mentions of bad dates not making reader cum, fingering, female reader.

A:N- I'm feral for this man. Minors be gone this work and this blog is strictly for those 18 and over. Reminder you are responsible for your own media consumption. Likes and reblogs much appreciated ty🥺 maybe I'll do a part two👀

"Rough night"? A gruff voice asks from behind his locker.

"Yeah something like that" you sigh, shutting your locker a bit too hard.

"Another terrible date?" He probes, shutting his own locker and looking at you.

You swallow, slightly embarrassed, and what makes it worse is that your having this conversation with the one man on your squad you've had a crush on forever, your closest friend on the team.

"Well, he got what he wanted, I uhm, ugh never mind" you chuckle nervously.

Deacons brows furrow.

"Anything I can do?" He asks kindly and you can't help the thoughts that swarm your mind, thinking of him, you, together.

It's been a rough shift, you excuse yourself to the bathroom of the bar the whole team is relaxing in.

Your wound up, the adrenaline from the day hasn't worn off fully, your not looking where your going when you bump into something hard.

Someone.

It causes you to stumble back slightly.

"oh sorry I wasn't paying attention" you say, resting your arm behind you on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay y/n?" His brows furrow again and your heart speeds up, he's so kind, so genuine, so hot.

"Y-yeah why" you say.

"You seem a little.. tightly wound today" he steps closer to you and you make no effort to move, allowing him to cage his arms on either side of you.

"I'll be okay, i just need to-

Deacon bites his lip, your brain short circuits for a moment.

"Need to what honey?" Deacon moves one of his hands to your waist, he strokes his thumb across your side.

"I need to, uhm, you know" you mumble, and deacon tuts slightly.

"Words honey" he teases and you take in a shaky breath

"I need to cum" you whisper, heat rising up your neck as you admit it.

Deacons chest heaves at your confession.

And with a surprising amount of confidence you add

"Make me cum, David?" And his lips are on yours instantly.

He kisses you furiously, pushing open the bathroom door with one hand and guiding you into it with the other.

You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he pushes you against the bathroom wall breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" he confesses.

"Me too" you say and he smiles at you.

"You gonna let me take care of you honey?" He leans into your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses as you moan again.

Deacon moves his hand to the top of your trousers

"Come on honey what did I say? Use your words sweetheart"

"Yes" you huff out, desperate for his touch.

"Good girl" he touches his nose to yours as his hand finally dips below your waistband.

He runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy a few times, humming in satisfaction.

"You're soaking" he whispers

"Deac" you whisper, leaning your head back.

He moves your panties to the side and slides a finger through your soaking folds, bringing it up to circle your clit.

He catches your moan in another kiss, this time a gentle one.

He rubs your clit slowly, applying pressure at the same time.

"You make the prettiest sounds" he says as he slides a finger into you.

"Oh deac" you whine.

He keeps one finger circling your clit as he pumps the other one inside you, seeing your reaction, he inserts another finger.

You feel a pressure building within, your breathing speeds up as deacon curls his finger to hit that spot.

"Oh fuck deac I'm gonna-

"You gonna cum for me honey? Already? You needed this didn't you sweetheart" he speeds up his fingers as he speaks, you grip his shoulders tight, your orgasm fast approaching.

"I got you, come for me honey"

"Fuck deac I- your words stop short as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"That's it, let go baby" he comforts you as you release around him.

"Oh my god" you whisper, coming down from your high.

"That was incredible" he groans, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Feel better?" He asks, embracing you, hands resting on your ass.

You nod, bringing your lip between your teeth.

"Shall we, get out of here?" You propose, eyes moving to the prominent bulge in his pants.

And deacon has never moved so fast in his life.

[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 15

A/N: This was supposed to be the last chapter, but it was getting too long, so SURPRISE you get two more! I'm sorry this has taken me so long. I've been dreading writing the end of this series, not because it'll be bad, but just because I want to do it right. But with some help from @ccab and @elvisfatass I think I finally got it pinned down. Please enjoy this penultimate chapter!

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of infidelity

Word count: ~2k

You're both too wrapped in the web of each other to notice anything beyond the boundaries of your intertwined bodies.

******

On the last day of your three weeks of rest, Elvis decides you should spend the day at the beach as a family. The weather is beautiful and you agree that nothing would be better. Together, you pack up some food, drinks, and all the things that you need for the kids. You're all back together in one bungalow, with your mom in the other one playing babysitter whenever you need her, and you've been living a dream together since you and Elvis reconnected. Every night you put the kids to bed and ignore portals left and right. He knows he'll have to go back eventually, but for right now he's content to stay with you as long as you need him.

When you finally get everything packed, you grab the kids and head down the beach to the water. You pick a spot under some provided beach umbrellas and set up camp. Your mom has stayed behind to rest, so it's just you and Elvis and the kids. She's brought them to the beach before, but they don't usually get in the water. They stay on the beach and make sandcastles and look for seashells and play. So, when Elvis suggests you all get in the water this time, the kids are especially excited. John Jessie is positively elated.

"I'll race ya to the water, dad!" He hollers as he runs towards the waves.

"Oh, no ya don't! No head starts!" Elvis runs up behind him and grabs him, holding him up in the air as he continues to run. They make their way to the water roughhousing the whole way. You take Erin's hand and walk casually to the shore. When you finally get there, Elvis and John Jessie are still playing, dunking each other and splashing. Erin approaches the water cautiously as a wave washes up and hits her feet. She immediately panics, screaming and trying to run away.

"Oh, no, baby, it's okay!" You shout, trying to grab her before she gets too far away. Swooping her up, you try to show her that the water is safe by dipping her toes in it, but she continues to shake and scream. She squirms to try to fight her way out of your arms and away from the water.

Next thing you know, Elvis is there. She turns to him and reaches her pudgy little hands out towards him. So far, she's been a little tentative around him. She knows he's someone important to her, but she hasn't fully bonded to him. You know it's been bothering him a lot, even though he hasn't said anything.

"Daddy!" She practically climbs out of your arms into his and he beams.

"Shhhh, sweetie, it's okay. You're okay." He takes her and speaks softly to her in a calming tone. Her little body visibly relaxes as he rubs on her back and hums gently.

"Scary, daddy." She whimpers.

"Oh, I know sugar. The water can be a little scary. Come on baby." He walks back up to the shore with her and sits down on the sand where the water washes up to his knees. Holding her on his lap, he pats the water and shows her that it's safe. With his encouragement, she uses her fat little hand to pat the water with him. She giggles and leans over to slap the water with both hands. You walk out to John Jessie and swim in the waves with him.

They play like this on the sand for the next ten to fifteen minutes. Eventually, you see them making their way further out in the water. It takes a while, but eventually he gets her to stand in the water up to her thighs and she squeals with delight. You watch as she points out to where you and her brother are and then reaches up to him for him to pick her up. His face is so soft and full of love that it absolutely melts you. He bends over and lifts her up to walk her out to where you are. As he does, she wraps her little arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. He closes his eyes and then looks up at the sky to keep his tears from falling. Then, you read his lips as he whispers.

"I love you too, baby girl."

Just then, John Jessie tackles you from behind and you turn to wrestle him into the waves. A few minutes later, Elvis makes it out to you with Erin in his arms. The four of you spend the next couple hours in the water.

At lunchtime, you eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches on the beach. Both kids have their daddy's taste for them and you watch the three of them revel in the joy of their sandwich. They both look so much like him. You wish it could always be like this.

******

That night, your mom takes the kids and you and Elvis have a nice dinner at a restaurant not far from the bungalow. You have plane tickets to go back home tomorrow, so there's something final about this evening. When you get back to the bungalow, Elvis kisses you deeply and then down your neck. Then, he stops and kisses your forehead. He walks slowly to the closet and pulls his jumpsuit out.

You know what this means. He's leaving.

"No..."

"I'm sorry, honey. You know I have to go back."

"Tonight?"

"I don't have a plane ticket to go home with you tomorrow. It needs to be tonight." You know this is true, but some part of you hoped he might stay this time. But you know he doesn't. The Aloha concert still exists.

You lie down on the bed on your side and try to hide your face as the tears stream down.

"Honey..."

"I'm sorry. I can't control it. I just need a minute."

"You know I would stay if I could. You know there's nothing I want more." He climbs into the bed behind you and presses himself against you.

"I know that. Doesn't make losing you any easier."

"You're not losing me. You're going to open portals for me every few months again, right?" You had forgotten about your old routine. Of course you can.

"Oh. Yeah, I will."

"Well, alright then. This is not goodbye." He moves your hair off of your neck and presses his lips to the nape. Then, he slides your shirt off of your shoulder and kisses there too. You moan and arch your back, pushing your ass into him. "There's my girl."

He slides a hand down the front of your body under your pants and begins to make circles on your sensitive button. You moan softly and he pushes further down to move his finger through your folds and feel your wetness, pressing his middle finger into your pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis." He moves his finger in and out passionately as he continues to kiss your shoulder.

"Does it feel good, baby?"

"God, yes." You reach down to slide your shorts off and he slides his finger out to unbutton his pants, pulling them down far enough to free his throbbing cock. He teases your entrance from behind and then slowly thrusts forward, filling you one inch at a time. Once he's inside you fully, he pulls your shirt up and over your head and unclasps your bra, dragging it down your front and off. He grabs your breast and squeezes gently, carefully catching your nipple between his fingers.

Only then does he begin to pump in and out of you. His hand moves back to your center and he rubs circles on your clit again with his fingertip. He switches and slides his finger quickly over the top of you and you feel the blood rush to your core. All the while, he's kissing your shoulder and the back of your neck, up to your earlobe.

"I love the way you feel, honey. I always have. I'll never forget this feeling as long as I live."

Your eyes pop open and your brain flashes forward to him singing Unchained Melody and you want to scream. You don't have much time left. Suddenly, you can't breathe. The feeling of drowning overwhelms you and your breath comes in deep gasps.

"Whoa, honey, what's going on?" He stops moving his hand and his hips. "Hey, talk to me?"

You pull off of him and roll over to face him, grabbing him and pulling him to you tightly.

"I can't lose you."

"I already told you, babe, I'm coming back." You nod and squeeze your eyes closed to keep the tears from falling. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sorry. We can continue."

"Well. Not really." You look up into his face and he glances down to his dick that's gone soft and lays against his thigh.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, honey, it happens more and more these days." It's just another reminder of his age.

"No. We need to get you home."

"There's not much we can do about-" you push him onto his back and settle between his thighs. "Honey, what-?"

You lean forward and take him into your mouth. Even soft, it's not easy to fit all of him. You massage his balls in one hand and bounce your mouth on him.

"Fuck, honey. That's... working..."

"Mhmm." You hum on him and feel him get progressively harder. Running your tongue up the bottom of his shaft, you roll his foreskin back gently with one hand and lick a circle around his sensitive pink tip. When you pull back, his erection is harder than it was before. For good measure, you press your breasts together on either side of his cock and slide up and down.

"Goddamn, baby!" He looks down at you shocked as you fuck him with your tits.

"There. Think you can make love to me now?" You sit up and he stares at you incredulously.

"Yeah." He grabs you and practically throws you onto the bed. Without another thought, he climbs on top of you, pushes into you, and begins to fuck you passionately. He grunts as he slams his hips into yours over and over again. "We've been together for 15 years and that's the hottest thing you've ever done, baby."

"You liked that?"

"I fuckin' loved it. God, I love you." He kisses you deeply as he thrusts and you wrap your legs around him. You feel the tightness of your orgasm gather in your hips and it only takes a few more minutes of him rutting into you for you to tumble into oblivion. As you come back down, he whispers. "Mmmm... I'm gonna come, honey."

"Good. Fill me with it."

"Goddamn, baby! Who are you?" He groans loudly and pounds into you until he shudders and jerks and paints your insides with his release. You relax and let your legs fall back to the bed. He lays next to you as you both try to catch your breath. "Where did all that come from?"

"Well, I know what I'm sending you back to. I needed to know you'd remember me every time you're naked with someone else."

"You know I already wish it was you every time." You turn and look at him.

"Do you really?"

"Every time." He rolls over to you and runs his fingers down your cheek. That's when you hear the portal appear and he glances over to it. "I don't want to leave."

"Ah ha. Mission accomplished."

"You're mean, honey."

"I just love you so much." He leans in and kisses you with the full intensity of his affection for you.

"I love you more than anything." Then, he rolls out of the bed and quickly puts his jumpsuit on, carefully zipping it up the front. He leans over to you where you're still naked on the bed and presses his lips to your forehead.

"Kiss my babies for me. I'll see you soon." He turns to the portal and walks through quickly before it disappears. And then there's the old familiar pop and he's gone again.

Four and a half years. That's all you have left. It's not enough.

******

Are you ready for the end?

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[stellamalonesolaria]

BTS Jeon Jungkook x Reader X Kim Taehyung FF | Standing Next To You | mini series

pairing: husband’s brother! jungkook wife!reader husband! taehyung

warning: mild swearing, minor nsfw scenes, minor dni.

synopsis : when the time comes, will you choose your husband or your husband’s brother?

genre: rom-com, action thriller (you’ll know why eventually), love triangle au.

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Episode 1:

Y/N's pov:

"it's been two years and we have no new lead whatsoever in this case. i'm as distraught as ever.", my firm partner and associate Alex turns to me and says this. I sigh as there's nothing I could do either. "the evidence was completely tampered with leaving no substantial proof", Alex fumes, "you go home Y/N, your husband must be waiting for your arrival, we will investigate this further tomorrow, goodnight", I nod and say "Goodnight Alex."

I get into a cab to commute to my apartment where my husband and i reside together.

I've lost the spark. I was once known as the devil's advocate but as of now I can't even properly review this. if only someone could just find the missing puzzle to this mystery.

time skip

narrator's pov

you reach your apartment. You remove your shoes and place them in the shoe rack situated right near your apartment gate. You get in the house only to be greeted by the aroma of a delicious supper. You immediately furrow your eyebrows because your husband doesn't know how to cook and you don't have a housekeeper or a cook. You usually do the cooking.

"Taehyung, have you finally learnt how to cook?"

You teasingly ask your husband

"Babe he'll never learn how to cook in this lifetime and even if he does it's probably when the pigs fly"

You roll your eyes identifying the voice immediately

"Who gave you the right to insult my husband, Jungkook", you poke as you enter the kitchen to see the muscular man with alarmingly ferocious and eye grazing looks wearing an apron with bunnies embroidered on it

"And of course, you're wearing this apron", you laugh

Jungkook suddenly looks at you intently with a spatula in his hand.

"so instead of replying back, you're gonna physically assault me now? Jungkook you know i'm a lawy–"

you were cut short by this man looking you up and down and then whispering under his breath "still as ugly as ever"

You get mad and say, "still an asshole"

Jungkook rolls his eyes and then takes out a spoon, dips it in one of the dishes he's preparing and inserts it in your mouth

"how is it?", Jungkook asks

"can't believe this scrumptious meal is made by a dick like you" you reply

"scrumptious huh" Jungkook raises his eyebrows

"made by a dick" you remind him that you didn't compliment him

"i know you like my dick" Jungkook retorts

"I don't like microscopic things" you feel your cheek flushing with a shade of pink

"Exactly why you like my di-" Jungkook is interrupted by Taehyung's entry in the kitchen.

Taehyung's eyes are glued to your figure

"di-ctionary, right brother in law?" you stifle a laugh as you say that

"i meant to say dick but okay" Jungkook whines as Taehyung looks at the both of you perplexed. You notice that and chuckle silently.

"Dear husband, go to the dining room, I'll fetch your dinner apparatus" you then look at Jungkook, "Babe, go follow your brother as well, I'll manage the rest, thanks for this though", you wink at them as they both exit the cooking area.

in the dining hall

Taehyung's pov

Y/N sets up the table so meticulously as I watch her, she's beautiful, I keep admiring her features till my eyes set on my brother, gross, didn't even let me feast my eyes with the view.

"Hyung and Y/N, you both haven't even asked my purpose for this sudden visit." Jungkook states, clearly offended.

"Brother, you're here like every month, you practically live here", I respond to him thinking how much that disturbs my alone time with her

"Well that is because I miss you guys too much but the reason of my visit here is work related this time, unfortunately." Jungkook says, satirically of course.

Jungkook and Sarcasm are soulmates; he can't go on without sneering, it's like his life is empty without the touch of mockery in it.

"That means you won't be home much, good for us" I state coldly

"NO THAT IS NOT GOOD AT ALL, I'LL HAVE TO COOK FOR THREE PEOPLE, ATLEAST JUNGKOOK AT HOME HELPED OUT WITH CHORES AND COOKING BUT NOW I'D HAVE TO DO IT ALL ALONE", Y/N exclaims

both of us laugh at her words, she's just perfect.

Y/N's Pov

I sit down for dinner after i finish serving food to the brothers but as I'm just done sitting on the chair in tranquility, I hear my phone ring.

I get up from my seat to take the call. It's from Alex. It must be about the case, this is important.

"Y/N, I have received an anonymous tip related to this affair." Alex states, cryptically.

"Is it an integral piece of evidence?", I ask demanding for him to not beat around the bush.

"it's definitely a mind blowing one." he replies

"what is it, Alex?" I ask

"The witness protection program authorities just informed me that the witness has been officially released from their center recently" Alex goes off

"How recent, Alex", I ask

"Let me complete Y/N, the spectator has been discharged from the institute today—that opens up many possibilities—" Alex says

"—Like the eyewitness may be associated with the culprit or the witness was a ploy to deceive us and distract us from the real perpetrator" I finish his sentence.

"Yes and what's even more shocking is that the whereabouts of the person is near your vicinity" Alex continues

"Huh—that means I'll have to examine this case properly and go on a lookout for the witness, you're telling me I have to work as a private investigator on top of being a criminal lawyer?" I ask in disbelief

"Y/N you're more than capable for this—plus I've hired a secret agent to assist you with this mission." Alex states

I scoff

"Professionalism can go to hell right? this violates work ethics, you cant just hire a private investigator." I deadpan tell him this

"Y/N, we need to do whatever it takes to find the one behind this—you do not understand the severity of the situation" Alex says sternly

I have to comply with him either ways.

"Okay Alex, goodnight." I say

Alex reciprocates the wish and we end the call.

I go back to the dining room to see Taehyung and Jungkook seated at the table looking like they were waiting for me?

"You're back Y/N", Taehyung says acknowledging my arrival

I smile as Jungkook remarks "No, you're hallucinating Taehyung". Taehyung rolls his eyes of course Jungkook has said that.

I take my seat and we have our dinner

Narrator's pov

dinner :

"I watched this romantic movie recently, it was amazing" you state trying to start a conversation

"What was it about" Jungkook asks

"Idiot, first tell us the name of the movie no" Taehyung adds to Jungkook's statement

"Okay okay, it was about two brothers and their love for the same girl and the extent they were willing to go to pursue the girl and articulate their admiration for her via actions and do you wanna know who the girl picks at the end—" you are suddenly cut off by Taehyung

"Save the spoilers, I'd like to find it out on my own" Taehyung says sternly

Jungkook adds on to Taehyung's statement "of course the main lead would pick the brother most apt for her"

You just slouch your shoulders mockingly indicating that you won't be telling them anything regarding the movie now.

"All i know is it takes courage to be able to go to any lengths for your one true love—that's why I liked the movie honestly" you remark

Jungkook's pov:

love? that's bullshit. i can't ever see myself falling head over heels for someone to an extent where i can do anything for them—including sacrificing my life for them because i know i can't love anyone more than myself

Taehyung's pov:

i mean i do like Y/N but i'm not sure whether i love her and even if i do allow myself to fall in love with her—i don't know if i'd love her enough to go to any lengths to do anything for her

Taehyung's and Jungkook's pov: (in unison)

“i guess only time will tell”

Narrator's pov: at that very instant Y/N gets up to put her plate away into the sink but she ends up slipping and falling backwards.

Y/N's pov:

I fear I'd injure myself badly. I just know my head will severely get hurt. I close my eyes as I prepare myself for the painful fall— I feel a hand—wait no two hands—two very different hands—on my back.

I open my eyes slowly just to see Jungkook and Taehyung holding me by my waist.

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to be continued

[hellfiremunsonn]

Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter. 

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

WARNINGS: Heat exhaustion? does that need a warning? Skinny dipping, mentions of spooky black water, swearing, talk of death (Chrissy) mentions of sad feelings (depression without saying depression) we almost drown besties but it's chill cause Eddie saves the day.

WORDCOUNT: 5k

CHAPTER 5: LOVERS LAKE

The drive back to Steves wasn't long and Eddie had already thrown a small bag of his belongings into the back of his van before you left. The two of you less chatty than before, the long day of scoping out Hawkins finally hitting you. You were sure Eddie was absolutely exhausted, he played a whole show yesterday and still woke up before you. You giggled quietly at the thought, turning towards the sun with a sigh, eyes closing as it warmed your face where you sat in the passenger seat of Eddies van. 

"You awake over there sweet thing?" Eddie asked quietly. 

You hummed and rolled your head to the side, opening your eyes to look at him. "Barely, I feel like a lizard"

"A lizard?" He chuckled. "Of all things?"

"Cause they like the sun! Like plants, I'm photosynthesizing" You said interlocking your fingers together to stretch your arms out in front of you, your elbow clicking loudly in the process.  

"Photosynthesizing" He repeated. "You're such a weirdo"

"Yes I am" You said with full agreement. "I can't wait to shower" You bounce slightly in your seat excitedly. "I didn't even drink at your show and I still somehow smell like beer" You scrunch your nose.

"Yeah, that's the curse of The Hideout, no matter what you drink, or how long you're in there, you always come out of it with that smell"

"How splendid" You quip. 

When the two of you finally pulled into Steves driveway, Robin burst through the front door, standing impatiently on the porch steps like a disappointed parent waiting for their kid who was late for their curfew. 

"Uh-oh" Eddie said nodding towards her. "Looks like your mother is unimpressed"

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll get an earful from her too" You said smiling while undoing your seatbelt and hopping out of the van. Slinging your bag over your shoulder you made your way towards Robin, and her loudly tapping foot. 

"Hey bobbin" you sing, calling her the annoying nickname you had given her when you first became friends. 

"Don't Bobbin me! You've been gone all day! I was worried!" She said with a huff, stomping her foot in the process. 

"Robs you knew she was with me" Eddie said coming up behind you, following you and Robin into the house.

"Yeah last night" she scoffed. 

"I figured you'd wanna have some time alone with Vickie, considering you left me, at the bar" You tease, pushing her shoulder slightly with your own. 

When she finally turned to you, her cheeks were pink. Using one hand to hold her balance against the wall as she tugged off her shoes. "Okay fine, you got me there, but I figured you were going to catch a ride with Steve" she shrugged.

"It's okay, Eddie ending up showing me around Hawkins, it was nice, I had a good time, and he kept me safe" now it was your turn to blush, avoiding Robins eyes you glanced down at Eddies feet next to yours. When you looked back up Robin was glaring at him, through slitted lids. "Robin be nice" You say pointing a finger at her. 

She rolled her eyes, finally breaking into a smile. "I'm just teasing, I was a little worried, I'll admit, and again sorry for uh, leaving you at the bar" She scratched the back of her head. "I'm glad you two enjoy each others company though" She said raising her eyebrows suggestively. 

Shaking your head you brushed passed her. "Well!" you said loudly while clapping your hands together. "I'm going to shower, I don't think I've needed fresh clothes more in my life than I do right now" You laughed on your way up the stairs to your room, assuming you left both of them behind you turned to gather your shower supplies only to find Robin standing almost directly behind you. 

"Robin what the hell!" you exclaimed, one hand pressed over your heart. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" you yelled, slapping her on the shoulder with the wash cloth you held in your hand.

She raised her hands in defence, continuing to follow you around while you gathered your things, hot on your heels she as you made your way into the bathroom. She sits on the closed lid of the toilet, tucking her legs up under her so they're crossed. "Soooo" She said dragging out the 'O' 

You hum in response, leaning over the tub slightly to turn the tap of the shower, turning the water on and adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. Stripping yourself of your clothes and stepped into the shower, you sigh in relief as the hot water hits your back. Enjoying the two minutes of silence before robin asks "Did you guys fuck?"

"Robin!" you tell over the sound of the water

"What! I wanna know!"

"I'm sure you do!" You laughed,  beginning to lather your shampoo into your hair. "No we didn't fuck"

"So what did you do then?" She asked, a genuine confused tone in her voice. 

"Well I had a migraine so I slept on his couch, and then- like I already told you he drove me around Hawkins, pointed out all the hang out spots and stuff and then we hung out at the high school for a bit"

"You went to the high school?" she asks quickly.

"Yeah he showed me where he used to deal, told me about that girl and everything" You say with a small laugh, frowning from remembering Eddies somber face when he told you about her. 

"He told you about Chrissy?" Robins voice went up an active. 

"Yeah! I forgot her name, but I felt so bad for him when he told me Robs, his face was so sad"

"So you know then?" she asked. 

"Know what?"

"About Hawkins!"

You lean your head out of the shower raising an eyebrow. "What about Hawkins?" 

"So he didn't tell you?" 

"Robin I have no idea what you're talking about" You roll your eyes, returning to your showering duties of scrubbing your body down with your pick loofa.

"Does the name Vecna ring a bell?" Robin pushes

"No, who's Vecna?" 

She squeaks "No one you need to worry about!" A beat of silence. "Well I'll let you shower, come find me when you're done!" Her sing song voice faded as she left you alone for the last five minutes of your shower. 

You dressed yourself in cozy clothes, knowing the lot of you didn't have any plans for tonight, so a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt would do just fine.

"He told you about Hawkins?" Robins words echoed in your head. What did she mean by that? From the beginning of our friendship she had only ever talked about Hawkins being a small town, and that her and her friends wanted out so badly, but when she asked you if Eddie told you about it, there was a slight difference in her voice. Like it was something she didn't want you to know.

You didn't realize how tired you actually were and had planned on joining everyone downstairs, but instead you crawled into bed, sighing in content the minute your head hit the pillow, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

The abrupt shaking of your shoulder startled you out of you sleep and you sat up fast rubbing your eyes and flinching when you noticed Robin sitting beside me. "Robin what the hell, you scared the shit out of me!" you breathe "Again!"

"I'm sorry!" She said raising her hands in defence. "I've been trying to wake you up for like ten minutes, I could only be soft about it for so long"

You grumbled. "What time is it?" You asked looking around, trying to get your eyes to wake up a bit more.

"Uh, like eight am?"

Your eyes widened. "Why are you waking me up this early?"

"Were going to lovers lake!" she exclaimed, hands clapping wildly.

"Isn't that relatively close? Why do we have to go at the crack of dawn" you scratch your head.

"Lovers lake is close yes, but reefer ricks cottage is about an hour and a half away, and the boys want to grab breakfast stuff first so we can cook when we get there!"

Groaning you slumped back against the pillows. The bed shaking aggressively as Robin bounced up and down on her knees. "Lovers lake! Lovers lake! lovers lake! C'mon lets go!" she shook your legs a few times before getting up and skipping out of the room.

"Who the hell is reefer Rick?" You said out loud to yourself. 

Turns out reefer Rick was the guy Eddie would get his drugs from when he was still dealing, and although reefer Rick didn't stay at the cottage anymore, he kind of gave it to Eddie. With the help of Steve, and a little bit of his parents money, they kept it in good condition. So after reluctantly getting dressed and packing up a small overnight bag you all hopped into Steves car, Robin in the front while you and Eddie sat in the back. Robin suddenly claiming to be someone who gets car sick so she has to sit in the front. You rolled your eyes when she said it knowing it was a plan so Eddie and you would be forced to sit together. You couldn't be mad about it though, it just gave you more time to admire him while his eyes were closed, head tilted slightly towards you. 

He really was beautiful. Everything about him looked so soft, despite the hard metal gear he usually wore, and right now, in the soft light of the morning sun, he just looked so delicate. Dressed in a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of black sweat pants, with one of his pant legs pulled up to just below his knee, exposing his leg, thick curly hair across his skin, just like the curls on his head. 

His eyes fluttered and opened, catching you staring at him and you blessed, looking down instantly.

"Like what you see?" He said quietly, his morning voice still low and raspy. 

"You're very pretty" You whispered back, twisting almost fully sideways, so the side of your head was leaning against your seat to look at him better. Tentatively you reached forward, and with your index finger began to trace the lines of his face. His eyes drifting close again as you hummed while making a path across his skin, attempting to memorize every part of it. The slope of his nose, the dip of his cupids bow, the small crease between his eyebrows, and at the corners of his eyes, where faint crows feet started to embed themselves into him. His smile clearly contagious to not only the people around him, but to his own face as well. 

The ride wasn't as treacherous as you thought it was going to be, and Eddie and you slept for most of it and when you pulled up to the cottage you were surprised to see how cute and homey it was.  Pale blue, with old wooden windowsills, creaky floorboards, and soft yellow lighting from the sun shining through. 

You didn't spend too long on breakfast, eggs, toast, and bacon and soon enough you all had had full bellies and were sprawled out on sun chairs, soaking up the warmth as the afternoon heat began to hit. The boys took off to the water first, wrestling each other trying to see who could get the other pushed off the dock first. Neither of them were successful, both tripping while holding onto one another and falling clumsily into the water.

You spent so much time switching from back to front in the sun, soaking up every minute of it, while day dreaming away until Robins foot tapped your chair, and you looked up at her, eyes squinting under my sunglasses. 

"You should go into the shade for a bit, you're going to get sunburnt" Arms crossed over her chest. 

"I'm fine Robs" you huff

"C'mon please, at least drink some water, I don't need you passing out on me again"

"One time!" You exclaimed while throwing your hands up. 

"One time what?" Steve said coming over to the two of you.

"I passed out ONE time from heat stroke, or heat exhaustion and she never lets me live it down" You sit up, crossing your legs under you.

"It's literally a side effect of your medication" she argued. 

"Possible side effect" You corrected, pointing your index finger at her, which she slapped away. 

She groaned "Just go drink some water will you?"

"Fine!" You said standing up, walking back towards the small hill and to the cottage. The minute the shade hit you, you could feel your heart beat in your face, and each of your limbs. "Oh no" You mumbled. Before your vision could go fully spotty firm hands were at your waist, helping you sit on the grass. "Alright, deep breathing, head between your knees" Steves voice echoed in your ears, but he sounded farther away and underwater even though you knew he was right next to you. 

"I told you!" Robin shouted. 

"Robs, let her have a minute at least, grab her some water will you? Maybe some ice as well" Steve said while his hand rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

"Woah what happened? Is she okay?" Eddies voice was a bit louder, but still slightly muffled in your ears.

"Heat stroke" Steve said.

"Heat exhaustion" you corrected with a grumble, voice voice quiet from where you spoke between your knees. 

Robin returned with two water bottles, one cold and one frozen. You drank half of it gratefully, while Robin held the frozen one to the back of your neck. "I'm never letting you leave the house ever again if the sun is out"

You snorted, giving her a small smile which she returned. 

"I'm serious you dick head" she said playfully shoving your shoulder. "Unless maybe you have like a big hat on, and an umbrella, and sunscreen, and are drinking water the whole time" 

"All that just to go outside huh?" you ask tilting your head sideways.

"If you're gunna continue to be stupid then yes, I will do that, or I will trap you in our apartment forever"

"You know I think I could get on board with that. Not having to go to work, and I could get a cat to keep me company!" You said a little too gleefully.

"You and your cats" she said shaking her head. "They're too unpredictable, you never know what their motive is"

"They're not all like that, some are really sweet" you protest.

"I'll believe it when I see it. A sweet cat? Tell that to the scar on my leg" She said pointing to the thin white scar across her calf. 

"That cat was feral Robin, there's a difference" You said laughing, feeling yourself get back to normal after almost passing out. You decided to stay out of the sun for most of the day after that, making sure to keep drinking water.

Only when the sun began to set and it was no longer high in the sky and blasting down on us, did you head back out into it. 

Sitting on the dock with your feet dangling off and in the water you sighed, taking in the pink sunset in front of you. The sky a mix of cotton candy colours. The rest of your friends, standing on the shoreline, admiring it from there. 

"We should skinny dip" You said turning to look at them over your shoulder.

"No way" both Eddie and Steve said at the same time, briefly glancing at each other. 

"Why not? It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before" You say rolling your eyes. 

"Why would I have ever seen Eddie naked before?" Steve asked.

"Cause you're best friends?" You said obviously. 

Steve just shrugged. 

"You're telling me you've never ever, in all of your years of friendship, never seen each other naked?" You were fully turned around now, pulling your legs up out of the water and back onto the warm dock. Robin stifled a laugh next to them, earning a glare from Steve.

"No! Have you and Robin seen each other naked?" Steve said loudly

"Yeah obviously" Robin said rolling her eyes.

"Why is that obvious?" Eddie said leaning forward past Steve to look at Robin. "Cause you live together?"

"I mean that is a fair point" she said tilting her head thoughtfully. "But no, we saw each other naked way before we lived together" she's trying to hold back her laughter and it only makes the situation more funny for the two of you.

"How?" Eddie asked, turning to you.

"Robin and I used to fuck" you state flatly.

"I'm sorry WHAT?" Steve said loudly, emphasizing the word 'what'

Robin and you burst into a fit of laughter, while Eddie and Steve shared a confused glance. 

"You dated? You never told me Robin?" Steve sounded offended

"We didn't date Steve! We just hooked up, it was before her and vickie got together, it was out of convenience" 

"She's hot, she thinks I'm hot, we were both single and needed some intimacy" Robbin said with a shake of her head. "You really didn't know? I swear I told you Steve"

"Um I think I would remember being told that two of my best friends were fucking"

Robin shrugs in defence.

You shake your head and laugh. "Anyways, I'm gunna skinny dip, because I'm fun" Turning back around and shifting to the end of the dock you lowered yourself into the water shuddering slightly as you got readjusted to the temperature. "Be careful please!" Robin yelled from further up the small hill, standing next to the metal fire pit that Steve was now tending to. 

"I'm always careful!" you huffed back. 

"You literally are suffering from heat exhaustion right now!" She argued.

"Sorry can't hear you!" you yelled giggling. While treading water you reached behind your back to untie the strings on the top of your swimsuit, sliding the knotted part over your head, then pulling at the bottoms until you had both pieces off. You swam a little closer to the dock again, just enough so you were able to throw the garments onto it before swimming back out a bit deeper. 

Floating on your back, attempting to be cautious enough to keep your chest under the water as best as you could. Aware that the whole point of skinny dipping is to be naked and not care if people saw you, but when you're the only one doing it, it makes you just a little self conscious. You leaned your head up just a little to see what the rest of them were doing. Robin and Steve looked like they were deep in conversation about something, Steve kept running his hand through his hair while Robins arms fumbled around her while she spoke it made you smile. 

Eddie stood at the end of the dock, the sun reflecting off his pale skin watching you contently, and you blushed, wondering if he could see all the bits of you, that you were trying to hide. 

Everything was so quiet out on the lake, like you had entered another dimension, but something about Hawkins just felt like a different dimension over all.  Something about the way the people moved around here made you long for a feeling you had never needed. A sense of home. Of family, something Robin and Steve had here, not just in a genetic sense but with all the kids even though they weren't really kids anymore. Everything here felt like your favourite pair of shoes, that are so worn but still gave you that comfort of familiarity; like holding onto your childhood stuffed animal and having it sooth those same fears and insecurities you once felt as a kid. 

You sighed, your chest heaving just a little bit over the water, until you were back up, treading water again. Looking over at Eddie, he was still watching you, his eyes fond. 

You sunk yourself a little lower in the water so it came up to just under your nose, still able to breathe without holding it in. 

"You gunna just stand there gawking at me the whole time pretty boy?" you teased, lifting your chin slightly above the water to speak without getting a mouthful of it. 

"Yeah I think I might" a slow smile spread across his face. 

You shook your head, laughing out of your nose and were about to make a quick comment back when you felt a string of seaweed stuck around your foot. "Ugh gross" you frowned, kicking your foot around in attempts to get it off, but somehow only made it worse. Swirling it around more seaweed, they all started to knot together, so you tried to lift your leg up to bring your ankle closer so you could unravel it with your hands but it was too tight causing the seaweed to knot together.

You could feel yourself losing stamina quite quickly, cursing yourself for not listening to Robin knowing damn well you should have just gotten changed and joined them by the fire, but of course stubborn as you are, you didn't. 

"Hey um, Eddie?" You called, water spilling into your mouth a little. You spit it back out quickly, trying to keep yourself up with your arms still treading water while your one leg struggled to move beneath you. "Eddie I think I'm stuck!" I said a little louder. 

"What do you mean stuck?" He said quickly, his tone panicked and something flashed in his eyes, you couldn't quite tell what it was but he almost looked scared. This caught Steves attention as he made quick strides down to the dock and stood next to Eddie, Robin following after him quickly all three of them sharing the same look. 

"Seaweed!" You coughed unwilling choking a little on lake water, trying to push the thoughts of how much bacteria you may have just ingested. "I-I can't keep myself u-up!" Your arms burned, and slowed while you kept them swaying back and forth as best as you could, pushing through the pain. 

You heard the splash before you noticed Eddie swimming quickly over to you, reaching his hand our towards you. You grabbed onto it tightly and pulled yourself into him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and burrowing your face into his shoulder in a panic. 

"Hey, hey you're okay" He said soothingly, one hand tight around you, while the other kept him afloat. "I gotta let of you for a second okay? So I can cut the seaweed off you, which foot is it stuck on?"

"M-My right foot" You stuttered, looking down at the black water. The sun had almost completely set and the once calming presence of the sun against the blue lake, was replaced with what seemed to be a bottomless pit below you. 

"Alright, don't worry, I got you okay? You're okay" He reassured you as he ducked below the water cutting the few strands that were trapping you to the lake. You felt the tug on your foot loosen and the minute Eddie surfaced you brought yourself back to him hugging him just as tightly as before, now wrapping your legs around his waist. Your breathing was quick, and you could feel yourself shaking, you knew you were safe and okay, but that moment of being stuck, and helpless made you feel sick to your stomach. Eddie swam as best as he could while you clung to him, only stopping when his feet hit the sand and he could hold you properly. His arms coming up around your back, his palms warm and flat against you. "You know" Eddie said breaking the silence, leaning back slightly so you would look up at him. He tucked a few bits of wet hair behind your ear, his thumb coming to swipe away a few leftover tears. "This isn't how I imagined you being naked on me for the first time"

You raised your eyebrow at him, and then realized you were in fact still very much naked. In the midst of your panic, you forgot you had taken you swimsuit off, and was now clutching to him, with your literal crotch pressed against his stomach. 

"Oh my god!" You yell trying to push yourself away from him.

"Hey woah, you literally don't have the energy to swim right now. I promise I haven't looked, and I promise I won't, just let me get you back to the shore yeah?" 

"Eddie my vagina is literally touching you right now!"

"Yeah I'm trying not to think about that sweet thing" He said laughing while walking few more feet into shallower water. 

"I told you to be careful!" Robin yelled, her arms open with a waiting towel for you. Once your feet were firm on the sandy floor Eddie let go of you, taking a few steps back, covering his eyes and turning around. Steve copying Eddie, eyes avoiding the direction of your naked frame as you inched out of the water, gross green seaweed trailing behind you from still being wrapped around your ankle. You frowned looking at it. "Why do they call it seaweed, if it's in a lake?" you asked as Robin wrapped the large towel around you, rubbing her hands roughly up and down your arms to get some warmth back into you. "I don't know but let's get you into some warm clothes and into bed okay?" Her tone made it sound like a question, but her eyes gave more of a plea, hoping for you to agree, and cooperate. 

you bit at your bottom lip and nodded, following her into the cabin.

You didn't really realize how much heat exhaustion could actually affect you until Robin had to basically dress you, and put you to bed. Your head hurt, your stomach hurt, even your skin hurt, thanks to the added sunburn to all of this and you groaned as rolling onto your side, clutching one of the pillows to your chest. 

"I'm gunna grab you some meds to help okay?" Robin said as she left the room. Quickly coming back, with two Tylenol pills, and a round pink pill. 

"What's this one?" You said holding up the pink one. 

"Anti nausea, figured you could use that one as well" she smiled. "It'll make you sleepy also, so don't be concerned about that, you won't be slipping into a coma or something"

"Well that thought hadn't crossed my mind until you said that, but thank you" You say with a laugh. Taking the pills and gratefully chugging half the glass of ice water you snuggled back down into your pillow. 

Robin leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. "Try to get some rest okay? I'll be in later"

"Hey Robs?" You said quickly before she could leave. 

"Yeah?"

"How come all of you looked so terrified back there?"

Robin went stiff, her expression unreadable as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. "Uh, couple years back, Steve had an incident on the lake, was scary for all of us. I can't speak for Steve obviously, or Eddie, but I'm guessing those same feelings sort of came up because I know they did for me" She picked at the skin on her thumb.

"I'm sorry for scaring you... I should have listened I'm sorry, thank you for taking care of me" Emotion bubbled up in your chest and it took everything in you to hold back tears that threatened to fall. 

"You didn't do it on purpose, you don't need to be sorry; and you know I'll always take care of you, just like you take care of me" she said matter of fact.

you give her a soft smile which she returned before heading back outside. 

A few minutes into the quietness of the cabin the creaky backdoor opened again. Opening your eyes expecting to see Robin but was shocked to see Eddie standing in the doorway. 

"How ya feeling?" he asked leaning against the doorframe. 

You cringed. "I feel like ass if I'm being honest, I really should have listened to Robin"

"Yeah, that's something I've said to myself way more times than I'd like to admit" he laughed and scratched the back of his head. 

"You can come sit if you want" you said tucking your feet up to give him space at the end your bed. Slowly and almost shyly he came to sit, his hand resting on your foot, squeezing it lightly. 

"I gotta be honest with you" 

You furrowed your brows. "Uh oh, should I be worried?"

He laughed. "No no, I uh, I just gotta admit, that I did see your boobs" His cheeks flushed, and you felt your body heat up in embarrassment. 

"You said you wouldn't look!" you yelled, giving him a light shove with your foot.

"And I didn't!" he said putting his hands up in defence. "I just happened to see them before I said that, and I didn't realize until about two minutes ago so here I am telling you"

You rolled over onto your back, wincing a little at the sting of your sunburn. "Well at least I can appreciate the honesty" you said with a shake of your head. Your eyes started to feel heavy, the medication clearly starting to take effect and you hummed softly as you stretched your arms above my head, my shoulder clicking in the process. Your teddy bear you had snuck into bed falling off the bed.

"Oh no you lost your buddy there" Eddie said reaching down to pick up your bear, tucking it next to you. 

"S'name Benny" you said while wrapping your arms around the bear, one hand reaching out towards Eddie. He slid his hand into yours, holding it and giving it a light squeeze. "Get some rest" "Okay" I said as my eyes closed. "G'night teddy"

"Teddy? Did you just say goodnight to your bear?"

"No" you grumbled. "His name's Benny, you're teddy; Teddy Eddie" you smiled to yourself.

"You sure are one of a kind" He got up, pulling the blanket up just a little further up your body, and kissed you on the forehead. "Goodnight sweet thing"

[sky-neverending]

The Coming Out Cakes: Chapter One (Robin)

Every time one of Steve's friends came out to him, he baked them a cake. It started off as a joke, really. He was sitting on his couch with Robin, watching some shitty romcom that he enjoyed more than he cared to admit, when she turned to him with a pout on her lips.

"You know what I think?" she said, staring at him. He blinked.

“If this is about going down to the old shack in the woods, I already told you I've had enough creepy experiences in my lifetime."

Groaning, Robin pulled her legs up under her and turned fully toward him. "No. That's not what this is about.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. She had her thinking face on, eyes scrunched and lips pressed together. He reached for the remote on the table and turned the tv off, giving her his full attention. “What is it?”

“I think,” Robin began slowly, “that people should start baking cakes for more things.”

Silence rang throughout the room for a moment as Steve processed her words. “What?” he said finally, unsure of how to answer her statement.

“You know, a cake! The thing you make with the frosting and… and whatever else goes into a cake?”

“I know what a cake is, Robin.” Steve sighed. “But why?”

Robin tilted her head. “Why is cake a thing? I don’t know, Steve, I'm not a baker.”

“That’s not what I meant,” said Steve with a groan. “I mean, why should people bake more cakes?”

“Oh.” Robin shrugged. “They just should. More people should celebrate little things.” She picked at her nails idly as she talked. “Like. If someone made me a cake for, I don’t know, brushing my teeth. Or coming out or something. That would be cool.”

“I really don’t think brushing your teeth and coming out are on the same level of needing celebration, Robin.” Steve tilted his head, glancing toward the kitchen. “Do you want me to make you a coming out cake?”

Robin smiled. “I came out to you two years ago,” she said, but the grin on her face only grew with each word. “But… I wouldn’t be opposed to a cake.”

“Then I’ll make you a cake.” Steve said as he stood. “To make up for the fact that you came out to me on the mall's bathroom after being drugged by Russians. How does that sound?”

Laughing, Robin stood with him. “It sounds insane when you put it like that.”

The two of them walked to the kitchen, Steve sifting through his pantry for something to make a cake out of. He quickly found a boxed mix, one that had undoubtedly been sitting there for longer than he cared to imagine. He pulled it out, inspecting the flavor.

“It’s confetti cake,” he said, looking up at Robin. “Is that okay?”

Robin stared at him. “I wasn’t serious, Steve. You don’t have to bake me a cake.”

He stared back, red spreading across his cheeks. “I want to,” he said, clutching at the box. “Partly because I've already pulled out the box, and partly because,” pausing, he smiled fondly at her from where she sat on the counter. “Because you’re my best friend and you deserve a cake. We need something positive to associate with that day.”

She smiled back, big and bright and excited. “Is it also partly because you want cake?” she asked.

Steve dipped his head. “Yeah. That too.”

It took a little under an hour to get the cake completely made. Steve mixed the batter and Robin sang along to a record she had put on, dancing across the kitchen tiles and almost running Steve over once or twice. While the cake baked and cooled, the two of them made their way to the floor, resting their backs against the cabinets. Robin talked, and Steve listened with the occasional nod of his head and hum of agreement. It felt familiar, comfortable. A moment Steve could get lost in.

After the timer Steve had set to wait for the cake to cool rang, he reluctantly pulled himself from the floor and grabbed a tub of frosting. He coated the top of the cake in white, and then smirked to himself as he grabbed a thing of sprinkles and some black icing.

“What are you doing?” asked Robin, leaning over his shoulder. He pushed her away, shielding his work with his arm.

“It’s a surprise,” he said, forcing her to the other side of the room so he could work in peace. He spread out the assortment of colored sprinkles and began piping the thin black icing on top of the white. “Alright, I’m done,” he said finally, stepping back and letting Robin look at the finished product.

Red spread across her cheeks. “Really, Steve?”

“What? Don’t you like it?” His smirk grew as she rolled her eyes.

“You wrote ‘boobies’ on my cake.” She tried to frown, but behind it was a hidden grin of amusement.

Steve nodded. “It’s a coming out cake. I thought it was fitting.”

Robin groaned, pressing her head into his shoulder. “I hate you.”

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I love you too.”

[littencloud9]

Kunichuuzai + "Stop treating me like an accessory!"

anon i hope you know (and i mean this very lightheartedly) that i stared at this for a full 5 mins trying to figure out how i can fluff my way out of this one. but alas. you win. have some knchz angst </3

"Stop treating me like an accessory!" Dazai snaps. Kunikida stills, his hand frozen from where he was tucking a tuft of hair behind Dazai's ear. His heart drops at the sudden aggressive outburst. Dazai has been quiet since they started getting ready for the party together, and this is the first thing he's said in an hour. Chuuya steps in between them, forcing Kunikida to take a step back. "Don't say that, idiot. Put this damn tie on." "Chuuya—" Kunikida begins, but he's silenced by a look. Not exactly a mean one, just one that says I've got this. They force Dazai to sit on the bed, pulling the tie around his neck and beginning to tie it together. They don't say anything as they work, other than to hum to the song playing from their phone. Kunikida watches, helplessness clawing at his heart, but he obeys Chuuya's instruction and stays out of it for now. "There," Chuuya says once they're done. Dazai looks up at them with a faraway look in his eyes, and there's a familiar darkness in that empty gaze. "Stop thinking so hard. Whatever it is, it's not true." "...You prefer me like this," Dazai mumbles. It's uncertain who he's talking to. "Don't you?" Hesitantly, Kunikida joins him on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Chuuya stands in front of them with their arms crossed, a frown on their face. "What do you mean?" Dazai scoffs. He gestures to his hair, then to his clothes, then finally to his tie. "Presentable." Silence ensues. Kunikida and Chuuya share a glance. "You both know this isn't who I am," Dazai continues, his voice bitter. "And you can't change that. No matter how hard you doll me up, I'm always going to be—" "Oh, shut up with that bullshit," Chuuya interrupts. They sigh, tilting Dazai's chin up with a finger, forcing them to make eye-contact. "You're not our accessory. I've got more expensive taste than that." "That's horrible," Kunikida grumbles, wincing. He places a hand on Dazai's knee. Dazai flinches at the first touch, but he relaxes almost immediately after. "I... It's weird. I look so nice on the outside, but the inside..." Dazai trails off, tearing his gaze away from Chuuya. "I feel like a fraud." Kunikida takes a deep breath. "Dazai, I— we chose you for who you are." "It's ugly." "We all are," Kunikida says. It comes out a bit blunt, and it's Chuuya's turn to give him a wince. "But love can't exist without the ugly. And, for the record, I think you're beautiful. Inside and out." Dazai's lips press together. Kunikida drops him a kiss on his forehead, pushing his bangs aside. "You don't have to agree. I know it's hard." Chuuya finally joins them on the bed, sitting on Dazai's other side. They don't say anything, but they lean into him slightly, providing a comforting weight. "Okay," Dazai whispers. It's not acceptance, but it's not rejection either. And that's good enough for them all.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Netflix And Chill

A/N: This is part 1 of fwb Matty. Dipping my toes a bit more into dom!Matty to see if we like it. Let me know what you think / what future installments should include! Happy reading!

Warnings: smut, smoking, drinking.

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Matty opened the door, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. "Oh, hey." He gave her a nod, smoke blowing off his mouth as he spoke. "Come in." He turned around leading the way inside.

"Umm...a little help here?" she stumbled into the entryway hauling several heavy bags in with her.

"Oh, right...what's all this anyway?" Matty grabbed the pizza box from her and helped her take off her coat.

"I brought food! oh, and snacks... and weed." she explained. " The rest is just work stuff." She kicked off her shoes and followed him into the kitchen.

"I see, so you've come here to get laid." He looked back at her, smiling mischievously. "I appreciate a woman who comes baring gifts."

"Oh, shut up." she rolled her eyes. "I was just filming on location not too far away from here. Thought you might wanna hang out? Any plans tonight?"

She finally looked at him head to toe and realized that maybe her question was pointless. He was in his joggers and tee, his hair looking like it hadn't been brushed since he got out of bed this morning. He certainly didn't look like he had any plans.

"Nah. Just watching some Netflix." He nodded in the direction of his living room, where the tv could be heard mumbling faintly.

"real Netflix or, like, Matty Netflix?"

He giggled loudly as he reached for a bottle of wine and a bottle opener.

"Well, I have my answer I guess."

"Bro! I promise it's interesting! Docu-series on 70s industrialism."

"Knowing you, you've even gone wild and pulled out a notepad and some pens. Takin' notes, too." she teased.

"I've done no such thing...take note on my phone now."

She waited for him to turn his back towards her, as he reached for two glasses from the cupboard, and then snuck behind him to swat at his bum.

"Oi!" he jumped, startled.

She did her signature evil giggle, waiting for him to let his guard down again only to repeat her action.

"Woman!" he yelled out. "You're playin' a dangerous game. I've got glass here!"

"Oh, relax, Matty. You've got a cute butt. Nothing to be embarrassed about." she laughed.

"Jesus, at least wait until we get through dinner, first..." Matty shot her a silly look as he rounded the corner to open the pizza box.

"I- was simply making an aesthetic observation about your ass. you're the one who sexualized it."

"Are you sayin' you didn't come here for sex tonight?"

"I- mean....as long as you're offering..."

He shook his head, "horny!"

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that. But only because it's a bit true..."

***

The pizza now demolished, along with the wine bottle and half the candy that she'd brought, she looked away from the tv, turning towards Matty. She wanted him to initiate but he looked far too engrossed in the documentary, his brows furrowed, his gaze glued to the screen. She had to get his attention somehow.

she leaned on him, her elbow nudging his side. She couldn't hold back the laugh when he gasped, the gesture taking him by surprise.

"Oh, really?" he shot back, nudging her in return.

soon, their not-so-subtle game turned into a full wrestling match. She jumped on top of him, sitting and crossing her legs on top of his torso to keep him pinned down. Matty's hands attempted to reach for her, but she blocked him, and yelled out "Ha! I win!" slapping his face lightly. "I'm stronger than you! I knew it!"

"pfft. Baby, I let you win."

"Nobody like a sore loser, Matty." she batted her eyes at him. "It's okay. just admit that you're weak. No judgement. this is a safe space."

Matty laughed. "I'll show you who's weak."

He reached his arms behind her to keep her from falling off of him as he stood up and carried her out of the living room, rushing up the stairs into the bedroom. "You want strength? let's go." he whispered.

***

"Now, what should I do with you?"

Matty towered over her as she laid on the bed, on her back, in just her underwear. The shift in mood was palpable. The loose and relax Matty from moments ago was gone. His eyes darkened with lust and secret intentions. The bluntness of his look made her breathless, a slight shiver running down her spine.

He stepped away momentarily, returning with a tie in hand, and reaching for her wrists. "test it for me. Too tight?"

The thing about Matty is that he always made sure she was safe and comfortable. Even as he planned to destroy her body.

"N-no. All good here."

"You know your safe words. Use them if you need to, yeah?"

She nodded, swallowing harshly.

She felt the dent in the bed as he jumped on, leaning into her for a kiss. There it was. the feeling that she'd waited for all day. His soft lips on hers, the tickle of his hair against her skin, his hands grabbing her waist, squeezing harshly. she felt her will weaken already, letting him take the reins. It was embarrassing, this effect he had on her. but she couldn't care less.

She whined when he pulled away, moving to reach for his face, only to be reminded that hands were tied above her head. Matty watched her arms struggle against the restraints and clicked his tongue. "Don't be greedy, now."

She gave him a pout and her best begging eyes, but Matty only laughed and shook his head. "That doesn't work on me. You're gonna have to try harder."

"I hate you." she mumbled, unthinkingly. But Matty made sure she knew who she was talking to. He wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing just enough to cause her some discomfort. He grinned, his face inches away from hers. "Wanna say that again, Darlin'?"

Her eyes widened, her breath getting caught in her throat, literally. She shook her head.

"That's right." Satisfied with the attitude shift, Matty let go of her neck. "let me give you a real reason to hate me." He dipped his head low, leaving a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down her body, all the way to the waistband of her underwear.

When he didn't take them off right away, she thrusted her hips up into the air, whining.

"What?" Matty pretended to be clueless.

"Please?"

"Please what?" He couldn't help but smile at her desperation, a dimple appearing on his cheek.

"Touch me? Please?"

he ran a finger along her underwear, over the fabric, the motion making her jolt.

"yes- more please?"

"well, since you're being so polite..." Matty rubbed small circles over her clothed crotch, making her hips move in tandem.

"mhm, yeah, please don't stop! That- ah- that's good..."

Matty kept up his motions, watching her carefully, almost caught up in how hot she looked, shamefully chasing the feeling of pleasure in her body. Just when her hips started losing rhythm as she built up to a release, he took his hand away, leaving her hanging.

"FUCK! NO! What did you- whyyy." she cried out, frustrated rage and a slight bit of embarassment bubbling in her chest. "Please! Matty, please- I- I was so close! I need-"

her pleas were interrupted by Matty's fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling her underwear down her legs, taking it off.

He ducked his head down, settling between her legs. "be good and cum on my tongue."

She had hardly any time to object, her self-conscious worries squashed away by the feeling of his tongue against her hot skin making her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Oh shit, you're g-goooddd at- this" she blurted out, feeling his hot breath as he giggled in response. He couldn't help the slight turn on, his own hips pushing against the mattress before he re-focused.

"Oh, Matty, I- Uh- I'm gonna cum."

He squeezed her hip for encouragement, his mouth staying right where it is. All she needed to do was let go, her legs shaking and squeezing around his head as he held her through it.

When he came up for breath, Matty's lips and chin glistened. He smiled at her, a satisfied look in his eyes.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. "mmm. You taste good."

"it's okay, we're not dating; you don't have to say stuff like that to me."

He chuckled. "and people say I'm brutal." He moved to sit by her side and began to untie her wrists. "seriously, though, you do taste good." Once her hands were freed, he placed a quick kiss to her cheek, leaving her a speechless, blushing mess. "You feeling alright?"

"Uh-i'm feeling...empty." she sat up, moving her stiff wrists and crawling towards him. "Can I take those off?" she place a hand on his boxers, and his smiled, signaled to her that he was okay. she undressed him quickly, throwing his clothes in a pile by the bed. Matty reached into his night stand for a condom, and when she saw him pull out the lube, she mumbled shyly "do-don't think that's necessary."

Matty always found it funny that she could still be embarrassed in front of him, even when he'd literally had his face buried in her millions of times before.

Once he was ready, she hopped on top of him, slowly sinking down on him, and swallowing a moan as she went all the way. "F-fuck, that's it. Good girl." Matty's head rested against the headboard. His eyes shut and he moaned as she moved her hips back and forth just the way she knows he likes.

"S-so good to me, you are." He whispered leaning forwards and kissing her neck.

She felt his every breath on her skin, which only egged her own. Moments later, Matty's hips were thrusting upwards to meet hers. She felt him cum, chanting her name over and over into her ear and neck.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into her as their bodies melted against each other.

"Best sex of my life." he chuckled, still slightly out of breath.

"right back at ya'." she giggled, rolling off of him and getting comfortably propped on his pillows.

He kissed her temple, pulling her in for a cuddle.

"So," Matty spoke once they'd both had a chance to breathe. "think there are two episodes left in the docuseries. and some leftover weed in the baggie you brought." He raised an eyebrow, glancing at her expectantly.

"No. I just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, I pick what we watch."

"Ugh, fine."

[rootedinrevisions]

Chasing Us: Part 5

SUMMARY: Hannah has a nightmare in the middle of the night and Tyler is there to help her work through it.

WARNINGS: NONE

WORD COUNT: 1k

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4

TAG LIST: @omgbrianab I @shanimallina87

Tyler stirred from his sleep, his senses slowly coming alive in the dim light of the room. He noticed Hannah's restless movements on the bed across the room-tossing, turning, and mumbling incoherently. A furrow formed on his brow as he heard the faint, distressed sounds escaping her lips. Something was wrong.

He sat up, watching her for a moment. Her breathing was rapid, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the moonlight coming in from the window. It didn't take him long to realize she was in the throes of a nightmare, one that wasn't going away on its own.

Without hesitation, Tyler threw the blanket off him and made his way over to the bed. He leaned over and gently shook her shoulder.

"Hannah," he whispered softly at first, but when she didn't respond, he tried again, his voice a little firmer. "Hannah, wake up."

Her eyes flew open, and for a split second, she seemed disoriented, caught between the dream world and reality. Her chest heaved with uneven breaths as her wide eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of where she was.

"Hey, it's okay," Tyler said softly, kneeling beside her on the bed. He reached for her hands, his touch gentle but steady, grounding her in the present. "It's just a dream. You're safe."

Hannah's breathing was still ragged, but her body trembling slightly slowed. Tyler stayed close, his hands never leaving hers, as he slowly coaxed her out of the nightmare's grip. "Focus on me," he urged quietly. "You're here, in this room, with me. Nothing's going to hurt you."

After a few moments, her breathing began to slow, the panic in her eyes gradually fading. She blinked, her gaze finally settling on Tyler's concerned face. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized the nightmare was over, but the memory of it still clung to her, heavy and suffocating.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to pull herself together. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't be sorry," Tyler replied, his voice firm yet gentle. "You don't have to go through this alone."

He gently pulled her up, and as she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles on her back, trying to ease the lingering tension in her body. Hannah leaned into him, taking comfort in the solid warmth of his embrace.

After a moment, she stepped back, her eyes dropping to the floor as she tried to compose herself. Tyler's gaze remained on her, full of concern and care. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

Hannah hesitated, the memories of the dream still vivid and painful. But she could see the genuine care in his eyes, and something in her wanted to share the burden she'd been carrying alone for so long. She nodded slowly.

Tyler walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers, lying down and motioning for her to join him. Hannah hesitated for a split second before crawling in next to him, the mattress dipping slightly under their combined weight.

They lay side by side, the darkness of the room cocooning them in a quiet intimacy. Tyler turned his head to look at her, waiting patiently for her to start.

"It's a dream I've had too many times," Hannah began her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always the same...the tornado that almost made me stop chasing for good."

She took a deep breath, and as she started to recount the events, Tyler listened intently, his attention focused entirely on her. She described the storm that had started out as nothing more than a routine chase, something she had done a hundred times before. But it was quickly turned into something far more dangerous than anyone had anticipated.

"I was on top of a hill, about a mile away, watching as it grew into an EF5," she said, her voice trembling slightly as the memories surfaced. "I was supposed to be tracking an EF1 or maybe an EF2. No one expected it to grow so fast. All I could do was watch as it tore through everything in its path...my parents' farmhouse, the barn, the fields...everything was just...gone."

As she reached the part about the tornado hitting the family's farm, Tyler's heart clenched. He moved his arm and motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated for a moment before scooting over and laying her head on his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his chest. Tyler wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, offering silent comfort as she continued.

"We lost almost everything," she whispered. "All the animals...the land. The only things that survived were my family and our dog. It was...it was devastating. I almost gave it all up after that."

Tyler gently rubbed her back, his hand moving in soothing strokes. He leaned his cheek against the top of her head, his heart aching for the pain she had gone through. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been," he said quietly. "But I'm glad you didn't give up."

Hannah was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. There was something in his voice, a sincerity that made her feel understood, and supported in a way she hadn't expected. "I'm glad too," she finally said, her voice soft but steady.

They lay there in the silence that followed, the weight of the past lingering between them, but there was also a new sense of connection - a bond that was slowly deepening, blurring the lines of their pretend relationship.

As the minutes ticked by, the exhaustion of the day finally began to catch up with them. Tyler's hand continued to trace gentle patterns on her back as her breathing gradually slowed, her eyelids growing heavy. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, a small, tender gesture that felt like a promise of protection and care.

Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms, the boundaries between them slowly beginning to dissolve.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Okay! I finally slept and got a plot >:3 My poly ass is very lonely right now, how about MC is dating both Shaun and Jack? Maybe even Ian if you wanna go that far. It can be whatever, angst, fluff, smutty. I don't care. I'm lonely T-T

Hi! Sorry this got to you so late! I'm slowly getting through all my requests right now! Been very busy lately. Such a cute idea, I've thought about it before! It's gonna be rather fluff, soft, and vanilla because I'm in a rather good mood todayyyy! Spicy, but not overboard~ Just a dip in the water! With that said, let's write it! Contents Inside: Shaun x Reader x Jack, Slightly suggestive themes/Vanilla, Flirting/Pet Names, Mentions of Ritual/Spells/"Witchcraft", Over all a very wholesome post!

Those under 18, DNI. Though this is a relatively SFW post, the game it is based off of is a NSFW 18+ game/community only. It jeopardizes not only your safety, it jeopardizes mine, those involved, and the creator(s) own 'morals'. For 18- friendly/SFW posts/art, check out my art page: @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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At first, you kept Jack to yourself.

You didn't tell anyone that you even knew a Jack, let alone that you had a new boyfriend.

After-all there would be a lot of questions from your friends, and even more phone calls from your ex Ian.

You didn't really have the energy to explain that you can see a blue haired sweet clown man, but no one else could.

And also the fact that you have had sex with him on multiple occasions.

That was until Shaun moved in for the time being.

You were hanging out in the kitchen making some lunch.

Shaun was always one for ghosts, and horror, and some witchcraft, so he should totally understand where you're coming from.

"You're seeing a what now?"

"A-And you're dating it?"

"He's not an it, Shaun!"

"So...Lemme get this straight. He CAME OUT OF your T.V, and slowly but surely, you guys start to date. And he's a clown??"

"Pretty much!"

He wasn't trying to downplay what your thoughts, beliefs and sights were, but it was just a bit confusing.

If not a lot.

You gestured Jack to come over, which just looked rather odd from Shaun's perspective.

You told Jack to carry you, and the sweet clown man put you on-top of his shoulders.

"What the actual fuck?"

Now, since Shaun can't actually see Jack, and their Sunshine doesn't know how to fix that, the two of you would get down and dirty in the realm of spells.

Random rituals Shaun wrote down in this special book of his, or anything the two of you could come up with.

You spent time with Shaun more often, and that was something Jack didn't quite like.

Now, in Nick's situation (supposedly), Jack made his way to torment Nick for being a little bit too friendly. In the end, he tortured Nick so much by his pres

We can only assume that Jack can manipulate who he wants to be seen by.

Specifically those who are trying to take his Sunshine away.

And right now, Shaun is one of them.

With the amount of time you’ve been spending with him is not something he likes.

“This is the man you’ve been swooning over?! I thought we discussed this, no more clowns!”

“First Ian, now a literal clown!”

Starting off, Shaun and him didn’t exactly get along.

Whenever Shaun would start conversation, Jack just walked away or ignored him.

But eventually it has to get tiring.

The more time you spend with Shaun, you found yourself to be so much more fond with him.

Jack could say the same thing.

Shaun was a..new comfort to Jack.

He enjoyed that he could make terrible puns with Shaun to “torment” you with.

He didn’t try taking away his Sunshine in the end after all (ish), he just tried making you visible.

Eventually, I don’t know how, you all decided collectively to get together.

Now, since you’ve officially have two new boyfriends, there’s a lot of changes.

Jack would have to wake the both of you up in the mornings now..

“Mmph.. a few more minutes..”

“Wh-What they said..-“

“Rise and shine already! Breakfast is almost ready!!!”

You had twice the protection!

Jack had someone else to also give all of his love too.

Of course you had your occasional fight, but what healthy relationship doesn’t?

You guys were all happy in the end.

Whenever you were sad Jack would be comforting you on your left side, and Shaun would be there with all your favorite snacks, the two telling you how much they love you, and that it’s going to be okay.

You’d listen in on their conversation from the kitchen. Shaun telling Jack all about movie and film production, and Jack telling him about his time as an actor.

It was surprising how much they had in common.

Both somehow into acting/the acting process..

They both wanted to kill Ian..

They both loved you!

What more is there to ask?

[whoslaurapalmer]

top 5 movies & top 5 soups!

okay i finally got tumblr to accept and post my response to this. we live in a functioning website for sure

oh top 5 movies...............what a tough call........trying to figure out if i should do top 5 as in, BEST MOVIES, or top 5 as in, favorite movies, wait i'm sure everyone here probably knows my favorite movies at this point so i will do, TOP 5 BEST

wait. i'm gonna do top 5 soups first bc i will talk less about soups bc we know i always have to Talk

-chicken and gnocchi soup. it is so creamy, which i think is ideal in a soup, not too thin, just like, the right amount of thickness, and has things to chew in it, which i think is ALSO ideal in soup. nice chicken, nice chewy potato pasta, altogether very warming (which should be Peak in soup ranking) and SUPER tasty.

-tomato soup WITH GRILLED CHEESE now the grilled cheese addition is important. also a nice thick tomato soup so probably some kind with cream in it. i think i've yet to find a good good tomato soup. anyway bc it doesn't have anything chewy in it, it needs something to be Dipped In It, which is where the grilled cheese is necessary.

-minestrone. now minestrone is kinda thin, in terms of the broth, but i love the STUFF in it. the beans! the veggies! sometimes, if you get lucky, you get like, a whole chunk of parmesan in it, too. i should make some minestrone when fall comes around again. i think i'd like to. and splurge on a big block of parmesan............oh you know pasta fagioli/pasta fazool is pretty similar to minestrone, also good but has more Things in it, that is also a worthwhile soup contender...........

-i should not be ranking vegetable ramen as #4 on this list bc, vegetable ramen my absolute beloved, but god there's just so many good soups, and i just can't forget to talk, once again, about how much i love vegetable ramen. the place i get it from makes it with a shio broth, and the veggies are so crisp and fresh (the chewing!!!!), and the noodles!!!!!!! it is my go-to Oh I'm Experiencing Sinus Horrors meal. oh god i love it so much

-wonton soup. can't go wrong with it. absolutely perfect soup. enough to chew, tasty broth to sip. mmmm.

okay. top 5 best movies. maybe not THE top 5 but certainly a top 5 because wow, movies.

-the godfather, part 1+2. now this is also a pair of favorite movies, but they are also, to me, really truly incredible movies, and michael's character arc throughout the two movies but ESPECIALLY contrasted with his father in part 2, is such a well-crafted tragic downfall. is it possible, really, to ever pinpoint the moment when michael could've turned back, or was this always his fate? i'm still not sure. the idea of 'the family' vs 'The Family' also gets me. also, so just part 1 alone is a great movie but part 2 is REALLY what makes the whole story spectacular. don't talk to me about part 3 i've never seen part 3 and i intend to keep it that way for as long as possible

-eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. i first watched it in high school in the film class i took and i have been obsessed with it ever since. relationships and people are complicated and hard but you keep growing, and you can keep growing, like you have to make the conscious choice to do it for yourself first. there is nothing you can truly, truly forget. and i mean it's more complicated than that sentence, but it's also true. also the characters feel very real and dimensional, and the scenery is so nice. like, the movie really, successfully lives in its world, in this just left of true reality science fiction-y story. and there are some really gorgeous shots of this world.

-sweet smell of success. you know!!!!!! the sleaziest movie. it's, like, god the kind of movie you can't wash off your hands sometimes. everyone in this movie is drowning and some of them are finding real thrill in the experience. i love the characters and their interactions, i love the motivations, the inevitability of susie having to manipulate her way out of her life bc it's the only thing she's ever watched the people around her do (it's even MORE horrifying in the short story). the soundtrack is INCREDIBLE. the shots are CRISP. it is real and reprehensible. and at the same time it's so unbelievable. he is just one (1) CRITIC. the world should not be in his hands but it IS. the world should not be in the hands of many specific people and yet it is

-citizen kane. look!!!!! the godfather and citizen kane are really, genuinely great movies!!!!!! i always feel like i gotta defend some movies. but it's bc they're like, The Downfall Of One Specific Man, and like, the movie IS ABOUT the downfall. these movies are not, by any means, glorifying these men?? these movies are hard tragedies, and i can also say 'where could he have turned back? or was it inevitable?' about citizen kane, too, which is why i love it. i really do love stories about the question of fate and destiny and inevitability and, building that narrative and story, the character himself also participating in it...........anyway. citizen kane knows what it wants to do and it does it. i love the reporters as the framing device. i love the loneliness of the staging, the emptiness against the collecting of Things. it really is a perfectly crafted movie. rosebud is, at this point in the world, obvious, but i don't think knowing about rosebud makes the movie any less impactful. i think if you go in willing to interact with this story, instead of thinking you've been robbed of the ending or you become dismissive of it for knowing the piece it's turning on, if you go in to experience its story then it keeps its power.

-i should like, put in a comedy here, and this isn't to say comedies cannot be top movies but sometimes god i just love movies i get to chew on (.............same with soups........................). so it's anatomy of a murder. danhan's right, the soundtrack is also incredible, and i think the story is too. it's an excellent courtroom drama, it's very long but by no means FEELS long or overstays its welcome, every movie should have eve arden and her gorgeous beautiful snarky voice and self, james stewart's character pushing so hard to get the court to acknowledge that the whole reason they're there is because a woman was raped, laura manion standing in a tradition of fictional film lauras.........i am still not entirely sure what i think happened, actually. i have a bunch of different theories, sometimes, of, did x really happen, did y happen instead, and i think the movie leans into that, too, in parts.

[ghoulysaphomet]

Meet the artist... Finally finished this lol.

Text:

First picture;

Meet the artist Saphomet.

"Holo there! I'm Saphomet, most call me Ghost. I'm mainly a writer/fanartist who enjoys creating dark, gothic or humoristic work. I've been sharing my writing since 2013, same-ish with my art."

Fun facts:

My favourite season is winter, I hate summer.

I don't really watch movies, I prefer books.

I love saving small trinkets in a chest I keep on a shelf, one of my fave things is a bday card I got on my 21st bday from my grandma that reads; "I don't know what's wrong with you. Love grandma".

I collect bones and teeth. I keep the teeth in a jar on a shelf.

Questions:

Fave TV show?

Depends. Live action? Probably spn or hannibal. My fave anime is Shiki, and has been since 2013.

Fave Game?

LOZ breath of the wild and Pokemon legends arceus.

What kind of music do you like?

Yes. (lol jk)

My music taste is very broad. I really enjoy choir music and listen to OSTs a lot. I don't know if there's one specific genre I listen to more than others.

Other hobbies?

I like to read (Like, actual books) a lot. Most, okay all, of my books are non-fiction or text books. I'd like to read more fiction books, preferably horror books. I read carrie once and I really enjoyed that. My fave fiction book is se7en (yes, like the movie).

I also watch gaming videos a lot, mostly horror games. I occasionally play games myself too.

Second picture:

As a writer....

Background:

I started out on deviantart in 2012, moved to ffnet in 2013 and then to ao3 in 2014. I do have an ffnet acc still, but I don't use it.

Has your works changed since you started?

In some ways yes. Of course they have, it's been more than a decade.

In other ways? No. Many of my first works were.. Dark. Similar to what I write today honestly, just a lot more dramatic somehow.

I would consider transferring those first works to ao3 if I could delete my ffnet account, if only as a reminder of how far I've come in terms of quality.

Questions:

First work?

My first still published one-shot is an Ao No Exorcist fic. My first multi-chaptered still published fic is a Homestuck fic. Both from 2013.

Fave thing to write?

Angst. I love grief, angst, tragedy and death. I love exposition. I love hurt. Dark works::)

Fave tropes?

Hmm... Platonic cuddling and intimacy. Forced cannibalism. Fuck or Die. Pain-sharing. Body-swapping. Secrets & Exposition. Codependency. Enemies to family/Enemies with benefits.

Fave works?

As of August 2024;

It's better when you're with me (but that's better left unsaid) &

Bacterial Contamination

Ever thought about rewriting a work?

Oh yeah. I'd like to rewrite my first Aoex fic one day to be more tragic. I would also like to rewrite my GF fic 'Boiling Blood' to be less... blegh.

Last pic:

And as an artist?

Background:

I've drawn fanart since I was a kid. I started doing digital art on mspaint in 2013, then got Ibispaint x on my phone in 2014.

On picture of Joker Miku: Trad fanart from 2012

On picture of Natsuno: Mspaint art 2013

On MLP anthros: Ibispaint art 2014

On Allen painting: Pictured is a painting i made in 2013. My grandma loved it so much she decided to hang it in her living room. She still has it, and has no idea who that is lol

Questions:

First art handle?

GoddammitGabriel. My current handle is Saphomet/SpleenJuice

Fave colors?

Bright neon colors! Especially greens, blues and yellows. I love most colors tbh. Except for purple, I really don't like purple honestly

Fave thing to draw?

Monsters! Character design. Taurs. Symbolistic art.

Process?

Depends. Usually I just doodle on my phone. If it's a planned thing I will sketch it out on paper first in my sketchbook and take a pic. My go-to pen is the dip pen (bleed). I don't use a stylus.

Where do I post my art?

On Tumblr @GhoulySaphomet and on Furaffinity @SpleenJuice. I do not have other social media.