#bitches say they’re not back on the art grind and then turn around and draw up some plush reference sheets

[scottpilgrim4everr]

Drew some guys. Plushie guys.

The ones on the left are the “normal” ones, staying true to the original comics style.

The ones on the right are the “woobified” ones, leaning into the anime/my personal style.

[clonewarslover55]

Walon Vau X Kal Skirata  Hate sex (NSFW of course)

@anstarwar and I decided to do a spicy thing together!! She’d draw it and I’d write it! 

Here is her amazing and spicy art!! Go check out her blog and her beautiful art!! 

Notes: Based off of cursed conversations and this amazing drabble I wrote. And of course the art drawn by @anstarwar

Find more of my Repcomm work on my masterlist and AO3 

Warnings: plot?? Hate fucking, angy Kal, asshole Vau, height differnce, hand jobs, anal sex, arguing while fucking, they’re loud, unprotected sex(Wrap it even if there isn’t a pregenacy risk!!) Dom!Vau,Skirata is more of a bottom than a top(Surprising I know…)

Kal was pale with anger as he marched down the pristine white hallways of Kamino. He was beyond pissed off at Walon Vau currently. He had a lot to say to the man too, which only made Kal walk faster. His bad ankle wasn’t very happy with him, but he was too mad to really care. 

“Vau!” Kal shouted, finally spotting the tall man who was leaving his room. Kal walked up to him, their chest plates nearly touching at the closeness. Kal stretched his neck and leaned up a bit on his toes so he could be more at Walon’s level. Vau looked offended by the sudden invasion of his personal space.

 Walon looked Kal up and down before leaning down so he could look him in the eye. “Is there a problem? Skirata?” He spoke slowly, Kal’s name dripping from his lips like honey. Kal’s cock twitched, he hated how he said his name. 

“You know exactly why I’m here Walon.” Vau’s crooked nose brushed against Kal’s they were so close, “Do I?” He nearly smirked. Vau knew exactly how to turn him on and piss him off at the same time. 

Skirata shoved him, Vau stepping back and straightening his back. He snarled, barring his perfect white teeth at Kal. Walon shoved Kal back, his quarters door opening as soon as Skirata was shoved back against them. 

Kal backed into the room, Vau following him closely like a predator. Mird growled at the intruder, protecting its master. Vau gave hand signals, ordering the growling Strill to the bedroom. The beast left with a huff, the door closing behind it. 

Walon backed Kal up to the nearest wall, “Your training tactics! They’re-” Kal was silenced by Walon’s lips smashing against his own. Kal’s angry mind took a moment to react, kissing Vau back after a few stiff seconds. 

The kiss was a messy clash of teeth and tongue, but it got Vau’s point across. Shut up. Now. 

They pulled away from one another, panting, “My tactics? Mine?? Your men are going to be soft and foolish!! Just like you!” Walon shouted as they both stripped their armor, Kal even kicking off his boots. They continued to scream at one another, until Kal pulled the top of his flight suit down to his waist. He dropped his weapons belt, Walon doing the same. 

No weapons were going to be out this time. 

Walon pinned him back against the wall, his lips going straight to his neck. Skirata gasped, he forgot that Vau bites. “You’re a kriffing bastard Vau.” Walon only smirked against his hot skin. Vau stepped back after he left a large hickey on Kal’s neck, shoving his top down to his hips as well. 

He was still incredibly in shape for his age, his body still quite toned. Skirata’s cock twitched at Vau’s V-line, the tent in his pants enough to make anyone drool. Kal didn’t get to stare long, Vau flipping him around so Kal was facing a wall. 

He kicked his legs apart, bending his left knee some so he could put it between Kal’s legs. He stretched his right leg back a bit, lowering himself so he could be at Skirata’s level. Kal braced himself against the wall with both arms out, his hands flat against the cold wall. Vau’s hard cock was pressed against his ass, still covered by both of their flight suits. 

“Are those the socks I-” Kal grinded back against him, Vau shutting up quickly. “Yes-” He was cut off this time by Vau. Skirata shouted and cussed when Vau dug his teeth into his shoulder, a hand snaking its way from his hip into his boxers. He gripped Kal’s cock, squeezing it so Skirata would cry out. Vau continued to bite and suck all over Kal’s shoulders and neck, grinding his hard cock into Kal’s ass. 

They stopped arguing when they fucked, usually, but it was replaced with shouts and curses. So they were still far from quiet. 

Vau finally pulled Kal’s cock out, smearing the precum along his sensitive head. Kal hissed slightly through his teeth, Walon slowly stroking his cock with a large hand. “I hate you.” Kal growled out, Vau squeezing his cock and biting down a little harder in reply. 

Skirata blinked and looked back when Vau stepped away grabbing his weapons belt. “Do you always have lube on you?” Walon smirked, “Of course I do. We do this a lot, plus you never know when you’re gonna need it.” He gripped his ass, licking a bite mark on the side of Kal’s neck. 

Walon Vau always knew just how to distract Kal. 

Vau pulled down Kal’s flight suit enough to expose his ass, pulling his own cock out quickly. They usually had rough and angry sex like this, so they both always made sure to work themselves every now and then so the hate fucking didn’t hurt. 

Vau lubed his cock, pumping his fist along his shaft a few times. He used his free hand to grip Kal’s jaw, his nails digging in slightly. They’d leave small crescent moon marks in Kal’s skin. He guided his cock into Kal’s tight hole, both of them moaning loudly. 

Walon didn’t waste any time. He quickly slammed himself fully into Kal, starting at a rough pace. He moved his lubed up hand to Kal’s cock, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. Vau moved his hand from Kal’s jaw to his throat, squeezing it a bit. 

Skirata growled when Vau squeezed his throat and cock, Vau growling right back. Walon bent his knee a bit more, so he could fuck Kal at a better angle as he went faster. They knew one another pretty well, especially their special spots. 

Kal cursed loudly when Walon bit his shoulder hard enough to nearly draw blood, his cock brushing that spot deep inside of Kal his fingers could never reach, at the same time. Skirata closed his eyes now, his mouth open as he breathed heavily and moaned like a bitch in heat. 

Vau’s thrusts were still ruthless and calculated, picking up the speed as they both got close to their orgasms. More curses left Kal’s mouth as he pushed back against Vau so he could go even deeper. Walon was just as loud, his noises muffled by Kal’s hot skin. 

Vau’s fist moved even faster, which brought Skirata to the edge quickly. They came together, Kal coating Vau’s fist. Vau didn’t pull out, he loved leaving Kal full of his cum as a reminder. He filled him to the brim, growling out curses as he did so. Walon pulled his softening cock out once he was finished. 

He leaned on Kal for a moment, both of them catching their breaths. Neither of them remembered what they were arguing about, but they couldn’t care less after a good fuck. 

Vau was the first one to shake some the haze of sex from his mind, stepping back so he could tuck himself away and zip up his flight suit. Kal shook his head, stepping away from the wall. 

Skirata jumped into his boots again, “Clean up then get out.” Walon said as he geared back up, looking Skirata up and down again. Kal had to hold back the urge to mock the taller man. 

(Walon Vau does not have a breeding kink, like at all. He is just possessive and a brat.)

The people who I cursed with my smut idea: @cherry-cokes-posts @cherry-cokes-world @leias-left-hair-bun

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 21

Previous: Codename Black Panther 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU, Smut Lite

Rating: PG17

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: Swearing, Grinding, Making Out 

Summary: Lee Euna receives a startling message and goes to the one person she assumes will have the answers, or at least, an explanation. 

(uhhh didn’t know it was going to be this long)

The Final Notice

Present Day

           The note said they’d be meeting me face to face, but months have passed, and I am sitting here, waiting. Waiting for a sign, for another note, for someone to be sitting in my living room when I return home, for a dead rabbit to appear in my pasta pot, Jungkook to be taken for ransom, literally anything. And yet, nothing has happened. No note or call.

           I’ve increased surveillance on Taehyung, the only one who seems to connect some of these men, and by a stroke of pure genius, put a tracker on his car and Namjoon’s, as well as a few bugs in their apartment. There’s only so many times you can send flowers with a vague card, and a listening device embedded within the glass. Who gets rid of vases? Hopefully not these men.

           I’ve learned few things in my listening, namely that I am correct. The men are connected. Taehyung and Jimin are best friends and spend an innumerable number of hours together. They also spend time with Namjoon, who I think, if I’m correct, knows Hoseok. Hobi is a nickname for Hoseok, right? And if not, I’m fucked. They’ve added a new person to their discussion, someone they call Black Panther, who sounds like a right pain in the ass. All they do is bitch about how they’re constantly on call to deal with Black Panther’s mess, that Black Panther is getting in their way and in turn, ruining all plans. They speak in some code I don’t know, and I don’t know how to crack it. What I’m more startled by, is the fact that they continue to call this mystery person black panther, who calls a friend Black Panther? That’s like, cultural appropriation lite?

           It’s not, I’m kidding. It’s totally not.

           When I put it all the information together, Black Panther out of the equation because I have no idea who it is, it doesn’t amount to much. Names and addresses, a few yelp reviews, and nothing more. My gut is telling me there’s something here, something more than what Euna believes. Hoseok showing up in Genevieve’s photos, the trio going out to dinner, the mysterious note with the water mark, it has to add up to something. That and they keep mentioning the 7 of them, when the 7 of them are together, they’ll make sense of it, when the 7 of them are all clued in, they can handle Black Panther. Is Black Panther not their seventh member?

           The door to my office slams open, and a disgruntled Euna stomps in, lily white, tears cascading through her foundation.

           “Euna, what a sur-

           “Did you know about this?” She demands, shoving a picture in my face.

           “What?”

           “They know each other!” She yells.

           The photo, a polaroid, of Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Kim Namjoon. I’ve never seen them all together, Euna was right, they are despicably pretty.

           “How in your world did you not figure out that they know each other?”

          “I-

          “They look pretty fucking chummy to me!”

           “Euna, please, sit, let’s chat,” I stand to get her a water, which she yanks out of my hand and tosses down her throat.

           “Have you been withholding information?” Her voice has simmered, the bubbles of discontent slowly rising to the surface but never popping.

           All I can do is sigh and shrug my shoulders. Lying is not going to work, she’s paying me enough to give her one of my unused eggs, the least I can do is be honest with her.  

           “That’s unfair, I could demand money back for your deception,” Euna says.

           “I have withheld information on the basis that I need more time to connect the dots,” I start. “This is season 1 of The Wire and I’m fucking McNulty asking for more time to put the wire up. These men, Euna,” I exhale again, “It’s not linear, I can’t just plot them and see the whole picture. It’s much more complicated than that.”

           “Explain,”

           “All of it?”

           “Yes, all of it, you think I want to fucking understand parts of it?” Valid question.

           “Fine. It starts sometime when Kim Namjoon was sixteen, I’m not sure what that something is, but that’s the beginning of it. He was a prodigy, renowned in mathematics and rhetoric, short listed for a Nobel Prize by fifteen. After Namjoon, it moves to you and Seokjin, which leads to you and Yoongi, Jun-Seo and Jimin. Finally, it all ends up at Taehyung and whatever happened there,” I glance at her, hoping she’ll tell me if the supposed abortion was from him or someone else. “Somehow Jung Hoseok winds up at Lee Enterprise’s Masquerade, and Kim Namjoon comes back into the picture as a friend of Jimin and Taehyung’s.”

           “Jung Hoseok has taken Kwan on a few dates,”

           “Are they still seeing each other?”

           “No. That’s all you’ve got?”

           “I’ve got more, but I’m not sure it’s going to help you understand this anymore than you already do.” I don’t move to open any files on my computer or pull up any surveillance, Euna doesn’t need that, that information won’t help her in any way understand what these men have in common.

           “Does this make sense to you?” She asks.

           “It’s all,” I sigh, “fits and starts.”

           “Why am I paying you?”

           “Euna, you have given me an already impossible job, and then added more impossible tasks on top of that. I have found all of these men, I have addresses, I have occupations and locations of current employment for five out of seven. I’ve done a fucking good job on something that should truly be solved by a governing body, not a P.I. who bought thirty dollar’s worth of Indian food and ate it over five days because I couldn’t afford to buy more. I’ve used all my resources, called in favors, spied, tiptoed on the brink of impropriety in order to get you results. I’ve done a damn good job.”

           Glowering, her voice is impenetrable, “Then why can’t you find Min Yoongi?”

           “That man has erased himself from the internet, completely, from every website, every search, he’s just gone.” Exasperatedly, I throw my hands in the air as my voice rises. How many times can I explain this to her?

           “He’s alive though,” She counters.

           “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can pinpoint him,” I grit my teeth and stand, pacing slowly around my office, her voice trailing behind me as I move.

           “He’s really,” She pauses, “Out of any of them, Y/N, he’s the one.”

           I run my hand through my hair before pulling at the strands and aggressively knotting it in a ponytail, the anger feeding into the heat of my body and I shed my sweatshirt. A sweatshirt, with a line drawing of a uterus, that my mother refused to buy me for my birthday so I spent $90 on it myself. I know Euna hates it, but it’s my office and I didn’t know she’d be popping in today in her Dior terrycloth jumpsuit. If I did, I would’ve at least put on a J.Crew sweatshirt and leggings that don’t have wax on them from making crayon art with the kids I used to nanny.  

           “I know, Euna. I know he’s important, I know he’s the one that got away, I know he’s the white whale of this whole investigation. But Euna, he-

           In the middle of my breath, the door opens again creating a space for Jungkook to saunter in. He’s parted his hair, a little off center, and hasn’t put in any product leaving the tendrils to fall softly framing his face. His locks are still long adjacent, and his left hand is using his sweater paw to hold a scalding beverage. His eyebrows are sloped, a genuine look of concern reflecting into my irises. The relief I feel cascading over me, of familiarity, of home, nearly bulldozes me into him.

           “Cricket, I brought you some,” His voice trails as he takes in my client. “Coffee.”

           “Oh thank god,” I whisper. Taking the cup from him, my eyes apologetic as I fall gracelessly into his open arms. The scent of his shampoo and cologne swirl in my nose, relaxing my senses. Nothing smells as sexy as Jungkook. No one looks as sexy as Jungkook does, no matter what he’s wearing, no matter the time of day or night. NSYNC put it best when they sang “god must’ve spent a little more time on you”, because whoever arranged the chromosomes and bone structure within Jungkook truly made a masterpiece. As the kids would say, he’s a whole ass meal. Jungkook keeps a hand splayed on my back while he turns back to Euna. He scans her up and down, no doubt assessing the level of danger she’s presenting.

           “Who are you?” Euna snaps.

           “This is my boyfriend, he was just dropping off some coffee,” I answer. The arm around his waist squeezes a little tighter, my head still resting against his chest.

           “Do I know you?” She wonders.

           “Me?” Jungkook asks.

           “Yes, you, who else?”

           He looks from me to her and back again, “Uh.” He shakes his head.

           “You look so familiar,” She eyes him cautiously, “You’re Korean?”

           “Uh, yeah,” His affirmation causes a twinkle in her eye, a recognition that if she wanted, she could use the powers at her fingertips to find his life story, overturn any

           “Hmm,” She scans him again. “Are you leaving?”

           “Oh, yeah sorry to interrupt,” Jungkook quickly glances at me, mouth moving to form SORRY as he scurries out the door. I hate when he leaves.

           “Don’t fall in love with Korean men, they’ll ruin your life,” Euna sits back down, tossing back some of her water before looking back at the photo.

           “Was something else left? A note maybe?” I hope this will move her back to the topic at hand, the photo in question and whomever left it, not my relationship.

           “Yes, there was,” She reaches into her purse and oh how I wish she had gloves on. The note reads like the last one I received, rhyming and all.

           “You’re looking too hard / We’ve been in plain sight / Stop looking for us / Or we’ll turn out your light,” I read. “Wow, premeditated violence.”

           “What the fuck does that mean?” Euna’s gone back to panic, eyes wild and cheeks red.

           “It means they’ve been in front of us this whole time, as in, we’ve overlooked them,” I clarify.

           “How could you have overlooked them?”

           “I’m not the only one, Euna, you have maybe overlooked them too. Maybe it’s a larger commentary on your persona in a relationship.”

           “My persona in a relationship? What would you know of that?”

           “I know what you’ve told me, and I know what I’ve seen through our interactions. No one is perfect,” I’m trying to soften this, but she’s truly living up to Dae-Seong in her blind rage.

           “Don’t try and compare your relationship to the heartache I have endured!”

           “Euna, I’m not,” The exasperation cannot be more pronounced as I roll my eyes and sigh heavily.

           “Your boyfriend, does what? How do you know he isn’t involved with these bastards?”

           “I don’t,” My honesty cuts her off, eyes widening slightly at my levelheaded response. Her pause gives me worry, what is she thinking?

           “Well, what do we do with these?” She shifts in the tension I’m brewing, I’m unsure what the solution is.

           “I can spend the afternoon trying to trace it, I can fingerprint the note and see what comes up, if anything,” I offer.

           “Will something?” A glimmer of hope, the worst emotion to ever contain or blossom in the human mind.

           “Probably not, whoever these men are, they are far too good to be caught doing whatever it is they’re doing.”

           “We need them all, all six,” Euna demands.

           “What do you want from them?” The thousandth time it leaves my lips, it’s complete insanity. This will never change.

           “What every woman wants,” She broods.

           “Euna, I don’t know what that is,” I’m sinking lower into my chair with every syllable.

           “Those who ask don’t get to know,” Abruptly she’s standing and leaving, belongings gathered in one hand, feet stomping heavily into the aged hardwood.

           Ah, another hint at her upbringing.

           I’m moving slowly through my apartment, Jungkook already sitting on the couch looking deeply cozy in his favorite grey sweats and a sweatshirt with a famous swoosh emblezaned across his chest. Dinner, pizza, is on its way, and a very large glass of prosecco sits waiting for me. I in turn am tossing off my bra, a sight Jungkook is audibly upset by, and coming to sit on the couch, in his embrace.

           “I couldn’t leave, she was mad, I was worried about you,” He tells me, his lips pressing to my forehead repeatedly. “I didn’t know if she was going to hurt you.”

           “About me? Bunny I’m okay, she doesn’t scare me, at least not physically,” I reply, my lips pressing against his neck in recognition of his vulnerability.

           “I didn’t know if she was going to hurt you,”

           “Bunny,” I sit up, turning my head to his.

           “Cricket,” His eyes move from mine to my lip, his thumb coming to swipe over the bitten cherry of my lower lip.

           “I love you, thank you for worrying about me,” I tell him, leaning in to kiss him, his soft, well moisturized lips making up for the bruised state of mine.

           “I love you too,” He hesitates, his lips starting to say something but stopping.

           “Jungkook?”

           “I also found, this,” He pulls out a note, the watermark distinguishable against the light.

           In black ink, a date and time is printed, and underneath:

Roses are red / Violets are blue / It’s time for us to meet / We’re ready, are you?

           “What does this mean?” Jungkook asks.

           “It means that, that I’m meeting with someone who may or may not want something from me, or maybe will hurt me. So just, be prepared.”

           “What’s the one promise you made me make when we first started dating?” He pulls me back into his embrace, but I catch the sadness in his eyes.

           “Aren’t we still in that honeymoon phase?” I want to lighten the mood and not focus on the way my heart is hurting. I never thought I would be the one concerned about not coming home, having Jungkook panicking over my safety.

          I don’t like it, like at all.

           “Absolutely, I think we’ll always be in that phase, but Y/N, please answer the question,” His arms tighten around my waist, another kiss to my temple, replaced by his soft cheek.

           “If you’re not coming home, tell me. If something is going to jeopardize you coming back to me, you have to let me know,” I quote myself.

           “So, if you are going to jeopardize your safety, Y/N, Cricket, my beloved, you gotta tell me. Let me follow you or drop a pin, or use Find My Friends so I can check up on you,” Jungkook rattles off all the apps with ease, a feat I find slightly concerning.

           “I don’t want you to –

           “No, no arguing.” His voice is curt, his words definite.

           “Okay,”

           “I love you, Cricks, and I don’t ever want to imagine anything happening to you.”

           “I know Bunny,” If I could burrow into him, I would. His embrace is my safe place, my weighted blanket after a panic attack, fuck during a panic attack.

          I have to come home to him. Whatever this note entails, it doesn’t matter. Torture me, harm me, beat me up, put me in the hospital, it doesn’t matter so long as when I wake up, or am lucky enough to walk away, I can come through that fucking front door to Jungkook.

           “You didn’t say it back,” He teases.

Rolling my eyes dramatically, squirming intentionally in his grasp so that I can lock eyes again, I sigh. “I love you too.”

           “Don’t act like that when you’d do the same to me!” He begins tickling me, and I feel beyond grateful for his duality.

           “Stop it! Stop it! You’re right, okay!”

           Giggling, his “I know,” is coupled with a kiss. He moves swiftly through my laughter to take my bottom lip between his teeth, tongue swiping over the indentations of his teeth before meeting mine. His hands, under my top and massaging my overheating flesh, pull me closer to him. I tug his locks as a moan escapes my lips, swallowed by his own groan as I reach my hand to palm him over his pants.

           “Cricket,” He groans.

           “Bunny,” I reply.

           He pulls away, pushing my torso down onto him, where my hips happily grind against him.

           “Lock and key?” He whispers, eyes refusing to close as he attempts to restrain himself from giving into the feeling of my heated core over his.

           “God we’re that couple now?” I stop my ministrations, staring at his features. How did I get so lucky?

           “Haven’t we always been?” He cocks an eyebrow, and I’m surprised he hasn’t mustered a ‘what’ to accompany the gesture.

           “I guess,” I roll my eyes, which he greets with a thrust of his hips.

           “Lock and key,” He repeats, hand behind my head, holding my gaze to his.

           “You and me,” I answer, the smile on my lips finding his again.

Next: Cricket & OT7

[artificialqueens]

let me be your motivation, 2/2 (branjie) - holtzmanns

(read on ao3) | (tumblr)

AN: Me: writes a one-shot All of you gays: spare smut ma'am…spare smut…

Here it is! Part two. Completely gratuitous. Thank you times a MILLION to Writ, for being the absolute best beta and person to bounce ideas around with and for basically holding my hand the entire time. You’re the best and I appreciate you so much. Also shoutout to sohytes because I solely listened to Megan Thee Stallion while writing. Your power.

Brooke’s fingers draw patterns on Vanessa’s knee as she drives. Vanessa has to resist the urge to squeeze her thighs together when Brooke’s touch moves up, up, up, playing with the hem of her skirt and dipping underneath it.

Dinner had been good. Unbelievably good. Vanessa had been ready to balk at the prices on the menu before Brooke had raised an eyebrow at her (‘You really think I’d let you pay?’). Vanessa had gotten the chance to get to know Brooke a little better, found out that Brooke went into dentistry because she wanted to be like her favourite uncle. She had told Brooke about her job in PR, how it stressed her out but how she enjoyed bossing people around. Brooke had smirked at that as they split a dessert, letting her foot trail up her leg until Vanessa had practically flagged the server down for the bill with a yell.

“How much longer?” Vanessa can’t help but grunt out the words as Brooke drives, because damn, is the woman good without actually doing anything to her. It seems as if they left the restaurant ages ago, despite the car’s clock showing that only seven minutes have passed. Brooke’s teasing touch feels like it stretches time out impossibly far, though Vanessa never wants it to end.

Brooke’s lips upturn in a smirk, her fingers pressing down slightly against the skin of Vanessa’s thigh. “Mighty eager.”

“You know what you’re doing bitch, don’t be playing.” Vanessa keeps herself from rolling against Brooke’s touch when she moves her hand to the inside of the thigh. She looks over at Brooke, sees how fucking smug she looks all while keeping her eyes on the road. It gives her an idea.

Vanessa loosens her seatbelt, resting her hand on the centre console between their seats. She stretches up and out of her seat, moving Brooke’s hair from her neck and shoulder with her other hand, exposing the milky skin.

The moan that Brooke lets out when Vanessa nips by her collarbone is positively sinful.

“You’re gonna make me crash.” Brooke’s hand grips the steering wheel so hard that her knuckles turn white, which only encourages Vanessa further.

Vanessa moves her kisses up the column of Brooke’s neck. “Pay attention, then.”

Vanessa’s spurred on by the way Brooke tilts her head to give her even more access, her movements already contrasting with her words. Vanessa has Brooke right where she wants her.

That is, until they swerve into an underground parking lot and Brooke’s pulling Vanessa out of the car, hand gripping her wrist and tugging her towards the elevator before Vanessa can even blink.

Vanessa leans back against the wall of the elevator, watching as Brooke presses the button for the 36th floor. Brooke turns around to face her, taking a step, then another until she’s in her space, and Vanessa has to tilt her head up to look at her despite the heels that she’s wearing.

Brooke looks at her with a gleam in her eye that makes Vanessa know exactly what she’s thinking about, and the sudden rush of arousal that courses through her is enough to make her lightheaded. Brooke reaches out, tucks a strand of hair behind Vanessa’s ear with a touch so gentle, so teasing that Vanessa can’t help but lean into it, letting out a whine when Brooke pulls her hand back.

But then Brooke’s hand is on the small of Vanessa’s back, pulling her close until all she can smell is Brooke’s perfume invading her senses. Brooke’s lips are slightly parted, her eyes darting over Vanessa’s face as if she’s debating whether doing anything in the elevator is worth it when they’re already passing the 15th floor. Vanessa doesn’t leave the decision to her, stretching as high as she can on her tiptoes to close the distance between them.

Brooke’s hand on Vanessa’s back pulls her flush against her as she returns the kiss, other hand on the side of her neck and jaw, tilting her face up. Vanessa feels like putty in Brooke’s hands, soft and pliable and melting into her touch.

Ding.

The 36th floor comes too soon, and when Brooke pulls back, her eyes are wide and clouded with lust and Vanessa wants to do nothing more than to pull her back in for another kiss.

“C’mon.”

Brooke tugs Vanessa down the hallway until they’re at her front door. Brooke swears when she can’t get the lock open, fiddling with her keys and it’s certainly not Vanessa’s fault, from the way that she’s raking her hands up Brooke’s sides, dipping them down along her hips. Vanessa traces the silhouette of Brooke’s dress, and the way it seems to hug her ass and her curves so perfectly is a sight that she wants to drink in forever.

Vanessa smirks when Brooke finally gets the door open. “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.” Brooke walks Vanessa backwards until her back hits the door, grabbing her hands and pinning them to the wall as she leans down to kiss her. Vanessa lets out a protest when Brooke ends the kiss too soon, one that turns into a moan when Brooke instead traces them down her jaw, onto her neck, behind her ear.

“Fuck, Brooke.” Vanessa can’t help but gasp when Brooke nips at the skin, spurring her on further. She wants to fist her hands in Brooke’s hair, grab at her dress, anything, but Brooke’s grip on her hands is too strong.

Brooke pulls back and Vanessa chases her lips, whining when Brooke’s grip on her holds her in place. Brooke’s looking at her like she wants to devour her right then and there, and Vanessa’s not complaining about it in the least.

“So needy already.” Brooke lets go of Vanessa’s hands then, moving instead to push her jacket off of her shoulders, unzip the back of her dress. Vanessa can feel goosebumps rise up on her skin when Brooke’s light touch grazes her back, barely there and enough to drive her mad. She needs more.

Vanessa feels Brooke’s eyes trail over her with a teasing slowness once her dress drops to the ground, and she gives her a second to appreciate the view before reaching a hand out to unzip Brooke’s dress. If her hand lingers on Brooke’s ass after she unzips it, tugging it down and pulling Brooke flush against her, who’s to say? She’s only human.

The black lace of Brooke’s lingerie paints a contrast against her skin, a work of art that Vanessa can’t believe she has in front of her to appreciate.

“Like what you see?” There’s a smile playing on Brooke’s lips, almost as if she can read Vanessa’s mind.

“You know I do.” Vanessa wishes that she were taller, really, so that she wouldn’t have to stand on her tiptoes every time that she wanted to kiss Brooke. Brooke takes the hint, evidently, reaching underneath Vanessa’s thighs and lifting her up. Vanessa wastes no time in wrapping her legs around Brooke’s waist as she carries them both towards what Vanessa assumes is her bedroom.

Brooke sits down at the edge of her bed, pulling Vanessa down with her so that she’s straddling her hips. Vanessa can’t help herself from grinding down slowly onto Brooke’s lap, arms around her neck and she can feel the way that Brooke’s grip tightens on her sides. Brooke rakes her fingers up Vanessa’s back and it makes her shiver, and she can feel goosebumps begin to rise on her skin when Brooke unclasps her bra.

Brooke’s at the perfect height to press kisses up her ribs, and Vanessa gasps and grinds down more when Brooke takes one of her nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue. One of Brooke’s hand comes up to lightly pinch at the other one, and the noise that Vanessa lets out is embarrassingly loud.

Vanessa tugs at Brooke’s hair, pulling her back and Brooke looks at her with an expression that is too smug for her liking, her hand still playing with her nipple. Vanessa has to resist the urge to give in to what Brooke’s doing to her and pushes off her lap, ignoring her protests.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Vanessa drops onto her knees on the floor, pulling on Brooke legs so that she’s sitting on the very edge of the bed. She puts her hands on Brooke’s knees, pushing them apart so she can come rest between them and Brooke’s eyes darken in understanding.

Vanessa presses slow, open mouthed kisses up Brooke’s inner thigh until Brooke is squirming, trying to shift nearer to the edge of the bed.  She makes her kisses rougher, sucking on the skin and can’t help but feel satisfaction when Brooke’s hand fists in her hair as she tries to push herself closer.

“Don’t tease.” Brooke gasps out the words, trying to push Vanessa’s face closer to where she wants it. The sight of Brooke already coming undone in front of her is all that she’s wanted, and Vanessa wants to drag it out, drink it in. She never wants it to end.

“I’m having fun.” Vanessa rests her hands against Brooke’s thighs, teasing and kissing close to the lace edge of her underwear on the crook of her inner thigh, though not close enough to give her any sort of relief. Brooke lets out a grunt of frustration, tugging on her hair, and Vanessa would be lying if she said that she didn’t find it fucking hot.

Vanessa gives in, then, dragging a finger up her slit through her underwear. “So wet for me already.”

Brooke tries to get closer, find any friction against her hand but Vanessa pulls back, instead tugging down on her underwear and pushing her legs apart once more.

“I swear to God, if you don’t-”

Brooke’s empty threat is cut off in a moan when Vanessa drags her tongue up her slit teasingly slow. Vanessa can feel the way Brooke’s hips buck against her and she finally decides to take some pity, circling around her clit with her tongue before sucking at it with a deep kiss that makes Brooke’s hands tighten in her hair.

“Just like that, baby, I-” Brooke’s words spur Vanessa on even more. She takes cues from Brooke and the way that her thighs squeeze around her head, alternating between licking and sucking at her clit. The way that Brooke’s breathing is becoming more and more like pants makes her speed up her pace, merciless with her movements until Brooke is gasping for air, squeezing Vanessa’s head with her thighs as she comes.

Vanessa presses a light kiss to the inside of Brooke’s thigh, looking up at the way Brooke has a hand over her face as she catches her breath.

“So pretty.” She can’t help but murmur the words, seeing how they make Brooke let out a little laugh behind her hand.

“Shut up.”

Vanessa climbs back onto the bed beside Brooke, pulling her hand back from her face. Brooke’s face is flushed but the smile on her face is content, sated. Vanessa leans over to kiss her, knowing that Brooke can probably taste herself on her lips. Brooke deepens the kiss, pulling Vanessa back onto her lap.

“I wasn’t done.”

The words match the smirk playing on Brooke’s lips as she brushes the hair off of Vanessa’s shoulder, dragging her hand lightly down her arm. The light touch is maddening, enough to make Vanessa squirm in her lap.

“Took care of me so well.” Brooke presses a barely there kiss to her jaw. “My turn now.”

Brooke’s fingers play with lace on Vanessa’s underwear, tracing them along her thighs, her hips. Vanessa starts to regret teasing Brooke so much earlier on, because this taste of her own medicine makes her whine out loud.

Brooke turns them over, and Vanessa gasps when her back hits the mattress. All she can see is Brooke, the gleam in her eyes, the way she leans down and presses a kiss to her neck.

“What do you want? Tell me.” Brooke punctuates the sentence with more kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. “Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want to ride my face? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby?”  

Vanessa’s unable to answer Brooke’s question, because the teasing hand that trails up her side and brushes against her nipple is a bit too distracting for her to come up with any sense of coherence. Brooke nips at her neck and it makes Vanessa groan and bury her face into Brooke’s shoulder. She needs to be closer to Brooke, and can’t help but bring a hand to the small of Brooke’s back, thrusting her own hips right up against hers.

Brooke pulls back, though keeping her hips low and rolls them back down onto Vanessa. “Oh, you want that, huh? You want me to fuck you, baby?”

Vanessa bites her lip, lets out a whine as she nods because now that Brooke’s said it, that’s exactly what she wants. Brooke filling her up, invading all of her senses, making her scream.

Brooke lifts herself off of her, climbs off the bed, winking before opening the bottom drawer of her dresser. The sight of Brooke pulling on a harness, tightening the straps around her thighs makes Vanessa squirm in anticipation, because she needs it, needs it now.

Brooke crawls back on top of Vanessa and straddles her hips, the tip of the purple dildo resting against Vanessa’s stomach. She passes the bottle of lube to Vanessa as she licks her lips, and Vanessa can tell she’s just as antsy for it.

Vanessa wastes no time in lubing up the dildo, letting her hand run up and down its length while keeping eye contact with Brooke, watching as her eyes darken. Brooke lifts herself up slightly, moving her hands to Vanessa’s underwear and tugging them down her thighs with no pretense of slowness. She tosses them to the side of the bed without even looking to see where they land, much more interested in leaning down to kiss up Vanessa’s ribs, cleavage, neck. Vanessa waits until Brooke’s face to face with her before pulling her closer to kiss her, reaching a hand down between them to stroke the toy between them. It feels…sizeable in her hands, and she needs it, needs Brooke to fuck her with it.

Vanessa can’t help but lift her hips up, tug on the harness around Brooke’s waist until Brooke breaks the kiss, biting on her bottom lip before pulling back. “Use your words, baby.”  

“Please.” Vanessa breathes out the words, moving her hand up and down the toy faster.

“Please what?” Brooke presses another kiss to her neck, making her squirm. From the gleam in Brooke’s eyes, Vanessa knows that she knows exactly what she wants. She just wants to make Vanessa say it.

“Please fuck me.” Vanessa can’t help but groan out the words when Brooke nips behind her ear. “Need it so bad.”

Brooke pulls back, presses a light kiss to her lips. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

Vanessa has to hold herself back from squirming when Brooke lines herself up with her entrance. Brooke takes her time pushing in, watching Vanessa’s face as she does and the pace feels agonizingly slow.

“More.” Vanessa wraps an arm around Brooke’s waist, pulling her down so that she’s impossibly closer. Brooke takes the hint, pulling back then snapping her hips forward, making Vanessa gasp into her ear. Vanessa pushes her own hips up, meeting Brooke’s thrusts as they become deeper and deeper.

Brooke pulls back for a second and Vanessa is ready to protest, to pull her closer, when Brooke grabs the back of her thighs, pushing them up so that they’re against her shoulders. The next thrust makes Vanessa groan, roll into it because Brooke’s hitting exactly where she needs it.

“Knew you’d like that.” Brooke’s voice is smug in her ear, and Vanessa can’t even be mad at her cockiness because she’s right.  

Brooke keeps her pace, the new angle making Vanessa’s hands uselessly fist in the sheets, gasp against her. “Fuck, I’m so close, I…”

Vanessa trails off when Brooke licks up the side of her neck, sucking by her jaw hard enough to leave a mark as she thrusts, and the combined sensations are too much for her and she’s coming, arm wrapping around Brooke’s neck as she does. Brooke slows her movements but keeps them steady, capturing Vanessa’s lips in a kiss that Vanessa can barely focus on.

Vanessa lets out a little moan at the loss when Brooke pulls out, glad that she’s lying on the bed because she’s not sure if she’d be able to support her own weight were she standing. Brooke unbuckles the straps of her harness, sliding it off her thighs and throwing it to the side of the bed before crawling over to lie down beside her.

Vanessa can’t help but shuffle closer to her, resting her arms and head on Brooke’s chest. Brooke’s hair is messy, falling all over her face and her makeup is all smeared but Vanessa’s never seen a more beautiful sight in her life. Brooke looks down at her with an expression of softness in her eyes, not something that Vanessa’s used to seeing from her previous one night stands. Then again, Vanessa could tell from the start that Brooke is different from any other girl she’s fucked before.

“This ain’t gonna be a one time thing, is it?” Sure, Vanessa’s just caught her breath, maybe she’s in a post orgasm haze but she can’t help but ask. She needs to know.

“Are you kidding? Better not be.” Brooke’s words make Vanessa grin.

“I told you, didn’t I? You’d want more.” Vanessa thinks back to earlier in the day, when Brooke had cornered her against the wall and given Vanessa her number.

“You did. Now wipe that grin off of your face, I know you enjoyed it just as much.” Brooke trails a teasing hand up her side, raking her nails against her skin.

“Wipe it off for me.” Vanessa watches the gleam in Brooke’s eyes return as she climbs back on top of her, ready to kiss her again.

She’s going to have to thank Silky extra tomorrow morning once she gets home.

[randomlerson75]

Stuff people at my high school have said or done

• “I’ll just pretend I broke my ankle. I’ll limp a little”

• “You’re face doesn’t even have many bones”

• “Do you wipe your ass with your fingers”

• “I look cute though so I’m saving it”

• “They’re not dirty minded they just have a sexy brain”

• “This is not a good situation now. I’m not happy”

• *sleeping in class and randomly screams* “STOP!!!”

• “I’m coloring my weed symbol”

• “I stretch pretty violently I’m sorry”

• “I look like I’m more full of life than you”

•”I’m a good person” “haha ok”

• “I’m gonna round it to the nearest 11”

• “You don’t always have to swallow”

• “What a fucking time to be alive”

• “why are you harissing me”

• “That’s why you turn around and punch him in the face”. “I don’t have time”

• “You are the highest grade”

• “Does it taste normal”. “No it tastes good”

• “Why are we all up in this cold ass blueberry”

• “The sun can’t be that hot”

• “I could have overreached but that would make me stupid”

• “I’m all muscle bro, it’s tight on me”

• ”I’m a stripper that’s how I make my money”

• “You’re my mom” *talking to the teacher*

• “Are you high” “just get it off”

• *laughs normally* “you sound like a pedophile”

• “Pinkie ring until I roll”

• *about to jump off a cliff in a video for free diving* “push her”

• “Capitalism is ok”

• “It’s so funny how you can be alive one second and dead the next”

• “Change the m in marijuana to a j. Jarijuana”

• *teacher puts desk in the hallway*

• “He smoked water”

• “You can’t speak Latin” “Can you?”

• “May I acquire a pencil” “yes you may” “have a blessed day”

• “I’m going to write a book about how depressed I am”

• “God has forsaken me”

• *girls trying to stab each other with scissors*

• “I got a pretty long weenus. It looks like a penis”

• “My skeleton is twerking”

• *draws a skeleton twerking* “this is why it’s fun to learn art”

• “Why does he have eye holes?” “He’s a skeleton”

• “Don’t get my businesses ”

• “YOU ARE A WHORE”

• “love is so good”

• “Happy 17th day of birth”

• “You know it’s cold when you walk outside and it’s cold

• “why are you smiling like a creep Jess?” “That’s my normal face”

• “I’m living my best life, right here right now”

• *About thirty kids doing nothing but snapping*

• “Yes, I am very racist about smart boards”

• “I used to be like ;) but now I’m like :|”

• “Physically I’m here but mentally I’m still at home”

• “Emotions are like hurricanes. They never go where they are suppose too”

• “it took me a whole 27 minutes”

• “I would pay for the fire alarm to go off again”

• “Why did we get such a gay name like Florence”

• “this is my dad” *points to Albert Einstein

• *A REAL debate on wether to rip the clippy part off of mechanical pencils*

• “Not gonna lie. I grinded a friends marathon this weekend”

• “FINISH THE TEA”

• “You should know to never mess with another persons tech deck”

• “She has a thing against white people even though she’s white”

• “Speak of the devil. All white, what a fright”

• “You are a children”

• “You think a bull in a china shop? How about a bomb in a restaurant”

• “Me do”

• “I cheesed myself”

• “I never said I was going to jump you at Bojangles”

• “Knitting is VERY fun”

• “I’m not good enough, I’m great enough”

• “North Korea, South Korea, Same thing”

• *drops pencil* “NOOOOOOOOO”

• *light flickers* “excuse you”

• “You can make Australia bigger?”

• “Why don’t we burn people at the stake anymore for doing crimes. It was proven very effective”

• “It’s like I went into the pits of hell”

• “Can I borrow her crutches” “She has a lot”

• “You have arms?”

• “I was born thick”

• “I wasn’t sick I was drunk”

• “be a good person. Go go go”

• “Lotion and ravioli”

• “It smells like weed in here”

• “F*ck oxygen”

• “bring it back tomorrow or you die”

• “Tables are for glasses, not asses”

• “Stick it in between her boobs”

• “A lot of religions end in ism” “Christianiaism”

• “I just want someone to snort my ashes. That would be cool. Mix it with a little cocaine”

• “The United States of Australia”

• “Clark Kent who. I’m kidding, that’s not even Spider-Man”

• “Mental cheese”

• “Your blood is not supposed to make whistling noises”

• “Who sleeps on a Friday night”

• “A whole ass race”

• “that’s a sexy button” “I know right”

• *Screams* “and....”

• “Judaism is neither a religion or race”

• “Have you ever met someone and thought ‘wow. I would feel no remorse killing you’”

•“I hate this school with a burning passion”

•“Beep beep in your seats”

•“What is wrong with the world? The simulation is breaking”

•“What if we’re each other’s dad”

•“You use mental gymnastics to get around your head and get what you want”

•”You can’t just roll up to North Korea. You have to beat me in bingo”

•*teachers wear a dress and played despacito on the trumpet*

• “He’s a stingy boi”

• “A for anarchy? Dude i wish”

• “shut up I’m choking”

• “The snack the smiles back” “GOLDFISH!!!”

• “Where’s the pointy boi?” “I don’t know. I have the thick boi”

• “Dude. Fish can’t talk”

• “Stop taking my eraser” “it’s a ruler” “it can be whatever it wants to be”

• “A female vacuum is attractive”

• “I can love you but not like you”

• “I am mother gothel mentally, physically and spiritually

• “Mother gothel is my religion”

• “IM GETTING A COW!!!!”

• “It’s like Leonardo Da’Vinchi but instead it’s Leonardo Decaprio”

• “I wish I had some crippling disease. Schizophrenia would be nice”

• “I’m gonna kill someone for the rush of adrenaline I’ll get. I’ll get pumped, then I’ll work out”

• “Should I become an important political figure”

• “My cats might have eaten him”

• “Who else is trying to overthrow the government”

• “Where’s our kid?” “He looked at me funny and I had to teach him a lesson. I flushed him down the toilet”

• “I text Jesus all the time”

• “You are a saucy boi”

• “Your neck is really soft. Do you know that?”

• “Um. No professor. I don’t give a fuck”

• “Bro I look like a whole ass beetle”

• “You know? I’m definitely going to hell. But I’ve accepted that”

• “We need to go to the woods and have a collective cry”

• “Moths = whore”

• “Can we watch more food videos”

• “Just outlive the old people and health care prices can go back to normal”

• “Let’s just start the gladiator games again to handle population”

• “I’ll be Michael Phelps”

• “Don’t you just hate it when Nolan steps on your 69 Barbie head”

• “He’s so 20”

• “LITTLE BOY! WHERE ARE YOUR NIPPLES”

• “You guys disgust me”

• “I thought I had a good nights sleep but then I stood up and was like ‘oh no’”

• “you look better as an apple”

• “Why the fuck does it smell like weed in here. Mrs. Burch be blazing it up”

• “What is the coast of South Carolina growing” “Fish”

• “Why are we here on Halloween but not on Thanksgiving”

• “Even though I’m 18 I still might go trick or treating”

• “All minors should be allowed to trick or treat”

• “Tomorrow is not today, is it?”

• “ah yes, the glorious uno and dos”

• “I think Kanye is a crackhead”

• “Like. She’s not hideous”

• “Casserole and Gatorade?”

• “That’s what Google’s for girly”

• “this class has corrupted me”

• “You stepped on my fat”

• “What would Jesus do?”

• *Squeaks kazoo in anguish*

• “We’re going to watch a video about the depression” “weird, nobody has been following me around with cameras”

• “Approximately 50 minutes till ice cream”

• “Did you know heroin is not good for you?”

• “I have the constant need to fight myself and my demons”

• “what the hell?” “I know”

• “you are crack-a-lakin me up”

• “I have no muscles so what’s the point”

• “Flex on the legless”

• “didn’t that movie come out in November? Fifty shades of green?”

• *County music blares from another class down the hall*

• “I got a twin brother” “What’s his name” “Pj”

• “Keep the iPhone in your ear”

• “Super white red lipstick”

• “They just need a lot more dollars”

• “Don’t be like Anthony” “Isn’t he your son”

• “There’s a lot that needs to happen in the next.... today”

• *Plays bagpipe music walking down the hallway*

• “Say sorry to Billie Eilish”

• “We should make army merch”

• “Some of us have bitch lips”

• “Time is moco loco”

• “Alfred Adler sounds like Adolf Hitler”

• “Albert Einstein is my favorite president” “YES”

• “It’s winter berries”

• “She just unfollowed your ass”

• “Do you ever get so mad you’re like rrrrr”

• “Bear Grills filtered that shit”

• “The US army is trying to recruit us with socks and bandannas”

• “This dude tastes bad”

• “I’m a sophisticated retard”

• “It’ll get your heart rate up” “I think asthma will make my heart rate go down”

• “She was like egh and the he was like EGH”

• *Door won’t open* “DISRESPECTFUL”

• “if she wasn’t my sister she would be my baby”

• “Will you let me make love to an Oreo”

• “Directions turn me on”

• “I’ll eat you” “Dude that’s gay”

• “you’ve been had a 69 in here”

• “I’m gonna be real with you. Hayden is a whole ass lesbian”

• “I’m sorry that picture is ugly. Sorry sis”

• “A whole jump suit with pikachu on it”

• “He’s been birthed”

• “Ru Paul’s drag race has been dragged”

• “Imma sip some chlorine”

• “why do you gotta throw up”

• “suicidal dog collar”

• “I’m pulling out Murphy’s head ass”

• “you’re gonna be single forever”

• “Do you trust me?” “No” “why” “you know why” “I told the truth after”

• “I didn’t mean to make her suicidal”

• “I did it in the most respectful way I possible could” “oh Jesus”

• “it’s not my fault she had that much of a connection”

• “she’s a sly bitch”

• *dresses in a Thomas the train hat and plays Thomas the train theme song on a piano*

• “I’m getting better at this” “what” “this”

• “It’s just my master plan to manipulate people’s emotions and have many successes in my future”

• “How do you do that” “I just empty my eyes”

• “You know what. Give me my birthday back”

• “Bitch bye. Not even cousins”

• “they go away. They don’t putt putt”

• “why” “so you don’t die in a police chase”

• “are you a virgin” “yes” *throws paper* “there’s my virginity for you”

• “I’m not stupid. I’m just not smart”

• *tries to hit someone with a decapitated mannequin head that has swim goggles on and fake blood coming out of its eyes*

• “you ignant”

• “I hope she chokes”

• “I had to sit at the edge of my chair, feet flat on the floor and hold my horn”

• “I don’t want to get my freaking hair done”

• “he hates my moms guts” “yeah no shit”

• “ok. Can you go cry over there”

• “Fuckin Jurassic world”

• “will you please beat up my mom”

• *drops phone purposefully* *immediately gets scared*

• “I want a new mom” “then break her”

• “did you just say what’s frog juice”

• *freshman walk by* “oh shit there’s a parade of them”

• “that five year old king is a queen”

• “Join the ranks”

• “Garrett’s carressing the computer” “cool”

• “You’re going into my dragons mouth”

• “Don’t snap my crab”

• “Crab breaking black belt”

• “are you milking the crab”

• “Cameron buttered my lemons”

• “Mixed with god”

• “What’s the juice”

• “I’m your bestie and you won’t even tell me the juice”

• “Let’s amazon.com this”

[chordstrvck-blog]

sharp gray eyes size up their unwanted companion through a lung-staled waft of smoke. “ ‘ey. ”  a tip of the chin. cigarette ash darts to pavement. crunch. eddie grinds that shit in, real good. nothin’ like a pair of trusty docs to do the trick. “ what the fuck’s your damage ? ”

or alternatively :  yo, yo, whassgood ?  the name’s liana ( she/her/hers ) and i am so friggin’ hyped to bring you my spoopy lil’ music man, eddie williams !!  below the cut you’ll find a big hodge-podged mess of facts, potential connects, and other delicious chips of info. his favorites are hoppin’ jalapeno crunch tators, thanks for fuckin’ askin’. (   imagine how heartbroken he’ll be when frito lay discontinues them in the 90′s... rest in spaghetti never forgetti.    )

— ❝ wait is that THOMAS HAYES ? or is that KEITH EDISON “EDDIE” WILLIAMS who arrived in las vegas TWENTY-THREE years ago? HE is TWENTY-THREE years old. last time i checked they were a GUITARIST IN CRIMSON & CLOVER / ARTIST AT ATOMIC TATTOOS . rumour has it they’re very BEGUILING and very HARUM-SCARUM. the CISMALE reminds me of SAY WHAT YOU WILL BY FASTWAY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH, DOMESTIC ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DRUG USE/ABUSE, MENTIONS OF ADDICTION.

eddie is the lovely ivy williams [ @poiseonxivy​ ] ’s older brother !  they grew up in a contentious household here in vegas, with an abusive alcoholic for a father and a complacent/despondent mother. fed up with the abuse and chaos, their mother walked out on them when eddie was 13. he and ivy caught her in the act, and this savage kid called her out for being a coward and opened the fuckin’ door for her. “ die in a ditch, ”  is the last thing he ever said to that sorry waste of a woman.

naturally, things with their father only got worse. he was quick to provoke and impossible to please. the williams siblings had to step up to upkeep their home, make sure bills got paid, etc., all while receiving the worst of it from their father. ivy, as the youngest, was blamed for the family’s downfall. eddie got berated and slurred at for his tendency to peruse his sister’s things, paint his middle fingers interesting colors, ask her to do his makeup on halloween. his father was the first person to ever look eddie in the eye and call him a faggot, and, well... that shit dug deep.

it’s not that he’s overly concerned about it. hell, labels are fuckin’ dumb, alright? he’d sooner be gagged with a spoon than told he has to live his life all boxed up. he doesn’t care that the lady at the bar’s stunning and so is the guy pourin’ her drink, alright? what he does care about is... what if he is that thing his dad said? what if he... what if he is the man his dipshit dad saw in him ?

guitarist in el’s band, crimson & clover !  the band formed several years ago and has been playing gigs ever since. it’s definitely made him grow as a guitarist :  you can frequently find eddie chilling on fire escapes experimenting with new riffs and the like. he’s absolutely got that band aesthetic ––  distressed tees, tight pants, leather, leather, leather. doc martens. beat up sneaks. jaw-length hair, wavy. usually teased on stage and left to its own devices off-stage. music has always been an escape for him, especially from the hellscape that was his childhood home. catch him chillin in el’s record shop, cig in hand, blissed out to the latest rock releases blasting in his headphones.

jake wheeler’s next-door neighbor / best friend !  we have yet to plot about this, but that’s a wc eddie fills & we could do something with that, too!

tw: drugs, abusive tendencies, mild violence.  eddie’s genetics do predispose him to addiction. and, unfortunately, this bitch way more than dabbles in a haphazard lifestyle. he’s BIG into psychedelics, stimulants. alcohol. acid. he’ll pulverize the occasional bar asshole’s face. make fights out of nothing. but s’not a problem, alright ? he’s cool. he’s cool.   (  this guy’s a sinkin’ ship in heavy ass denial.  )

art. tattooing.  art has also played a pivotal role in eddie’s life. from a very young age, he created edgy doodles: skeletons in their sunday best, ghost cartoons carrying guns. the late 60′s/early 70′s saw his school notebooks filling with vietnam-inspired strips, doodles, and sketches. he used to draw “tattoos” on his fellow delinquents during detention in sharpie ink. gave himself his first poke tattoo on his ankle  ( a scrawled so what ? )  in eighth grade. now, he works as a tattooist at atomic tattoos. always flirts with the clientele. and they always leave happy.

tw: death. wears a dharma wheel pendant at all times, tucked beneath his shirt or, if he’s shirtless, just out in the open. he’ll say he found it in the street, but it actually belonged to a guy he started seeing his senior year of high school, in secret.  glenn farley. he was older, around 27, but he offered up the first safe place eddie’d ever known. dude disappeared close to eddie’s graduation. eddie stayed angry for a long time, until his photo turned up in the obits :  glenn was killed in a hit-and-run outside a dive bar.

on the topic of sexuality & gender expression :   eddie honestly couldn’t give a flyin’ shit. he’s of the belief that existence shouldn’t be coded or explained. so, yeah, he’s male. and yeah, he’ll be attracted to whomever he pleases. but in a time where that shit’s not too common? not too accepted? he does feel like he’s playing hide-and-seek. it’s exhausting. and... there’s still something that nags him, at the back of his mind, when he decides to hook up with a guy. it’s all tied up with his family history ( see the stuff about his dad above ) .

eddie is very outspoken & unfiltered. he won’t mince his words; he’ll speak bullets without considering the exit wound. 

he’d much rather have coffee and cigarettes than a meal. but if he’s gotta have food? and you’re forcing him? cinnamon waffles with ten gallons of syrup. delicious.

wears rings because hell, if he’s gonna punch you, he wants that shit to hurt.

smells like tobacco and amber and fresh-fallen rain.

likes makeup. tends to get away with some eyeliner/eyeshadow on stage, but typically doesn’t wear any day-to-day. maybe some eyeliner on his waterline, but... he’s learned how to get by.

cross his sister and he’ll eat your face for breakfast.

default greeting: blinking at you like you’re offending him by taking in the same air.

honestly he’s never thought to leave vegas. he likes it here. his crew? they’re good people. as in reckless. fun.

has almost a full sleeve on his left arm, and two bands curling around his right bicep. one ear pierced, but doesn’t always wear an earring there.

can he offer you a winter green lifesaver in this trying time ??

goes by eddie or williams. call him keith and he can’t be held responsible for what happens to you. the only person who’s got keith privileges is his kid sister.

thomas hayes has brown eyes but eddie’s are a staggeringly light blue-gray. they look like ice. he’s 6′1 and that type of lanky that tends to look sleek, enticing, and mildly emaciated. he does have muscle to him, but the guy doesn’t eat very often and he’s on a steady diet of destructive habits, so... he’s got that matty healy circa 2012 vibe going on

potential connects.

chaos crew. they hit the clubs. they try their hand at scheming and tricking the best poker leagues. chug beers, crush the cans, and toss ‘em in front of cars. experiment with drug cocktails and haunt the town. all laughs and dilated pupils and forgetting, forgetting, forgetting the cracks in their ribs, the scabs on their knuckles. nothin’ hurts when your blood pumps this quick.

diner pal.  eddie rolls up to his favorite diner in the wee hours of the morning. 2am, 3am. when he can’t sleep or he’s comin’ down from a heckish night, he’s there, whole pitcher of coffee and a stack of waffles. mussed hair. an entire encyclopedia of wild stories. one night, he stumbled into this person’s booth high as all shit, and they’ve been inviting themselves to one another’s tables ever since. could be a romantic connection. could be platonic.

ex on bad terms.  kid’s got commitment issues. i’d love to give them a source.

fuckbuddies.  they could just be friends who get fucked and do the deed. maybe there’s feelings. maybe it’s a you service me, i’ll service you situation. either way, they’re indulgent. they’re reckless. and they’ve got no regard for any damage they’ll cause.

people he’s tattooed.  

sworn enemies.  acerbic words, gnashing teeth, icy glares. they’ll cross the fuckin’ street just to avoid being within a ten-foot radius of one another.

caretaker.  a friend ( or even stranger ) who’s taken it on themselves to monitor this maelstrom. all i can say is... good friggin’ luck, kid.

obviously there are so many more but this is just a list to get some juices flowing !

if you want to plot, please feel free to message me !!  i’m headed to the gym now but after that i’ll hit up the starter tags !!  so flipping excited to write with you goons !!