#everyone go play cats are liquid... NOW!!!!

[ballsalsda]

Lets revive the cats are liquid fandom... Together

[hanjsquokka]

Swim - [ Lee Know ]

🎸 SYNOPSIS : After a nasty break-up with your loser ex, you head to your favorite club to let loose, when the bartender catches your eye. He's managed to make you laugh more than you had all week and slowly you find yourself losing focus on his words and more on his veiny hands.

GENRE : smut, strangers to potential lovers

PAIRING : lee know × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : smut (warnings under the cut!), cocky minho, mentions of cheating (not between minho and reader), drinking

WORD COUNT : 1.7K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : (Part of my Stray Kids × Chase Atlantic series special for their sixth anniversary). Lee Minho. Where do I even start with this man. I think I started to notice more of him during the Oddinary Era videos (because of his purple hair 🧎‍♀️). I feel like out of all of them, I'm very much similar to him. I like him a lot because of that. Also his cats :( I think seeing him transformed me into a 75% cat person now lmao.

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNING : hand kink, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), piv, semi-public sex, use of nicknames (doll, bunny), choking (fem receiving), clothed sex (?), reader drinks a little but no drunk sex, everyone is sober and consenting!

“Three shots of vodka please.” You said as you slid onto the bar stool, eyes on the bartender's back as he nodded and prepared your drink, handing you three shot glasses and leaned against the counter. You adjusted the hem of your short dress once you noticed a guy eyeing you with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

“Rough day?” The bartender asked, watching you down a glass.

“How do you know?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Everyone's out here drinking gin tonics and beers. Call it a hunch, I guess.” He shrugged, making you chuckle and thread your fingers together, watching the man with newfound interest. Brown hair hung over his eyes, the middle part showing a bit of his forehead. His lips were rosy (and very kissable at first impression). His biceps strained against the black button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up giving you a perfect view of his veiny arms and hands… Oh god — his hands. “So what's gotten the fine lady in a bad mood?” He asked, his big eyes focused on yours.

You drummed your nails against your glass. “I'll let you guess.”

“Let's see…” He cocked his head to the side, “boss yelled at you? Fired? Friends?” You shook your head. Finally, his eyes light up, “Ah… vodka, hanging out at the bar instead of the floor, your phone's practically a vibrator at this point — broke up with your man?”

“He's an asshole.” You huffed and took another shot, the burning liquid flowing down your throat made you cringe but you welcomed the floating feeling that followed afterwards. You weren't a lightweight, a few vodka shots weren't going to make you dead drunk, but you felt better. “He went out to a party, got wasted and fucked someone — two someone's as per his friend. And then had the fucking audacity to beg for another chance.”

He laughed. “Sounds about right.” A song started to play in the background — most likely by the performing group (3RACHA or something?) of the night since there were cheers all around. He turned around and then back again, placing a glass of ice cold beer in front of you. “On the house. That guy is an asshole. You deserve much better.”

“You don't even know me.”

“Any girl like you deserves better than a cheating bastard.”

You laughed, the smile brightening on your face as you kept talking to the man, who introduced himself as Minho. Minho. You liked that name. You liked your name rolling off his tongue even more when he repeated it after you, saying it again after tending to a few other customers. You stole glances at his hands when you thought he wasn't looking, the prominent veins underneath his smooth skin made your face flush as dirty thoughts clouded your mind.

“Do you stare at everyone's hands, or is it just mine?” The smug smile on his face paired with the glint in his eyes — he knew what you'd been doing. You turned red, trying to stammer some sort of response but it died out once you noticed that he didn't look like… he was bothered by it. “I feel honored.” He leaned forward, fingers pulling out some invisible leaf from your hair as he whispered, “wanna tell me what you were thinking about, doll?”

You gave a very intelligent response. “Uh…”

He smirked, looking away from you to tell one of the other bartenders that he was going to get more glasses from the back before telling you in a low voice, “Wait here for a few minutes and then go through the employees only door in the back.” You couldn't muster an answer before he winked and left.

Your heart was thudding in your chest. Were you actually going to do it? Follow a bartender you met a few hours ago? Something inside you was telling you to go for it. Sure, there was a possibility of you walking straight into a trap, but there were so many times he could've done something to you the whole night and he did nothing but lift your spirits. He'd managed to make you laugh more than you had all week.

You downed your last shot before getting up and going to where he instructed you to. No one batted an eye as you slipped through the clearly labeled employees only door and carefully walked into the dimly lit place that looked to be a janitor's closet when a finger tapped on your shoulder and you were met with Minho's big eyes again.

“Now that we're alone…” The muffled sound of music still played from behind the door, “what were you thinking when you were staring at my hands, hm?” You swallowed, Minho's finger traced your jawline before resting underneath your chin, making you look straight at him.

“W-Well…”

“Words, bunny.”

The nickname turned your ears red. “Y-You might be right…”

“Might?”

“Fine.” There was no going back anymore. “I was thinking… certain things about your hands.”

“Like what?”

“How they'd…” You bit your lip. “How they'd feel inside me… or… around m-my neck.”

“Good bunny.” He smirked. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Please.”

He wasted no time joining his lips with yours, practically devouring you as he pushed against the wall, tongue sliding into your mouth and meeting yours. His hands rested on your waist, squeezing the flesh as he deepened the kiss. Sloppy and messy, things only got more heated as the minutes flew by. He detached from you and instead peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Your palm was flat against his chest, feeling his muscles tensing beneath your skin. He nipped at a spot on your neck that made heat pool between your thighs, an unintelligible sound leaving your mouth.

“Oh, you liked that?” He bit down again in the same spot, hard enough to leave a mark before smoothing over it with his tongue.

“Please…” You whimpered.

“Please what?”

“N-Need you. Your fingers.”

“Where do you need them bunny?” He was teasing you. You could see that. But you had just about enough of it. You took his hand and guided it between your parted legs, right onto your covered crotch. “You're soaking. Just thinking about my hands did this to you?” You nodded. He rubbed your clothed pussy, making your head fall onto his shoulder, the feeling nearly making your knees buckle and he barely even did anything. He pulled his hand away and tapped his finger against your lips, “Suck.”

You wasted no time in doing exactly what he said, wrapping your pink lips around his two fingers and coating them with your saliva. He chuckled, taking them out and slipping off your panties from underneath the short dress you were wearing, rubbing over your folds and your clit. You moaned at the simple touch which made him chuckle. He prodded at your hole before a digit entered inside you and you could've cum from just the feelings. “Oh god…”

He inched his finger inside and slowly began moving it in and out, adding another finger when he heard the sweet, sinful sounds escaping your lips, scissoring you open. “Look at you. Already fucked out from just my fingers. How are you even going to be able to handle my cock, hm?”

“I-I can do it. Want your cock. W-Want you to fill me up, Minho, p-please —” You were cut off by your own whimper as he pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves. You were clenching around his fingers, almost able to taste your orgasm when he stopped and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss, your climax crumbling away.

“The only way you're cumming —” He undid his belt and pulled his pants down along with boxers so his dick could spring out. “On my cock.” And it was big. Fuck. You drooled at the sight of his thick cock, the leaky mushroom tip and the vein that ran along his length and then his heavy balls — holy shit. “Get on that table for me.” He nudged his head towards the small desk table. You scrambled to get there, laying down on the cold wood, your wet pussy on full display for him. “Such an obedient bunny.” He ran the tip of his dick along your folds, only entering you slowly after you whined for him to just put it in.

And he was big. He just kept going and going until you felt the head brush against your cervix. You felt impossibly full, head swimming in ecstasy. Through your half-lidded eyes, you could see he was struggling to keep his composure, eyebrows taut as he held your hips down. Once you gave him the go ahead, he wasted no time in setting a quick pace. Your moans echoed off the walls. The music from outside was like a background track for the sinful deed you were doing.

The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim.

“Pussy so fucking tight — even after I stretched you out with my fingers —” Minho grunted, angling his hips so that he was hitting that spot inside you that made you see white with every thrust. You were babbling incoherently, much to his amusement. “Did I fuck my bunny dumb already?” One of his free hands reached up and wrapped around your throat. You opened your eyes again, the sight of his veiny arms making you clench impossibly tighter. He let out a groan, squeezing your neck to restrict your breathing a little.

You could feel your orgasm approaching again, your moans turned into high pitched whimpers, his name leaving your mouth like a mantra as you convulsed, cumming around his cock, milking him dry. He let put a string of curses as his thrusts turned sloppy and uncoordinated before he came inside you, fucking his seed into you until he was spent and slowed down.

The two of you were silent, panting to catch your breath.

“Block your loser ex. I'm the one who's going to make you feel like this. With my mouth. With my fingers. And with my dick. Over and over again.”

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[gatheringbones]

[“Turns out that being a lesbian outside of the privacy of your own home was quite hard. I’m not talking about the various manifestations of homophobia—oh, that old thing. I’m talking about scoring. Picking up chicks. (As it turns out, I would come to prefer the type of woman few would recognize as female, the type who would cheerfully deck you if you called her a chick, but might, if I were lucky, see me as such: a chick, a babe, a femme fox.)

In the oeuvre of Mr. Spillane, being a lesbian seemed so easy, like shooting fish in a barrel. In my favorite lesbian novels, No Blonde is an Island and My Gun is Quick, all a gal had to do was brush up against another woman by the water cooler and, watch out, the sapphic sparks would surely fly. Lesbianism was something any woman could do, no special equipment, messy creams or liquids were required.

But when I walked into my first dyke bar in New York City, I had a rude awakening. It was like transferring to a new high school. No, it was worse than that. A new junior high school. You walk into the class on the first day and everyone turns to stare. Your clothes, your hair, the way you move, it’s all wrong. You have to change everything or die a horrible and lingering death.

I guess the moral of this story is that there are some pursuits, such as lesbianism, that one can’t learn from a book, no matter the author. A more crass sort might make some tasteless jokes at this juncture about “boning up” on lesbianism, or about “hands-on experience,” but the reader can be assured this dyke will not sink to that level.

I watched the other women dancing, talking, flirting. All transactions were conducted in a lingo as incomprehensible to me as straight guy sports speak. My late-seventies disco fever look was out of place here. Everyone looked like they’d raided the closet of their bigger, older brother while he was out repairing refrigerators.

I was the only one wearing makeup.

Someone approached me: “This is a gay bar.” I shriveled up and a gust of wind blew me out into the street.

I had no skills. No lesbian skills. I was stared at, rather than cruised, at the bars. I couldn’t find a way of singnaling to another dyke that I was open for business, a friend of Dorothy, in the life, on the bus. Let alone desperately horny.

Somehow I managed a few invites to lesbian parties. I’d figured out that wearing lipstick was wrong, but I was still doing it. I’m such a congenital WASP that my lips disappear without makeup; I couldn’t imagine having sex without lipstick. I had tried to pull a lesbian look together: oversized second-hand men’s clothes, an unbuttoned black vest, but Annie Hall does not work on someone five feet tall.

Nor could I play softball. When something is thrown at me, even if it is specifically designed for that purpose, I automatically duck. All I had going for me in the lesbian skill department was ownership of a cat. Enough to break the ice, but not cinch the deal.

Certainly I couldn’t just come out and ask some other dyke to show me the ropes, so to speak. The seventies were still going on even though it was now the eighties. Feminism and lesbianism had kind of merged, become one big multinational entity with Andrea Dworkin as CEO. You had to be sneaky to get laid.

Yikes. It had been so easy with men. All you had to do was bend over at the bowling alley and something would happen.

After two years, the drought ended. I saw a sign that advertised: “Double-X-Rated Christmas Party for Women.” The party was held in the basement of a Catholic church. Perhaps the priests had passed out upstairs and had no idea what was going on. Or perhaps the priests were the drag queens working the bar. Nevertheless, I was there as soon as the doors opened. And the doors were not the only thing that opened.

I walked into the basement where the party was taking place and saw rows of thrift store tuxedoes, second-hand prom dresses. The doorperson made it clear that these outfits could be borrowed for the evening. After they checked their coats, many party-goers were borrowing outfits from the racks and disappearing into the bathroom to amend their attire. As the evening went on, I noticed more and more women trading in their flannel and denim for sharkskin and taffeta.

At this, my first encounter with the women who produced the WOW Festival and would later open the WOW Cafe in a tiny linguini-shaped storefront on East Eleventh Street, I fell in love. In love with all of the women, with their outrageousness, their unruly desire. I wanted desperately to be a part of whatever it was they were doing…if the WOW Cafe had been a support group for lesbian skeet shooters, that’s what I’d be doing now.

Instead, I found theater, or it found me. And the theater, it seemed, offered a wonderful solution to my involuntary celibacy: the casting couch. In theater you are encouraged to have sex with as many people as possible; it’s an integral part of the process. At least at WOW it seemed like the shows were almost an afterthought to the flirting, a byproduct of the endless parties where women of every imaginable gender rubbed up against each other.

This last paragraph reads like a natural cue to cross-fade to the Story of the First Girlfriend, doesn’t it? At this point, I should see a stranger across a crowded room, our eyes should lock, and the violins should swell like wieners on the grill. But this scene isn’t part of my coming-out story. Who even remembers my first girlfriend? Not me. I remember lots of bodies, I remember rooms lit by lots of small lights, and above all else, I remember lots and lots of Rolling Rock. This movie doesn’t end with a soft-focus closeup on two women kissing; this is a coming-out story that crescendos into a crowd scene. It’s a wide-angle shot. The climax of my coming-out scenario isn’t a closeup on a lesbian couple but a panorama of a lesbian world.”]

holly hughes, from what comes first, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

[delcakoo]

stupefy ‧₊˚ ⚡︎𓈒 p.js

for the anon who requested ravenclaw reader getting locked in a closer w slytherin jay, hope u find this :c

SUMMARY ! playing spin the bottle with your brother and his troublemaking companions results in you getting locked in a closet with his best friend, who seems to have noticed your staring throughout the night.

PAIRING ! slytherin!jay x ravenclaw!f!reader

WC ! 1.4K

GENRE ! sprinkle of fluff (?), slight suggestive, implied sexual themes from hee’s friends

WARNINGS ! making out, jay pulls your tie (so rude smh), he’s only cocky for a bit then he’s a blushy loser, mc is teased for being ravenclaw, hees being a terrible brother + his friends are just as bad

a/n: WHY DO I ALWAYS DELETE ASKS I FEEL SO BAD :c take this tiny jay fic cuz of anon’s indulging in my slytherin jay antics grhrgehbrgh

“YOUR TURN, Y/N!”

instead of being asleep like the rest of your nerdy house was, you were down in the potions room playing spin the bottle with the slytherins — or more specifically, your older brother heeseung and his annoyingly loud friends.

you've come to know a few of them quite well, especially one named park jay. it was as if the boy was sculpted by a greek god; perfect pointy nose and jawline sharper than a snake’s fang, cat-like eyes always seemingly harsh enough to pierce right into your very soul.

you were almost in a trance side-eyeing him half the night, but the sound of your name makes your head snap up, nervously adjusting your glasses, "h-huh?

“aw, look at the lil' raven," a girl named karina hisses in amusement, "it's your turn, cutie. don't be shy." you'd think heeseung, being your older brother and all, would stand up for you by now and tell his friends to play nice. but the slytherin male only smirked just as evilly as the rest of his housemates, staring down at you through his wavy black bangs without a hint of empathy. it really was a wonder how the two of you were even related.

as you gulp and move to grab the bottle, you feel jay's gaze sharpen on you even further.

please, please, anybody but him. you doubt you'd survive being in the supply closet with jay for more than a minute, any more than that and you'd probably faint on the spot.

with a last shaky breath you release the bottle, everyone turning silent as the glass quietly spins and spins. before you know it, the bottle begins slowing down. it goes past everyone at the table: first sunghoon.. karina…. heeseung.. yeonjun..

you freeze.

the bottle stops, and in utter horror, you look up to see the face of park jay smirking down at you, mischief evident in his shimmering pupils. of course your luck had to fall down the drain at the worst times, it was all too predictable. karina cackles, “yah, isn’t this too mean? jay, go easy on her!”

you desperately look at your big brother, who you always looked up to for help, but the emotionless boy is already pushing you towards the supply closet with a sinful grin, sunghoon doing the same to jay next to you. “w— hold on, hee i don’t want—“

“have fun!” slam.

you continue staring at the locked door, dumbstruck as the voices of the other slytherin’s slowly fade away. in one hopeless attempt of desperation, you reach up to test the handle a few times. the last source of light illuminating the room full of strange ingredients and liquids was a single hanging lantern, only increasing the dreadful mood.

“sunghoon has the key,” a raspy voice provides. you turn, eyes finally locking with jay’s as he perchs up against the wall, arms crossed calmly. you weren’t sure what it is you were expecting from this unlucky scenario, but it definitely wasn’t the usually wreckless slytherin maintaining a respectful distance from you.

though you notice that unlike your brother, his gaze reflected genuine emotion; a hint of pity showing through his pupils as you glue yourself to the ground anxiously. he looks even more perfect up close despite his untucked shirt and loose green tie, black cloak almost falling off on one side.

it’s tranquil for another moment before jay speaks up again, running ring-attired fingers through his raven bangs. “why were you staring at me?”

your mind blanks, unprepared for such a sudden call out. “i.. i wasn’t.. i didn’t stare at you,” you mumble pathetically.

the slytherin looks at you again with a knowing simper. you swear he whispered ‘cute’ under his breath, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it before he replied, “during spin the bottle,” jay refers. “don’t think i didn’t notice. your little glasses don’t hide anything.” with no response, you tilt your head down in shame and embarrassment.

suddenly, the boy pushes off the wall, stalking towards you ever so slowly. when you try to step back in response, a shelf full of potions nearly tips over as your back stabs into it.

you gasp at the contact, facing forward again to see jay right up in your space, hands pinning your sides in with a brow raised. “do you have a crush on me or something?”

you choke in horror, “what!? no!” he brings his face even closer to yours, watching for a reaction. when you don’t bother making an effort to escape or even turn your head away, he chuckles, small fangs poking through his pink lips as he realises you want this just as much as him.

before you can process it, the boy has taken your perfectly done blue tie through his fingers, rubbing down the material leisurely. “tsk tsk tsk.. little ravenclaws like you shouldn’t lie, could get you in trouble.” he suddenly yanks your tie harshly, grasping the material as you’re tugged towards him with a yelp, lips centimetres from his plump ones. “i can feel your heart racing,” he snickers.

you aren’t sure how you haven’t passed out yet; he was undeniably stunning up close, black bangs covering bits of his eyes, tongue poking out to moisten his chapped lips as he holds you against the shelf.

with a breathy exhale, you slowly reach a hand up to place against his own defined torso, grinning at the feeling of his own heart beating rapidly out of his chest. ”i can feel yours too,” you fire back teasingly.

at that, his smug expression staggers for a moment, processing your boldness in surprise. then, he smiles, reaching up to push a loose hair strand behind your ear. “caught me there.”

your smile grows a fraction. “jay,” you mutter, glancing at the locked door. the slytherin hums in acknowledgment, the sharp tip of his nose poking your own. “can you..”

he waits, “can i what, princess?”

you swallow, fingers wrapping all the way around the large wrist that’s calmly raking through your hair. “kiss me?”

jay’s cocky smirk returns, tilting his head evilly, “what’s the magic word? c’mon, ravenclaw’s should know all their manners,” he taunts.

your jaw ticks in irritation. instead of doing as the taller boy asks, you don’t think twice before switching your positions, pressing him into the shelf while kissing him just as you please.

jay groans in alarm at the feeling of your soft lips moving against his, visibly having an inner debate on teaching you a lesson or letting you have your fun. it seems he chooses the second option, allowing your hands to roam into his jet black roots while gently cupping your cheek as if you were a vase; broken into pieces if he touched you any rougher.

after a couple minutes more, you separate for air, staring at each other with glazed out irises. it was clear who had more experience; jay breathing half steadily while you nearly pant your lungs out, lifting a hand to wipe your steamed up glasses.

“do you think your brother’s gonna beat me up?” he suddenly asks, though not looking scared in the slightest.

you scoff in amusement, “no, he doesn’t care about me. he’s the one who pushed me in here, remember?” feeling irritated by the mere thought of heeseung, you step closer again to kiss him and distract the both of you, right when a lock clicking reaches your ears.

the closet is aggressively jerked open, a flood of light shining into the storage room. “time’s up, jay! get off the poor thing—“

everyone peeping into the closet pauses in confusion, taking in the sight of you caging a boy much bigger than you against a shelf, lips swollen and hair a mess as jay blushes in humiliation, pushing you off of him.

first sunghoon giggles, then heeseung begins to cackle, before they’re all laughing, grabbing jay’s shoulders and pushing him around, pinching his red cheeks and ruffling his hair even further. “getting pushed around by hee’s little sister? a ravenclaw, really bro?” yeonjun snickers playfully.

with that, the group of slytherin’s begin to walk off without sparing you another glance, much too preoccupied teasing the black haired boy. you begin to chuckle for a moment, feeling proud of yourself until through the midst of the chaos, jay meets your eyes furiously.

he rudely points at you, then raises it to his neck, making a cut throat motion.

you had a terrible feeling this wouldn’t be your last encounter with your brother’s best friend.

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[hoonieswhore]

Do Revenge.

Synopsis: Last year you scared your boyfriend for Halloween and that night, he swore that he'd get his revenge on the next Halloween night. Now, dressed as Ghost Face, he decided to scare you and fulfill one of your dirtiest fantasies.

+18. Contains smut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU'RE GETTING BLOCKED.

Word count: 4,5k

Warnings: Smut. Roleplay. Knife play. Oral sex. Fingering. Dirty talk. Daddy kink. Unprotected sex (don't do it irl). Breeding kink. Cum play. Edging. Overstimulation. Finger sucking. Choking. Dacryphilia. Spit. Scratching. Manhandling. Strength kink. Degradation. Slight pet play. Cum eating. Praise kink.

Happy Halloween everyone, hope you like this GhostFace!Hoon fic that's been in my drafts since September🫶

“Wait!” your boyfriend exclaimed. “Check this out,” his hand slipped in the bag, pulling out a mask. “Cool costume, huh?” He smirked, fangs on full display as his eyebrows went up and down.

“Ghostface?” You frowned, a faint smile appearing on your face, “I thought you hated scary movies.”

“Well, I do…” He blushed, shrugging as he shoved the mask into the bag again. “But you love the Scream movies.” The boy leaned closer to whisper in your ear. “And I know about your dirty little fantasy.” His hand found a comfortable place on your waist as he pulled you closer to his figure. “So I thought we could play a little before I wear it at Jake's Halloween party~”

Your boyfriend was open to a lot when it came to sex. You both tried a lot of things and found out that you both were into roleplay, so he thought that it would be fun to cosplay as the villain of one of your favourite sagas.

“Wanna play psycho killer?” you teased him, earning an eager nod from the taller boy. “Can I be the helpless victim?”

“Fuck yeah, I'd love that so much, kitten.” He leaned down, crashing his lips against yours as you giggled against his mouth before kissing him back. After a few minutes, you pulled away, the boy's lips following yours as he tried to kiss you again.

“Stop~ we need to go baby, we promised Jay that we'd help him to move out.” You said, earning a sigh from your boyfriend as he pulled away from your embrace. He begrudgingly left the bag with the costume on the couch before he made his way back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Let's go baby girl… At this point, he should pay us for helping him.” He said, walking towards the door as you followed his steps, laughing at your boyfriend sulking before you headed to Jay's apartment.

Five days have passed since Sunghoon got his costume for Halloween. The real reason behind getting that costume was actually revenge. Last year, on Halloween night, you decided to scare him, dressing up as a ghost. It was an innocent scare but he was such a scaredy cat that he actually got mad at you for a few hours until you showered him in hugs and kisses. In your defense, you didn't expect him to get so scared at your little prank. Now, it was time for payback and he had the perfect idea.

It was late at night, your boyfriend was at your friend's house playing video games or at least, that's what you thought. You were in the kitchen, making some popcorn as you got ready to watch a movie. Standing on your tiptoes, you grabbed a glass from the cupboard, setting it on the counter. You walked towards the fridge, grabbing the bottle of soda before you went back to your previous spot, opening the cap and pouring the dark bubbly liquid into the glass. You closed the lid again, ready to take it back to its place until your phone caught your attention. The screen went completely white, the letters spelling your boyfriend's name as it slightly moved on the counter due to its vibration.

You smiled, your hands left the bottle, instantly reaching your phone as you picked it up. “Hey, how's it going?” you talked, waiting for his answer but it never came, you could only hear someone's breathing for a few seconds. “Sunghoon, come on.” You rolled your eyes, the person at the other side of the phone kept breathing. “Answer me or I'll hang up.”

“Do not hang up the phone or you'll pay for it.” A deep and strange voice talked back, making you frown. “Now tell me, pretty girl, what's your favourite scary movie?” You pulled the phone away from your ear, checking the name on the screen again to make sure that it was your boyfriend. Completely dumbfounded, you took the phone back to your ear before you spoke.

“Who is this?” you asked, clearly confused about the situation but you were getting slightly scared as you felt someone watching you, the same feeling that you've been having since Sunghoon left the house.

“Just someone,” the voice replied, “tell me, do you have a boyfriend? You look too pretty to be single.” That phrase sent shivers down your spine. “Especially in that oversized black shirt, I like the butterfly on it.” You gulped, looking down at your shirt as you started to wonder how they knew.

“Listen, creep, leave my boyfriend's phone right now and stop fucking talking to me.” You said angrily before hanging up. You quickly pocketed your phone and took the bottle back to the fridge. You grabbed the popcorn and the glass, making your way towards the living room and setting everything on the coffee table as you sat on the couch. You reached the remote, turned on the TV and looked for a good movie as you tried to forget about the call, thinking that it was just probably one of the boys messing with you.

You took your phone out of your pocket, looking for the movie list that you saved before you got another call from your boyfriend.

“Listen, if you're not Sunghoon, don't fucking bother me.” You angrily said as soon as you picked up.

“Baby? Just wanted to check up on you,” he said, little did you know that he was trying to hold his laugh as he felt proud that his prank was working. Your boyfriend was a good actor. He knew that you wouldn't buy it if he didn't actually speak to you. “Everything okay, my love?”

“Y-yeah, just… did the boys take your phone by any chance?” You asked, starting to get actually worried about the call. If he had his phone, then why did you see his name on the screen when the creep called?

“Nope, it's been inside my pocket since I came here,” his words felt like a bucket of cold water falling on your back, sending shivers to your spine as you gulped. “Why are you asking, baby?”

“I-i-” you nervously stuttered, “nothing, must've been a glitch and a prankster…” Sunghoon smirked, noticing the fear in your voice as you tried to convince yourself. In fact, he never left the apartment, he was in the house, hiding in your shared bathroom. He knew you wouldn't check there since he told you that the door handle was broken and the locksmith was unavailable until Monday, which was obviously a lie.

“Are you sure, angel?” he inquired, checking himself on the mirror as he fixed the black robe of his costume, getting ready for the show.

“Yeah, hope you have fun with the boys! Bye my love.” You said, hearing a goodbye from him before you hung up. You took a deep breath, trying to forget the creep's voice talking about your current outfit. You tried to focus on picking a movie until you heard a noise coming from your bedroom. At first, you thought that it was your cat but she was peacefully sleeping on her bed, right under the TV.

Sunghoon licked his lips excitedly, ready for his little prank as he put the mask on. “It's showtime,” he said, turning on the voice modulator before he called you again.

“Do you miss me that much?” you teased him, ready to hear a yes when you heard something that you really didn't want to hear anymore.

“Aw, I thought you were the one who missed me,” the strange voice again. “I could probably visit you now since you're alone…” He opened the door, kicking it on purpose so you could hear the loud noise. The loud thud makes you get up from the couch.

“What the fuck do you want?” You asked, looking towards your bedroom before you looked at the kitchen.

“I just wanted to visit you~ I'm pretty sure you heard me.” He walked down the hall, crouching as he sneaked into the kitchen, watching your moves carefully as you made your way there. If there was someone in your house, you were going to show them that you weren't a damsel in distress. He was on the opposite side, hiding behind the island. He shut up, letting you hear his breathing as you opened a drawer, pulling out a knife.

“Where the fuck are you? Come out if you're that brave, fucking asshole.” You threatened as Sunghoon sneaked around the kitchen island, he took a glimpse of you, smiling at himself when he saw that you were looking at the other side. You took a step forward and he took his opportunity, getting up and standing behind you. “Where the fuck-” you couldn't finish the sentence as you felt a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your wrist, squeezing it and making you drop the knife on the counter. “Let me go!” You hit the masked man with your free hand, accidentally breaking his voice modulator as you squirmed, trying to escape from him.

“Hey- hey!” you recognized that voice, that voice that made you writhe and melt. You instantly stopped moving, recognizing his natural smell with a hint of his expensive perfume. You looked at your side, his veiny hand and slender elegant fingers along with his pretty nails, it was all familiar. “It's just me, okay?” He made you turn around, keeping his arm around your waist as his other hand pulled the mask up, letting you see his face.

“Sunghoon?” You asked, blinking a few times before you frowned, hitting his chest and shoulder. “You're an idiot, what if there was an actual creep or killer here?” You spat angrily, making him smirk.

“Did my baby girl get scared over a villain that she doesn't find scary?” He teased, making you pout.

“You know it's not the same in real life,” you said, hitting his chest once again before you sighed.

“I'm sorry my love, I just wanted some revenge for your little joke from last year.” He explained, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You're such an idiot,” you hit his biceps, making him laugh as he guided you backwards, caging you between his tall frame and the counter.

“I'm sorry angel, let me make it up to you,” he leaned forward, pressing a peck to your lips. “Let me fulfill your dirty fantasy~” he cooed, lips brushing against yours before he crashed them against yours in a passionate and steamy kiss.

You kissed him back, settling your hands on his strong chest as he pressed you against the counter, his member growing in his pants as he started grinding against you. His tongue poking at your bottom lip, quietly asking you for permission. You parted your lips, letting him slide his tongue in your mouth as your tongue found his, dancing together in a perfect rhythm.

After a good makeout session, you felt your pussy dripping with arousal as his cock was now completely hard. He bit down on your lip, tugging on it gently before he pulled away, panting as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Here's what we'll do, you're gonna go to our bedroom and wait for me,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

“What if I don't want to?” You asked, smirking at him as you watched his Adam's apple going up and down. Sunghoon's hand leaving your waist as he reached the knife behind you, placing the sharp and cold blade against your neck. “Please don't kill me, Mr GhostFace~" You pout at him, “if I let you fuck my tight pussy, will you let me live, please?”

His other hand went up, tugging on the mask to pull it down again, covering his face. “I'll let you live tonight… I must warn you, I like to be rough with pretty girls like you.” He says, tilting his head. “But don't worry princess, daddy will take good care of you~” he bit his lip under the mask, the hand that gripped your waist went up to your face, three of his long digits tapping your bottom lip, you knew what he wanted. You parted your lips for him, gaze fixed on his mask as he shoved his fingers in your mouth. You quickly started sucking on them, moving your tongue around his fingers and making sure that they were covered in your spit.

Sunghoon pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, making you choke on them as your eyes got teary. A beautiful sight if you asked him. You kept sucking on them, leaving them all nice and wet before he pulled them out of your mouth. The sharp blade left your neck as he dragged the point of the knife down your body until he reached your crotch. The boy pulled your shirt up, admiring the cute panties that you wore as he chuckled.

“Nothing but this?” he snickered, his free hand going down as well before he slid his pinky under the fabric, pulling it away from your cunt. “We don't need it~” he said, sliding the knife between the fabric and your skin. The dull part making contact with your soft skin made you whimper from its coldness before he cut the panties, repeating the same action at the other side of your underwear letting it fall on the kitchen floor.

His fingers traveled to your pussy, playing with your wet folds teasingly and making you moan. His index and middle finger circling your clit slowly as the blade went back to your throat. After a few minutes, he pushed one of his digits inside you, starting to thrust into you at a slow pace.

“F-fuck, feels so good daddy!” you moaned as Sunghoon slowed down, adding a second finger, making you clench around his digits. It doesn't matter how many times he fucked you with his fingers and his thick cock, he always prepped you, except when you acted like a brat.

“I wonder how you'll take my cock if you're already clenching like this, slut,” he teased you, shoving a third finger inside you as his pace got faster and rougher. His fingers hit your sweet spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. You moaned louder as you threw your head back, already feeling your orgasm approaching. Sunghoon knew your body, the way your legs trembled while your eyes rolled back, along with the way that your moans suddenly turned into whimpers, he knew that you were close.

He grinned under his mask, pulling his fingers out of you and earning a loud whine from you before you complained. “No, no, please, let me cum,” you begged but he only pressed the sharp blade against your throat again, making you shut up.

“You're not cumming yet,” he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pushed you down to kneel on the floor, keeping the blade on your neck. “Make me cum, whore.” He ordered, opening his robe and letting you see his boxers. You licked your lips as you saw the outline of his big dick hard as a rock, a stain of precum on the fabric of his boxers, making your mouth water.

Your boyfriend tugged on your hair, pushing your face against his crotch until your face was touching the fabric, your cheek hitting the cold and sticky wet patch on his underwear as his cock twitched. He let out a groan as he felt your lips kissing his clothed shaft. You gulped, pulling away from him, shaky small hands tugging on the hem of his underwear as you pulled it down, freeing his dick.

His eyes fixed on you as he watched you through the mask. You spat on his cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft to spread it before pumping his dick just the way he liked it. You kissed his tip, licking it teasingly and moaning at the taste of his precum before you started sucking on his tip. Your boyfriend let out a groan as he pressed the blade on your neck.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he deadpanned, you felt your pussy getting wetter at his harsh tone. You obliged, taking him deeper into your mouth, trying your best not to choke as you bobbed your head up and down. The boy threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth and how it felt around his cock as you sucked him off.

Your head going up and down faster as the boy moaned your name over and over again, thrusting into your mouth sometimes and making you choke on his cock. Tears running down your face as he starts fucking your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. His hand pulling your hair as he gets closer to his orgasm.

After a few more thrusts he groaned, pushing your head closer to his body as he came down your throat. You tried to swallow as much as you could as you kept sucking him off through his orgasm.

“Fuck, good girl~” he groaned, his voice deeper than before as he saw his cum dripping down your chin. “Pretty girls are always the messiest~” he shook his head as you pulled away from his cock, looking up at him innocently. His hand released your hair, brushing against your jawline until it reached your chin. He gathered the cum on his fingers, smearing it all over your cheeks and mouth. “So fucking pretty~” He whispered as you got up again.

“Mr Ghost Face~” you pouted, tugging on his robe as you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Can you please fuck me?” You asked him, earning a chuckle from him as he pushed you against the counter, putting the knife against your throat again, leaning closer until your face was an inch away from his.

“Is that why you sucked me off? Just because you want me to fuck you?” He snickered, shaking his head. “You're nothing but a cockslut, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you answered to his question, eagerly nodding. “I'm your cockslut, only yours, daddy.”

Sunghoon bit down on his lip, leaving the knife on the marble counter. He placed his hands on your hips, turning you around quickly and bending you over the counter, making you whine. His cock already hard as he took one of his hands down, grabbing the base of his cock as he pushed his tip inside your hole. You moaned at the stretch, trying to roll your hips back but he tightened his grasp on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Stay still or I won't let you cum.” He threatened, earning a nod from you. He smirked at your reaction, pushing the rest of his length inside you before he started thrusting in a slow pace to let you get used to his size. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, kitten.”

You let out a moan, enjoying the way his big cock stretched you out so well. After a few thrusts, the pain was replaced by pleasure. “Faster please,” you begged him. Sunghoon obliged, picking up his pace as he grabbed your shirt, tugging on it. The kitchen was now filled with the lewd sounds that fell from your mouth and his, along with the clapping sound of his hips against your ass.

You clenched your walls around his dick, hearing him groan under the mask as he kept his pace, his dick twitching inside you.

“Fuck, I'm not gonna last too long if you keep clenching like that, bitch,” he groaned, thrusting deeper and harder into you. One of his hands moving down to your core, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions, making you whine as you felt your orgasm getting closer.

“Fuck, wanna cum!” You exclaimed, feeling your body trembling. “P-please let me cum! I've been so good, please!” You begged him. The boy hovered over your body before he whispered in your ear, “cum for me, slut.” As soon as he pronounced those words, you came around his cock, clenching around him as he kept pounding. Tears rolling down your face from the overstimulation.

“I'm almost there baby, just a bit more,” he kept pounding, his thrusts getting sloppier as he was reaching his high. “Fuck-” he cursed, painting your walls white as he came, emptying his balls inside you and filling you up to the brim as he slowly thrusted. Sunghoon pants, pulling out of you as he moved the mask up, kneeling on the floor before he bit down on his lip. “Holy fuck, look at that pretty pussy~” He smirked, watching his cum oozing out of your cunt.

He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, burying his face into your cunt, lapping at your folds and swallowing the mix of your arousal and his cum. You shivered from the overstimulation as your boyfriend ate you out like a starved man. He shoved his tongue into your hole, cleaning the last drop of cum and swallowing it as he moaned against your core. He got up, licking his lips as he watched your trembling legs, pulling the mask down again to cover his face.

“Already shivering, baby?” He laughed, placing his hands on your waist as he made you turn around, amazed by the image in front of him. Your face was covered in tears and cum but in his eyes you looked beautiful. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands went down, stopping at the back of your thighs so he could pick you up.

“That felt so good, Hoonie,” You whispered, staring at the mask in front of you. He smirked under the mask before talking. “Well, you see, kitten…” he made his way towards the bedroom, “I'm not done with you yet.” Once you were inside your shared bedroom, he put you down on your back on the soft mattress, hovering over you.

Your boyfriend ground against your core, his soft dick rubbing between your folds, making you wetter with every move as he started to get hard again. His tip nudged against your clit, making you moan as he tugged on your wrists, pinning them above your head with just one hand.

“You're gonna be a good girl and keep your hands there, am I clear?” He orders, earning a nod from you. “Use your words.” He said in a harsh tone as he sat on his knees, taking off the costume robe. He placed his hand on your hips, aligning his tip with your entrance with his other hand. “Use your fucking words.” He ordered.

“Y-yes daddy! I'll keep them there.” You mumbled with a nod. He smirked, pushing his cock inside you until he was bottoming out. “Good girl,” he whispered before thrusting into you. His thrusts were sharp and hard as he started at a slow pace just to tease you. He looked at you, your pretty face was a mess, lips parted as you moaned his name. Your boyfriend picked up his pace, groaning as your moans got louder.

After a few minutes, he moved his hands to your legs, pulling them up as your ankles rested on his shoulders. His thrusts got deeper as you rolled your eyes back at the new angle, feeling his tip kissing your cervix. His hand traveled down to your clit as he started rubbing it, making you cry as you suddenly creamed his cock without warning. Your walls clenching around his shaft as you came hard. He hovered over you as he kept pounding into you, making you whine from the overstimulation.

“Such a beautiful whore~” he said with a groan. “Listen, since you've been so good, you're allowed to touch me~” In your fucked out state, you wrapped your arms around his waist, hands resting on his strong back before you dug your nails into his skin. He moaned at the sting, rolling his hips against yours.

Sunghoon slowed down a bit, his thrusts were deep and sharp, as he watched you trying to roll your hips to fuck yourself on his cock. He gave a hard thrust to make you stop before he picked up his pace again.

“Are you close, baby?” He asked, earning a whine from you that he took as a yes, knowing that you couldn't even speak from how good he made you feel, but he also knew you were close from how you clenched at his words. “Cum with daddy then~” his thrusts getting sloppier as he approached his own high. However, he kept his pace and after a few deep thrusts, he was cumming inside you again. The warm feeling of his cum painting your walls white triggered your own orgasm as you creamed his cock. A white ring of cum appeared on the base of his cock as he kept pounding through your orgasms, your nails leaving more scratches on his back as your walls milked him dry.

Tears of pleasure rolled down your face as you tried to catch your breath. Your boyfriend took his hand up, pulling off the mask and throwing it on the floor before he took his hands to your legs, wrapping them around his waist before his body flopped on top of yours without pulling out. He kissed your cheeks softly, kissing your tears away as he rubbed your waist gently.

“My good girl~ you took me so well, baby,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you softly. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You smiled at his words, shutting your eyes.

“Thanks daddy~ it felt so good.” You weakly mumbled, “but I'm really tired now.” You pouted at him, earning another kiss on your lips.

“Let me run us a bath so we can go to sleep later, okay?” He tried to get up but you hugged him tighter. “Baby~ come on, we need to get cleaned up.” He tried to convince you but you shook your head, opening your eyes to look at him with your best puppy eyes.

“Can we stay here for a bit?” You asked softly, “Just want to rest in your arms now, I don't care if I'm feeling sticky.” Your hands moved from his back to his face, cupping his cheeks as you pulled him into a kiss. “Please, Hoonie,” you mumbled between kisses. The boy didn't say anything, he just kissed you back as you felt his body weight fall on you again.

Once you pulled away, he talked. “Is it just me or that was the best sex we've ever had?” He grinned at you, making you blush as you nodded. “Guess it was a very good idea to get that costume~” He teased, making you giggle as you hit his bicep playfully.

“Oh shut up, you perv,” you rolled your eyes playfully as you both laughed before he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you softly as you melted into each other's arms.

[too-much-gacha]

Sweet dreams 1/4

disclaimer: this switches between referring to MC as MC and referring to MC as you, also is this extrovert!MC? I feel like it isn’t but maybe? I’m not sure. Also also, this can be read as romantic or platonic. Except for Luke. Luke is strictly platonic.

It's pretty common knowledge that ever since MC started consciously using magic, their room at House of Lamentation slowly became something akin to a mage’s tower. Though not in a “mansion-size extradimensional space in a kettle” way, but more in a “prevents unconscious use of magic from affecting everything around them” way. In hindsight- a particularly useful feature, when one's aware of how easily magic slips from the human exchange student when they're asleep.

In the beginning, it was small things: the house smelled like melted chocolate, butterflies in the greenhouse would blink at you with their wings or nearby flowers would recite disturbing rhymes. Soon things escalated. House of Lamentation is filled with liquid and everyone jumps at Levi for summoning Lotan again, but it’s not him. The liquid is actually… blueberry jelly? And Henry is outside his tank conversing with Satan’s pencil case about the latest discoveries within curses and hexes and how they relate to raising the prices of brushes for dogs, and after an hour or two it’s gone. Or that one time when suddenly Solomon had to run around Purgatory Hall trying to catch various potion ingredients when they decided to crown Luke as their Princes of The Pot Garden and carry him around. Things got hectic during one of the retreats at Demon Lord’s Castle. The film glitches during one scene and now instead of a dramatic reveal of the murderer there's a seal spinning in circles and a giant goose is chasing Mammon and Asmo and honking about eating cement and stolen homework in the UwU-voice. They are no longer in the Demon Lord's castle but in the car park of a supermarket, or rather the castle is the car park. And Mammon starts screaming bloody murder when the goose catches him in its beak. Then everything vanishes and MC wakes up, assuring they were watching the whole time and didn’t fall asleep. The puzzle pieces started to fall together after that, and that was one mystery solved. But why was MC falling asleep almost faster than Belphie? Well, the poor thing developed something akin to athletic heart syndrome. With so many stimuli, events and tasks happening every day, it became a default to always do something, be somewhere, help someone, play games with Levi, go clubbing with Mammon, pet Devildom cats with Satan bake with Luke, stop Solomon from baking with Luke, tinker with Thirteen, tea at demon Lord’s castle and so many more. Neither of those things bothered MC, they enjoyed each activity, but it became a norm to the point that if MC did something by themselves or just simply did nothing they’d fall asleep. Fortunately, for an identified problem, a more or less optimal solution can be found and everyone has their own idea of what to do when “a wild asleep MC has appeared”.

Lucifer

You were lying on the couch in Lucifer’s study, scrolling through Devilgram, while you waited for him to finish work.

You were planning on playing a round or two of chess after he’s done, but then Lucifer hears a thud. Your phone fell out of your hand.

Lucifer would come and cover you with his coat before going back to his task. He can handle a little unruly magic

But ultimately, when little fire creatures start jumping out of the fireplace and dancing together in circles, he decides that maybe it’s enough for today.

He puts your phone in his back pocket and picks you up, carrying you to your room, careful not to wake you up. Little fire sprites following right behind him.

You get tucked into bed with a little goodnight kiss on the forehead

And maybe just maybe if he will sometimes finish the rest of the documents while sitting in the bed with you

or maybe he’ll just leave them be and fall asleep with you

Satan

A lovely afternoon in the cat café by the park, herbal tea, pastries, whimsical cats and…

And you fell asleep, just as Satan was returning with a new bag of treats

Cats were starting to swarm around you as if you were their personal heater

If you were at HoL, reading together in his room or in the common room, he might have waited a bit, but this was the middle of the Devildom, so it was time to head home, but not before he could snap the picture of you surrounded by cats and sending it to the Cats group chat

As he carried you on his back, he felt something drop on his nose. There was no rain in the forecast for today, but that was chocolate dripping from the pink cloud hanging right above Satan’s head in a comically cartoonish way. Great. Just what he needed

He gets you both to your room, both sticky from syrup

the cloud dissipated somewhere around the kitchen, but it didn’t take all the syrup with it

“Did I fall asleep?” you ask drowsy

“Yes, do you want me to wash your hair? It’s all sticky from the chocolate.”

“Yes, please” he wonders if you registered what he said or was the reply purely automatic.

He washes your hair and does the same for himself. You wake up a bit more.

“To be honest. I’m having some munchies.” you hug him as he towels his hair. “Do you want some crackers and hot chocolate?”

Asmodeus

Nothing like a little self-care day with you putting on masks, styling each other's hair, painting nail–

“MC darling, you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fi–” a big yawn escaped you.

“Aww, I think somebody is sleepy” he accentuates it with a few head pats “I will run you a nice bath, and we can then snuggle up under blankets” you hummed in approval

He returned to his room to you sitting exactly the same, you even still had a hand raised mid-air like you were waiting for him to apply the next layer of nail polish, but the nail polish was applying itself everywhere but your nails

You fell asleep. You fell asleep!?

In other circumstances, he’d ask someone to carry you so he wouldn’t strain himself (gotta keep up the appearances)

But there’s no time for that if he wants his room and cosmetics in one piece and still useful

He picks you up bridal style and tiptoes to your room

He might then finish your nails, but he’d much rather snuggle up to you. He still needs his beauty sleep

Luke

Oh no! You fell asleep, better take the bowl with popcorn from your hands before both of you have a huge mess to clean up

To be fair, Luke almost fell asleep himself. The film wasn’t as interesting as you both thought it would be

But he knew what to do if you fell asleep, he had to ask somebody to take you to your room. Easy!

Except, nobody else was at HoL yet, and Luke heard murmurs from the half-empty bowl. The popcorn people were raising and arming themselves up

He can do it himself. He’s a big, strong boy. He doesn’t need other’s help. If Asmo and Levi can carry you, so can he.

He hooked his arms under your armpits and started dragging you off the sofa. Slowly, carefully so you won’t hit the ground. But the popcorn people started to breach containment, so he picked up the pace

Unfortunately, you were a bit too heavy for Luke and walking backwards did not help. He tripped on the edge of the carpet and fell, and you woke up when the floor met your head.

“Ouch,” you blinked once, twice. The popcorn army crumbled before Luke’s eyes, “Wow, would you look at the time? Come on Luke, we gotta get you to bed or Simeon will have my head”

You took Luke by the hand and started walking away, while he wondered what would happen if you hadn’t woken up. Would he be eaten by popcorn instead of the other way around

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

💙for kanej, let’s goooooooo 🫶

drunken/tipsy kiss

For the record, Kaz is blaming Jesper for this one.

To be fair, Kaz blames Jesper for a lot of things. Like teaching Inej's male cousins the words to that stupid Kaelish love song, "Black is the Color," or some such thing, or insisting on trying to introduce color to Kaz's wardrobe, or the mangy orange and white cat that's taken up residence in the Slat. Granted, the last thing is not really Jesper's fault, but given time, and the proper motivation, Kaz is confident he can pin the blame on Jesper somehow.

Not this time, though. No, this time, this whole stupid situation is entirely Jesper's fault.

Jesper's fault, and the homemade moonshine that Colm Fahey brews with peaches and strawberries and wild ginger. He sent Jesper a jar of the stuff for the winter Kerst celebration, and now it seems like the entire Slat is near falling down drunk.

"It was one jar," Kaz says now, his tongue oddly thick. He hadn't been able to escape getting a glass shoved into his hand, so he'd looked at the seemingly innocuous pinkish-gold liquid and knocked it back without even thinking. He's had paint thinner that's milder than whatever brew this is. "How does one jar do all this?"

Inej is listing besides him, her long braid nearly coming undone. She says wisely, "Jesper says his da brews it with the fermented honey water. To give it, it, you know. Extra strength."

"All the Saints and their ugly mothers," Kaz mumbles and Inej swats at him, and misses by a mile. Which is a sign of just how potent this stuff is.

Inej had accepted a glass of moonshine from Jesper, tempered with water, and she'd danced with nearly everyone in the Slat--all the young kids, Anika, Pim, Roeder, Jesper, even Wylan, who let Inej drag him away from the upright piano someone shoved into the corner. No one's played it until tonight, until Wylan has started playing. Then someone got out a tin pennywhistle and another person dragged in a fiddler player from one of musician troupes that walk the Barrel busking inside, and the moonshine had flowed like water.

Music, wild and raucous and only slightly out of tune, poured out of the Slat, and the Dregs had danced like madmen, like heathens, howling at the winter moon. Kaz sat by the wall and watched; no one would ask Dirtyhands to dance, even if they didn't account for his leg. But he didn't mind watching Inej dance, her hair whipping around her, as she used her hands and feet to tell a story of a Saint defeating a monster on a mountain. Her hair is curtain of black silk in the light, and he wants to bury his face in it.

He blinks at the unguarded thought, shifting as Inej lists further and further, leaning into him more fully. "Sorry, sorry," she says, her s's oddly, delightfully sharp. Like a piece of ginger candy. "The room's dancing."

"The room's not dancing, you are," he says nonsensically and then gives up on shifting altogether. Inej is pressed up against him now, their layers of clothing between them prevent any skin on skin touch, but his heart pounds at her proximity anyways. He suspects that no matter how long he's gotten used to touching her, it always will.

"Did you like it?" Inej asks, a little dizzily. "Seeing me dance," she clarifies when he doesn't answer right away. "I didn't have the bell anklets, or the finger cymbals, but I think I got all the steps right. From what I could remember. Mama would do it better, though. Or Cousin Kathani."

Kaz couldn't tell her what they could do any better than Inej, and says so. Inej beams up at him, that smile he'd crawl over hot coals for, and for one glorious moment, leans her head on his shoulder. "One day I'll take you," she says, as the room continues to waltz and weave around them. "And you'll see me dancing. Properly, with jasmine and everything."

Later, he can blame this on the moonshine. Or the dancing room. Or the wild laughter and music still going around them, sealing them away from the outside world, and whatever consequences face them out there. But he finds himself pressing his lips to the crown of her head, lingering on the silky smooth strands, the scent of moonshine and the gardenia oil she uses on her hair. It lasts no more than second, but Inej's hands curl in the fabric of his waistcoat. Her breath catches in her throat, not in pain or fear, just dazed wonder.

He holds the moment as long as he dares, like a magician dragging out the climax of a trick before he releases the tension and settles back against the wall. Inej is still in his arms, and the room dances on all around them. Just this once, he can give Jesper and the moonshine credit.

[missbunnybunny]

" Miguel Look . At . Me ”

⚚ This story had been in my Draft for a while, I wasn't sure if I should post it or not. But here ya go. It a LONG reading!⚚ 🚩 cws: cursing, yelling, gore, suggestive, slightly, proofread but don't count me on that. Enjoy! Miguel O'Hara x Special Spider-Women. This is a y/n story hopefully by the end it's well written. There is Spanish in this story. Plz enjoy and I hope you all liked it.

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There was a terrible humming in your ears. Your head felt literally as though it were submerged in water due to your swelling and impaired eyesight. It was hardly audible and distorted like a damaged radio. A voice yelled out, "/n." Then even another and yet another "y/-". Your name must have been called out by several individuals. Y/N! reverberated in your thoughts as your conscience faded in and out. "Get moving right NOW!"

However, for us to get here, we must first go back a few hours. The weather had been miserable for a few days already, so it was not your week. You had very little chance of escaping without taking a direct hit from a bucket of liquid sky bullets. Less deadly rain was falling, and it was turning into a lovely, soft drizzle. Your little sister kept pleading, "Please, can we go play? I'll behave. " delivering her best puppy eyes. Despite being aware of what she was doing, you fell for it.

Putting your phone down and sighing, you turned to face her. She had been begging to play outdoors in the rain for the last ten minutes. As much as Jay was annoying you, he also enjoyed rainy days. "plz y/n. It would be exciting. " Jay talked to you from the left. You ruddered your templé and muttered, "Didn't I tell you to quit coming up in front of Liz?" "No lo regañes!"Liz commanded. You'll never understand how your 5-year-old sister didn't run away from the symbiote. Really, kids are odd.

Jay had unexpectedly entered your life. You got your ass beat while fighting a bad guy, yet you still won. You had been a spider woman for nine years, and every battle taught you something new. One of these lessons from six years ago was to never, I repeat, never, fight in the presence of a crazed old guy! The senile old guy was restrained by the time the struggle was over. Glass was all throughout the place, with liquid green and other multicolored pieces on the ground. You created a terrible mess, slightly horrified that if your mother had seen this if it had been your room, you would get an ass whooping. however, it was not your mess. When you reach out to shoot your web, a quick, sharp pain struck you in the back.

You spun around to confront whoever did this but couldn't find anyone. You concluded it was back discomfort, went home, had a shower, and went to bed because the old guy was still chained up, and the room was empty. waking up the following morning to a slimy-looking monster in black and crimson, staring you in the face. That being was now giving me a puppy-dog expression. "Esta bien!" while raising your hands. "You win. Get ready." < fine> After 20 minutes, everyone was prepared and ready to leave.

Grading your keys and phone, you left the apartment turning around to lock the door. Liz was standing next to you in her favorite raincoat. It was clear with cats sprinted on the design. Yours, on the other hand, was a hooded cyberpunk long cape raincoat in black and white. The second you both were outside, Liz started to jump into the puddles. She was having fun while I was taking a video of her to show Mom later.

Speaking of Mom, she was calling me. Asking me how our play date was going. " va bien, ma. Se está portando bien." < everything's good, ma. She's behaving well> You turned around to see she was still playing. "Si, mami. La Quiero adiós."< Yes, Mom. Love you, bye.> You ended the call and turned around to see some sort of portal take your sister. You dropped your phone and jumped right into the portal. Jay is grading your phone on the way down. Landing in an empty hallway, no little sister in sight. Spidy sense going absolutely crazy, Jay growling as he spoke, "Smells like more of you, think their nice?" You scoffed a little," you bite, so we're good, " you told him.

After walking for what felt like forever. Finally you saw the light of a bigger space, you saw a sea of spider people. You looked at them wide-eyed and mouth agap, and they stopped what they were doing to stare right back at you. "Uhh, hi." You smiled, fans slight poking out. Jay manifested on your shoulder, looking at them. Before anyone could move to get you, you had glitched right out of there.

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"Ow, ow eso duele." < Ow, ow that hurts.> Liz rubbed her behind and murmured." Where are we, Hermana?" < Sister> She turned to look, but she couldn't find her big sister. Standing up, she set out on a quest to find an adult and ask them for assistance. While moving, She checked each open door to see whether anyone was around. She approached a door, knocked a few times, and waited for it to open. The door was opened by a huge, extremely tall man who was glaring aggressively from side to side. Still staring at him, she timidly said, "Hola, hi, can you help me." Children do think grownups are tall.

He noticed a young child with an umbrella and raincoat as he looked down. He questioned what a child was doing here. He asked, "What's your name, Niña?" < kid> "My family and friends call me Liz, but my name is Eliza." She gave him a smiling face. "What's your name, mister?" Liz questioned. He said, squeezing the bridge of his nose as he anticipated getting a headache, "Miguel O'Hara." He saw the little girl enter the room and was shocked that she didn't immediately start touching everything. He sensed her staring a hole through the back of his head after five minutes. He gave her a raised eyebrow and silently prompted her to continue.

"Your suit looks like sis, but hers is cooler," she said playing with her umbrella from where she had taken a seat. Miguel froze, his mouth slightly wide as he stared at her. He said, "What does your sister's suit look like?" Liz smiles as she starts to explain, her eyes glinting. She wears a black mask with a crimson inside. She wears a hood that is black on the outside and crimson inside with a white lining. Oh, her mask only covers her eyes, not her entire face. she wears a stylish cyberpunk jacket that hides her mouth. It has a glitchy spider with a heart for a head, and it is black with a crimson lining. Also, her pants have several pockets with zippers in black and red. black Snickers with a bottom color of crimson. She grinned while panting, I helped her design it. "

The child responded with a shake of the head in the negative when a holographic woman asked her, "Did you even breathe?." He thought to himself, "Can kids talk so much without breathing." But thanks to her eager and thorough explanation, he now knew where on earth she was from. Although it sounded like earth-xxx, he still had to determine how she entered his world. Lyla and Liz were having fun. the lady abruptly appeared in front of Miguel. A spider person wearing a cyberpunk raincoat with a symbiote had entered the mess hall,  they glitched just as soon as they appeared and disappeared. 

Liz jumped up onto her feet and excitedly spoke, "That y/n my big sis. Vino por mí." < She came to get me.> Now Miguel had another problem on his hand you! Liz ran towards the door in front of him before he could take another step. She stumbled and nearly fell face-first to the ground, forcing Miguel to grab her hand. It was amusing to observe Miguel clutching the hand of an adorable kid who was carrying an umbrella while wearing a raincoat with a cat print. She was a smiling woman with a stylish motorcycle jacket and yellow spectacles, staring down at the small child. The little child hid behind Miguel's leg when she knelt down to talk to the child. As he knelt down next to the girl, Miguel sighed and said quietly, "This is Jess; Ella's una buena persona." < She's a nice person.> He gently persuaded the small kid to shake Jess' hand. The little girl reluctantly shook Jess's hand after looking at Miguel and then at her. Eliza introduced herself before hesitantly moving to Miguel's chest and said, "Hello, my name is Eliza." When Miguel stood up, he was holding Liz in his arm to prevent her from falling and accepting that she wasn't going to let go of his neck.

They encountered several floating passageways while Miguel was narrating to Jess how Liz and her sister Y/n had arrived in this reality. Liz started gushing to Jess about how amazing you were and how she wanted to grow up to be just like her big sister. " But I don't like it when she calls me at weird hours of the night to open the window." Liz sighed. The kids' concerns were teased by Jess, and Liz said, "But, they make it up. I always get some snacks from Jay. " "Who is Jay?" Jess questioned after pausing for a few moments. The young girl hesitated, seemingly recalling something. "Oh, Jay is my sister's symbiote; I should have told you about him. But don't worry, they won't bite. As soon as she finished speaking, Miguel and Jess' spidey senses activated. "Oh, but we bite alright," said a lady in a voice that sounded like it was coming from a doll's voice box.

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" Oh, but we do bite alright," we spoke. Jay wondered who these guys were and why they had his small human friend, and he was on high alert. The huge man in particular felt odd. He smelled like a spider, but he couldn't determine what was in the mix. You questioned, "Who are you?" "Tiny human, are you okay?" said Jay as he suddenly appeared on your shoulder. He reserved a hum from Liz in response. Liz called out from above them, "Am okay, these kind people saved me." As you leaped up to meet them and your sister, you exhaled a breath of relief.

"This is Miguel O'Hara and Jess." You acknowledged Liz's introduction by nodding and telling both. As you took Liz from the tall man named Miguel and said, "Hello, I'm Y/n these ones' big sister, and this is Jay. You had to admit that he had fantastic looks, but that wasn't the goal.

You realized it was 2:30 when you looked at your phone and realized you needed to get home before Mom got home. It means your search for your sister had taken an hour and thirty minutes. Due to traffic, she didn't arrive home until 6 or 7. You were ready to start talking when you heard someone else's stomach gurgling. Liz looked at you shyly and said, "Oops, am hungry." Jay also added his voice, saying, "I agree with the tiny human." You rolled your eyes and chuckled a little. "We have a mess hall; feel free to eat there," replied Jess.

When you arrived, it was the same area you had initially entered when seeking Liz. Jess and Miguel had led the way. but soon after arriving, Miguel went off to his office. Jess advised you not to take it personally since it was simply the way Miguel behaved. You all approached the counter and placed orders. "Please give me 20 chicken nuggets and a large plate of fries," Liz asked. You said, "I'll have a plate of (favorite food) and some lasagna, please." "And I'll have a grape soda and (favorite drink), please," Jay stated. Following the completion and settlement of all orders, Jess took you to a table with a large group of people. Liz carried her food, you carried yours, and Jay held the beverages.

they all waved at Jess and at you once you had fully arrived at their table. They moved over to make some space for you both. You thanked them before taking a seat and placing your plates down. Jess announced that she had to go " enjoy the food, take care." With that, she left the mess hall. " am Hobie, nice to meet you mate." Said the man with a guitar and cool punk style. " am Miles, and this is Gwen," the young man introduced himself and the girl beside him. " And am Pavitr Prabhakar." The last one of the group was introduced. Liz let out a Squeal, " Am Eliza, you're all so cool. Special you Hobie." She commented.

Everyone was eating when a sudden purring sound could be heard. Except for Y/n and Liz, everyone froze. Miles, who was glancing about, questioned, "What was that?" “Oh, that was just Jay, I guess.” Liz moved her plate to you and stated, "Am done," as you continued to eat. When Liz stated that black and crimson liquid came out of your raincoat, you said, "Jay can have the rest. "Don't mind if I do," Jay suggested getting a few chicken nuggets. “That's Jay's sister's symbiote; he enjoys nuggets. Because of that, he purred.” While the other guests at the table were fixated on the new friend, Hobie was the first to say, "That's cool." He stated while gesturing to Jay. Jay commented, "I know”.

"Jay, at least drink something. You're giving me a stomachache," you said as Jay continued to eat endlessly. He was hesitant and downed the grape soda after you reprimanded him. When you sipped your (favorite beverage). Of course, you were eating for two, so when you finished your meal, you felt content. Liz was having fun as Hobie was showing her how to play the guitar and looking at the stickers. When you're having fun, time does fly, as you discovered when you checked your phone at 4 p.m.

You stated, "Can we be taken to Miguel's office, I think it's time for us to go," as you cleaned your plate and disposed of it with the other dirty dishes. Hobie took hold of Liz's hand while the rest of the gang led the route and sometimes talked. Once everyone had come into the room, an older man holding a young child with red hair greeted them. Miles sprang up and said, "Oh, hey Peter," while waving a hand. Gwen exclaimed as she removed her from Peter's head, "Mayday, stop pulling his hair."

Miguel continued to work while staring at the several screens in front of him without turning around. When Liz saw him, she raced and clutched his leg, asking, "Can we go home now?" At last, Miguel turned his head away from what he was doing to look at Liz. True to her claims, a portal opened just a few meters away from Liz when Lyla said, "A portal should be ready in a few seconds." Liz tightly hugged Miguel's leg before releasing her grip and waving goodbye to everyone. A clawed hand grabbed her and pulled her into the portal just as it started to crash before she could scream.

" ELIZA!" You hurried to the portal while yelling in terror only to have it close in your face. You spun around in horror only to see the look on everyone else's face. save for Miguel, who had a contorted expression of rage and fear? Liz was gone, what were you to do? And you have no idea where she may be; is she alright? Is she injured? She had to be located. Miguel continued to type, and eventually, it looked like he had solved the issue since a perfectly shaped portal suddenly appeared next to you. "You should return to your universe. We'll find your sister," Miguel remarked. You headed over to him because you were enraged. Having been recently told to leave your sister by him? Was he crazy? You lowered him to your level by grading his jaw, "Miguel Look. at. me. I came here for Liz and am not leaving without her." You informed him while looking him in the eyes, then released your hold on his face. Jay was experiencing the same level of anxiety as you were by silently pacing back and forth in your head.

Everyone saw the encounter as it took place. To their amazement, Miguel merely let out a sigh and hit a button. They had anticipated Miguel to lash out at you for scolding him for even ordering him. "Your sister was unintentionally sent to this Earth." Your legs quickly carried you there when a gateway popped up next to him. "Thank you," you said to him before briskly moving through it. With the exception of where the city and the forest appeared to meet, it appeared to be your earth. Your spidey sense went off behind you; it was beautiful, but Liz was more crucial. Miguel and the other spider people appeared as you turned to face them.

You puzzledly turned to face them. You didn't expect to see them, so you questioned, "What are you doing here?" "I think that the little lad is cool," Hobie remarked. " We're friends, and friends support one another," Miles and Gwen nodded in agreement as Pavitr Prabhakar made his statement. You turned to face Miguel as he assuredly nodded and continued, "We'll find your sister." You spoke out, "Jay, you know what to do," and maintained a forward gaze. With that, a dark, red liquid began to seep out of your body and completely cover you. You were now dressed in a completely black suit with red eyelining. "Ah, it's wonderful to have control every so often," Jay remarked. He began to smell the air, searching for any traces of Liz. In times of need, having a fairly keen sense of smell was helpful. Once he spotted her, he started to leap. Jay said, "Try not to get left behind you, slowpokes." Jay came to a rest on top of an abandoned factory whose windows were all smashed after swinging from building to building. Jay squats and scans the ground below him. A big Lizard was tying up an unconscious Liz, which they could see.

Miguel was explaining his strategy to safely rescue Liz when Jay rose up and hissed, "Blood." " What did you say?" Miguel questioned. "He made her bleed, and I'm going to kill him," Jay stated before thudding to the floor with a loud THUMP. Miguel merely looked down at Jay before diving down as well. "Huh?" said the man, turning around to face Jay. "You're not Spiderman," said the Lizardman. when he watched more people plunge from the roof. "Give me back the tiny human," Jay commanded. Jay charged towards the Lizarded, punching him in the face before being struck by a Tail. Miles shocked him, while Gwen, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Hobie fired their webs to keep him in place, and Miguel punched the Lizardman in the face. While they were doing this, Jay hurried up to Liz, who appeared to be in good condition, save for a scrape on her left knee. Jay relinquishes the majority of power to Y/n. As you scooped up your sister, you sighed a sigh of relief. As you were doing so, someone yelled your name, "Y/n watch out!" You felt as if your back had been crushed by a sack of boulders, knocking the wind out of you, even though you were still clutching Liz firmly.

There was a terrible humming in your ears. Your head felt literally as though it were submerged in water due to your swelling and impaired eyesight. It was hardly audible and distorted like a damaged radio. A voice yelled out, "/n." Then even another and yet another "y/-". Your name must have been called out by several individuals. Y/N! reverberated in your thoughts as your conscience faded in and out. "Get moving right NOW!" With that, your eyes shot open. The fight was still going on, and you had to keep Liz safe. standing up and wobbling from side to side a little, after a few seconds with the help of Jay's help, you managed to stand up straight. looking to your side, you saw a large pail of (favorite color) web safely covering Liz.

taking a deep breath, you looked at the battle head-on. When you saw there was an opening, you mustered all the strength that you could and ran to the Lizardman. punching him in the face and blasting him throw the wall, leaving him unconscious. " Ah, eso duele como una puta," < Ah, that hurts like a bitch> you remarked while clutching your hand. The trip back to the Spider Society was probably a blur to you because Jay led the entire time. Liz had awoken after having her knee treated; how she had so much enthusiasm, you I'll never know. Your injuries weren't too serious; Jay had healed most of them. Miguel gazed down at Liz with a small smile on his face. " Si sonreíes así más a menudo, no me importaría llevarte a casa conmigo." < if you would smile like that more often, I wouldn't mind taking you home with me.> You gave Miguel a sly grin. Liz said, "Uu, ella está tratando de seducirlo." < Uu, she's trying to seduce him > Laughing her little head off. 

Lyla announced that the portal to your world was complete. You had Liz picked up and were ready to head home. Liz murmured something into your ear as the portal opened, and you smiled. "Can you come here, Miguel?" Liz said, inviting him over. The man raised an eyebrow but nevertheless approached her. "Come a little closer," she whispered, causing Miguel to stoop to your height. Liz grinned as you kissed him on the cheek, "Tengo un nuevo tío." < I have a new uncle.>You grinned even wider as you noticed Miguel's cheeks get slightly pinker by the second. " Ay, Que lindo. Bye everyone, see ya next time." < How cute.> You mentioned entering the portal. As the portal finally closed, Liz yelled, "Bye-bye, everyone."

Miguel was rendered speechless as his mind absorbed what had just occurred. Muffled snorting and laughing jolted him out of his stupor, and he spun around, glaring angrily at the perpetrators. "You hear me, not a single word of this to anyone," he warned. "Get out, all of you," Miguel yelled. Hobie said, "I wasn't even here." He headed to the door, followed by the rest of the gang.

It was still softly raining when you exited the portal. It was a nice and much-needed melody. You entered your apartment and opened the door. Liz leaped out of your arms and raced to her room to change into her pajamas and take a bath. You did the same once she was showered and clothed. After a while, the jingling of keys drew your attention. " Ya llegué." <am home> yelled a lady from the front door. " Hola ma, como te fue?" < Hi, Mom. How did it go?> You asked. " Me fue bien, les traje Pizza. Se divirtieron?" < It was fine. I brought you some pizza. Did you have fun?> she asked. " Si, verdad Liz?" < Yes, right, Liz?>  Looking at your sister, you said. She leaped and shouted si <Yes> as she held her pizza dish." Eso es bueno, me voy a baña." <That's good, am going to take a bath.> she replied as she exited the room.

"We should do it again!" Liz stated. "The next time you fall, throw a portal," you said with a smile. Make a note of Miguel's phone number." You made a joke poking her nose. She glanced at you and smiled, saying, "On it." You couldn't keep a straight face and burst out laughing. You both had a long day, Jay was out cold. It was interesting. You couldn't wait till your next visit to the spider society. But it would have to wait till you got some much-needed rest after such a long day.

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Sanzu x Fem Reader : Make-up commentor WC:1100+ TW: strong and suggestive language Synopsis: You have your own YouTube channel and many videos suggesting certain trend catching your eye 'Boyfriends become commenters on s/o videos'. You wanted to try this with your boyfriend since he was already familiar with the platform with his sister. MDNI 18+ (unedited)

“Hi my beautiful lovelies, welcome back to my channel!”  you smiled, you had your full makeup done already and decided to try a trend that everyone seemed to be doing lately . For today’s video I’m gonna be having my boyfriend doing a commentary on how I do my make up. He hasn’t seen me yet today. I texted him that I wanted him to do a commentary to a video but he doesn’t know what kinda video. He is set up in another room and I will be getting his commentary and reaction!  I honestly don't know what he is gonna say but let's get into the video shall we!” you smiled as the camera shifted to your cutie pie who was sitting down. He began to play the video and noticed it was you. 

He knew already when he saw your bear face on the screen. “Oh it's one of these types of videos. Okay babe I see you lookin all cute, all natural nothing on.” He could just look at you all day if he could, it always brightened his day up. “Your face is f(beep) perfect… Oh my bad I will try not to cuss. I know you're going to edit it out when you do.Just know I love you.. I f(beep) love you.” he made a heart with his hands before his hand resting on his cheeks as he continued watching the video.

The first thing he saw was you hydrating your face with some serums and moisturizers making your skin look dewy. He looked at the screen “with all that stuff you put on your face I know one thing that could  brighten your face, hydrate and add some protein.” he smirked looking at the camera raising his brow giving a wink. “I just can’t say on camera because it might get flagged.” Foundation was the next step you began adding little dabs of your face with the droplets of foundation and taking your beauty blender bouncing it on your skin. “Oh! I know what you call this uhh it's called beating your faces.” He watches the foundation begin to melt into your skin. He noticed the slight change in your skin and brought it down to your neck “ooooo okay I was about to say your neck looked different from your face but now it’s even you good babe.”  he saw the small stick of concealer  he squinted his eyes “you're adding more!?” he saw how you placed it under your eyes and began to blend it in. “I don’t know what that is but it looks like you can cover anything with it, even your past mistakes… Can I have some?” Setting the areas of your skin with a powder he tilted your head  “This seems like too much work. Now I see why it takes your a(beep) forever to get ready now…. So why are you lookin like you're dead, you added that to your face to look dead?” he saw another brush as you began to add some color back to your face with blush and bronzer “ More shit?!?!?! God dammit woman… But as you say ‘trust the process’. Well the process is taking forever.” 

Brushing your brows out, using a clear brow gel to set them into place “What the hell is that?! Is that some type of hair gel for your brows?  I thought that was mascara because of the brush thingy….” he was a bit confused seeing the small item that looked like a mascara brush. 

The next time you pull out  was your liquid liner “Ohhhh I know what that is, eyeliner!” he nodded, “do it babe do it.” He seemed to be a bit more excited seeing this part of the video. He perked up in his seat. He saw you creating the sharpest cat eye look. “Damn baby eyeliner so sharp you can cut a b(beep) with your face.” he clapped his hands together. He saw you recreated that same cat eye on the other eye. “Imagine some girl is tripping and you walk over them and just blink and you cut a  b(beep)  with that sharp ass eyeliner. God I love it <3”  you began to apply the mascara to your top and  bottom lashes. You pick a pair of lashes that would go with your sharp ass liner. “That's what was missing the caterpillars….Sadly you weren’t blessed with the lashes I have.” he batted his lashes letting out a laugh “kidding babe you have beautiful lashes.”  Watching you place the glue on your false flashes letting it become take then placing it on “hmmm they look heavy on your eyes doesn’t it feel weird to put something so close to your eyeball?? Aren’t you scared the glue will shut your eyes when you blink??” 

He saw you begin to trace your lips with the lipliner giving your lips a defined look. “Okay you used a different eyeliner for the lips.” He literally forgot the name for the lipliner.  But he knew the color you were placing on. It was one of his favorite colors on your lips, a pink that resembled his hair color. “I love that color on you.” he saw you apply the liquid lipstick on top. “ I know that color will stay in place. From eating to kissing to giving the best h--- oh wait i can't say that well you know what I mean it wont move.” he cleared his throat.

It was getting close to you finishing the video. You grabbed your highlighter and began to brush it on your higher cheekbone giving you a glowy look. “Highlight brighter than the sun, bet  if I turn the lights off I can still see you because of that highlighter..”   he nodded “okay okay I’m trusting your process.” 

The final step he saw a spray in your hand.  You began to mist your face with the setting sprays. His eyes widened he didn’t know why you were wetting your face at all “WHY THE F(beep) DID YOU JUST DO THAT?!?! YOU LITERALLY SPENT SO MUCH TIME DOING YOUR MAKEUP TO GET YOUR FACE WET?!”  he saw you began to fan your face, noticing your makeup started to look more settled . It made your skin look flawless. “The F(beep).” he blinked a few times “Well that s(beep) is magic.” The video ended when Sanzu  looked at the camera. “I have a few things to say. 1 this shit takes forever and now I understand why.  2. You do a bomb ass job, you have to really have the patience to do something like this. 3 with makeup I love you and without makeup I still love you. You honestly don’t need to do all of this but I know you like doing it. So do what makes you happy baby. 4. Be prepared. I wanna see if you make up with sweat proof right now.” he got up, turned the camera off, exiting the room he wanted to look for you now.  “Babe, let me see your face, I know you're close!” you could hear his voice echoing in the hall. 

Lets see if your make up can withstand a few hours with Sanzu.

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if ur taking requests could you maybe do billy lenz with a sub! male reader nsfw? , theres not a lot of male reader content for him so im desperate LOL

if ur not taking requests i am sorry and its okay! thank you and have a nice day/night!! :3

sorry this took so long !

the smut is right under the cut.

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Silent Night — Billy Lenz x sub!male reader smut

gif isn’t mine!

warnings: dom/sub, slight choking, some exposition at the beginning, reader isn’t that submissive at first but trust me — he is, reader is male, blow job, teasing, smut, and anything else I’ll think of I’ll add.

You were bored — well, as bored as one could be when you were in the middle of a party that Barbara Coard was throwing. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and smoking — you weren’t that interested though, partying hard was never your thing — you preferred to go to small get togethers where people would play cards or watch movies. “Oh my goodness! Y/N!” Jess Bradford called through the crowd as she made her way over — drink in hand.

Smiling at her, you stood up from the bench you had been on — glad to have someone you knew here, it was her sorority house too. “Jess!” You exclaimed happily — the two of you hugged before Jess took your hand and led you through the crowd to the kitchen.

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“I didn’t even know you were gonna show.” Jess said with a genuine smile — she took a sip of the liquid from her cup. You shrugged — “I didn’t think I was going to in the first place but, then I thought about hanging out with you and I changed my mind.” To people on the outside — you and Jess looked like a picture perfect couple when in actuality, you were best friends — Jess was already in a relationship and you… you were working on that.

It was hard to find a gay guy in the seventies.

“Oh! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” Jess’ voice made you jump slightly — you looked at her as she spoke, “So, there’s this weird guy calling the house every night — it’s definitely just some prank calls but… they’re so strange that I’m starting to be freaked out by them.” She became nervous, “So I was wondering — could you spend the night here? Just for protection — please?” If it was any other person you would’ve said no but, this was Jess. You nodded, “Sure.”

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You had settled in on the couch. Jess had given you some blankets along with a pillow — after she bid you goodnight and went to her room, you stayed up. The light from the lamp in the hallway was what you were staring at — day dreaming — your mind drifted to the guy Jess had been talking about earlier and you couldn’t help but wish the phone rang so you could be the one to answer it. Maybe Jess was exaggerating and you could give discipline to whoever kept calling.

Instead of the sound of the phone ringing — a meow and hiss came from upstairs — your eyes darted to the stairs and you suddenly felt scared. Getting up — you did what someone should never do in this situation — you went to the sound of the meow and came across the door to the attic.

Maybe you were just delirious and making things up.

THUMP

meow~

Now that, that came from just behind the attic door. Your motherly (fatherly?) instincts kicked in — you were going to rescue that cat even if it meant getting dirty.

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Climbing up into the attic, you tried your best to look around in the darkness — the moon seemed to try and help but it didn’t illuminate enough to where you could see. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty — where are you?” You whispered loudly — hoping to not scare off the feline. A clatter of things falling startled you. You turned to where the sound came from and saw nothing. You furrowed your brows as you soon realized something else was breathing in the same exact way as you.

Holding your breath — you heard the ragged breathing of someone rather close to you. Doing something you usually wouldn’t do — you reached out blindly and touched something soft. It was a sweater, that much you could tell — your hands lay flat against it. Your fingers splayed and that seemed to make the person grumble. “Piggy.” Was all they said and your eyes widened in fear. Before you could pull away — the person held your hands in place. “Billy w-wants more~More.”

The mystery person was a guy whose name was Billy and who was clearly wanting you to touch him in places you usually wouldn’t when you first meet someone. “What..?” Is the only thing you can get out before you’re pulled close to Billy — his mouth latching onto your own, drool from his own mouth covers your chin. The kiss was hurried as Billy groaned in an animalistic way. Your teeth clatter as Billy slides his tongue into your mouth and fights against your own. He grabs your hips, rutting against you as he repeats the word “more.”

Honestly, you were aroused — it’s been a while and being touched like this made you hard. Billy’s hand went to your head and shoved you down to your knees — so you were now eye level with his growing erection. He was straining against his jeans, that was for sure, he urged you on and even squealed when you took a second too long to get his pants off and around his ankles. “Suck Billy’s fat c-cock.” He said through a giddy laugh which sent a chill up your spine. You slid off his underwear and his erection sprung up — slapping against his belly. Pre-cum leaked from the mushroom tip.

Grabbing his shaft — you slid your thumb on the slit on the tip and slid the pre-cum as lube. You placed your mouth around the tip and began to go down further every time you bobbed your head. “More~” Billy groaned as he began shoving your head further down his dick. The girth made your throat hurt slightly — your gag reflex wasn’t that good so as he began to fuck your face, you were getting closer to gagging, and once you did, Billy giggled happily. “Gag on Billy’s fat cock p-piggy.” You moaned against him but before Billy came, he pulled out of your mouth.

A rope of drool was connecting your mouth and his dick. You looked up at him through hazy eyes, “Wh-?” Before you could even think of finishing your sentence — Billy pounced on you — he began taking your pants off at a rapid rate. “Billy wants to f-fuck your tight h-hole~” He exclaimed making your eyes widen. You let him take the lead and he made sure to get the perfect angle to your tight hole. He spit on his fingers and began to fuck you with his fingers — instantly starting off with two fingers.

“Fuck!” You moaned out at the feeling before enjoying the feeling — your eyes closed in satisfaction before Billy pulled away. You looked at him and right as he did — he thrusted himself into you. You moaned loudly, making Billy place a hand on your neck, tightening slightly, “Shhh, p-piggy needs to be quiet o-or else those c-cunts will hear.” He mumbled making you hold back your moans — you bit your lip as you whimpered.

Billy grinned and began to pick up his pace, he breathed heavily. You felt yourself getting close — the knot at the bottom of your stomach felt like it was getting tighter and tighter — Billy’s hand tightened around your throat and that let the knot unravel as you came — your cum spilling all over yourself. Billy drooled at the sight as he quickly came right after you did. He slid out of you without warning which caused you to hiss. Billy placed another kiss on your lips before he spoke.

“Goodnight p-pretty piggy.”

[apollodarling-writes]

Hello!^^ I wanted to request for yandere Shinsou from MHA headcannons?

YANDERE! SHINSO || BHNA

yan! shinso hitoshi x you

tws: quirk usage for non-con, stockholm, murder, gaslighting, forced pregnancy, manipulation, threats, death ultimatums?? (idk if that’s what you call it, but he tells you that you either leave them alone or they die), brainwashing, uhhh ejaculation in foods/drinks, somnophilia, breaking and entering,

yandere types: delusional, princess love-interest, self-proclaimed prince, worshipping, collector, murder-suicide, violent, keeping tabs/stalking, obsessive, brainwashing, confining, and murderous yandere type.

shinso’s obsession would stem from the fact that you didn’t fear him and trusted him from the get-go. you didn’t fear his quirk- he decided he liked that.. liked you.

those feelings developed pretty quickly.

shinso doesn’t understand that you don’t want him. he wholeheartedly believes that you’re in love with him and just playing hard to get/thinks you’re shy. how cute.

he will catch on if you keep trying to leave, though.

since he’s the princess/ self proclaimed prince type, he believes that you two are meant to be and that your love will always win in the end.

when i say body worship, i mean body worship. he loves everything about you. nothing can change that. he worships the ground you walk on. a dangerous simp indeed.

he breaks into your house at night (learned to lock pick and stole a key to copy it) to watch you sleep, sometimes… helping himself to things of yours or even you in entirety.

shinso steals things of yours. where did that cute pair of underwear you just bought go? shinso took it. that new flavored chapstick? he took that too. where did your signature perfume/cologne go? i’m sure you already know.

shinso won’t hesitate to use his quirk to make you obey him or forget things that have happened.

shinso always knows where you are. he always knows what you’re doing. don’t ask… you don’t want to know.

if shinso feels like there’s a threat to your his love for you, he’ll just go rogue. fuck the hero dream, he’ll just become a villain. he’ll take you with him and lock you inside the hideout.

he can and will murder for you. it’ll be messy- sending a message to everyone. you, [first name] [middle name] [last name] belong to him, hitoshi shinso.

if you try to leave him, he’ll threaten to kill the people you care about most. take your pick.

shinso will use his quirk to brainwash you into thinking that you wanted that rough love making session, then make you forget afterwards.

shinso will gaslight you into thinking that it was your fault they died. if you didn’t try to get help or hint that something was wrong, he wouldn’t have had to kill them. it’s your fault, [name]. you shouldn’t be so selfish.

he tells you that if you try to leave him for good, he’ll kill you and then himself. he can’t live without you and he knows you can’t either :((

if you have a uterus, he will get you pregnant. he’ll just brainwash you into thinking that it was consensual.

he’s sick in the head, so he’ll cum in your soup/liquid foods/foods with gravy and your shakes/smoothies/coffee.

overall, he’s probably one of the worse hero yanderes imo.

“stop playing cat and mouse, baby. we all know the cat wins.”

“if you try to leave me, i’ll kill them. i’ll kill them all. i’ll bring home their fucking heart to remind you that you fucking belong to me. you can’t love anyone else, baby.”

“you killed them , baby. i told you that i’d kill them and you still ran away. this is all your fault… i know, i know. you hate me now, but you’ll understand one day.”

“[name]… you want to have sex with me.”

[stealingyourbones]

You have so many braincells bestie it makes me stim so hard in excitement. Your brain is wrinklier than a 16 year old Sphinx cat that has been sitting in a tub of water for Far To Long.

Tim is blissfully unaware of the biggest Arkham breakout in years as he lays curled up against Bruce's side while holding Dick's hand and watching Jason, Bart and Kon play cards. He thinks it's go fish, or maybe Uno. Judging by their faces though, he's quite sure that Jason is winning. This is by far the calmest and happiest he's been since before the Joker took him. Not so much as a pained giggle in almost three hours. They stay that way for another four without a single giggle.

Things are a bit ruined when Dani walks in, not realizing there is still blood on her hands as she says, "well, the Arkham stuff is delt with. How's Tim doing?" As he starts to give panicked giggles, she notices her hands and says, "oh don't worry kid! It's not mine I swear- the clown pushed his luck and-" she is cut off as Tim starts to full on cackle and shake as he cries, sounding almost exactly like the end of a certain flashback. Dani is now also panicking as she tries to make it better by saying, "it's OK! He can't hurt anyone anymore, he'll never get near you again and-"

Kon pulls her out of the room as Tim simply laughs harder, nearly breaking Dick's hand from how hard he is squeezing.

At least Joker has been delt with. For good.

Homie no yOU! You got so many folds in your brain it’s incredible.

Dani realized her mistake and rushed to wash her hands

It was too late. Tim was howling with laughter. His entire frame wracked with shivers as he clutched Jason’s jacket and Dick’s hand like a lifeline. He smile growing so wide that the cuts along his mouth started to reopen and split.

The cheerful sounds that everyone in the room now associated with pain grew louder and louder as some weird shit started happening.

Tim's eyes were momentarily squeezed shut as the clear tear tracks that seemed seemed have a permanent residence on his face started to flow with a strange green liquid. Dick gasped as Tim's eyes flew open and his eyes weren’t his normal blue but instead a bright toxic bright green.

The laughter grew to ear piercing shrieks of pure mirth. The Bats watched in a state of hopelessness and concern as the lights around the room started flickering wildly. Random objects around the room became encased in a bright green glow and started floating on their own volition as Tim howled.

Slowly more and more objects around the room started levitating as any lose item in the room started to swirl around the current residents like they were in the eye of a very spooky land hurricane.

Eventually the laughter slowly died down and in a very sudden motion, the green light left Tim's eyes and everything that was floating fell to the ground with a deafening crash.

For a long moment there was silence. Then Danny spoke up, his eyes were wide with shock and concern for the cackling boy cradled in Bruce's arms. “How did he die?”

The bats were confused. They didn’t understand.

“What?” Dick’s whispered as he gently squeezed his brothers hand, he will definitely have bruises from today but if it helped his brother it made it totally worth it.

Danny’s eyes flashed the same color as Tim’s were moments ago, “How. Did. He. Die.”

Tim's hands went towards his throat. Kon scrambled over to Tim and used his TTK to envelop his friend in a full body hug. Stopping his friend from clawing at his throat to make the laughter stop. The smallest whimper of relief between the laughter was the only sign of acknowledgement Tim gave as his shaking slowly ceased. His eyes still locked in place from where he saw Dani's bloodied hands, tears still glowing a bright toxic green.

Danny gestures all around the room to the hurricane of broken items. "This all says otherwise. He didn't have the meta gene and he feels like a ghost."

Bruce remembered what Joker said to him as he went on and on about his son, “The shocks and the chemicals took their toll.”

Looks like this is an even more complicated situation than they initially thought.

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6…

[elliesbiatch]

3. Truth or dare

Ellie x Fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, some fluff, some angst, fingering, alcohol, scissoring, pet names, cursing etc. lmk if I forgot any ;)

Notes: proofread but my eyes hurt from writing so there’s probs still mistakes x enjoy slüts word count: 3.3k

Reblogs/likes/comments are appreciated ily 🤍

Dina had invited me over for a “little” get together at her house. I wasn’t sure if I’d go because I had a long day on patrol but she insisted. There were only around 15 people there but as it got later, people filtered out leaving only Me, Ellie, Dina, Jesse and a couple others I didn’t know too well. We were all drinking while sitting on the floor, getting bored.

“Okay- I know” Dina says. “Truth or dare” she smiles. “What are we ? 10?” Ellie says rolling her eyes. “Oh come on it will be fun” Dina laughs. The others agree to play and I watch Ellie take a sip of her drink. I stare at her as she swallows the liquid. She glances up and sees me staring, she looks me up and down with her eyebrows furrowed. Fuck- she caught me checking her out. Ellie and I were only acquaintances, I had only done patrol with her once- about 6 months ago- and from then on I had a major crush on her.

I was best friends with Dina, so the only reason I would ever be around Ellie was because Dina invited me. “Okay I’ll go first, seen as it’s my party” Dina laughs. I swallow hard anticipating the game. I hated truth or dare- it always scared me, to tell my secrets or do things I might feel embarrassed doing. I hold my breath as I watch Dina look around the circle for her victim. Please don’t be me- please don’t be me. “Okay….Y/N” she grins. fuck. “Truth or dare” she asks raising an eyebrow and smirking.

“Uh- truth” I croak out feeling all the eyes on me. “Have you ever had a dirty thought about someone in this room” she slurs slightly. Why does Dina have to ask the weirdest questions. “Ummm- yeah I have” I say shyly. I can feel Ellie staring at me. “Who?” Dina giggles. “Hey! Not fair- that wasn’t part of the question” I snap. I really hate her sometimes. “Fine” she rolls her eyes. “Anyways- you have to choose someone now” she mutters. Dina knows that I have a crush on Ellie and she’s just trying to get me to say it out loud. I had told Dina about my crush a couple months ago and she really wanted me to tell Ellie.

I look around the room and choose to ask my question to one of the people I didn’t know. I could feel myself getting even more drunk as the game went on. The truths and dares people were asking weren’t anything spectacular. “My ass hurts” Ellie remarks standing up. She plops herself on the couch and looks down on all of us sitting on the carpet. “Okay Ellie it’s your turn to ask” Jesse says. Ellie rolls her eyes and leans forward - her legs man spreading as she thinks.

Her eyes meet mine and I blush. “Y/N- who was the person in this room you’ve had dirty thoughts about” she smirks. Fucker. I look around at the people in the circle- no one is paying attention because they’re all too drunk at this point. “Y/n” she calls. I look back at her- annoyed. “You have to answer” she nags. “Well I don’t want to” I snap. “That’s the rules- don’t be a pussy” she giggles. My blood is boiling. “Fuck off Ellie” I snap. Everyone’s attention is suddenly on us. Ellie smirks and leans back into the couch.

“Cat fight” Jesse jokes. The silence is loud as I death stare Ellie and all she does is smile. What an idiot. “Well- I think that’s the end of the party” Dina says, standing up and going to the front door. I should’ve controlled my temper- but Ellie was asking for it- she was trying to push my buttons. The rest of the people disappear out of the house and I stand up to go. “Y/N you can stay if you want- there’s the spare room” Dina says rubbing my arm. I just needed to get out of there- I didn’t know if I hated Ellie- or wanted her even more. “It’s fine, I should get back anyways” I give a small smile and say a quick goodbye.

It was a cold night and I glanced down at my watch. Fuck it’s 12am- I have patrol tomorrow. I snuggle into my jacket a little more and rush home to my small shed/house. I get in and change into my pyjamas before plopping onto my bed. I stare at the ceiling. I shouldn’t have acted like that at the party- Ellie probably thinks I’m a freak now. My eyes start to well with tears as I think about tonight. Why couldn’t I just tell her I like her? She’s right I am a pussy. Dina has said so many times that Ellie thinks I’m pretty and that if I told her she’d definitely like me back- but I’m too scared of rejection.

A knock on my door makes me jolt up. Who the fuck could it be? I get up and slowly walk to my door. “Who is it” I ask. “It’s me-here to have a cat fight” she giggles. ITS ELLIE. I quickly fix my hair before opening the door. “Can I come in “ she asks with her hands in her front pockets. I slowly nod and she brushes past me. “I’m not in the mood” I say rubbing my eyes. She stands in front of me with eyebrows raised. “Can we sit” she asks. I nod tiredly. We both sit on my small couch, facing each other. It was hard to be annoyed at someone so beautiful.

“I’m sorry about earlier- I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to know the answer really bad. I know we’re not that close but I’d hate if you hated me yenno” she spills out. “It’s fine- doesn’t even matter” I said. We sit there for a couple seconds in silence. I look into her eyes and then down to her lips. I want to kiss them so bad. This is fucking torture. “You alright y/n” she asks, my eyes still focused on her lips as she spoke. “Hey- y/n- my eyes are up here” she giggles and I snap out of my trance. Why do I continue to embarrass myself.

“Anyways….I should go- just wanted to make sure we’re good” she mutters. I nod my head and she begins to stand up. I don’t want her to go. What do I do? “Ellie wait” I say without thinking. She turns slightly to look at me. “What is it?” She smiles and my heart begins to melt. “I- um “ I begin as she looks at me in desperation for my answer. “Earlier- I didn’t want to answer your question- because” I begin and Ellie moves slightly closer to me.” It was you” I blurt out. Fuck I said it. Ellie just smiles and closes the gap between us, kissing me. I kiss back and my hands begin to roam her body. She guides me to the bed straddles me. She places soft kisses on my lips, then my jaw and then to my neck. I moan and she grins with satisfaction.

“I like you Ellie “ I say shyly. She sits up and looks at me. “You don’t have to say it back” I mutter. What if she only wants to get in my pants. “No - I like you too y/n- ever since our patrol together- I’ve liked you” she says and I begin to get butterflies. She’s liked me this whole time too? I sit up slightly to kiss her again. Our tongues dance around and our breathing gets heavy. “You should go” I whisper in between kisses. “Why” she breaths. “You think you’re gonna do something you regret” she smirks. “No- I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop” I giggle. “I have patrol in the morning” I say and she pecks me on the lips.

“Fuck- fine” she says frowning and getting up. She walks to the door and looks back to smile. “Hey wait- meet me at the bar tomorrow?” I ask hoping she says yes. “I’ll meet you there at 8” she says before leaving out the door. Oh my fucking god I have a date with Ellie Williams ahhhhhh.

The next day feels agonisingly slow as I anticipate seeing Ellie again. I finally get off patrol and practically run home to get ready for the date. I put on a tight black dress that goes only to my knees and shows my cleavage (hehe). I walk to the bar and take a sharp breath in before making my way through the room. It’s warm in here and there’s lots of drunk people dancing around. I don’t see Ellie yet even though it’s 8pm. I see an empty booth near the back and decide to sit there. I wait 10 minutes and start to get scared. What if she isn’t coming? What if she doesn’t like me and she was just drunk? Fuck I’m an idiot for thinking she’d actually like me.

“Hey babe” I hear, snapping me from my thoughts. Ellie was standing at the side of the table. I look up at here in awe of how hot she was. “It’s rude to stare” she teases. “Sorry- um you just look good” I say blushing. She sits in front of me and places two drinks on the table. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show” I mumble. “Yea, Sorry I was late- Joel was trying to calm my nerves” she says picking up her drink. She was nervous? She doesn’t seem the type. “Anyways- you look really good” she tells me looking me up- lingering a little when she got to my chest. My core starts to ache as she bites her lip before looking back to my face.

I sip on my drink and we spend about 2 hours talking about ourselves. It got very flirty at times which made me want to kiss her again. All day I had day dreamed about her lips, they’re so soft. “Wanna play truth or dare?” I blurt out and she raises an eyebrow. “Come on it’ll be fun - plus I promise to actually do them” I giggle. “You promise ?” she smirks. “Promise- but only if we play it somewhere else” I say as the music gets louder. We begin walking back to Ellie’s renovated garage. We laugh along the way as Ellie tells me some jokes. “That was a shit one” I laugh. “You’re laughing- so it obviously wasn’t shit” she smirks with her hands in the air.

“Can I hold your hand” she asks as her hand brushes off mine. “You don’t need to ask” I smile as she intertwines our fingers. It feels good holding her hand. We reach her place and get inside. “What do you want?” She asks looking for a drink. “I have beer, whiskey-“ she starts. “ whiskey would be nice” I tell her and she pulls out two glasses and pours some of the liquid into them. “Here” she smiles as she gives me the cup and sits opposite me at the table. “It’s cold out tonight” I say looking out at the dark night. “You wanna talk about the weather” she smirks. I shake my head and blush. I was suddenly really nervous now that we were on our own again.

“Okay let’s play the game then” she says leaning back in her chair. She’s so attractive. Like I wanna just pounce on her now- let her do anything to me. “What’re you thinking about” she asks. “Oh um nothing” I mutter in embarrassment. “You start” she says slightly licking her lips. I swallow hard. “Uh okay”. “Truth or dare” I ask and she pretends to deeply think. “Dare” she says. “Ummm I dare you to- um- suck your finger seductively” I say. She laughs and shakes her head.

“No -what the fuck” she grins. “Ellie you have to ? We made a promise” I whine. “For fuck sake” she groans. She slowly brings her middle finger up to her mouth and opens her mouth slightly to let it in. I stare at her mouth, wishing it was my finger. She sucks on it a bit before saying something. It was muffled and I couldn’t make it out because her finger was still in her mouth. “Huh” I ask. She takes her finger out of her mouth and says “Satisfied?”

I nod my head and she shakes her head looking down. “This game is fucking embarrassing” she laughs. “No need to be embarrassed- you looked….hot” I croak. She smirks and leans forward looking intrigued. “Truth or dare” she asks in a low voice. “Truth” I say and she rolls her eyes. “Come on do a dare y/n…spice shit up” she groans. “Shut it” I groan back. “Ugh fine - but you better be truthful- what dirty thoughts did you have of me “ she coos. Fuck. “Ellie” I groan. “Come on- we promised, remember” she smirks.

I fiddle with my fingers. Why did I suggest this- I should’ve known she’d ask this. “I um thought of-“ I started but stopped. I could not tell her- not even drunk. “Come on babe tell me- the worst thing that could happen is us actually playing it out” she mutters. My heart begins to race. “That wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing” I say biting my lip. “Tell me- I’m intrigued now” she says looking at me with lust in her eyes. Fuck it. “I thought of you-um touching me” I nearly whisper. “Oh yea? Where?” She asks. “Everywhere” I mutter. “How did that make you feel? It make you all wet?” She mumbles leaning over the table slightly- leaning closer to me. “Ellie” I half shrieked. “Fine don’t tell me then” she sighs leaning back into her chair.

“I dare you to touch me where I was touching you in your little fantasy” she smirks. “I didn’t even pick dare” I say. “Don’t care - picked for you” she shrugs. Ugh why is she doing this to me. I get up from my chair and walk over to her. She turns in her chair to face me. Her legs still man spreading making me want to do bad things to her. “do it already” she groans. I lean down slightly and brush off her cheek. “Here”, I brush down to her neck, “here”, I watch as her eyes follow my hand. “Here” I say as I brush over her tits, making her take in a sharp breath. “And here” I mutter, running my hand up her thigh slowly as I hear her breath hitch. “Where else” she asks in a raspy voice. I pause for a minute, wondering if I should do it. Her eyes are glossy and they can’t move away from my face. “Where else baby” she begs.

“here” I mumble as I rub my hand over her clothed pussy. She lets out a low moan as I press my hand harder onto her. “What did I do when I touched there?” She asks biting her lip. I lean down to her hot cheek to whisper in her ear “you put your fingers inside” I said seductively, the liquid courage setting in. She gasps a little as I move my hand up and down, rubbing her through her jeans. “Fuck” she says under her breath. “I dare you to do it- for real” I say and her face lights up. I back up a little. “Sit here- on my lap” she mumbles. I bite my lip before sitting on her lap- my back to her stomach. She places her chin just on my shoulder and her left arm holds my waist.

“You wear this dress so I had easy access?” She’s asks as her hot breath sends a shiver down my spine. “Maybe” I coo and I feel her grin. She slowly moves her hand down my body, grabbing my tit for a second before leading it all the way down to my pussy. She slides her hand under the short dress before gasping “no panties”. I giggle. “Good girl” she mutters before swiping her two fingers up my wet pussy.

She hums as she plunges her fingers into me with no hesitation making me gasp in pleasure. “Y/N you’re so wet” she groans as she kissed my neck. Moans and squelches fill the room. “You look so fucking sexy” Ellie mutters. She holds me tight on her lap so I don’t jump from pleasure. Her fingers are long and she curls them to repeatedly hit my g-spot. “Oh fuck Ellie I feel close” I moan. She giggles in my ear. “Your Pussy already wants to cum for me?” She asks as she speeds up her movements. “You’re so tight, I’ve been thinking about this all day” she groans as she leaves a purple mark on my neck.

The pleasure is too much and I begin to shake. “OH FUCK ELLIE - RIGHT THERE” I scream. “Good girl- cum on my fingers” she hums as I release. I pant as I come down but Ellie doesn’t stop fingering me. I let out soft moans. “T-too much el” I pant out. “Your pussy can’t take anymore?” She smirks. “Just g-give me a second” I breathe. I stand up to try compose myself. I see Ellie from the corner of my eye, she sucks all of my cum from her fingers before standing up. “Come here” she demands. She takes her clothes off and lays naked on the bed. Her tits are small and perky and her pussy is “perfect”. “Huh” Ellie asks. “Fuck did I say that out loud” I shyly ask. She nods and I blush.

“You wanna try something baby ?” She asks biting her lip. I nod my head and take my dress off. Her eyes go big as my tits come out. She bites her lip and rolls her head back. “Fuck me-“ she mutters. I look in her direction for instruction. “put your leg here” she demands and I do so. She lets out a breathy moan as I straddle her slightly sideways and our pussy’s touch. “You want me to grind against your cunt ?” I ask. “Fuck- yeah” she breathes as I begin to slowly move against her. Her pussy is so wet that we just glide back and forth with ease. Our moans fill the room. I lean down and massage her tits as she keeps her eyes on mine.

“Fuck- just like that- make me feel good y/n” she says with half lidded eyes. She’s now focused, looking down at our pussys moving together. “You’re addicting” I moan as the familiar knot in my stomach begins to form. Ellie is letting out sweet, soft moans. She’s driving me crazy- she seems embarrassed as I watch her enjoy herself. “I fucking love the sounds you make Ellie” I reassure and she smiles. Every time my clit grazes over hers I feel my pussy throb- getting close to cumming. “Fuck baby I wanna cum” Ellie grunts as I pick up the pace. My hips and legs hurt but I don’t care - I want to make her feel good.

She flutters her eyes shut and tilts her head back as her body begins to tremor. Seeing her this way makes me cum too. The room is filled with loud moans as we both ride out our intense orgasms. “Fuck” she mumbles as we both finish. I plop down beside her and try to catch my breath. “That - was amazing” I pant. “It sure was” she replies turning to me. Our legs tangle a bit as she faces me and lifts her veiny hand to push a piece of my hair back. “I really like you” Ellie says, emphasising ‘really’. I giggle and peck her on her soft lips. “I really like you too Ellie” I smile.

This felt so long when I proofread it but maybe it wasn’t xo

[amyfrysk]

Kim Rok Soo as a cat (inspired by this)

KRS is a big fluffy cat, but he's skinny af. However the mf eats more than a whole battalion and still is as skinny as a malnourished stray cat so when people pick him up they're always taken aback with how light he is and always get worried. He's 100% healthy though.

Sometimes, for whatever reason, KRS need to move Hong or On again their will he'll instinctively try to pick them up by the scruff. The problem? They're to big and he's to weak to actually pick them up, so he end up dragging them around since is already to late to give up. He always frown when that happens. To a outsiders point of view it may look like a momma cat scolding her kitties, but it is hella embarrassing to KRS and afterwards he always go hide somewhere that no one can find him until he comes out himself. He'll act nonchalantly about it though.

It was Hans who brought KRS, on and Hong (he was fooled by their "pitiful kitties drenched in the rain" act) so their were supposed to be Han's cats. On and Hong ended up as "the Henituse state's cats" but KRS is clearly Cale's cat.

KRS became a bit protective of Cale, so he always hiss to or attacks people who seem like a threat to the redhead.

If Cale is having a hangover there is always medicine waiting for him. The staff didn't brought it to him. Only Ron knows that it was KRS who brought it because he saw the cat carrying it in his mouth and entering Cale's room.

In the rare occasion were Cale truly got drunk and got sick because of it KRS will keep walking between Cale's legs so Cale will keep tripping on him until Cale give up on the idea of going out to drink more.

KRS knows how to open doors and he always close them behind him when he enters a room. He uses his hind paws to do so.

KRS is really expressive when he wants to communicate. He rarely vocalize anything, he just speaks with his body. Like putting his front paws together and moving then up and down to ask for food. Or tapping someone's leg to get their attention.

Cale and On are the only ones to truly understand KRS. But Cale is the only one to actually talk with KRS and (apparently) get proper answer. When questioned about it Cale says that KRS eyes and face tells everything.

KRS is that cat with eyes of disinterest and disdain. People always says that KRS looks like he's judging them. He is.

KRS can almost always be bribed with snacks.

When Cale is sad the likes to groom KRS and play with his fur. KRS let him because he likes it and knows that Cale needs it.

KRS aways sleeps on Cale's room.

When Cale is having insomnia ou had a nightmare KRS will straight up lay on Cale's face without previous notice and start purring. For some reason it does helps Cale and he always sleep well after.

Cale became a bit emotionally dependent of KRS.

Lily discovered that KRS loves to listen to stories, so she always read at least one book to KRS everyday.

Basen once saw KRS solve a puzzle (KRS was bored) and now a lil paranoid with the cat. He loves the cat, but the cat freaks him out.

Everyone feels that KRS don't trust them. But for some reason he seems to trust Cale to some extent.

Y'all know that cats are fucking liquid right? Well, KRS is even more. Even On and Hong are weirded out by him sometimes.

Also y'all know that cats can sleep anywhere, right? Yeah, Rok Soo is even worse. He once disappeared and was only found because the roof was going to be cleaned that day. He was in the highest spot of the roof all sprawled and crooked. No one knows how he got there since it's necessary equipment to get there.

Apparently it is possible to animals to get ancient powers because KRS got the shield. It took him a long time, but he did. The glutton(and all the ancient powers for that matter) and KRS can communicate via thoughts.

KRS hissed to Choi Han the first time they meet, bit Cale's pants and tried to drag him away from Choi Han before anyone said anything. When Cale opened his mouth tho ask what was wrong with the cat KRS started to meow non stop really loud. It was the loudest he ever meowed.

KRS successfully fooled Choi Han with the "big eyed fluffy cat" trick.

After Choi Han arrived On, Hong and KRS disappeared for days. Cale and Hans flipped the entire Henituse state searching for them. They came back almost a month later. Now Cale have to take care of a annoying dumb baby dragon who absorb any kind of information like a damn sponge. On and Hong convinced the black dragon to polymorph into a cat.

When On and Hong were debating on a name to the black dragon KRS showed up with a peace of paper with the words "Raon Miru" written on it. The name was KRS's sincere wish for Raon to live a happy life, not that anyone need to know that.

KRS also showed up with a peace of paper with three names written on it when Hans was thinking of a name to give to them. When Hans read the names each cat meowed to the corresponding name. KRS uses his claws to write. He just put the tip of one os his claws in the inkwell and wrote. The calligraphy is awful, but is still legible.

KRS stole a really expensive spatial bag and since then everyone is getting looted, both friends and foes. Everyone is pissed with it because they can't catch the culprit. Cale is having a lot of fun because he is the only one who knows that it is KRS fault.

KRS just disappear from time to time for quite a long time but aways come back.

During one of the times that KRS disappeared he was brought back by a tall man with golden hair. Who asked to meet the owner. Cale went to talk with him. Apparently said golden haired man is a fucking ancient dragon and Cale's cat have more then one ancient powers despise being a completely normal cat. Cale don't know if he's laughing due to the absurdity of the situation or due to the panic because his cat is on fucking thin ice from dying.

Eruhaben explained that he meet the cat when KRS passed by his lair holding a necklace with a very peculiar ability. Both Cale and Eruhaben forced KRS to show them what he was going to do with the necklace because none of them believes that the cat is incapable of comprehending human language. KRS put the dominating water on the necklace and look at Eruhaben dead in the eyes. Let's just say that the ancient dragon is helping Cale to search for the earth ancient power so his cat won't die because "wtf is this damn cat?".

This incident remembered Cale that even if he's weird af KRS is still physically a normal cat and that Cale don't know how old he is, so he started to pay a lot more of attention to him and take better care of him. Cale even had Beacrox research about healthy cat diet and started to give KRS raw meat because is how cats are supposed to eat. KRS refuses to eat it and even steals human food that he is not supposed to eat because is bad to him, so Beacrox had to at least cook it.

One day the staff went to report to the count that tomatoes have been planted in a hidden part of the garden and that when they tried to remove it(because it was not supposed to be there) the black cat just attacked them. After a bunch of attempts the cat just straight up assaulted anyone who came too close of it. Deruth went to check it latter on and saw the cat black fluffy cat dragging a water bowl and flipping the water on the tomatoes. Next day he took Violan with him to make sure it wasn't a hallucination. It wasn't, the cat was really taking care os the tomatoes. Later on people saw the cat digging the dirt with his paws, putting seeds inside the roles and covering the holes. Slowly but surely the black cat was making a small vegetable garden and was taking good care of it (as good as a cat can, that it) and the staff started to help him out a little.

One day the news that the fire on the jungle was put out by a black cat with red eyes reached the Henituse state, Cale just silently looked at KRS with a deadpan face and decided that ignorance is a bliss and pretended that he knew nothing.

One day KRS started to pile up books about military strategies, the North and wyverns on Cale's room. He meowed until Cale picked up the books and started reading them out loud. Cale though that KRS was doing it because Lily started her sword training and was forgetting to read to the cat. KRS was actually doing it so he would be sure that Cale was actually reading the books and would start to prepare for the war since the count had already warned the whole family and was fortifying the City walls.

Speaking of it... After the plaza terror incident the crown prince woke up to a letter on his bedside table which suggested the construction of a naval base in the ubbar territory. The calligraphy was awful but legible.

One day, after another of KRS disappearances, he came back with a crying rat. Turns out the cat is a mixed blood of dwarf and beast people of the rat tribe. The black cat brought a pen, ink and a big paper and dropped it in front of the trembling man who started crying. KRS slapped him visibly annoying and keeped slapping him at each sob. It was a drunk(not really) Cale who had to explain that the cat wanted the half dwarf to do something with the gathered materials. Muller started to do the first thing that came to mind, a blueprint of a fortress, the black cat nodded and went away. Cale half sarcastically congratulated Muller and said that he was the newest Henituse employee since his father was looking for engineers and architects anyway.

Eruhaben was secretly searching about how dragons communicate through telepathy and if it was possible to apply this kind of magic on a magicless creature. He ended up creating a artifact in the form of a small pendant. He put it on KRS collar together with the pendant with the dominating water.

It's kinda weird to hear KRS voice because it sounds like a tired and emotionless mid to late thirties man.

No one other than Eruhaben, On, Hong and Raon, Ron, Beacrox and Choi Han knows that both Cale and his cat are the masterminds behind the White Thing plans being ruined. Also, everyone believes that Cale is the one with ancient powers but the only one he actually has is the one he got from his mother's grave.

Everyone aways freak out when KRS just coughs up chunks of blood because almost no one knows that he has ancients power and that he also have a restoration one. People legitimately believe the cat is dying.

No one knows it but Cale always cries in silence when everyone is asleep while cuddling with KRS when the cat goes comatose.

The crown prince always have cat snacks ready for KRS because the cat aways come by with valuable info.

Alberu once had one of the dark elves to follow KRS to find out who sent him. Is impossible to track down the cat. He just discovered who's the owner after meeting Cale again and the trashy young master was patting the cat like some villain in a cliche novel.

For some reason the GoD send a message to his church saying that cats and hawks, mainly black ones, are a sacred symbol of his. No one knows why tho...

Fredo's family heirloom works on cat KRS, so he was the one who went to Endable pretending to be Naru. Fredo never got said heirloom back because is makes KRS life's easier when needed.

After getting embrace KRS started to use something akin to a military dog ​​vest with a lot of pockets. Eruhaben enchanted the pockets with spatial distortion magic so they actually the same thing as spatial bags. Inside that one of these pockets is a brooch with the Henituse household emblem. Blood Drenched Rock is inside de said brooch. Inside other pocket is food, water, potion, a golden plaque, a tiny stuffed animal(a golden fish to be more precise), a few weapons, a bunch of sacred objects and so on.

KRS went with Cale inside the SG temple. The White Radish was inside the stuffed golden fish inside one or KRS pockets.

Everyone flipped out when they saw Cale stabbing his cat and stabbing the White Star right after inside the SG temple. The cat is 100% fine tho and refuses to be separated from Cale.

Suddenly a black hawk with red eyes appeared and is now KRS best buddy. KRS is always purring when cuddling with the black hawk.

Thanks to the White Star bullshit and the GoD who give to Cale (not really) a sacred item plus the fact that Cale is always with a black cat and a black hawk, both with red eyes, people truly believe that Cale is the messenger of the gods.

English is not my native language so there's probably a lot a grammatical errors, but I tried my best. Hope y'all like it.

@phantomfallacy

[anticmiscellaney]

as an aspiring comic artist looking to move from graphite and oil painting to more ink/inkwash/watercolor like you- could you explain your process a bit? any tips for beginners? i love your art and you're at the top of my inspiration list right now :,)

Thank you! I've been using ink and watercolour for a long time, and ink/inkwash is definitely my favourite medium. A key tip for getting started would be to know the different kinds of ink available because they all work differently. The three main ones are:

Dye-based ink - these have their uses, but they are not lightfast at all (fade quickly) and they act kinda weird. The colours are very vibrant, but they tend to dry very fast, not be waterproof (tricky for layering), and stain the paper. I use very few dye-based inks. Some ink brands look like they have a big colour range, but when you look at the boxes half of them say "dye based" - don't buy Higgins those.

Acrylic ink - think of this as very liquid acrylic paint. There are a lot of fancy options, many specialty kinds (metallics, pearls, neons), but they aren't going to give you the transparent inkwash look. It's good for drawing opaque lines over colour, and you can dilute it with water for a wash, but it gets chalky. Waterproof may vary (test it first), and it usually has a matte finish. White acrylic ink is well worth having as you can detail over solid black or tint it with coloured pigmented inks, and god knows I love using neons, but I treat acrylic ink like "effects" ink. It’s not my main drawing ink. Daler Rowney is good and widely available (pigment-based is not the same as pigmented ink, this is still acrylic ink), they have a few lines at different prices. Liquitex is decent.

Pigmented/India ink - this is my favourite kind of ink and probably what you want! Pigmented ink dilutes well (it’s a transparent medium like watercolour) and often has a glossier finish depending on shellac content, and it will say on the bottle if it’s waterproof (test that first). It’s good for brush or nib, good for layering, works nicely with watercolour and other types of ink, can be mixed to make new colours/tints...she’s got it all. If you’re in Australia, Art Spectrum is great, I stock up every time I’m back there. If you’re elsewhere, I recommend Speedball for black ink (Blick Black Cat in the US is good). Dr Martins Bombay India Ink has great colours and they’re usually affordable.

There are many brands and everyone has their preferences, and over time you will find your own. I have a mix of different types and brands, though probably fewer than you’d think. Get a small bottle in one or two colours and play around, see if you like it before investing in a set. Don’t buy fountain pen ink or Rapidograph ink for nib/brush, those are best suited to being used in specific types of pens.

The nibs I use are Hunt #512s. #102s (called crow quills) are popular and I like them too, but they are very sharp and will rip up your paper, and can be a little too flexible and hard to control. The #512 is a good all-rounder with a smooth line capable of variation, and I think they’re a solid choice for a beginner. These nibs and holders are cheap and widely available. I don’t buy expensive watercolour brushes because ink will wreck them a lot faster than watercolour will. What you want to look for is the fibers holding a point - the brush should not have bedhead.

My only real advice to someone looking to try watercolours is to not buy the cheapest shittiest kind. You know from oil painting that all paints are not created equal and bad paint is going to frustrate you, especially when you’re starting out. I started with one of these twelve years ago and I still use it in conjunction with other sets I’ve built myself, I just refill the pans from (better quality) tubes when they get low. They last a long time. So do bottles of ink.

I’d like to do a process post, but I’m not sure what would be interesting or helpful to you, and I use ink/watercolour/gouache in a lot of different ways. If there’s a specific piece you liked the look of, I’m happy to demonstrate that method, or I can just go through my favourite approach.

As for comics...the best advice I can give you is pretty general.

Anatomy is a rewarding life-long study, but what really counts for narrative art, over technical accuracy, is GESTURE, EXPRESSION, and BODY LANGUAGE. Look at people. Look at how they move, look at their faces, look at their hands, listen to how they talk. In comics, you are the director and the actors.

Environments are a bonus character in your story and can add a lot of depth and atmosphere! Understanding perspective will make using them a lot easier.

Do not start with your graphic novel idea, start with a short story (under eight pages) and finish it. Finish it. Fucking finish it. Then do some more, getting longer over time. The best idea you never do is worth less to your progress than the worst finished piece.

There aren’t a lot of books that dig into the nuts and bolts of sequential storytelling for artists in a way I like. Filmmaking books are handy, but they’re dealing in moving images and don’t have to worry about page design. There are some good “how to make comics” books (the two Will Esiner did are my favourites), but as a genre it can be very hit or miss. I always look at what the writer/artist has made to see if I want to listen to their instructions - if you hate their art and think the graphic novel they made sucks, don’t buy their how-to book.

Bob McLeod, one of my teachers, gave us all this list:

These rules aren’t inflexible, but they cover the big issues.

For actual storytelling advice, the best one I have read was Directing The Story by Francis Glebas. It’s aimed at storyboard artists, which I was, but it discusses visual storytelling and explains how to approach it and the reasoning behind choices in a way that is useful for anyone making sequential art.

[soleilnomoon]

Hi hi Kaia! Just wanna say, that soft nsfw Kidd fic you wrote legit just made me want to cry 😭😭 Soft Kidd is something I didn’t know I needed, you wrote him so well tbh! Following that note, if it’s alright could I ask for a nsfw request for Kidd but with a reader smoler than him? In my own headcanon I like he’d def have a size kink and be damn teaser because he’s like 7ft tall👀 lool If not, no worries! Thank you either way!

awww i’m glad you liked it, i had so much fun writing it (who knew i needed soft kid in my life like hello 😭👋🏾). also yes yes yes yes, a billion times yes, i gotchu  ♥️ the way that man lives rent free in my head is unreal 🥵

2.3k words, fem reader, nsfw (it's kid, idk what to tell u), 18+ mdni pls, a little playful banter, some alcohol, other cute stuff includes spitting, size kink (reader is short), clothes ripping (what can i say), kid being a general menace; i tried to keep it short but *washes hands*

you know better than to distract him while he’s in the middle of a project, but you have very little self preservation when it comes to eustass kid. it’s late at night when you find him tinkering away in his workshop; with his music blasting, head bobbing along as he wordlessly mouths the lyrics to the song, you walk in undetected. even as you close the door, he doesn’t turn around — and while, you should make sure to lock it, you don’t bother. everyone for the most part is asleep or far enough away that you’re not worried about being interrupted.

this is your first mistake for the night.

sauntering around like the mischievous cat you are, you loosely hold a bottle of rum in your hand; you picked it up on the last island the ship docked at, someone gifting you the whole thing as thanks for assisting them. you unscrew the cap and take a big swig, the dark liquid flooding your senses as it glides down your throat with ease. one of the smoothest drinks you’ve had in a while, if you do say so yourself. 

the thing is, while you might think you’re being stealthy, kid has been aware of your presence this whole time. he’d be a shit captain, otherwise, right? still, his curiosity rivals yours, and he wants to see what you’re up to. pretending to jam to the music, kid catches you sidling up to him and smirks to himself, but purposely keeps his focus on the wrench in his hand. the smile on your face is evidence enough of your misdeeds — that you truly believe you’ve gotten away with infiltrating kid’s space, but before you can announce yourself, kid bursts your bubble quickly.

“you’re shit at sneaking around, y’know that right?” he turns his head, tilting it a bit, features morphed to denote a faux-bored expression. he leans his elbow on the worktable, and props his head up with his large hand.

mouth open — because, how else are you to react to him saying that? — words jumble around in your mouth, and you start stuttering. before you can make more of a fool of yourself, you jab a finger at him, hitting his chest on your first attempt. amusement blooms onto his face with ease, disrupting the game he wanted to play with you. 

“shut up, you’re the worst,” you say before pouting at him, brows furrowed as a wave of childishness takes over you. “now i don’t even want to share this with you.” he drops his gaze down to the bottle in your hand but grabs it before you can step away.

“rum? really.” he’s a scotch kind of man, with gin and vodka being suitable alternatives. you know that he’s not into rum like that, but you figured you’d ask him to try this brand for fun. now all you feel is residual embarrassment; cheeks burning, you lunge your arm out to grab it, wanting to just go sit somewhere on the deck and drink alone, but kid doesn’t let you. instead, he pops the cap off, tosses it somewhere and drinks from the bottle. 

you blink several times, watching in shock as he drinks for longer than you think he will. “kid!” you yank on the bottle, annoyance building slowly as you struggle to take it back from him. “don’t drink it all,” you whine helplessly, not wanting your big brute of a captain to ruin your night. kid acquiesces, leaning back in his chair, dark orange hair falling messily over his forehead, eyes drifting down your body, drinking in the sight of you. despite the rum being a bit sweeter than he’s used to, the quality of it impresses him, but he won’t say that. not yet.

ignoring the way your body reacts to his heated looks, you pick up where you left off, taking another swig of the rum, swaying to the music that carries around the room — the notes wrapping around you, coasting along your skin as you hum along. he watches you, amusement never dwindling, tongue running along his bottom lip before he decides that enough is enough. 

“c’mere, you’re drinking it wrong,” he says, voice dripping with intent, as he pulls you to him and plucking the bottle away from you again and setting it down. for safekeeping. before you’re even able to protest, before you’re able to fuss at him over pestering you like this, kid’s hand drifts lower and grabs onto your ass playfully. you smack his chest, face burning, thighs pressing closely together, an ache shooting through you faster than you can stop it. 

before you know it, he has you seated on top of the table, whatever he was working on is momentarily forgotten and haphazardly pushed aside. you lean back on your hands, head tilted as kid stands in between your legs, anticipation crawling down your arms, wrapping itself around your chest with familiarity. breathing slowed, long lashes fluttering as you fix your eyes on him, a little tipsy and giggly, but mostly drunk off of him and his presence. “i’m waiting,” you say, voice lilting, words coasting and caressing him softly. he almost asks you what exactly you’re waiting for, the way you inadvertently short-circuited his mind for a brief second made him forget why he took the rum from you in the first place.

he reminds himself to focus, to not lose to you, because losing is absolutely unacceptable, obviously.

“open,” he instructs, and you don’t have to ask him for clarification; on command, your lips part and you leave your mouth open for him. the corners of his lips twitch as he pours more rum into your mouth; some of the tawny liquid spilling down your lips and onto your chin. you don’t mind it though, completely mesmerized by the experience, entirely too giddy over the way he hulks over you like that. his height used to intimidate you, until you wiggled your way into his life and the two of you gradually became closer; now, you can’t get enough of it.

kid places the bottle down again, fully prepared to ignore it as he leans closer and runs his tongue along your skin, lapping up the runaway drops of rum, until your lips meet. when kid kisses you, it’s as if time stops and then speeds up. it starts off short — his lips pecking yours once, twice, tongue swiping against your lips, demanding entrance. on your next exhale, he pushes closer, your breasts pressing against him through your thin shirt, nipples hardening on impact.

if it were up to him, he’d drink the remainder of the rum from your mouth. you taste sweet, forbidden, and hypnotic — plush lips inviting him to nip them needlessly, sparking a small flame deep within your abdomen that slowly spreads to the rest of your body. with shaky hands, you tug on his clothes, wanting to feel his skin on yours sooner rather than later; and kid obliges, also helping you with your own clothes, ripping your shirt accidentally through the haze of lust.

“whoops,” he says, laughing darkly at your annoyed expression. you don’t believe for a second that it was completely accidental, but kid likes pushing your buttons anyway, so did it really matter what the truth was?

sensing a retort building inside of you, he kisses you again, hand roaming along your soft body, liking the way you feel against him; all that softness will be the death of him, he’s sure of it.

likewise, you get lost in his kisses, small hands gliding along the hard planes of his body, the dips, sharp ridges of his muscles, only make your hunger that much more intolerable. you whine against his lips, your pussy wet from the sloppy kisses you exchange, his own cock hardening excitedly, precum spilling down the thick head as it leans against your stomach.

“kid,” you breathe, lips ghosting his, “just fuck me already, damn it.” the need you have for him might actually make you lose your mind at the rate he’s going. normally, you’re the one telling him to slow down — but for some reason, it’s like your body is entirely too eager. maybe it’s the rum, or maybe you’ve just fallen deeper inside whatever trap he’s laid out for you tonight. you’re not sure, and you don’t actually care to know the answer; so you forget about it, focusing on getting kid to move.

it’s laughable, the way you’re begging him, when he knows once he gets started, you’re going to sing an entirely different tune. he runs his finger — thick, rough, impatient — between the folds of your pussy, admiring the way your arousal drips onto his skin, before plunging the finger inside of you without warning. you arch your back, mouth falling open at the intrusion, panting lightly when he inserts another finger shortly after. nails digging into his skin, your hips moving forward, as if his fingers are controlling your movements, a small voice in the back of your head reminding you that you’re playing with a fire that’s much too big for you to handle.

you ignore it; when it comes to eustass kid, your self-preservation goes right out the window.

plunging his fingers in and out of you recklessly, your head spinning from all of the rum, the kissing, and him — you maybe consider that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. “w-wait, kid slow down,” your voice barely audible, drowning behind your moans and the music that’s still blasting through the room. when he finally does manage to pull his fingers out, you only have a brief moment of reprieve before he’s rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, positioning it right in front of your entrance, he winks at your wary expression, making you even more suspicious of his motives. another complaint lodges in the back of your throat, stuck when kid pushes his cock inside of you, his girth ripping a loud moan out of you.

kid, meanwhile, is floating above the clouds, thoroughly enjoying your pussy’s feeble attempts at strangling him — those attempts do work, by the way, he’s just prideful and stubborn. snapping his hips against yours, kid pushes his cock into you deeply; the pain is worth it, though. it’s terribly addicting, the way he pulls back and thrusts into you harder, his balls slapping against your skin from the devastating pace he’s set. 

“kid, fuck, wait, wait,” you breath comes out in small pants, eyelids fluttering from the rough way that kid is fucking you. this is what you wanted, though, isn’t it? to tease him and let him have his way? if kid wasn’t so used to your subtle tricks, he’d actually be concerned. but he knows how much you like how rough he is, he knows how you like him to hold you firmly, so you can feel the full brunt of his thrusts, and he knows that no matter what, you’ll still ask him to fuck you like this again, and again, and again.

and he’s right. you can’t deny it; even if you wanted to you wouldn’t. when his hips meet yours, you wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to completely lose yourself in him, sweat already gliding down your neck, onto your clavicle, breasts bouncing against him.

“that’s it,” he coos, none-to-kindly, his tone dark, sinister, mocking, “see how well you’re taking me?” he shifts and pushes you down onto the table, your back arching off of it as he drives into you repeatedly, his thrusts turning your body into something helpless and pitiful, your words unintelligible, voice hoarse as you call his name out. he pulls out of you suddenly, much to your displeasure, folding your legs against your chest and instructing you to hold onto the backs of your thighs.

your pussy is a pretty sight to see, so naturally he slaps it hard before spitting on it. he’s so romantic, isn’t he?

you can barely think as his cock invades your pussy all over again — your warm, plush walls closing in around his length, as he angles his hips in a way that has your toes curling and a bit of drool creeping out of your mouth. it’s so tragically embarrassing, except you can’t be bothered to feel any bit of shame right now. 

with each brutal thrust, you find yourself teetering on the edge, ecstasy coloring any logic you have left in your mind, and when he kisses you again, tongue caressing yours hotly, an orgasm crashes into you. kid groans against your lips, thrusting fervently, strokes sloppier and shorter, wanting to hold out but finding himself unable to. if there’s one thing he knows, it’s that your pussy is absolutely lethal when provoked. it’s not often that you squirt, but when you do it drives him wild. “oh fuck, look at how much of a mess you’ve made.” his laughter should grate your nerves, but it doesn’t, it only makes you want to cover your face, because you hate how good he makes you feel. although, his laughter is short-lived; he powers into you, his own orgasm finding him much quicker than he anticipates, his cum is thick and hot, dripping out of you when he pulls out, spilling down onto the wooden surface of the table.

both of you sort of stay quiet, trying to catch your breaths; he runs a hand through his hair, feeling properly refreshed, almost as if a bit of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. you drop your legs, struggle to sit up, and look at him accusingly. “you’re such a damn beast,” but there isn’t a hint of venom or malice behind your words. if anything, you almost sound impressed. he chuckles at your act and just kisses you to keep you quiet.