#they're back on the brain again so fingers crossed you will see a lot more of them

[marcelineuntitled]

oh i forgot to post this one here

[hannah-banana-lou]

Come back to me

Husband william afton x Wife female reader AU

it's here!! sorry for the delay. i have been super busy!!

(Pt.2)

i'm not the best at writing smut but i'm trying! i promise!!

Content warning: Marriage issues, verbal abuse, smut!!! (lots of it in this chapter!!!), age gap couple - William (early 50’s) Reader (mid/late 20’s)

UNDER 18’S DNI!!!

Come Back To Me (Pt.2)

You’re home. He kissed you for the first time in months, less than 40 minutes ago. It’s sparked hope within you. Maybe that tiny bit of affection means that he will change? Go back to normal?

Think again.

He is back to his cold, distanced, usual self. You find yourself in the kitchen. Making a late lunch for your twins. He is standing next to you. You finish what you’re doing and smile over at him, placing your hand on his. He immediately recoils. Your eyes widen, confused. Before you can question it he storms off upstairs, into his home office. Slamming the door with force, which made you and your toddlers flinch.

You spend the next few hours confused. Your mind is miles away. Searching your brain for Answers. Clues. Anything.

the rest of the day goes by quickly. running errands, dropping the twins off with your mom for the weekend. you hope that the weekend alone with your husband might provide some answers. fingers crossed.

you get home. he is out. nowhere to be found. not sure where he is or when he is coming back. the clock reads 9:00pm. he should be back by now. you made dinner, hoping he would sit with you and enjoy the meal. like old times. it's now gone cold.

Sitting in the living room, the silence is uncomfortable. you've been alone in the house before but this, this just feels weird. like you're waiting for something to happen. alas, nothing does. your thoughts are consuming you. where is he? why isn't he back yet? is he okay?

as if you manifested it, your mobile rings.

Caller ID: the pizzerias landline.

you pick up the phone, answering it immediately "Hello? will?"

"Hi, i won't be back for another hour" his voice is strained, rough. almost breathless

"oh" you respond. suspicious at the sound of his voice "what are you doing at the pizzeria so late?"

"working" he responds quickly. you hear thudding in the background.

"what was that?" more like who was that? you think to yourself.

"What was what? anyways. i have to go, i'll see you in a bit" he cuts off

"love you" you respond, voice soft, deflated.

For a few seconds you hear silence on the other end. "bye" he grunts out before he hangs up.

you sigh. breaking the silence of the house as you get up off the sofa and head upstairs to what used to be yours and William's bedroom but now it's just yours.

you climb into bed, crawling under the duvet. closing your eyes, trying to sleep. ultimately failing. the bed feels so big, so lonely.

After what feels like hours, you start drifting off to sleep before you hear the front door open and slam closed. keys jingling as they're inserted into the lock.

Heavy footsteps ascending the stairs.

The bedroom door creaks open. the landing light flooding the darkness of the bedroom.

Silence as he stands in the doorway.

Eyes directed towards your, assumed, sleeping figure. you hear him walk closer. the bed dipping as he sits on the side that was once allocated to him.

Silence again.

Staring at your back. he takes his boots off and gets under the covers, letting out a tired groan. you stay silent, waiting for his next move. why was he in bed with you?

he rolls over to you, wrapping his arm around you, hand resting on your hip, head rested on your shoulder as he plants kisses upon the skin.

"you awake?" he whispers into your skin

"mhm" you respond. soft. tired. a whisper.

you feel his hand gently move away the hairs adorning your neck. moving his kisses from your shoulder up to your neck. the hand resting on your hip, gently caressing your side as he trails it up and down.

"i miss you" he whispers out, kissing and painting your neck with saliva.

you let out a soft moan at his ministrations. confused to say the least. the mixed signals messing with your mind.

he snakes his hand down your side, fingers sliding under your pajama pants. no panties. no resistance. he paws at your thighs, before dipping his finger between your soaked folds. index finger circling your sensitive nub. eliciting a moan from you.

he growls, moving his finger down and plunging it inside your tight hole. moving it at an agonizingly slow pace.

in... out.... in.... out...

he slips another digit inside. speeding up. another moan from you. you bite your lip, attempting to suppress any thing else from coming out.

he curls his fingers, rubbing deliciously against your sensitive spot. mouth open, moaning loudly. you grab his arm, unsure why. Not trying to stop him at all.

he chuckles "Look at you" he whispers, mockingly. fingers working faster inside of you. you're close. he can tell. the soaked digits abandon your dripping cunt. you let out a protesting whine.

he rolls onto his back in the middle of the bed. you sit up, looking over at him. his cock straining against his pants. "here" he snaps his fingers, pointing to the space in between his legs. you obey. crawling between his legs. moving your hands up and unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock springs free. standing to attention.

Big. thick. adorned with bulging veins. pink tip. as you remember it.

you place your hand around the shaft, leaning your head down, licking a stripe on the underside of the shaft to tip. mouth wrapping around the tip. he lets out a groan. a hiss.

your cheeks hallowing as you suck. hand stroking the base. working in unison. His fingers raking through your hair before grasping at locks. pushing you down onto his cock. taking him in your throat. causing you to gag slightly. he bites his lip, pulling you off and pushing you back down. thrusting his hips into the air with each suck.

after a while he pushes you off completely. you look up at him confused. he Shifts his body, getting onto his knees, turning you around and pushing you down into the bed. ass up in the air. he yanks your pajama pants down to your knees. moving his face down. kissing your cheeks before spreading them open. your pussy dripping. he accumulates the wetness on his fingers, sucking on them. letting out a groan at your taste. one he's missed.

silence.

you try to move your head up and look over your shoulder but he pushes your head back down into the duvet. you gasp as you feel his tongue dive into your soaked sex. tongue fucking your hole before licking stripes. sucking on your nub. obscene noises. rubbing his face into your pussy. beard scratching against your skin which only adds to your arousal. fingers back inside you, working in unison with his tongue. moans and groans from both of you. your core pulsating, grabbing the bed sheets as you're edging closer and closer to orgasm. getting desperate. grinding against his face as you feel your release closing in. before you know it you're screaming, cumming. shaking.

he plants a firm slap to your overstimulated pussy causing you to flinch and jump forward. you hear a small grunt as he grabs your waist, pulling you back to him.

"you wanted my attention, now you've got it" he growls out. grabbing his cock and aligning it to your tight entrance.

he pushes in abruptly. not even caring about if you can take it all or not. you did a while ago. in his mind, you should be able to now.

a loud whimper escapes your throat. he's quick to comfort you. shushing you.

"shh...shh i know, it's been a while bunny" he smooths his palm over your ass cheek with a modicum of affection.

"Relax bunny" he continues, slowly sawing into you. not the speed he wishes to go but your pussy is like a vice clamp right now.

a few soft and slow thrusts into you. whimpers and moans leaving your lips and he feels you relax. He takes that opportunity to stop lazily sawing into you, instead he speeds up, pounding into you at a unforgiving pace. moans, grunts and skin hitting each other, filling the silence of the room. grasping at the bedsheets as you feel yourself reaching peak again, toes curling, a loud squeak causing him to chuckle. a firm slap against your ass cheek, causing a red mark. his hands firm on your hips, pulling you back onto him with each thrust.

he's panting, in a frenzy as he feels himself get closer. before you know it he's filling you up. his seed painting your insides. pulling out. collapsing back on the bed with a thud, you follow suit. he wraps an arm around you possesively.

planting a soft kiss to your forehead. "i'm going to try and be better. for you. i promise" he mumurs between panting breaths.

you hope his promise was true. not some fake excuse to stall you on getting a divorce.

[sorencd]

FROM ME TO YOU

pairing: steven meeks x reader

summary: you've been receiving a ton of letters lately. no address or anything, just a letter. who's it from?

word count: 2k

a/n: I FINALLY FINISHED IT RAHHHHH I FINISHED IT THANK U TO WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS ANON I FORGOT BUT ANYWAYS I FINISHED IT RAHSHSHAHHHHH

masterlist

"you know, this isn't really fair. i was expecting people to not really like these types of crackers because come on! they're childish! practically child-shaped and screams 'child' all around!" you huff before sitting down on your desk with your arms crossed, not noticing the piece of paper in front of you.

"then why do you buy them then?"

"because it's good!"

"then maybe that's why they buy it."

you just came back from your quick stroll outside to unwind from the stressful lesson you and your brain were put through and to hopefully, score yourself some delicious goldfish crackers, but to your dismay, they were all out of your favorite snack.

"the shopkeepers by now should now that i absolute- what's this?"

"woah, there's another one!"

there on your desk sat an envelope that interrupted you from you rambling. there was no address, no sign, no nothing. the front and back were pristine as ever and it had only your name neatly written on the bottom corner. lately, you've been receiving a handful of letters of the same nature─ just your name and a romantic letter inside. you carefully opened the seal to retrieve its contents, expecting the usual lovesick and hopelessly devoted warble you've grown accustomed to. you have even begun to expect a note somewhere on you or your belongings early in the day, whether it be on your desk─ like the one in your hands right now, your bag, slid in between one of your books, or it would be shuffled in along with your notes. 

"is it from the same person?" you continued carefully unsealing the paper while your friend watched you with eager eyes, excited to see what's in store this time.

you've got to hand it to whoever's doing this, though. they're very dedicated; continuously sending you love letters every day like it's their job. you'd receive one after another and another and another. this person made sure to never miss a date. you pulled out the love letter and along came it was a small flower stuck to the corner. a flutter from your heart travelled down to your toes and set your whole body in a feeling of excitement as you recognized what the flower symbolized; it made you forget all about not being able to eat the delectable treat you were so set on getting your hands on. you also had to resist the urge to grin like an idiot, keeping on the nonchalant facade and instead looked around the room for anyone who could possibly send this to you. but it was only you and your friend.

"so this is what you do in your spare time?"

steven jumped from his position behind the door and quickly pulled back into the corridor, frightened when charlie suddenly appeared out of thin air. he shook his head and pinched the space between his eyes with his fingers. if only he could muster up enough courage to hand the letters in person, but he knew better than anyone he'd only freeze on the spot and make a fool of himself, and the last person he wanted to weird out was you. 

"i was only making sure (y/n) got my letter, i put a lot of effort into that."

"i think (y/n) would appreciate it more if you reveal yourself."

charlie received a scrunched and dumbfounded glare to his proposal. he was absolutely appalled that charlie could even suggest such a vile thing.

"come on! grow yourself a pair, eh?"

steven could only shake his head again to show his distaste to his friends suggestions. in the midst of his and charlie's bickering, steven failed to hear the soft clicking of shoes on the floor that was slowly approaching the doorway they resided in. he also failed to see the sly grin on charlie's face and his gaze that went beyond his eyeglasses' frame, it was your turn to give him a heart attack.

before you were about to head for the washroom, a familiar body was standing to your left along with someone else. it was that boy who you shared a class or two with, steven. recently, you've begun to notice that to you, he stands out more amongst the crowd. in a sea of people, you could easily discern him amidst the haze. this feeling gradually came onto you the more you saw him, and a silent hope behind the back of your mind wished that the anonymous letters were from him. after all─ the few times you came across his handwriting, at least often enough for you to recognize it, you could clearly see a resemblance between the two. but you just concluded it's your mind corroborating something for you to keep yourself from succumbing into insanity.

"(y/n)! what a surprise!"

"hi steven! hi… charlie?"

"right on the money!" 

the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard, akin to something straight out of heaven was all his mind was set on. your laughter that steven loved so much filled the air and rang through his ears like a god-sent melody. in short it was angelic, and the things he’s willing to do just to hear it again would’ve made him a wanted man. 

"alright. if you both will excuse me, i have somewhere to go to. it was nice meeting you two!"

and there you go. quickly scurrying off into the crowd-filled hallways and blending in, disappearing from steven's line of sight just as quick as you've arrived.

"if i were you i'd be quicker about asking (y/n) out. drop the 'mysterious kid' act and get yourself a lover!" he received a shove from charlie accompanied by a cheshire-cat smile.

charlie was very adamant on helping him, steven concluded. and if he wanted to be free of the constant daydreaming about you, and get charlie to stop pestering him, he figured maybe it is time to reveal himself to you. 

with a rub to his sinus, steven begrudgingly agreed to remove the anonymity of his letters and finally give your secret-admirer a proper name.

you were organizing each of the letters in your small box that hid in the depths of your bag in the washroom to avoid anyone from seeing what you're doing. it wasn't like you compiling the letters was wrong, you just wanted privacy from prying eyes and a little breathing room for yourself. 

and all the while steven anxiously waited outside, a large lump in his throat that he couldn't seem to swallow no matter how much he tried. his fingers constantly fiddling as a result of his heart rapidly beating out of the cage of his chest, and every sound made him flinch. his nerves were buzzing like wildfire. was he really going to do this? reveal himself to you? what would you think? he shouldn't have listened to charlie. but on the other hand, he's got nothing to lose. aside from his dignity and maybe having to bear the pain of you trying to avoid him to relieve the awkwardness that could ensue, though that wasn't really much of an issue. at least steven thinks it's not. at the end of the day, he could always just walk away; you haven't seen him anyways.

a small, shocked gasp came from his left pulled him out of his train of thoughts and overanalyzing of the situation at hand, it was you. he mirrored your surprised movements and let out a shout of his own, he took a few steps back to recuperate. great, now it was too late and there's no way to get out of this now.

"steven! i didn't expect to see you again." he watched your eyes crinkle along your toothy smile, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. he was absolutely smitten just from hearing your voice. 

"is everything alright?"

"y-yeah uhm, i was just about to-" he darted his eyes around before settling them back on you, "can we go somewhere else? i-i'd like to tell you something."

you nodded, albeit not without hesitance due to his sudden invitation. the pair of you walked together. him leading you to where you presume is the spot by the lake, given you were walking towards the door where behind it would reveal the fields outside of hellton.

the walk on the way was nothing short of quiet and tense, is how you'd like to put it. you were tempted to initiate small talk, given that your surroundings were eerily quiet, and the silence was starting to ring in your ears, but you feared the conversation would just be short lived. so you opted to keep your mouth shut the entire short trip.

and now, after hearing nothing except for your shoes clashing with the floor, it was replaced with the chirp of birds and soft walking atop the grass. you heard steven halt in his tracks while you were busy admiring the view, and when you switched your focus to look back at him, you were now standing by a lake. the scenery feels like it was pulled straight out of a story book from winnie the pooh, you commented to yourself as you lifted your head to face steven. the crisp gush of the wind gently glazing your cheeks. but the boy in front of you shielded most of it. 

"so- what i was meaning to say was…." he paused, breaking eye contact to look down at his shoes before taking a deep breath. he wasn't sure if what he was doing was the right thing, or was it the right time to do so, but he already caught himself in whatever all of this is. and he's not turning back.

"it was me."

"it was.. you? the one who took the last bag of goldfish crackers?"

"what? no uhm.. i'm the one who's been.. you know.. sending those letters.." 

"oh." blood rushed to your cold cheeks and cascaded a warm red-hued tint, your eyes slightly widened and your lips were parted. this was surprising, you weren't really expecting it to be him. you thought he had no interest in anything involving romance because to you, he was very focused on studying. maybe there's more to him than you thought. you inhaled, trying to recollect yourself as quickly as possible. but how could you when someone just confessed to being your secret admirer?

"i was wondering too if you'd maybe like to, i don’t know.. go out on a date..? with me? sometime? we could go to that library you like that's nearby, i mean it's the only library nearby." there, he said it. he shot his shot, he can't take it back now.

"i think i'd like that."

steven felt his heart stop, he was blessed with seeing your smile that was as bright as the sun face to face, and it was directed to him! he must be dreaming! with his mouth agape and his cheeks impossibly redder than yours, he tried saying anything, anything at all that would tell you how pretty he thought you were, but nothing came out. the sudden irritating ringing of the bell saved him from the embarrassment he could've put himself into, it was time to return to classes again. 

"i'll see you later?"

"yeah, bye-bye steven. i'll see you later!" you shouted after him. steven had to fix his footing to prevent himself from tripping while he walked away. he turned back to wave at you again, who was walking towards the opposite direction. the boy with new profound energy rushed towards his next class as fast as his legs would allow him.

"someone's happy." gerard pointed out when steven took a seat beside him, a lopsided giddy grin on his lips and a slight bounce to each step he took. he felt like he was over the moon.

"see, i told you. you had nothing to worry about." a voice from behind, which belonged to charlie, who was wearing a smug expression, chimed in.

steven couldn't really hear what they were saying, though. he’s too busy daydreaming about how fun the library date would be, his own thoughts blocking out the others' voices. and he’s already conjuring up the next letter he's about to make for you out of pure excitement, maybe he'll include a poem or two into it, too.

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[zhongrin]

┋ The Steambird Issue No.517

article commissioned by the fontaine steambird magazine and written by ✾ mei/rin ✾

[Breaking News!] Our Fontaine gadget makers did it again, folks!

A collaboration project between Fontaine's best gadget makers and the scholars at Sumeru Akademiya has resulted in a prototype device inspired by the now-obsolete AKASHA system.

Not many details have been revealed, but as the scholars described it, they are aiming to use the concept of AKASHA to create a virtual space, called TeyvaTweets, where people can communicate with one another without seeing each other's faces! Yes - much quite like a communication device, but one that utilizes text instead of the usual verbal methods of communication.

A few selected testers have been invited to try it out, and if you're one of the lucky ones - congratulations! We look forward to seeing how this new technology will help connect people across Teyvat.

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Dear <USER>,

𝒞ongratulations! You have been selected to help with testing out the fruits of our labor, here at the Sumeru-Fontaine collaboration project. Enclosed is the device containing the application: TeyvaTweets. Have fun perusing it, and we look forward to your feedback.

⧽ [ Turn on the device ]         [ Leave it off ]

ps. user manual and warnings attached on a separate page.

𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝟷.𝟶.

you should be able to open it using both phone and pc (it's just a normal website).

clicking on pfp/name/username in a tweet (orange box) will open the profile of that person. clicking the 'x' icon on the popup box's top right side will close the user profile.

clicking the tweet on the main page will open the tweet's replies thread. clicking the back button will bring you back to the main page.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

there are suggestive contents inside, but nothing explicit.

some of you make cameos under other people's tweets too! see if you can spot yourself ;)

there's a lot of images for this one so the page might load slowly for you, especially if your internet isn't fast. i'm also using a free hosting service from GitHub, so yeah.

in order to indulge everyone, please pretend the tweet reply threads that 'overlap' with one another is a separate world on their own (e.g. if multiple people are flirting with a character and they flirt back in the reply thread don't point fingers and say that they're unfaithful / is cheating / ruin someone else's fun in general ;;;)

tested on chrome & safari web browsers on a mac and iphone + google pixel. crossing my fingers that it works on other devices too...

created for 𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓃'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (submissions are closed)

might make a y/n-ify version of this in the future bc my brain accidentally fleshed out a whole concept of how it would work, but don't count me on that bc it's gonna take a lot more effort than this and honestly idk if it's even worth it-

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© zhongrin | 2023 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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[lovelyhan]

can i request like a friend's with benefits situation with hoshi?

i haven't written for hoshi at ALL so yes, this is perfect!! <3 that, and fwb is literally my favorite trope (next to enemies/exes to lovers heh)

⟣ friends with benefits hoshi ⟢ wc: 0.9k words minors do not interact!

You've always thought Soonyoung wasn't all that different from the sun.

He's often described as this big ball of energy who can't really contain all of it inside his own body. A similar thought crossed your mind when you were paired up with him for a class during freshman year, and when you inevitably found out he was a dancer, you weren't even surprised anymore.

His performances are a good way to channel all that vigor so he won't implode because of his own liveliness. Soonyoung was ridiculously talkative on his own, but when he gets to express himself through graceful yet precise movements? It's a different kind of mesmerizing.

You didn't really think you'd get to see him again since the class you shared already concluded last semester. But after finding out that Soonyoung often goes busking in the university quad with his friends, you're loath to admit that you've become a part of their regular audience.

You thought you could just watch him snap his body to the beat of whatever song they're performing in peace like always. Not like you expected campus crush Kwon Soonyoung to remember you when you don't even take the same degree program.

But right after their mid-semester performance, Soonyoung sprints towards your retreating form, yanking your arm back with an intensity that makes you yelp in surprise.

"Hey!" He beams, loosening his grip when he's sure you're not going anywhere. "You've been coming to our performances a lot. You were my partner in Lit class, right?"

You stare at him inquisitively, wary of the odd looks being thrown your way as you and Soonyoung stand in front of the main building's entrance.

"Uh," you start, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "Yeah. I didn't think you'd remember."

Soonyoung gasps like you just made an offensive joke. "Why would I forget someone as pretty as you?"

You aren't one to keep tabs on other people you go to school with, but you know, for one, that Soonyoung doesn't have a reputation for wooing people with cheesy pick-up lines.

No, he was too wrapped up in putting together the best dance routines and choreographies his perpetually buzzing brain could come up with to even spare a thought about flirting with other people. This is something you've come to understand more and more the longer you are into your friendship with Soonyoung.

But if that's really the case...

"You're so, so pretty. Have I told you that?"

Soonyoung's breath is hot against your ear as his fingers trail up the intricate scaffold of your spine—making you shiver as he latches his lips onto the cut of your jaw.

"Only a dozen and a half times," you sigh, carding your fingers through his newly bleached hair. White suits him a bit too much, you think. "Don't you have any more compliments up your sleeve? That's kind of getting old."

His laughter vibrates against his chest as he crowds you further up the wall of the nightclub where he's decided to pounce on you tonight. This isn't the first time Soonyoung has pulled you a bit too close, giving a bit too sultry kisses for mere friends to share, but the thought still stands.

He is the sun, and you're no different from Icarus the damned.

You aren't sure what it is that's giving your head a pleasant buzz—the alcohol, the music, Soonyoung's fingers buried inside your sopping cunt, or a combination of all three.

He's always so eager, so desperate to see you crumble beneath his touch, that when he presses your foreheads together to stare at you with a look that's not so different from a man in love, you nearly fool yourself into thinking that...whatever you have with him is more than what it actually is.

"Soooo fucking pretty," Soonyoung whispers, curling his fingers in a way that has you clinging onto him like your life depended on it. "I love how wet you always are; how tight you always get for me."

"Then f-fuck me already, Soonie," you whimper, nails raking across his designer jacket as his fingers graze the sensitive patch of flesh inside you. "Not like you haven't done that here already."

Soonyoung lets out another low-pitched laugh before capturing your lips again, framing the syllables of your name with a fondness that's always been there, but one you repeatedly chose to ignore.

You're lucky enough to be tangled up with one of the hottest fucking guys in your university. You're not about to push your luck and ponder getting anything more from him.

He's always been a giver. When Soonyoung makes you cream on his fingers, all he does is lick your essence off each digit before kissing you again—pulling away before you can even offer to get on your knees for him here on the dingy floor.

"Just seeing you all wrecked for me is enough," he snickers, despite the bulge straining against his jeans. "Enjoy the rest of the night, pretty."

When he walks back into the dancefloor, he's no different from the boy that caught your attention in the quad all those years ago. Dancing and moving to the rhythm like he hasn't just thrown you off of yours when he fingered you out in the open.

No matter how many times Soonyoung calls you pretty, you can't help but think that he'll always be more worthy of the title.

But you deliberately choose not to stare at him all night like some sort of lovesick damsel. You know better than that.

Stare at the sun for too long, and you'll go blind.

⟢ end notes: hoshi as the overly attached half of the fwb set-up and reader as the in-denial half, so true <3 i like to think that he's the type to have no problem expressing these tiny notes of affection, but at the same time is kind of oblivious as to what those words/actions really entail so reader gets a bit over her head abt it sometimes. hoshi is a lil unaware like that, i'm afraid.

[spandexinspace]

Hey remember how I said I thought it'd be kinda interesting to have a future (future future?) where Cham and Querl are in charge of the Legion?

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Cham wraps one too long arm around his back, leaning so heavily against him one wrong footfall might send him tumbling to the ground. He’s currently more than a full head shorter than Querl, but it seems to do little to deter him.

"Come on, it'll be grand," he says, squeezing Querl’s arm. "I still own the lot, we'll fix it up and then we'll… we'll arrange a try out!" Cham extends his leg to step over a dark puddle, body contouring cartoonishly to follow suit.

"Why should I want to participate in this scheme of yours? We both know the outcome—the danger associated with it. Do you want to be responsible for putting another group of children through what we had to endure?" Querl tries to wriggle out of the Durlan’s grip, to little success, passing through a crowd as oblivious to their struggle as to the conversation they’re having.

"Bah! We never saw it like that back then. Brain-"

"Don't." He jabs his elbow into the facsimile of Cham's ribs. 

"-Querl. Did you ever even care? 'Cause I remember you not caring a whole lot at all as long as you got to do your science stuff, blow up a few labs and flirt around a little." Cham grins and Querl can only roll his eyes in response.

"A gross misrepresentation of events, on both counts," he retorts.

"Come on now, don’t be so sour, you know what I mean. It'll be great fun, it'll mean a lot to the galaxy." 

"Or it'll be rased to the ground on a whim again because the UP decides it's superfluous." Cham pats his arm, though he’s not sure if it’s meant to be a mocking or comforting gesture.

"Nah, we'll do it differently this time around, make sure it's not too dependent on the UP. My accountants have crunched the numbers and it'll be no issue at all as long as people keep travelling. We’ll fund the entire thing." 

"That's a mercenary corps, genius." 

"Only if people don't think otherwise! And isn't that your family business anyway?" 

"It most definitely is not. And this is a dreadful idea, Daggle." 

"Grief, you worry too much. It'll be a grand time." 

He's not sure how—or why—they end up in Cham's condo. One minute they're walking down the crowded streets of Metropolis, the next they're in an ornate, neo-modern elevator ascending to an apartment so far above the ground it's hard to see anything but clouds, their feet sinking deep into the thick, crimson carpet. Another moment, and he's seated in a ridiculously large armchair, bottle in hand. The room is lavishly furnished, all rounded post-war curves in bright, expensive colours and furniture so opulent it makes even him feel small. He takes a long drink from the bottle, the liquid stinging as it runs down his throat. He never did get used to Terran alcohol. 

"It seems rather derivative to return to the Legion after all this time, does it not?" he eventually says, absentmindedly brushing a stray lock of white-streaked hair out of his face.

"You know what the Terrans say, don't you?" Cham asks from where he’s sitting on the couch across from him, one arm splayed over the back and legs crossed neatly at the ankles. Somehow, despite everything, it reminds him of sitting across from his father. If not in shape, then in the sense of carefreeness he seems to radiate these days.

"Terrans say a great many things." 

"The charm's in the third try, they say." Cham points his own bottle at him, hands a little hazy, like the concept of fingers has started to elude him. "That's why it'll work." 

"Third?" Querl says, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, you see, I finally went through all of dad's old records, and I found the remains of a... Diary? Just a few loose leaves, on real paper, that sentimental old fool. They were ancient, but he talked about a first Legion in there. And you know what else?"

Querl takes another slow, deliberate swig from the bottle, looking at Cham with half-lidded eyes. He has chosen to not change a lot, his social form only looking slightly older than it did so many years ago, but he moves slower, more intently. Yet he still talks too much, as if the universe might run out of words one day.

"Come on," he urges. 

"Fine. What, Cham?" 

"He writes about a Vril Dox." Oh. Querl blinks.

"I see. That Legion." Querl rotates the bottle, intently watching the amber liquid splash back and forth, his mind racing. "That doesn't make sense though, my great-grandfather was dead by the end of the 21st century. Your father was admittedly a strange figure, but he couldn't have been nearly that old. He frequently spoke of making his fortune in the late twentieth millenia, did he not?" 

"Beats me. Maybe he was just a really hardcore fan. Old man always did have a penchant for strange folks. Nevertheless, that's your first Legion." 

"So that's why I'm here?" Cham chuckles.

"Every other reason, old friend. I need someone with their head on damn straight to launch this and from what I've heard you might need a bit of a new direction. Your lineage couldn't matter less." Cham drains his bottle, disposing of it on the large wooden table between them. Real wood, by the looks of it. "Besides, there aren't many other options, are there?"

Almost without thinking Querl’s hand raises to the thin chain around his neck, touching it in lieu of the ring that hangs slightly below his collarbone, covered by his thick pullover. No, there aren't that many options, he thinks. Not anymore.

"That’s supposing we can even undertake a task like this without them," he says, surprised by how low his voice comes out. Cham scotches forward in his seat and rests his elbows on his knees. 

"That is up in the air, but that’s why I say we give it a try. For them, if nothing else." 

"It seems grossly presumptive to assume that they'd all approve of this. I'd wager at least a few of them would rather children remain safely at home. Which they will not, should we fail. And, in a likelihood, should we succeed.”

"And most of them knew that there are children like us out there, who won’t stay safe no matter how much old men don’t meddle in their lives." 

"So, start a day centre for lost would-be superheros, then."

"I seem to recall your husband complaining endlessly about all the sneaking out the academy kids did, so we both know how that'd work out in the end." 

"... That he did." Querl lowers his head. The venture is reckless, idiotic even. But were they not all idiots, once.

"Another one?" Cham says, motioning to his mostly empty bottle. 

"That would seem unwise." 

"Well, it's not like we're being wise tonight." Before Querl has time to protest, Cham swoops out of the room, leaving him alone in that oversized armchair, head spinning. He pulls the ring out of its resting place, holding it up between his fingers to study. As if he doesn't have it fully committed to memory. It's a simple gold band, a little dented and dulled, the inside still worn to a shine. These days it's noticeably thicker than its twin. 

Would he have approved, had it had been him sitting here? Probably. He never stopped looking for danger, for things he shouldn’t but could involve himself in. For wrongs that needed rightening. Impulsive and reckless and braver than anyone could have asked him to be.

Eventually Cham returns, handing him a new bottle without another word. Querl’s own ring clinks against it, the chill of the bottle leaving it just as cool even from that brief of a touch. He tucks the necklace back into place with his free hand and if Cham sees it he’s mercifully silent about it.

"Fine," Querl eventually says, when the silence has stretched out into an ocean. "I'll advise you as best as I can. But I'm not getting into any physical altercations." 

"I wouldn't dare ask for that much." Cham leans across the table and seemingly without any tool in hand pops the cap off his bottle, leaning in so close Querl can smell the bite of alcohol on him. It's a terrible idea, he thinks. But what has he got to lose. “But remember that my office door is always open, especially when my more stature-challenged suppliers drop by.”

As he leans back Cham raises his own bottle into the air, grinning. 

"To the third Legion," he says. 

"To a third Legion," Querl replies.

[okamiwind]

writing meme

stolen from my best buddy @lilcrickee

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

First ever published: you're the prize (i wish i'd won) EXO, kyungsoo/jongin lord almighty, it's almost been six years! how surreal is that. yeah, i had this idea for an enemies to lovers fic while watching parks and recreation. i dont know. it was one of those things that just absolutely compelled me. it's kaisoo bc i was reading a lot of kaisoo before jumping into the fandom. i look back on this one fondly, but i dont think i'm confident enough to reread it. might hurt my feelings lmao

Last fic published: i aim to be your eyes EXO, sehun/junmyeon my fuckin baby!!! still ongoing. probably will finish sometime in 2024. well. Crossing my fingers anyway. it's long and silly, but i love writing it. once i start reading over some part of it, i immediately feel like i need to add more to it. i love writing all the little characters and reading how people think things will end up. i still have yet to decide on the ending, but who knows, maybe i'll sopranos it.

Fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once: the million roads that lead to you MDZS, lan zhan/wei ying wrote this before even watching the live action. definitely not sure how it holds up. will almost certainly never write another fic for this fandom, but it was fun to write regardless!

Favorite fic you wrote in a fandom/ship that has the most works: in the blood haikyuu, keishin/ittetsu had no idea that haikyuu had more fics than any of my other fandoms. so it goes. it was interesting to see that nct has surpassed exo too. cwazy daisies. anyway, i love this fic, i think its kinda my masterpiece for haikyuu. i sometimes want to return to this pairing, but the lack of engagement sours my mood abt it a bit. i love writing it, but i feel like the more i shove it in people's faces, the less likely they are to read lol

Fic you wish more people read: lawyers, guns, and money EXO, sehun/baekhyun i thought this was a great little fic (she says, looking at the novel length word count) and i was really shocked that it didnt get more love. i mean, its fun, it's spacey, it's found family. i still really like a lot of the passages, i think they're very pretty. maybe i'll reread it myself since NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Fic you agonized over the most: chronos-826 EXO, sehun/junmyeon i can hardly remember the way this fest was run, but lord, i remember being irked. like there was noooo communication if you weren't on the discord, and i was like jeez, i know it said you could join but i didnt know it would be MANDATORY if you wanted information about the event lol. but yeah. despite all that, i really enjoyed writing this. and by enjoyed, i mean went insane. literally i felt like i was going crazy throughout the majority of it, and while the finished product is a lot different from what i had envisioned (something more along the lines of House of Leaves with that element of interactivity.... sigh) im still proud of what i managed to produce

Fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort: pilgrimage EXO, sehun/baekhyun yeah this fic was just so weird and like. Fantastical. it felt like it was dropped from god's hands into my brain. like i sat there and wrote the first 10k almost in a Flow state, didn't touch it for months, and then just banged out the rest like it was nothing. i doubt anything will ever come so easily to me ever again, but yeah. what a time to be alive!

Work you are proud of—for whatever reason: i write to you from the road and the red king's consort BOTW/TOTK, sidon/link i just think these are some really nice examples of my writing. idk. like i think they accomplish what they seek to accomplish, i think they're stylish and pretty, i think they have a lot of earned emotional weight to them. Just some nice fics by me imo. anyway. that's it.

anyone who follows me is free to follow in my meme-ing footsteps but i would like to tag @fff777 and @deepbutdazzlingdarkness to see their answers as well :3

[dairy-farmer]

Tim lies. Tim lies a lot. He's lied about his health, he's lied about his family, he's lied about everything. After all, if you've no strength or size, your best asset is your beauty and your brains, and what better knowledge is there than the truth? He swallows up facts like a baby sucking greedily on a nip and he spits out nothing but lies, or half-truths at best.

So, naturally. Tim lies about his first love.

"I demand to know who was the first to claim your heart, Timothy." Damian sniffs, arms crossed and glare intense on Tim's slumped form on the batcomputer.

Tim pauses, speedy fingers on the keyboard halting midsentence.

"Are you asking me about my first love, Damian?"

"Could I not have been clearer? How you're labelled the best detective in the world is beyond me, Drake."

"A simple yes would've done you fine." Tim humms, thinking his answer over as Damian tuts.

"My first love… hm… How about you tell me why you're so curious?" Damian rolls his eyes.

"Todd and Grayson are having endless quarells about your love life, all they know is that your first love was Robin, not which Robin."

Tim feels the edge of his lips quirk up, he can't really stop the smile on his face. "They didn't guess Steph?"

"No, they did. Are they correct?"

"…No, they're not."

Silence met them before Damian steps closer. "…So will you not tell me who was your first love?"

Tim snorts. "My first love was Robin." Tim says. Damian's perfect brow arches.

"Which Robin?"

"Robin." Damian sighs, once again rolling his eyes at him.

"Drake--"

"Let me tell you a secret Damian."

"Oh?" Damian pauses whatever he was about to say.

"My first love has always been Robin. The idea, I mean."

"…so I'm your first love?"

Tim nods. "You, Dick, Jason, Steph. And any other Robin after."

"Tt, that's an idiotic idea, Timothy." Damian says, even as the tips of his ears grow red.

"Say whatever, baby bird. Now you know the truth." Damian huffs, spinning around and leaving just as silently as he came in.

Tim goes back to typing on his computer.

"You get better at lying everyday, Tim." Bruce says, hidden in the shadows.

Tim doesn't stop typing. "How do you know what I said wasn't a lie?" It wasn't in defense. He was curious. How do you know what he said wasn't a lie?

"If I tell you your tells, you'll fix them and then I'd never know."

"Tut tut Bruce, you're a little selfish, aren't you? Keeping the truth to yourself."

Though he can't see him, Tim knows that Bruce is grinning. The terrifying hero of the night, grinning because of one little boy. Fun.

"I could say the same to you, sweetheart. I know you're lying because you told me that I was your first love. Batman, the bringer of justice." Tim bites his lip to keep himself from grinning all teeth.

"Ain't that the truth?"

i LOVE LOVE LOVE how this is written!!! like the dialogue exchange!! with the introduction you know that tim has gotten used to lying so must likely that's what he's doing to damian but then at the end you see his interaction with bruce! where it turns out he'd told bruce the same thing!!!

i love when people write tim more like an organism than a human, where he formulates himself and his decisions based on odds of survival or other factors that come into play. tim could easily tell the truth about his first love, but he lies because there is an intrinsic benefit in his family believing that above all he loved them first. they will always hold that pedestal, that special place- they'll feel like tim views them meaningfully, they'll feel appreciated and loved as opposed to not. which is what would happen if tim told the truth.

there is no benefit in tim telling the truth but there is if he lies.

[lunaryrs]

🎵 cora and sienna

team / lorde

call all the ladies out, they're in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. dancing around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. even the comatose, they don't dance and tell.

this one representing the entire friend group... i think they're so early lorde coded because they're so small town punk bitch royalty, skateboard wheels on cracked asphalt, slurpees in the parking lot, the gaggle of them with bruised knees and scuffed converse feeling on top of the world cuz their little hole-in-the-wall bar doesn't look too hard at their fake IDs when its otherwise dead on tuesday nights.

youth / troye sivan what if we run away? what if we left today? ... what if we start to drive? what if we close our eyes? what if we're speeding through red lights into paradise? 'cause we've no time for getting old, mortal bodies, timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. ... my youth is yours.

ummm why do i need ot explain this one just read the words. no i'm kidding i had a whole thought out thing for this one but i prioritized writing out other ones and then jake called me in the middle of doing that and i forgot about everything and this whole meme went to shit and here we are. but i know that you have a big brain and honestly? even if you didn't this one is pretty self explanatory.

16 / sadie jean

your old room, these walls look different. nothing's new, just days and distance. and i'm freaked out the more i realize it's gone now, but sometimes i want to be 16 at the park, parked in your dad's car. ... best friends, wanna get drunk in a backyard. so cool hanging out in the backyard. girl talk, talk about boys like it's business. mom's mad, gotta get home this instant. 16, bittersweet.

bram is only a baby and all but fuck that guy for coming between them like this............ i don't know i just picture cora in that little apartment with the baby reminiscing on the youth that she had/should still have rly and seeing her friendship w sienna at the center of it all. reflecting on the passing of time and all that's been lost and gained. they're still in each other's lives they'll just never have that version of themselves back and i think cora wishes she recognized how good those moments were when she was in them

"slut!" / taylor swift

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard. clink clink, being this young is art. aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. what if all i need is you? ... adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows. love thorns all over this rose. ... but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

my little lesbianism au... i love it because it conjures up images of like the neighborhood pools they'd hop the fence into, them attached by their pinkies floating side by side on tacky pool floats they got prior raiding walmart with full intent to trespass bc they knew someone was on vacation or whatever. i know i told you i never really had a reason for cora's general sense of discontent until i thought of this and everything kind of clicked. very clear on sienna being all she could ever need but hadn't considered it in the romantic sense and i couldn't unthink of it that way ever since. in terms again of the greater friend group given how a few of the guys treat mollie it's like ok... perhaps not the biggest leap to think there's some misogyny there, surely some criticism from the skeevier guys that would feel like yknow the hot girls in the friend group are obliged to them somehow (and of course being romantically involved w some of them already as well). so i like this idea that they have this sensual secret thing going on and just kind of weighing the pros and cons of being like fuck it lets abandon this charade

[nekrosmos]

Stillness, bling and change - for both Hex and Shay if you like 🥺🫶

(I'll keep my fingers crossed that the train arrives soon!!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, it really helped pass the time while I was waiting for my train !!

Slight Dark Urge storyline spoilers for Shay's answers !!

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Hex: Oh Hex 100% is the king of fidgeting. He plays with the rings on his fingers, scratches the back of his hand, toys with any strap or buckles on his outfit etc. He probably can't stand still for too long when he has nothing stimulating him in any way. 

Shay: Shay is much more used to standing still without moving. Before the game's events, I could definitely see them as being used to standing still in the shadows while tracking a prey in the city. They also wear heavy armor, and that does reduce their movements anyway. Before the game's events, they did have a habit of toying with their favorite dagger though.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Hex: Hex wears a lot of jewelry. He has many rings, all probably plundered from bodies or treasures during his adventures. He also wears earrings, which he had since he was a younger adult. It's possible that he owns a special ring, something that belonged to his family, although the memory of them was taken away from him after he got into his warlock pact. Now it's just an old ring that never leaves his hand, although he doesn't know why he doesn't want to get rid of it. 

Shay: Shay doesn't really wear any jewelry in his battle attire, as it would make it an easy way to get hurt during battle. When they're not in armor, they do enjoy wearing some jewels on their ears. When they were still the chosen of Bhaal, before the game events, they did enjoy wearing intricate jewelry made of red gems, especially when they attended fancy parties with Gortash. 

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Hex: Before 'agreeing' to his warlock pact with his patron, Hex's eyes were a normal (for tieflings) color. When the pact was signed, his eyes turned bright, unnatural green, and his patron marked his skin with a tattoo that goes from his left eyes to his left hand, a reminder of who he belongs to, now. (The tattoo actually represents a manifestation of his patron that stalked Hex since he was a kid). The changes having been forced on him, this is something Hex is self-conscious of. His eyes in particular easily make people uncomfortable, as they never stop glowing. His patron watches through Hex’s eyes, making that feel of uneasiness actually very valid.  

Shay: Before the game’s events, Shay has longer hair that they either tied in a bun or let down. Their hair was shaved after being defeated by Orin, as their brain was being toyed with, and have now grown back to the size I picture them with. However, they don't have a memory of what their hair was like before and thus don't miss it, although Gortash commenting on it when they met him again made them raise an eyebrow.

[engagemythrusters]

time to watch what is, I am assuming, the most fucked up shit to ever happen to Mr Crosshair CT9904

God I’m excited to finally see him again!

LOOK IRS MY LITTLE BITCH

Retirement huh

“CT-9904, you’re out of uniform” (puts on helmet in the bitchiest way possible)

I hate this guy. Look am at him. He’s so punchable

OHHHH crosshair beeing snappy about clone hare

Also yeah I wanna punch that guy

But god I think… crosshair finally… finally realising how sucky the empire is…

Crosshair and his bigass backpack

Oh my god I can’t see why is everything so dark

BEARD CLONE

handsome boy!

I love this commander clone

YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU IDIOT I hate you lieutenant nolan

Oh god… oh god the line of helmets… oh god my heart breaks

Mayday I love you <3

The hesitance before he says crosshair… smthn smthn analysis time for me later

I love his wrapped armour

OH NO His eyes!!! He’s gotta be extra sensitive to that poor guy

WAIT NO

He just shot MAYDAY DIDNT HE

O H N O

Okay mayday looks okay… so maybe not…Thank GOD.

In my defense it looked like the person was wrapped up the way mayday was. So. Uh yeah. A few minutes of panick tee em there.

Oh no… oh the lines of helmets… god it kills me.

I am going to kill Nolan with my bare hands

OH MY GOD HE STOLE ARMOUR

oh fod he’s standing on a mine

There’s a lot of “oh gods” that I’m saying but it’s so true

“I could use the distraction” sir you’re disarming a mine. Please pay attention to that 😂

MAYDAY 😂 stop toying with crosshair Jesus

“They’re… gone.” They don’t HAVE to be baby you can just go HOME to them :’(

Maybe between Cody and Mayday… maybe…

literally the last ep of this season is called 99 right? So…

God I’m crossing my fingers… and my hairs haha pun that’s bad hehe ugh

SKDJRKS the sass between the two 😂

Oh boy the anksieties.

Crosshair gets a frien—

Oh my GOD WAIT.

No the All Quiet On The Western Front reference theh made…

MAYDAY IS GOING TO DIE ISNT HE…

F U C K

No mayday baby pls don’t go there no no no I don’t want you to die :(

(Soundtrack is scratching some itches in my brain tho)

God I’m so nervous :(

Okay he’s alive… maybe… maybe I’m wrong…

“We’re good soldiers. We followed orders.” Oh god I’m. My heart is breaking. He didn’t even have that order to follow and it was still activated for him anyway. How much did that change him? How much did he have to push through to be himself again?

Oh NOOO

Noooo mayday…

My heart is breaking I can’t do this oh my god

Hehe okay the arms did make me laugh through the tears hehe

Okay I have to pause for work purposes but just know I’m dying inside rn

RIP it did not save the rest of my reactions. I did come back and finish up but evidently what I wrote after all got deleted. Big frustrating ngl. i wanted to come back to this when the end of the season came to see how this compared to that.

But anyway. That ending cut me up so badly... my heart is aching my whole chest hurts. Crosshair... he is going through so much and now he has to go through more... they're going to make him hunt the rest of the bad batch again, aren't they? To get Omega to make Nala Se work again... PLEASE hasn't he suffered ENOUGH?! Why can't he be saved... why can't they save him... I can't do this. Please save him...

Good ep? I don’t know. My whole chest aches.

[iamthecomet]

Hoot again ^^

You‘re definitely right. It’s really important to allow oneself to rest when needed (it‘s something I’m still struggling with/learning, because I seem to need a lot more rest than any of my friends (probably due to being autistic)

Charging breaks are the most annoying thing in my entire day lmao

I did get two entire drawings done yesterday (so day 3 and 4)

Day 3 is already posted, and day 4 (air) is another character from into the eyes of fire that also hasn’t been seen before

I also managed to finish both day 5 and 6 today

Day 5 (quintessence) doesn’t actually display a character and more a concept (basically my personal headcanon that quintessence ghouls are at the top of the hierarchy in hell)

Day 6 (hybrid) is another character from into the eyes of fire, one that is going to become a main character a little later into the story

I‘m quite excited about it so far

There is a little problem because I won’t really have much time tomorrow, but Day 7 which is the one I’m planning to draw (from start to finish) tomorrow includes 3 characters so it will take quite a bit longer

I‘m also already really excited for day 8, because that‘ll finally be Aluco (my dear sona, so basically me as a ghoul). I‘ve started drawing them quite a few times, but never actually finished anything (mainly because I’ve changed my hair twice since I started coming up with them)

So yeah, it‘s been going pretty well regarding that

That with your writer‘s group meeting sounds really nice! I‘m happy for you ♥️

I Hope you had a nice day ^^

~ @owlishanon

You've been really busy (and productive) with your drawings! That's great! It feels so good to be ahead when you're working on something like that too. I'm excited to see them all! I've been trying to stay ahead on ghostober too. Fingers crossed I can keep at it. I won't be near a computer on the 7th so I need to be at least a day ahead then so I don't fall behind. But also--it's all just for fun and no pressure for either of us to get it done on the day of. If you don't have time to get it done--there is always tomorrow. I'm in two different writer's groups (because I hate myself). And they're both a lot of fun (and a little stressful but that's fine). I haven't written nearly as much of that stuff as I should have (ghouls occupy so much of my brain). But when I do it feels good to be back into my own stories again--it's lonely writing original fiction (no one but me actually cares about it), but it feels good just the same. I hope you find the time tomorrow to get some drawing done--and if not you're a few days ahead already, you've got time.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Hear me out... Elliot and Brian realizing someone they're traveling with/hanging out with is way more dangerous than they realized? (maybe human shield or finger in the mail if you want to bthb it)

BTHB 2023 - Fill 14 - Finger In The Mail

Oh you know I want to BTHB this c: Anyway time for a brand new character!

TWs: severed body part

"Oh, oh, Sharp, have you tried the wing place down the road? Over by the supermarket?" Brian asked, one elbow propped up in the open window of Sharp's car. "Apparently they have this challenge that's like. Actually insane, almost impossible."

Sharp laughed, eyes crinkling shut as he shook his head. "No, I haven't. Are they good?"

"I dunno," Elliot chimed in from the front seat. "I couldn't taste anything, my tongue went numb after the first two. Plus they're messy, you'd get your nice office shirt dirty." He added, eying the pristine white button down that Sharp wore for their outing that afternoon.

Sharp shrugged, pulling to an easy stop at a red light. "Oh, I'm not afraid of a little mess. Or spice. I haven't met a pepper I haven't liked before."

Elliot shook his head. "Man, I don't get people who like those levels of heat." He crossed one long leg over the other as the light turned green. "I get the pain and pleasure thing, trust me, but isn't there just a point where it stops? Like at two AM when it's wrecking your stomach?"

"I think it's just fun." Sharp said, with a softer smile. "There's a point where it stops registering in the brain, and it just becomes a feeling. Does that make sense? You go beyond what you can even understand as pain, and then it's just it's own, new thing."

"I think I get it." Brian said, fiddling with her shimmering phone case. "When I got turned, it was the worst pain I've ever been in? But there was definitely a point where even though it hurt, it didn't hurt."

"Yes!" Sharp said, bouncing in his seat and enthusiastically patting the steering wheel. "Yes, you get it Brian, that's exactly it. I--oh, hang on, I need to mail something." He said, eyebrows jumping up as he spotted a public mailbox. "Is that okay?"

Brian and Elliot both shrugged. "Sure man, why not?" Elliot said, taking a sip from his fizzing energy drink.

Sharp carefully pulled into the parking lot, up next to the mailbox. "Thank you! I've been meaning to do this since this morning, you know how it is." He reached into his center console and pulled out an envelope. The addresses were neatly printed in pen on the yellow paper, and Sharp gave the flap a quick lick to activate the glue. "Brian, could you hand me the bag from my cooler back there?"

"Umm," Brian said, leaning over to the small, blue cooler in the floor of the back seat. "This one?"

"Yeah, yeah, there's only one thing in there."

Hesitantly, manicured fingers reached for the white lid. She couldn't explain it, but the fact that she hadn't noticed the cooler before bothered her. Something felt gross about it.

It was like the condensation on the outside was more than just water.

She pulled it open. There was a plastic baggie inside, resting on top of ice. Inside, with the baggie wrapped around and around it, lay a discolored human finger.

With an easy smile, Brian picked it up and passed it forward. Elliot's shoulder's tensed, just so, as he undoubtedly caught sight of what Sharp was slipping into the envelope. Sharp slid it inside the yellow paper, then licked the glue again, and pressed the envelope closed. It slid into the mailbox with just a whisper.

Brian closed the cooler.

"Alrighty, that was my only errand for today." Sharp said, smiling brightly at Brian and Elliot. "Wanna go see if I can conquer those wings?"

"Actually," Brian started, before Elliot could open his mouth. She started rolling the window up, leaning back in her seat with her head against the fabric. "I'm feeling a little sick? I think I forgot my sunblock--I didn't think the sun was gonna be so intense today."

Sharp frowned, his brow creasing in concerns. "Oh no, is there anything I need to pick up for you? Vampire sports drink or something?" He asked, brown eyes meeting Brian's fluttery green.

"No, no I...I think I should go home, I'm sorry." Brian said, leaning away from the sun in her seat. "Would...it be alright if you dropped us off? We can do the wing thing some other time, maybe?"

"Of course! You can just text or whatever, you know I'm a nine-to-five guy." Sharp said, pulling out of the parking lot. He drove carefully the whole way to Brian and Elliot and William and Jackson's apartment, taking turns slow and smooth. He even avoided the speed bumps at the entrance of their complex.

When Elliot and Brian got out, with Elliot draping his jacket over Brian's head and offering her an arm, Sharp waved. "Feel better Brian!" He called, car idling where it was as they went up the stairs.

Elliot made a show of closing the blinds as soon as he got inside. "What...the fuck?" He whispered in the cool darkness, as though Sharp was the one with supernatural healing.

"What the fuck." Brian agreed, flopping down on the couch and letting herself try to relax. "I'm not getting wings with him."

"Absolutely not."

Sharp's car was gone by the time they dared to peek through the blinds.

[unknownjpegs]

type

“So, what is it?” 

Benji glances up. On the other corner of the barricade, Tino's raised eyebrows are obscured by his helmet’s edge. He doesn’t have to see them to know they’re hitched up. Teasing, right, just banter. He reminds himself of that. 

He lifts a shoulder. It’s sore from a fight earlier, flesh bruised an ugly mottled purple from the end of someone’s rifle. He lowers it and covers the wince with a snarky chuckle. 

“Check your ears lately?”

“I eat my apple a day. The doctor says I'm a very healthy young man.” Tino promises.

“Young,” Benji grumbles. “Yeah, sure.”

It’s a dismissal, a distraction. Tino ignores it, as used to Benji's prickly teasing as he is. “You’re dodgin', kid.”

What's your type, Sticks? What're you into, freak o' fuckin' nature like you?

“I’m fuckin’ not,” he denies. “Already told ‘em all I had to say on the subject.”

“Which was not a whole lot.”

“Which was not a whole lot.” Benji agrees, pointing a gloved finger at him. “For a reason.”

The helmeted head tilts. Go on, unsaid. Benji’s kind of full-up on getting asked questions for this particular night. It’s a bad enough situation to be in, doing shit he needs to shut the human part of his brain down to accomplish. Worse that he has to do it was a bunch of — well. The lot of them aside his current companion, to be honest. 

“S’weird. The fuck do I wanna chat shit about that with them for?” He waves a hand in the air, wishes there was a cigarette between his fingers. He could use one desperately. “And ‘sides, it’s always funnier when you see them all worried. Freaked out, right, like aw shit, what if it’s some fucker like me?” 

Tino ignores the bait again. Or rather, sees through it. He doesn’t prompt much with his simple, quiet “yeah?”, but Benji finds himself continuing anyway.

“Weird.” He flattens a self-labeling palm to his chest, over his armor’s coarse material. “And what’s that say about them, right, if I’m keen?”

“Aw, Benji. They're all full of shit. Hot air. They're trying to pass time, same as anybody else."

“Lad shit?”

“Suppose!” Tino laughs, shaking his head. His hands hang in between his knees as he assesses Benji. “Maybe they are too, you know? Keen, I mean. Maybe that’s why they’re asking. Might get the stick out — well.”

“Jump off, T! Think I’d rather eat lead paint.” The other shoulder shrugs, his mouth scrunching up in an agreeing frown. “Exactly, man. And we’d still be up here in comparison to ‘em, hey?” 

Tino watches him lift both hands: one high, one low. “Well. I don’t have a type isn't really an answer. At least, it's not fully true, huh?" He shakes Benji’s wrists and then tosses him back towards his chest, and he tries not to laugh to enable the behavior more. “Come on. You're allowed to have fun sometimes."

“Jokes, man.”

“Full of them!"

*

“Knock knock.”

“Awful,” Benji says, moving the plywood board from the doorway and stepping aside.

“Didn’t even say the punchline yet,” the massive black-clad soldier whines childishly. It has to duck to make it in, filling the formerly solitary space.

“I already know.” Benji gestures to the grungy piece of paper caught between two gloved fingers. “You got it, huh?”

Xavier makes a confused noise, shaking his head slightly before it tilts down to where Benji gestures. “O-oh. Yeah.” He leans against the doorframe, one ankle crossed over the other. “Your little note. That’s kinda cute, you know. Leaving me notes. Meet here. Oh-five hundred.” He offers Benji a sly, suggestive grin. “Do you like me, yes-slash-no.” 

Yes, Benji thinks a bit deliriously, looking up at the other man through his lashes. Yes, fucking yes. I’m so fucking daft for it, but we just — 

Xavier takes a swinging, lazy step closer to him, bringing the scent of gunpowder and another cleanly spicy note that is starting to become alarmingly recognizable. Him, is what his brain offers. Followed by a series of day-dream soft images that Benji shoves quickly from his thoughts before they can really project clear. He imagines cramming them into a great iron chest, sitting on the lid, locking it firmly shut.

“You want the honest answer to that question?”

Xavier’s pout goes deeper. Theatric. He puts both hands over his chest. “Depends. If you say no, does that mean we get to try again? Maybe do another shot?” His eyebrows wiggle.

Benji’s face flames at that, the memory crashing directly into the mess of thoughts he’d been trying to tamper down. 

“No,” he huffs. Then he yanks Xavier into the room with a fist in his black kevlar vest. 

*

Benji, cross legged on the ground, unfolds from his bent position. His stomach hurts; not from the posture but the force of his laughter. It hurts his cheeks, makes him gasp for breath, feel a little bit hysterical. It’d been a rough twenty-four hours. Shit mission where they’d lost one of the young idiots who’d been there that night, sitting around a table with him and Garrick and the rest. Talking about types, cold cots, all other explicit, immature manner of laddish bullshit. Benji even thinks the kid lying cold might’ve been the one to ask him. 

He tries not to think about that right now. He’s having a better time thinking about their card game.  He’s got a good hand, but it hadn’t started that way. In fact, he has a feeling it might have been dealt to him on the sly. Purposefully shit. And rather than call Xavier out on that, he’s decided to let him play it cocky. Think he’s gonna win on a raw deal like that, the little shit. He figures the look on his face when Benji still manages to win win will be payment enough.

Benji’s been thinking a bit about looks on faces. Particular ones. Particular faces. Especially how it’d all gone down the last time they’d run into each other. Cars, bullet wounds. 

You, doc? Got a type? 

Nah, Benji’d said, no type. Not him. Not Benji. Those rumors could run their course, play out how they inevitably would even if he tried to curb it a bit. ‘Benji doesn’t have a type’ coyly delivered as a suggestive tidbit of gossip. Same way someone might pat the wheel of a test car and tell the driver to ‘have a go’. People tended to think no type meant door’s open, rather than the reality. Benji’s door was firmly shut except, of course, the exceptions that truly didn’t have a type. And Benji preferred it that way — preferred that people weren’t sure what the rules for entry were. That the door was shut in the first place, how they would even go about prying it open.

Across from him, Xavier’s eyebrows are hitched into his hairline. He’d taken his dark helmet off, tossed the goggles into the bowl of it. Immediately, he’d done that. Had barely waited to clear that it was Benji coming around and not another soldier who would — should — shoot him dead.

Benji takes in his features, the soft curves of his bare chin where the strap of his helmet had indented pale skin red. The knowledge of Xavier’s quickness to set defenses aside, of putting himself into a position where the only end could be a new hole in his skull, is almost enough to cut Benji’s laugh off entirely.

Why’s your gun over there, out of reach? Why is mine there, too? What are you even fucking doing here, man? Benji wants to ask him as he swipes at his chuckling mouth, huffing the last few breaths of a wild, surprised-from-him laugh. What am I doing here, for that matter. You have a type, Xavier? Do you have a fucking type?

“That was shit.” He says instead.

“It actually was,” Xavier agrees, peering over the top of his cards at Benji. He’s hiding a smile of his own behind the fan of them. The corners of it are visible, the scrunch of his eyes telling. Benji would like to stop noticing that sort of thing. It would make sense for Benji to stop himself from noticing that sort of thing. 

Xavier slaps one of the cards down and continues. “Which makes that so embarrassing for you. You should absolutely be ashamed of that. It wasn’t funny and you almost pissed yourself over it, dude.” 

“Exact reason it really weren’t funny — ‘cuz it’s not, is it?” Benji says defensively, still trying to catch his breath. His heart’s hammering away from the adrenaline. Strange, because they’ve both got their rifles stacked away, boots and gloves gone. It feels normal. It feels like it should be the source of his adrenaline, the stiff coldness preparing him for something. But it’s not. He knows it’s not.  

“S’fucking stupid.”

“I think you just have a really, really dogshit sense of humor.” Xavier says innocently. “And also I think you owe me.” 

He lays the rest of his cards out in a showy flourish, straightening up and kicking his legs out. In that position across from Benji, they’re long enough to crowd him on either side. Benji spares them a judgmental glance, and pretends not to be disappointed that Xavier draws himself in again with an apologetically shy smile. 

Oops, sorry, Benji imagines him saying. Imagines him batting his eyelashes too, all dramatic how he does for the setup to another shitty sort of joke. Sometimes I just forget how much space I take up. 

“Disagree.” Benji says. He stops fighting the disgusting, victorious smirk and puts his own cards down. They've beaten Xavier's hand by an incredibly slim margin. His loss morphs the rakish grin into a pout, which Benji struggles to look at directly. Instead he casts his gaze out the open window of the derelict warehouse, pretends to survey the landscape. Be interested.

“What the fuck,” Xavier is muttering, his brow pinched as he studies Benji’s winning hand in disbelief. “How. I thought —”

“Whoever taught you that shuffling thing? Where you cut the cards with duplicates?” Benji holds up a king of diamonds, and then flips through the deck until he finds another and sucks his teeth. “Yeah. Figured.” Xavier’s face flushes prettily, but his smile isn’t small or bashful. There’s a fierce little glint to his eyes. There’s not a single ‘aw, shucks, you caught me’ to him at all. 

“Fuckin’ hell, man. Get a refund. They suck.” 

“I’ll have to practice more.” The corporal says. He rolls to his knees suddenly. Benji’d think it was funny that he gets shadowed like that still, that he’s that fucking tall, if he weren’t so entranced with the way Xavier shuffles right through their game, both their winning hands. 

“Fucking hell. Don’t start.” Benji warns him.

Xavier ignores that. When he settles into Benji’s lap, their remaining pieces of armor make an awful, clattering scrape fill the space.

“Don’t.” He goes again, but there’s more air to it now. Do. Do it. 

The corporal settles with his hands slipping up Benji’s sides, running over his sternum and behind his neck. “Speaking of things we should totally practice more…” 

“Booo.” Benji drops his head back to groan, catching himself with an arm. Actually, he ends up catching both of them — Xavier goes limp and leans as far forward as he can, following Benji’s slight recline. He drapes them together, chest to chest. He isn’t sure if the weight of Xavier balanced atop his thighs is as nice as his brain screams it is, or if maybe Tino was right. Keen. 

Won’t help. Bad idea. But maybe it won’t go anywhere, so he won’t have to end up putting too much thought into it at all. And, as Xavier leans down, Benji’s thinking about that kiss. How good it was, with the hint of desperation and messiness. It was nice to be kissed like that. 

Like this, he supposes, because they are then. Being kissed the way Xavier does it requires his attention. Demands, really. Not focus, because it feels natural in ways Benji doesn’t quite care to examine. But his brain goes nice and quiet; at least it’s firing enough cylinders to understand it needs to offer more juice to his body than his thoughts. Let him focus on the filthy press of their tongues together, the curve of Xavier’s ass in his palms, the way their hips twitch at different times to different sensations. 

“Been up to anything fun without me?” Xavier breathes against his slick lips, panting. Four fingers rub firm, appreciative circles in the back of Benji’s neck. He’s weak for that touch — warmth, like scalding water straight from the kettle, settles below his stomach. When it slips through the rest of him, extremities and chest and hot red on his cheeks, Benji shivers. 

“Oh, loads. Lots of parties and everything. Real low-key.” He says. They kiss again, mouths and breaths erotically noisy enough to get him trembling again. “Fuck.” 

“Forgot what you were going to say. Yeah. Have that effect.” Xavier asks smugly. The hand he doesn’t have buried in Benji’s hair slides over his shoulder, settles flat on his chest. Xavier blinks down at it and flexes his fingers. “Uhhh.”

“Uh-huh?” Benji’s turn to be cocky. “Seems contagious.”

Both big hands leave his body then. Benji glances up at him, steeling himself for eye contact. It’s always intense, always makes it hard to match. Benji thinks the color is the issue. Off-putting and vibrant, clashing with his fiery fucking hair — 

“How much time ’til your regroup?” Benji lifts his hands away from their tight cinch on the other soldier’s waist, flashing ten minutes. Xavier sighs. “Lame. I could do this for, like, hours. Practice, I mean. Totally innocent practice. Real average shit, normal. Like, I’m so normal about how goddamn thick your thighs are, Benji, oh my God.”

His weight drops more fully, pressure pulling a groan from Benji that doesn’t feel put-on or cheap. He can’t remember making noise with someone recently that didn’t leave him feeling disingenuous or distant from himself.

“I want that as my ringtone.” He leans fully against Benji then, forcing him to brace and collect that wait with hands on his waist. Xavier’s probably a day or two out from a shave. The burn of his cheek on Benji’s neck as he kisses down his mouth and chin is nothing short of brilliant. Benji worries his bottom lip, trying and failing to swallow another rumbling moan that threatens to be much louder than the previous. 

“Oh, shit. And that would be the text noise.”

“You’re so fucking strange.” He snorts, tilting back against the onslaught. His stomach fuzzes as though the hot water has been carbonated, the silliness of the compliment making him bashful. The heat remains just as palpable as where they’d left off to snipe at each other, especially when Xavier’s mouth slips lower. Wet and warm, eager bites down his jaw and neck. A sloppy swipe of a tongue over his pulse. Where Benji is most fragile, those curling pouty lips press. His jugular is an inch away; his enemy even closer. Xavier could kill him like this. His rifle is across the room, his guard down, and Benji…

“You totally would have circled yes. Oooh, you like me so much— hn.”

Benji fists a hand in red hair and pulls him back with a firm grip there. A swollen pink mouth parts in a gasp that makes him feel wired and dangerous. 

“What if I got rules before we practice?” 

“Like?” 

Benji grins. He rubs his smiling lips against Xavier’s jaw. “Like no more cheating at cards, hey? You gotta win fair and square.”

“Tough sell,” Xavier wheezes, but in the same breath: “I will literally never cheat at cards again if that means —”

Benji pulls him down to put their mouths back together. He tries not to focus on the swell of emotion in him. How it feels right, how he can focus on the taste and pressure and slickness. Xavier licks into him with a high groan that sounds edgy — as if it’s been sitting around waiting for the perfect chance to come loose. Like Xavier needed such a noise to leave him, not just wanted to make it for Benji’s sake.  So, he doesn’t stifle another noise.

*

Green. Benji thinks later once he’s finally back to their stationed spot and his unit. Green, green, green.

The exhaustion spinning his head. All of the thoughts spin messy, darks and whites and colors without separation. Things he’d been trying not. To think of that day in the forefront, things he’d been trying to remember to the back. Before sleep takes him by force, Benji’s memory offers him the pop of gunfire, the dead kid sitting around the table with them and asking about types. He’s thinking of needing to restock his kit, that he’d like to get a letter back to Saha by the end of the week, that he’d like to go home, that he needs to swap out his side piece, that he’d like to stop carrying at all. 

And Benji’s also thinking green. Because it had been true, what he said to the others. Nah. No type. But now he’s thinking green and tall and maybe strong in the shoulders. Redheaded. Combative. Funny — but that sharp, witty way. How there’s ironic humor in a shit joke. And he’s thinking, too, that he would get on well with someone who wasn’t ashamed to cheat at cards. 

Or get caught.

[erensrag]

bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him  of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.

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Scent ⁘ Kakashi Hatake x f!reader ⁘ NSFW

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Got another one for y'all for my husband's birthday...💙👑💍

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

A/N: Kakashi's sensitive sense of smell and your arousal. This is some raw, primal, feral, filthy Kakashi. If you're looking for soft, sweet, sensitive Kakashi, keep scrolling please, negl.

Warnings: scent kink, drunk sex, lots of sexual bodily fluids (m & f), face fucking, slight dubcon, squirting, facial

Word Count: 1.8k

Asuma and Kurenai are hosting one of their infamous dinner parties at their home. These things always end up the same way. Lots of friends come over, eat, then proceed to drink bottle after bottle of sake while playing drinking games until the music starts blasting and everyone loses several brain cells and have a great time making complete fools of themselves. They truly are the absolute best parties.

Kakashi doesn't frequent these parties, but you do seeing as how Kurenai is your sister from another mister. She knows about your long-time crush on Kakashi and winks at you when she sees the two of you hanging out together, talking, laughing.

His fingers brush across your arms or back every chance they can. You know exactly what you're doing when you lean forward with your arm crossed under your bosom. And Kakashi knows exactly what you're doing too. Sure enough, you're getting turned on just by talking to him and exchanging flirty looks, words, and touches.

You excuse yourself to go to the restroom, adding a little extra sway to your hips knowing he's watching you walk away. It's not the first time he has smelled the scent of your arousal, but his inhibitions have been doused in alcohol and he decides to make his move.

When you open the door to leave the bathroom, Kakashi just so happens to be waiting on the other side. You smile and twirl your hair, feeling yourself getting wetter. Your inhibitions are down as well, the alcohol giving you the courage to taunt him a little.

"Wow Kakashi, if I didn't know better I'd think that you followed me back here". He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. "Kakashi, are you okay?"

He opens his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and stalks closer to you. You step backwards into the bathroom and he closes the door behind you.

"I can smell you".

"Oh?" You remember his ultra-sensitive sense of smell and begin to panic a little. Oh god, do I smell bad?

He takes another intentional whiff of you, your scent now more concentrated due to proximity and close quarters, never mind the fact that you're steadily getting more and more turned on by him.

"Mm...you smell..." He takes another deep breath. "...amazing".

"Really? I'm not wearing perfume or anything-"

"It's not that. Better than that. It's your scent".

"W-what do you mean?"

You watch as his lusty gaze dips from your eyes to your center. "I can smell your arousal".

Your mouth opens and you take a step back. "Y-you can?"

The edge of the double vanity is now directly behind you, so when he pushes himself against you, there's nowhere else to go. You're surprised to feel him so hard already, looking down to see the material of his pants being pushed out by his erection. Hell, you can even see the outline of the head of his cock, his bigger than average size making itself apparent.

"What are you gonna do, Kakashi?"

He smooths his hands along your thighs and hips, pushing your short skirt up before picking you up and setting you on the edge of the counter. The cool granite contrasts with your bare heat since you're not wearing any panties. The excitement, the fear, and the need for him all mix together in an exhilarating juxtaposition of desire. You hadn't been expecting this at all, but you don't want him to stop. Now that it's happening you're too curious to see what he's going to do next. How far will he go?

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to suck it in. You close your eyes and swirl your tongue around his digit before he pulls it out slowly and places it against your weeping slit, dragging it back and forth over your clit, pulling a moan from your parted lips. He looks you dead in the eye, pulls his mask down, and it's his turn to bring his thumb to his lips, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. "Mm fuck, you taste good too".

God, he's beautiful. Your gaze dips from his slate grey and red eyes down to his pretty lips, which are punctuated by a soft beauty mark just below the left corner of his mouth. You wouldn't have thought it possible, but now you want him more than ever. You squirm against the counter, smearing your slick on it as you seek relief from the hard surface pressing against your opening. At the same time, Kakashi's been grinding his cock against the cabinet below, seeking some relief of his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unbuttons and unzips his pants before pushing the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough for his large cock to spring free, slapping the skin just below his navel, leaving a string of precum in its wake along his silver happy trail.

He breathes in deeply again, the combination of your scent and flavor making him crazy. He pulls you to the edge of the counter until you think you might fall off, but he catches you. He pushes his thick cock against your wet little cunt, pushing himself inside of you inch by delectable inch until he is fully sheathed within you.

He holds himself there as a long, throaty moan escapes your open lips, your walls already clenching down around him. You arch your back, jutting your tits out as Kakashi pulls the tiny straps of your camisole off your shoulders. He pushes the fabric down until it's bunched up around your waist along with your skirt, your tits now free to be licked and sucked on by his hot mouth with his cock still buried deep inside of you. You push your fingers into his thick hair to pull him closer and throw your head back when he flicks his tongue over one of your hard, wet nipples.

"Hold on to me", he says in his low silky voice. You obey, clutching his shoulders as he hooks his arms behind your knees. He pulls you off the counter and begins gliding his slick cock in and out of you, using the momentum of his hips and the bounce of your ass to boost the impact of his thrusts.

"Oh god, Kakashi...your dick..."

"Yeah, what about it?", he asks before licking your exposed throat.

"Nnnhhh feels so good, gonna make me cum already. So soon!"

He can indeed feel your walls closing in tighter around him as he pumps his hips even faster, digging his fingertips deep enough into your butt cheeks to leave bruises. You adjust your hold on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to keep from slipping as if he wouldn't catch you anyway.

"Yeah? 'S that right? You gonna cum all over my cock?" He breathes right up against your ear.

Your pussy clenches tighter at his words. You want him to fuck you harder and you tell him as much. He's now slamming his cock into you, his breath quickening.

"Mmhmmm gonna cream all over your fat cock, 'kashi!"

Your scent becomes more and more intoxicating to him the closer you approach orgasm. His legs start to shake, but the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body ensure that he's able to keep pistoning his cock in and out of you at speed.

"Ahh fuck, your pussy smells so fucking good. Can't wait to taste it after you cream all over me".

Hearing those words in his deep voice does you in. Every muscle in your body seizes up as you cry out. "Ka-ka-shiiiii!"

He pushes you up against a wall and pounds into you mercilessly, your back pitching up and down the wall with every powerful rut of his hips.

"Cum for me, (y/n)! Yeah, cum all over this fucking cock, right fucking now!"

"Hahhhh that's it, 'kashi! Yeah, slam your cock into my sweet little pussy hahhh! Cumming...cumming...FUCK!"

You explode all around him, spraying your liquid everywhere.

His eyes widen when you squirt all around him and he loses all composure, bucking his hips wildly. "Oh fucking shit! Fucking yes! Oh fuck that pretty cunt of yours is coming apart around my fat cock...oh god, (y/n), I'm gonna fill you up with my fucking nut! Shit, here I cum! Here I fucking cum!"

He's still reaming you with his meaty cock when his seed starts dripping out from your opening, too much of it to hold inside. He sets you back down on the counter and you fall back, unable to even hold yourself up, while he dives face first into your cunt. He wants it all. Your cream mixed with his cum. God it is so fucking hot his dick doesn't even get soft. He wears you out with his mouth until you're ready to cum again, squirting all over his face.

Your body goes limp on the granite, every muscle including the ones in your eyelids completely spent. You can feel him pull your bottom back down to the edge of the counter before burying his hard cock deep inside you again, thrusting with wild abandon, using your body like a fuck doll as your eyes roll back in your head. You're all but unconscious as he pounds into you, wet skin clapping hard against wet skin. Pretty soon he's on edge again.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again, (y/n)".

He looks down to see your body moving in time with his thrusts, tits bouncing, body sliding up and down over the now slippery surface. Kakashi is fucking you raw in a pool of your slick and his semen.

"Ahh come here, I wanna cum all over your face".

He pulls you down, catching you just before your knees hit the hard tile. He stuffs his cock in your mouth and fucks your face while you try to push back on his trembling thighs. But it's no match for his strength as he uses your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You gag and choke, saliva pouring out of your mouth, but that only seems to egg him on more.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah! You look so pretty when I fuck your face like this. Shit!"

He continues throwing his hips forward as his balls tighten up so much they're not even hanging anymore.

"Ah fuck, (y/n), I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard! Gonna cover your face with my seed, yeah! Fuck, here it comes!"

He keeps a fist in your hair when he pulls out of your throat. You choke and spit and fight for air while his hot sticky semen splashes across your face with every jerk of his fist. You stick your tongue out, licking him from your lips.

"Yeah, that's right baby, eat my fucking cum," Kakashi says, using the head of his softening cock to spread his cum into your open mouth.

He draws a hot bath before stripping you down, helping you into the soothing warm water. You watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, slipping in behind you. He washes your body, then his own before holding you back against his front, slowly stroking your hair. Comforting you. Kissing you. Caring for you.