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mister-eames · 9 months

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1/2 I just want to point out that we have LITERAL VISUAL evidence of JGL having a Magic Mike moment & YET there is DEARTH of fics where Arthur goes undercover as a stripper (Why does he have to do this you ask? To gather info on a mark?? Idk! That's not important!!) But I think my favourite take on this non-existent fic would be everyone else underestimating Arthur & thinking he's not gonna be able to pull it off (😏 pun intended). I think people would tend to think of him as uptight & prim

2/2 But for Arthur it's just the job & he's committed & as a result he's 100% going to put his whole arussy into it & outstrip the strippers. Plus, he's not at all the strait-laced (as much as a criminal can be strait-laced...) person that his very slicked down & suited look would suggest. I guess i just need a moment where people are gobsmacked that stripping is one of arthur's rather extensive skill set & arthur meeting their incredulity with his own 🤨 elle woods, "what, like it's hard??"

Nonnie, I read this at 6am when I woke up and let me tell you how I CHOKED when I read arussy I am crying 😂.

I'm sorry it's taken me a few days to reply to this - as a thank you (and apology), I wrote you a thing:

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Eames doesn't even register when the jacket smacks him in the face. In a cascade of cotton and silk, Armani falls into a heap straight into his lap and Eames doesn't even care because that is Arthur up there on the podium and he is gyrating against a stripper pole.

"Oh my god," says Ariadne somewhere besides Eames. "He's actually doing it."

This gentlemans club (of the strip variety) was particularly renowned for being a sanctuary for twinks and twink-lovers alike, a veritable haven for men seeking men of the slender and the slight, sexy and sassy kind. Eames could barely fault them for their taste, the establishment was called Bottoms Up after all ---

-- the crowd cheers raucously over the music as Arthur starts to unbutton his waistcoat, hips swaying with the beat.

And just like that, amongst the strobe lights, Eames is having a moment. A crisis of faith, if you will.

He honestly had thought it would be a laugh. The intel said that the mark frequented this club. The intel said the mark had a thing for svelte brunette twinks with an ass that wouldn't quit. The most svelte-est, brunette-est twinkiest twink on the official roster at the club said I'll dance and drug your guy for fifty-grand and Arthur had snorted in his face and said it's not in the budget, I'll do it myself.

Eames bet his entire earnings for this job on this.

On Arthur. The kind of gay man who Eames envisions listens to show tunes and Striesand and enjoys a sensible chardonnay on a Sunday afternoon between ironing his ties or his handkerchiefs, or whatever, before watching a football match with another glass of chardonnay and nodding sensibly at whichever strapping young team come out of top, figuratively and literally, before settling into bed.

On... Arthur. The kind of man who never let his personality get in the way of a job. Who was a team player. Who was one the last few criminals and men who cared about integrity. Who was full of hundreds of unsuspecting surprises that Eames had unearthed one-by-one over the years, fucking of course he would pull through ---

-- Arthur's actual tie, a deep crimson, goes flying into the crowd, a round of whistles escalating as a lucky bloke catches it, waving it in the air like a lasso. On the stage Arthur drags a hand down his chest, makes direct eye contact with the man and winks at him.

Eames clutches the jacket, throat dry.

He got this one very, very wrong.

Eames had put his money on Arthur being laughed off stage (and into his arms), on being too stiff and sullen to be purposefully sexy.

Because Arthur was sexy, but in a non-purposeful way. Eames has never been a man titillated by what he could get for free and that others had proudly paid for, and beat off to those daydreams of Arthur ironing his ties, and his hankies.

But there Arthur is now, legs spread, back flushed against that pole as he dips inches from the floor as dollar bills flutter around him from eager patrons like paper snowflakes, body somehow swaying fluidly to the beat - a top forty remix that Eames doesn't recognise but feels his own feet tapping in tandem, heat zipping to his groin.

Arthurs chest, now bared for everyone in the club to see, is glistening with what looks like oil, the pale, roaming spotlights of the club gives Arthurs skin the effect of being bathed in moonlight.

Their mark, a balding fifty-something, grins lecherously, thin lips spreading over cheap veneers as Arthur makes eye contact with him as he unbuckles his belt, slipping the leather through the belt hooks like a snake through grass.

Eames very suddenly hates their mark.

The feeling intensifies when Arthur deftly hops off stage, pants slug loose around his hips, body still one with the beat as he approaches the mark, coyly draping the belt around the mans neck with one hand. The man shivers with delight as Arthur slips the sedative into his drink with the other while he is distracted.

The man places his grubby hands on Arthur's hips, completely fooled, and something burns hot and cold at the same time in Eames chest.

He's about to storm over and smack the mans hands away when Arthur slips out of his grip.

Arthur turns about then leaving the mark bug-eyed and breathing heavily as he gets back on stage.

Eames can't hear his pounding heart over the cheers of the crowd as Arthur--who Eames called a stiff pointdexter two days ago--slides his back down the stripper pole and back up again, executing some kind of manoeuvre that makes his bones look like liquid--and drops his pants, leaving himself only in his briefs.

The song ends. Blowing a kiss to the deafening crowd, Arthur gathers up his clothes and heads backstage, set finally over.

There's a flurry of activity to Eames' right where Yusuf, playing security guard, is hefting up their mark who is increasingly sleepy and incoherent.

Eames was supposed to help him take him out back but his feet are already in motion, following Arthur into the backroom. He flashes his security badge at the sensor and enters.

Wiping off the oil with a wet wipe, Arthur is waiting for him it would seem, pants slung loosely around his hips, shirt unbuttoned. Through the vanity mirror Arthur makes eye contact.

He nods in acknowledgement "Eames."

"That was quite a routine out there," he says, shutting the door behind them.

In the reflection, Arthur maintains their eye contact and chin lifts a fraction in defiance as Eames slowly approaches. "Told you I could do it."

"You did."

"How much did you bet on me failing?"

"My entire commission for the job."

Arthur snorts.

"Stupid. You deserve that."

"Very stupid," Eames agrees, nodding. "I have been very, very stupid, Arthur."

His feet are still moving and suddenly he is before Arthur. His hands are moving too, out to grip Arthur's hips before Eames realizes what he's doing. He balls them into fists and drops them to his side.

Arthur's eyes follow the movement in the mirror, turning to face Eames anyway. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Yusuf?"

Eames blurts out, "I didn't know you could move like that."

Raising an eyebrow Arthur says, completely deadpan, "What, like it's hard?"

He stalks forward then, gripping Eames' hands and placing them on his hips. "Go help Yusuf," he leans in close to whisper, eyes dark, "finish the job. Impress me now. And then I can show you how else I can move."

Eames is out of there before he needs to be asked twice. He's going to impress the hell out of Arthur.

#inception #arthur x eames #dreamhusbands #just a little thing

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johannestevans · 1 year

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so important for the twink who's been lusting over his middle-aged oblivious het work colleague to finally just break and he like Hey real quick can I suck your cock

and colleague, who's never received a BJ or tbh a compliment before, including from his ex wife, to be like. huh?

like I'm just thinking and average looking guy who's a little too into his work and isn't great at charming people, he's blunt and a little bland

doesn't feel great about his appearance bc he's not too tall and he's stocky and pudgy and he's not got the big chiseled jaw

meanwhile this twink is. fucking salivating at the DILF supreme with his big strong hands and his weighted body and his hairy chest and his thick thighs and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles

and the colleague is like but??? aren't you very gorgeous? by gay guy standards? can't you, um. do better? bc even women aren't particularly attracted to me, at least, they've never said

and the twink is like. ok well they're insane, open your jeans

idk im thinking about the particular het culture where autistic guys especially get overlooked dating wise anyway, but also some cishet women just never compliment their partners' appearances even just to say "looking handsome!" bc they think feeling attractive is for women only

and then you have. twink.

who's just a little drunk and/or stoned and horny and is just like Please, based on the rest of the package here, I'm assuming your dick is great

and the guy is like there is??? no package available

and twink like???? you have nice hair, your eyes are gorgeous and you have that cute crinkle and the dimples, you have strong shoulders and I've watched you lift stuff, you could definitely lift ME, and you're hairy which is HOT and you've got great legs

is your lap comfy

and colleague blustering and red faced but it doesn't occur to him to refuse when the twink gestures to his lap, and he's WARM and his hands are sliding down his neck and his thumbs are on his jaw, and colleague isn't attracted to guys but… this is NICE

esp twink kissing him and colleague trying to kiss back and twink being like EW stop that stop that right now what the fuck.

and colleague like oh I'm so sorry fuck i--

and twink all, kiss like i show you, don't be so liberal with the tongue

and they're kissing and it… it actually feels NICE? it feels good? especially bc the twink is grinding down in his lap and colleague is like 😳😳😳 bc he's hard and also he's 44 and just got Educated in Kissing Properly which he didn't know you could even do wrong

twink getting to his knees and colleague trying to be like oh no no you don't have to--

and twink like, i absolutely have to do this and might die if i don't. are you okay with killing me

and colleague like. I'm. I'm pretty sure you won't die from not sucking me off

and the twink like, alan, you didn't even know which month was pride month, so why would you be that confident about me sucking dick and whether i would die or not

and colleague just

twink on his knees and colleague who's never considered himself much of a stud and sometimes has a hard time getting off absolutely losing his mind

because the twink is doing things with his mouth and tongue and HANDS he's never imagined

and he's tugging at his balls and twisting his grip a bit on the base of his cock and dragging his tongue against this one really sensitive spot on the side of his cock head and just

liquefying his brains

esp if they finish and the twink is like that was great

and goes home

and colleague is just like. that was mind blowing but am i a bad person if I'm not gay but I want to do that again? shouldn't i blow him back? to be polite???

and being so nervous and shy about wanting to invite the twink for more casual sex, but every time the twink suggests it he's like YES YES ABSOLUTELY and then is anxious he's too eager and that it's disrespectful or unkind

MEANWHILE the twink keeps saying he's such a daddy and that he's cute and hot and handsome and that's amazing but also the sex is so… affirming and NICE

the first time sex hasn't been stressful for felt like a chore

and the twink won't let him suck him off bc he's like. no babe I know you want to reciprocate but this is an acquired taste and in my expert opinion it's not for you

so he tries to fuck the twink as vigorously as possible when they try anal

and the. the benefit of his ED is that his stamina means fucking harder for. longer

than the twink expected

and the twink just fucking dizzy and mindless with cock after like oh my god????? you ruined me? do it agajn!?

I'm just obsessed with the dynamic of the twink who's. a lot more confident and experienced, but also very much at home with casual sex between friends

whereas the colleague is having a moderate identity crisis

because he's still not gay! he's pretty sure he's not attracted to men, including this one! but the sex is really good? does that make him a bad person, shouldn't he let the twink KNOW?

and he does and the twink is like… yeah? duh? would you like to try prostate stimulation

you don't have to but i think you'd like it

and colleague is all like, you… fuck me?

and the twink falling over laughing like, ME? top? top YOU? oh no we're great friends but I'm too lazy. no i meant I'd finger you while sucking you off

and the colleague just lying there after, dazed and starry-eyed, like. maybe we should get married

and the twink just like. Alan how has your ex wife not taught you to be more discerning about proposals? also i am NOT the marrying kind

anyway i think it would be good if the twink started introducing him to hot chicks he knows, that will top as well as bottom and that also just? Will make a man feel good?

esp if Alan is just embarrassingly smitten and goes OTT on flowers and gifts and she's like 😳

and i think the ideal for this is the colleague kind of clearing his throat at his wedding like. uh. i invited. i invited a guy. for you. he's just come out and he's like 45 and he's--

the twink is like, alan, please, say no more. point him and the coat closet out in that order

the twink, drunk, after, sitting in the lap of his new conquest: this is dave he's the sacrifice Alan made at the altar of my bussy in exchange for my services

Alan: this is a very unorthodox wedding toast

twink: HAPPINESS TO THE BRIDE AND GROOM

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thedevilinmybrain · 9 months

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harry likes to straddle daddy when he shouldn’t, only to make him hard and walk away

"Yeah, mate, but I don't think that is going to work. Run the numbers back for me, how many seats in the stadium?" Louis stares down at the little icons on his Zoom call, the still images of his marketing team staring back at him. No one has video on, but Louis still feels a little paranoid.

Across the room, Harry is lounging on the couch in the den, his legs stretched over the arm of the couch. He's got on an old 1D shirt, the lacey hem of his blue panties peaking out at the top of his thigh. When he notices Louis staring at him, he looks up from his magazine with a little smirk, just the corner of his mouth raising. He's so pretty, Louis can't understand it sometimes. Like a heaven sent their best angel and then gave him a devilish twink in his eye.

"Lou, you there man?" Charlie's voice tinkers out from the laptop.

"What? Yeah. I'm here. Keep going," Louis turns his attention back to the screen, but he can see out of the corner of his eye as Harry slowly gets up.

He's silent on the hardwood, pads over with his long legs and his soft hands and pushes Louis' chair back a bit. Staring up at him, Louis just raises an eyebrow at him but Harry only grins back, straddles his lap easily. Behind them, the conversation keeps going on about numbers and metrics but it all kind of jumbles when Harry sits down, grinds his ass down into Louis' lap. There is only thin fabric between them, not enough to really block, and with the way the silky fabric of Louis' shorts are, it makes it easy for Harry to rock down against him.

"Why can you never be good?" Louis hisses into Harry's ear, hands moving to his ass, grabbing hard.

"I am good, Daddy. So good." Harry murmurs back, gasps a little when Louis' grip tightens. "Do you want me to show you how good I can be?"

"So, we should be set on that, right? Louis? We need your approval." Katie asks on the computer screen, her voice sharp like she's said it a few times now.

"Um, yeah. Can you send it over to me so I can comb through it?" Louis leans around Harry's shoulder, addresses the laptop directly. "Want some time with it."

"The slide deck is sixty pages. Is that alright?" Brian chimes in, a little eager.

"Yeah, sure." Louis watches with narrowed eyes as Harry huffs annoyed, slipping off his lap with a swing of his leg. He pads over to the office door, glances over his shoulder with a small pout, knows exactly what he's doing when Louis has to reach down and adjust himself.

"Send over the email. I'll look at it later. I've got something I need to take care of." Louis says to the laptop, a definite click ringing out in the silence as he stands up. Harry gives a sharp noise close to a yelp and takes off, but that's fine. Louis has time to track him down, to make him pay for it.

#fuckfest friday #larry

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xxwhiskeyxx · 1 year

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Love Trope February! Destined to be Together: Rain x Dewdrop

When Rain was first summoned, Dew had been assisting after he had been forcefully changed from Water to Fire and then they have the gaul to replace him with some tall twink (we ignore Sodo is in fact a twink) Rain tries to be nice to him, he feels a bond with the Gremlin and Sodo does too but he pushes away because he’s scared of the feeling. Sodo basically avoids Rain at all costs except for when he can’t like at practise and on tour. One day Rain corners him on the tour bus, he was tired of Sodo avoiding him for no reason when he knows he can feel the mate bond. What happens next?

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Welcome back to the angst! Feel free to sob when you first start reading but it gets better, it's not too bad but Dew has intense feelings and they made me sad, no TWs in this once only implied smut at the end and some making out!

This one made me happy, but I had started it at midnight cause I spent 3 hours doing English homework and taking a test, so we dead.

The transformation forced onto Dew basically forced his Water side away almost completely, he only has retained a small bite in traits and he can still slightly control water if he really focuses.

Also Ifrit went back to the Pit in this fic, not for all, why? I don't know, Whiskey is tired and Whiskey wants bed

-Love Whiskey

When Sister Imperator had announced that they were summoning another Water ghoul tp replace Dewdrop, he was understandably pissed right the fuck off, “How fucking dare they? I am still right here, right after they forced me through that fucking ritual!” Dew snarls, pacing through the commons. Aether sighs as he watches his friend rant about how pissed off he is and how he’s gonna rip Nihil a new asshole when suddenly Mountain comes through the door.

“They said they want us to report to the summoning room within the next hour. They want to summon the new Water ghoul as soon as possible,” he says, glancing between the Quintessence and newly transformed Fire ghoul, he and Aether had taken it horribly when they learned that the Clergy had essentially kidnapped the little ghoul and forced Dew to basically reduce his Waterside to almost gone. When they learned about what had happened, Alpha and Omega were forced to lock the pair in one of the cells beneath the church that was typically reserved for feral newly summoned ghouls who haven’t had a chance to acclimate to the surface, otherwise, Sister and Nihil probably would have been torn to shred for hurting their packmate.

Dew huffs a big cloud of steam from his nose and his former gills; the vapor floats above his head before slowly disappearing. “Why the fuck do they need me? Why not have Alpha, an actual fucking Fire ghoul.” he snarls, crossing his arms, “They said that since your Water has been suppressed…you’re Fire is now strong enough to participate in a summoning.” Mountain says slowly, carefully approaching the angry Fire ghoul, “Oh, so they think because they forced a change on me that I’d be fucking willing to help them summon my replacement?!” Dew screams, steam now leaking from the slits of the former gills, “Calm down, Droplet, you know you can’t argue with Sister Imperator unless you want to be sent back, come here.” Aether says, beckoning the smaller male to come sit in his lap. “Fuck you, and I am perfectly calm.” Dew hisses, and Mountain sighs as he scoops up the hissing ghoul and carries him over to the couch, setting him in the largely built ghoul's lap, who quickly wraps his arms around the smaller to prevent him from squirming away as both he and Mountain fill him with calming energy.

It doesn’t take long for the fight to leave Dewdrop, slumping against Aether as tears take over for the anger. “Why do they have to do it today..it hasn’t even been a week since I recovered…” he sniffles, tears dripping down his face. Mountain and Aether feel their hearts break, “Oh, Little Comet, we’re not happy about it either. As much as we’d love to have another pack member, you’re still not completely healed, and we aren’t ready to welcome another ghoul in yet.” Aether says softly, rocking the little ghoul in his arms, “I tried to reason with Sister by telling her that, but she just said that you would be fine, that we need to get another Water ghoul so we can have a bassist.” Mountain adds, holding a Dew's hand. “I just…their replacing me so fucking easily; you guys will probably forget about me since you’re going to have a new Water Lily..” Dew whispers, choking down a sob as he admits the thing that has been bugging him the most.

The two larger ghouls gasp lightly, looking at one another in shock before back at the crying male; Aether’s arm subconsciously tightens around him as Mountain kneels in front of the pair, “Dewdrop, look at me.” he says softly, gently coaxing the little ghoul to look at him as he grabs both of his hands, watery two-toned eyes meeting green, “We will never forget about you, you’re still our little Spitfire and you may not have as much Water anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were our first Water Lily, we might not even call them that anyways.” Mountain says, pressing a kiss to the bruised knuckles, Dew had been punching the walls of his room before Aether had found him and drug him to the common room. “You’re our little Gremlin no matter which element is strongest.” Aether whispers, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “We will never forget you, we love you, Dew, so fucking much.” he finishes.

Dew can’t help the sob that escapes his throat, tugging his hands from Mountain’s to cling to the Earth ghoul's uniform button-up, burying his face into his shoulder as he cries. The gentle giant simply wraps his arms around the ghoul, who feels somehow impossibly tiny, pressed between him and Aether, who follows suit and tightens his hold on Dew. They sit there for a long time, gently soothing the Fire ghoul until there is a knock on the door, Copia pokes his head in. They may not know the awkward Cardinal much, but they learned quickly that he truly was a kind soul, he had been furious when he learned what had happened with Dewdrop, even going as far as to scream at Sister Imperator for “How dare you to change one of my ghouls without my permission!”, this had earned the respect of the remaining band members, especially of the little now turned Fire ghoul who had surprised the Cardinal with a hug, to be fair he was slightly loopy on pain drugs but it was still a hug.

“Hello mio tesoros, it is time. I am truly sorry, Dewdrop. I’m sure Mountain told you how he tried to reason with Sister, I did as well, but she is insistent. If you wish, I can ask Alpha to participate instead.” he offers, wringing his hands nervously. “Th-” Dew cuts off Aether, “I’ll be okay. I wanna see who is gonna take over for me, gotta see if they’re gonna be good enough,” he says, a smirk on his face despite the tear tracks and red-rimmed eyes. Copia’s eyes soften at the sight, “Oh course, mio dolce ragazzo, I just thought to extend the offer. Now come along boys, we must welcome your new band member.” he says, smiling at the ghouls. Mountain stands and offers a hand to Dew, who takes it, tugging him from Aether who follows the pair as they leave the ghoul den.

The Summoning room is near the chapel where they hold Mass, about a 5-minute walk from the dens. The ghouls quietly make their way with Copia, Dew subtly hanging behind a bit to be able to hold Aether’s tail with his. Once they reach the door that leads to the small chamber, Copia holds the door open to allow the ghouls to enter first. Inside are Sister, Papa Primo, as he is the best when it comes to summonings, along with Mist and Zephyr, “Finally, I was about to send Omega to come to retrieve you, ghouls.” Sister tuts, a glare directed at the 4 newly joined members, “Apologies, Sister, we got caught up.” Mountain says, it’s not a lie, but Sister clicks her tongue, “Papa, are we ready to begin now.” she asks, Primo nods, “Yes, ghouls, please stand around in your spots, Dewdrop by Mountain, please.” he directs, the tallest ghoul shows the smaller where to stand around the chalked circle. Dew looks up at the Earth ghoul, who gives him a reassuring smile, ‘It’s going to be okay, this is the easiest type of summoning, and we don’t have to really do anything but stand here. Aether and Mist will take care of the Water ghoul.’ Mountain says in his mind through the link. Dew nods. Clenching his fists as Primo begins to chant.

Dew has never taken part in a summoning, only heard stories from Aether and Mountain, who had been there for him and a few others, usually Alpha stands in for the Fire element or Ifrit before he is sent back. Hence, as the circle begins to glow as Primo continues chanting, his eyes widen. He feels his hands heat up slightly, and he spots the other’s eyes glowing through their masks, Mountain said they don’t do anything, but it seems that the ritual uses their elements to aid in the summoning. Mist’s eyes are glowing so brightly that it almost lights up the room, possibly because they’re summoning a Water ghoul.

After a few more minutes, a lanky, thin body suddenly materializes into view. The smell of Petrichor, Summer Thunderstorms, Lotus, and Morning Dew fills Dew’s nose, it makes him feel dizzy but not enough to knock him off his feet, for some reason, just the smell of this new ghoul makes all of the anxiety and stress he had been feeling fade from his body. There is a low groan from the body in the middle of the circle; Aether and Mist slowly approach, the latter holding a thin blanket to cover the ghoul’s body until they can get them clothed. But before they can get too close, the ghoul’s eyes seem to focus on the two approaching figures, and they whimper, scrambling backward on shaky limbs. Their head whips around trying to find an escape when suddenly sharp sapphire meets burning magma and piercing ice, and it feels like something snaps into place. A knot forms in Dew’s belly, and all of sudden, all he can think of is protecting this new ghoul, who whimpers and scurries to the Fire ghoul, hiding behind him. Mountain stumbles back as the ghoul darts past him, partially because they scare him and also because he can tell they’re heading toward the hybrid.

Dew freezes when cold hands cling to his tail; everyone is staring at him, “D..do you know him, Dewdrop?” Mist asks; even though you can’t see her mouth, it’s clear it’s hanging open, “N…no, I’ve never seen him before.” Dew stammers, “Well, he seems to trust you for some reason. Can you please cover him and help Aether so he can check him.” Sister huffs, clearly pissed that the newly summoned ghoul seems to be so attached to the hot-headed hybrid as she turns and leaves, Primo and Copia following suit; the Cardinal will officially meet the new ghoul later. “Yes, Sister.” Dew mutters before carefully turning so he doesn’t startle the still frightened ghoul; kneeling down so their level and despite how he promised himself that he’d avoid this new ghoul at all costs, he speaks softly and calmly, “Hey, I’m Dewdrop, what’s your name huh?” he asks, the other ghoul is still clinging to his tail, big blue eyes staring up at him, “M..my name is Ra..Rain..” he stutters slightly, eyes darting behind Dew where he’s sure the other’s are hovering, though a few feet back, “These guys aren’t gonna hurt you, they just wanna make sure you’re okay.” he says, trying to soothe the shaking ghoul, who with a quick glance down, confirms that he is indeed a he, or at least appears to be. “The big guy is named Aether; he’s a Quintessence ghoul, he just wants to make sure you’re not injured or anything from the summoning or from the Pit.” he says as he beckons Aether to come closer.

Rain stares at the large male, fear in his eyes, but he seems to trust Dew enough that he believes he won’t hurt him, “Hi, I’m Aether, is it okay if I check you with my magick, please, I won’t touch you, and it might feel a little weird if you’re not used to Quintessence, but it won’t hurt.” he says as he crouches next to Dew, Rain’s eyes flick between the pair before nodding. Aether quickly scans him with his magic, seemingly healing a few cuts and scrapes from when he had been trying to scramble away, but other than that, he’s fine. Mist hands the blanket to Dew, who wraps it around the lithe ghoul, “It’s to keep you warm and covered till we get some clothes on you.” he mutters, wanting to get away from the ghoul so he can try and escape the weird feeling that’s filled his chest and belly.

As soon as Rain gets to his feet and seems to trust Aether enough to hold onto, Dew darts away, running out the door and back to his room. Throwing open the door and clamoring onto his bed, burying his face in the pillows and letting out a muffled yell, “What the actual fuck?!” he screams, punching the pillow. As much as he hated it, the feeling of being away from the new Water ghoul had made his stomach tie into a knot, and it felt like.. there was a part of him missing. After a few minutes, there’s a sudden knock on his door, but he doesn’t bother to answer, hoping whoever it is will go away, but the door opens anyway. “Dude, what the fuck? Why did you run like that?” Mountain asks, ducking under the threshold and coming to stand in the middle of the room, “I..I don’t fucking know man, it was too overwhelming, I don’t know what it is about that Water ghoul, but he’s got my fucking chest and stomach feeling all weird.” Dew says, muffled by the pillow his face is pressed against. Mountain is shocked, but now everything made sense, the way Rain had seemed to immediately trust Dew enough to hide behind him, the way Dew was immediately so soft with him, and the way Dew just described feeling; ‘Their fucking destined mates…’ he thinks, he internally groans as he sits next to the Fire ghoul, he knows it's too soon to tell Dew otherwise he’ll freak out, but they have to know soon or they’ll get sick.

“Dew, look at me please.” Mountain asks, smoothing a hand through silvery strands of hair. Dew stays still for a moment but begrudgingly rolls onto his side to look up at the Earth ghoul, “Rain seemed really upset with the way you ran, I don’t know what is going on with you two, but you need to say you’re sorry.” he states, giving the ghoul a look when he sneers. “I really don’t want to be near that little Water nymph anytime soon.” Dew snarks, Mountain growls, tugging his ear and earning a yelp from the hybrid, “Do not call him that; you’ll apologize and be civil with him, or you’ll not like what I do.” he says, tone deadly serious. Even though he hasn’t known the Water ghoul long, Earth and Water tend to go together like, well mud, an elemental match typically, and Mountain already feels protective over the new lanky ghoul. Dew gives a half-hearted snarl, but the serious look on the Earth ghoul's face makes it drop, “Fine, I’ll say sorry.” he mutters, “You can go back to him now, I’m sure you can’t wait to be with your new Water Lily.” Dew mumbles the last part, but Mountain still hears it.

Despite being a little irked at the hybrid's behavior, the words make his heartache, despite what had happened between the two in the summoning room, Dew’s earlier feelings are still prominent. With a sigh, he picks up the lithe male, who yelps, before laying down on the soft sheets and curling around him, “No, Aether and Mist are with him. I wanted to make sure you were okay, my Heliconia, I promised I would still look after you didn’t I?” he whispers into Dew’s ear, nipping at the pointed tip, earning a whimper. Mountain wraps his long arms around his packmate, who leans back into him.

The next day Dew apologizes to Rain, who had smiled brightly when he noticed the Fire ghoul approaching and accepted, saying he understood that it had been an awkward situation. But after that, Dew avoided the Water ghoul like he was the plague, only staying in the same room as him whenever they had practice and during meals. Despite the other two ghouls trying to make them talk, it was to no avail, the longest time they spent together besides during practice is when they summoned two new Air ghoulettes and a Multi named Swiss. Besides that, Dew was always quick to slip out of a room whenever Rain entered, this both made the Water ghoul sad and irritated the shit out of him, what the hell did he do? He had been nothing but kind to the hybrid, and yet he’s treated like shit, not to mention, he knows that their fated mates and he knows, or at least he thinks he does, that Dew does too. He has caught the Fire hybrid staring at him with an intense longing in his eyes; he’s even woken up on the couch, not enough to open his eyes yet, with the feeling of lips on his forehead, warm hands smoothing back his dark curls, and surrounded by the ghoul's scent of Burning Wood, Cinnamon, Moonshine Cherries, and just the slightest hint of the ocean, salty and like home.

Now they had been on tour for the last 2 weeks, Dew could not avoid Rain, but he did it the best he could, zooming off the bus whenever possible, hanging out with Swiss post Rituals, always coming back to the bus reeking of weed and booze, and simply staying in his bunk if he notices Rain come out. The Water ghoul had had enough, they had just finished tonight's Ritual, and he had heard Dew say something to Swiss about staying back tonight because he was tired, this was his chance. Declining Mountain and Aether’s offer to come to the bar with the rest of them, he waits until he hears the Fire ghoul leave his dressing room and exit the building before following him. Dew doesn’t seem to notice him as he makes his way onto the bus, Rain waits a minute before also entering.

He can hear the hybrid in the back, probably getting ready for a shower, tossing his mask on the couch, and walking towards the noise. Finding an unglamored and unmasked Dew with his back to him, he takes the chance and stalks toward him. Quickly whirling the smaller ghoul around and pushing him against the wall, hands pinning fragile wrists against the fake wood that houses their duffles and other items. “What the fuck, Rain? Let me the hell go!” Dew snarls, squirming, but the Water ghoul has a surprisingly tight grip, “No, you’re staying here until you tell me what the hell I ever did to you; why the fuck do you avoid me like I fucking killed your dog!” Rain spits, blue eyes staring holes through the smaller male, it makes the feeling from when they had first locked eyes reignite in Dew’s stomach. Trying to look anywhere except the Water ghoul, “I don’t have to tell you anything, let me go, Rain, or you’re going to fucking regret it.” he hisses, trying to seem tough and make him let go. But the lanky ghoul holds fast, serious expression unchanging.

Eventually, Dew folds, unable to handle those sapphire eyes staring into him any longer, “I..I don’t fucking know, you make this weird feeling happen in my stomach, and I don’t fucking like it or know what it is. I felt it when we first met, and it makes me uncomfortable.” he says, eyes shut tightly to try and avoid the stare. Rain’s face softens, ‘He doesn’t know..’ he thinks, “You really don’t know?” he asks softly, grip loosening slightly. Dew shakes his head, eyes still closed. “Do you know what destined mates are?” Rain asks, again with another shake of his head, the Water ghoul sighs, “Destined mates are basically ghoul soulmates, we were made for each other by Lord Lucifer.” he explains, “And we are each other’s destined mates.” he says.

Two-toned eyes shoot open, mouth gaping as he looks up at the taller male, “Ar..are you fucking with me?” he stutters, it’s Rain’s turn to shake his head, “I…this can’t be real..Swiss fucking put you up to this.” he babbles on as he tries to reason with himself. Rain sighs, slipping his hands from Dew’s wrists to his hands, intertwining their fingers, this makes the hybrids mouth snap shut, glancing at their hands, “When I first saw you, I felt safe, at home, and like I found a piece of myself that I didn’t even realize was missing. Did you feel that to Dewdrop?” Rain asks, a serious tone in his voice. Dew stares at him, “I..how the hell did you know that?” he questions, brows furrowing because how the fuck did he know exactly how he felt, there’s no way this is fucking true..is it. “Because we are each other’s missing piece. Every time I see you, I feel like I’m missing a piece of me because you’re not in my arm. Every time you run away, I feel like a chip of my being is being yanked away from me.” Rain explains, “Dew, I know you know it’s true. I see how you look at me when you think I’m not looking; it’s the same way I look at you.” he confesses, a blue flush coming to his cheeks as his confidence is starting to wear off, “Please believe me, I need to have you Dewdrop, I can’t stand watching you run away from me one more time..please…” he begs, eyes filled with desperation.

Dew is staring up at the Water ghoul, and he has described everything he has felt these last few months of knowing him. Every time he runs, it feels like he’s leaving a piece of himself away. The constant longing and the lonely feeling that fills his chest whenever he’s away from Rain. It all makes sense, instead of answering, he leans up on his toes and presses his mouth to the other ghouls. Rain is frozen for a moment, in shock at the soft lips pressed against his own, but he quickly drops Dew’s hands in favor of wrapping one arm around a thin waist and coming to cup his cheek, Dew’s coming up to fist into his shoulder-length hair. The kiss is filled with longing, need, and a hint of teeth, a sharp fang nips at Rain’s lower lip, earning a groan.

The ghouls returned to their tour bus reeking of sex, Petrichor, Cinnamon, and two content ghouls. “They finally fucking did it?!” Swiss gapes, catching sight of a long blue-grey leg dangling from Dew’s bunk, “Guess so, was wondering when they’d finally confess to each other.” Aether agrees, “10 bucks says Rain fucked the Gremlin.” Swiss smirks when suddenly a pillow comes flying from the bunk area, nailing the Multi in the head. The boys turn and see Dew glaring at them, hanging off the side of his bunk, “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will maul you in your sleep.” he growls. An arm that belongs to the dangling drags the Gremlin back into the bunk, “Shush Dewy, leave them alone.” comes Rain’s muffled voice. “Dewy?” Aether asks, “Only Mountain and Cumulus can call him that without getting their face eaten?” he says, “I mean, it’s his destined mate, I don’t think he minds what he calls him.” Mountain chuckles, “Shut the fuck up, Mount, I will set fire to your greenhouse!” is heard from the back, followed by a sudden loud whine that clearly belonged to the hybrid, “Wanna go to that diner we saw before they fuck again?” Swiss suggests, “Right behind you!” Aether says, Mountain silently following as a string of whimpers and soft moans come from the bunk area.

#rain x dewdrop #nameless ghouls #ghost band #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #destined to be together #love trope febraury #whiskey's burbling barrel #whiskey is sleepy #please help its 3am

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5 Sides of Human

{Part fifteen}

Genre: Mixed

WC: ~4.9k

CW: Mammon is a jerk, pining, suggestive, anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, depression and vague mentions of disordered eating/restricting food, allusion of OCD, allusion to past trauma, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon!

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“So you’re not going to the ball then, huh?” Satan asked sadly as he assisted in changing the bandage on her collar bone. After listening to Vivi’s rant about how stupid the event was, and how terrible it was that she was being forced to go by Lucifer, Storm’s prediction of her response to being asked was already being disproven, as the probability of an intense reaction increased the more she got into her anger about the situation.

Vivi scoffed in response. “Not like I have a choice, but any excuse to get me out of it I’ll take.”

Satan chewed his lip as he finished securing the bandage, trying to find words for what he wanted to express. He wanted to just ask, but it was as if his tongue was twisted when he tried to get the words out. He couldn’t quite place why asking Vivi to the ball, even as a friend, was causing him to act so similarly to Levi or Mammon. Actually, the thought of him acting anything like those two pissed him off to no end. He was supposed to be the hopeless romantic, who was good at speaking his mind- so why was he struggling so much now?

“What are you staring at, Twink?” She grumbled, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder to cover her collar. He was usually so eloquent when speaking, so the gaps in conversation and weird staring into nowhere began to make Vivi feel a bit nervous.

“Uh, no-nothing.” He muttered, turning his attention back to putting away the first aid supplies in his lap. “How- uh- how did this even happen in the first place?”

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Some dipshit demon made me spill my water all over myself in the hallway today, so I taught them a lesson.”

Satan cracked a small smile. “Did you win?”

Vivi gave an exasperated sigh. “What the fuck do you think? Of course I didn’t. Your shit-ass wannabe vampire brother wouldn’t let me finish what they started.”

“Tch. Of course he did.” Satan crossed his arms, pissed he couldn’t here the details of Vivi’s fight because of Lucifer’s interruption. “Well...I’ve been meaning to think of some way to get back at him for taking away one of my books, so why don’t we come up with something.”

“What book did he take?”

“One of my rare hex indexes.” Satan gritted his teeth, still mad about the fact that he had no idea what Lucifer did with the book. “Apparently he found out Belphie and I were trying to use it to find ways to prank him.”

Vivi snickered. “Typical.”

Satan narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means y’all gotta be more covert. He’s going to keep catching on to your antics if you keep doing shit that’s predictable.”

“I’d like to see what genius ideas you come up with then, if you’re so smart.” Satan mocked, “What, you want to put a whoopie cushion on his chair or something? Put whipped cream in his shoes? Sew up the sleeves on his shirts?”

“No, asshole.” Vivi punched Satan in the arm rather hard. “I’m not Mammon.”

“Then what?”

“Well, I got this.” Vivi reached into her jacket pocket, then lifted arm. Dangling from her fingers was a key tied to a string.

“And that is..?” Satan gestured for her to give him more information.

They rolled their eyes. “It’s the key to his office at RAD, dumbass.”

Satan quickly snatched it from her hands, looking it over as if not to believe it was real. “How...how did you..?”

“I yanked it off his belt loop when he was dragging me away from the fight. He didn’t even notice.” Vivi shrugged, as if indifferent to the ease of the action. “Then I made a copy of it using duplication magic and gave the original to Storm and told her that I thought it was hers. She did the rest for me.”

Satan gawked at her, unsure of what to say.

“You guys act like this shit is hard.” She scoffed, snatching the key back and shoving it back into the interior pocket of her jacket.

“Wait, wait.” Satan shook his head, gripping Vivi tightly by the shoulders. An evil grin spread across his lips. “Forget that stupid dance. I have an idea.”

“You only met her a few weeks ago. Why do you care so much?” Belphie grumbled as he snuggled deeper into the pile of pillows on the Attic bed. Beel had finally left him and Fern alone after anxiety about Storm’s wellbeing getting the best of him and he opted to spend the night in her and Fern’s room. Belphie had to practically beg Fern to stay with him instead, and he couldn’t quite understand why Fern was sharing almost equal anxiety for a person they’d known for such a short time. He struggled to be close to Storm after knowing her for longer, and part of him felt jealous that Fern already achieved a level of fondness in Storm’s eyes that he felt he had not yet been awarded.

“She’s my friend, ya dingus.” Fern nearly scoffed, finding the question to be a bit ridiculous. “I feel like you should give more of a care considering you’ve known her longer than me.”

Belphie winced. “Well we...I dunno, we just don’t click that well.”

“She seems to click fine with your brothers, what’s different about you?” Fern teased. They were surprised when they were met with a pissed-off groan from Belphie, telling them he was done talking. Not like I couldn’t guess why she struggles to connect with you, they thought to themself.

They sat in silence for a moment, the discomfort Fern now felt eating away at them before they finally filled it with nervous chatter. “So I suppose this means that you won’t be asking her to the dance then like everyone else has?”

“I dunno. Maybe.” Belphie shrugged. “Why do you care?”

“Well I don’t know! Maybe I’m just trying to get a feel for how many more people she’s gonna reject before you all get the hint that she’s only interested in that old fart sack you call a brother!”

Belphie snorted, stifling a laugh. “Well, I can’t say I blame them for shooting their shot, you know? And hey, who’s to say she wouldn’t fall head over heels for me? I’m quite the catch.”

“Oh sure.” Fern rolled their eyes. “You’re only a catch because you’re to lazy to give any sort of chase.”

“Well, then I suppose we’re evenly matched there, dork.” Belphie’s lips curled into a smirk when Fern screeched in response, bombarding him with pillows as they tried to convince him he was more lazy than they were. Which, he knew that he was, but it was fun to pick on them.

“Will you two kindly keep it down? I can hear you all the way in my office.” Lucifer shouted up the stairwell, causing both Belphie and Fern to roll their eyes.

“It’s only like 9pm.” Fern shouted back. “Go take some Viagra or something if you cant hang, grandpa.”

Before the words even finished leaving Fern’s lips, Lucifer was in the doorway to the attic, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl painted on his face. Fern groaned in an obnoxiously loud, prolonged tone.

“I am growing tired of this childish nonsense, Fern.” Lucifer clicked his tongue as Fern gave him the middle finger with a mouth fart to accompany it. “If not for me, will you please consider the fact that Storm is feeling unwell and may need additional rest?”

Fern paused for a minute, realizing that he was right. Rather than admitting and apologizing, they doubled down, making another fart noise, and giving him two middle fingers.

Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He muttered under his breath as he turned to leave, slowly descending the spiraling stairway back to the second floor of the house. Fern collapsed on their back next to Belphie, staring up at the tulle that snaked around the ceiling to create a dimmer atmosphere- perfect for naps. The awkwardness returned to the vibe of the room as it filled with uncomfortable silence, though both seemed to ignore it and close their eyes, wishing for sleep to take over and rid them of the discomfort.

“So...Are you going to the ball?”

Fern’s eyes snapped open and they turned to Belphie. They wondered if he actually said anything at all, given that his eyes were still closed. “Uh, what now?”

Belphie sighed, peaking one eye open to look at Fern. “I asked if you were going to the ball, idiot.”

Fern shrugged. “I heard Satan and Vivi were going to sneak into Lucifer’s office and put blood-backed paper wasps into the drawers of his desk while everyone is at the dance, and I was hoping to get in on that.”

Belphie snickered. “Not a bad way to celebrate. What about after you’re done with that though? I want someone to hang out with if I’m forced to be there...”

Fern blinked slowly. Was he asking them to the ball in some weird passive-aggressive way so he wouldn’t get his feelings hurt, or were they reading way to much into it? They couldn’t be sure. Regardless, they didn’t want to risk assuming he had feelings and then getting their heart broken if their intuition was wrong.

Belphie grew more nervous the longer he waited for a response. He knew asking them would be a long shot, but the anxiety welling in his stomach at the possibility of rejection was starting to get to him. “I mean it’s whatever. It’s not like I can’t find a corner to nap in or something.”

“Oh, uh...I mean, We normally hang out anyways, so like...” Fern shrugged. “Maybe we can find a way to prank ole crab ass at the ball too.”

Belphie breathed a quiet sigh of relief that his offer had been accepted. Or, at least he thought so.

Storm awoke in the wee morning hours the next day, only to find her room containing more bodies than normal. Malice lay sprawled across the bed like normal, but Beel was also curled up at the end of the bed by her legs. Malice’s tail dangled over his face, the hairs rustling as he snored. She smiled to herself, feeling happy that Beel began to continue the trend he had done before she had left Devildom the first time. On the other side of the room, Fern and Belphie lay snuggled together in Fern’s bed, which wasn’t the first time since she had been back in Devildom. Usually, thought, they would fall asleep in the attic, which makes this feel a bit more deliberate.

Storm slowly maneuvered her way out from under her blankets, trying desperately not to wake anyone up. She managed to sneak out from under Malice. Beelzebub, though, was always a light sleeper.

“Mmf...Good morning...” Beel yawned, his fangs glistening under the low light as his jaw extended. “How are you feeling, Stormy?”

She smiled weakly. “I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

“Just okay?” Beelzbub stretched out his arms, the veins in his biceps strained against his skin as he did so. He rose to his feet, approaching to check the temperature of her forehead to ensure she wasn’t spiking a fever.

“Yeah, I guess I’m still not feeling 100%, you know?” Storm swallowed as the back of his hand pressed against her forehead and cheeks. Her stomach rumbled loudly as he checked her over, causing Beel’s brow to furrow in concern. She rubbed her forearm nervously, hoping Beel couldn’t see through her dishonesty.

“You didn’t eat dinner yesterday...you must be starving.”

Storm dropped her eyes to the floor, unsure of how to respond. She merely shrugged, not wanting to admit she was indeed past the point of hungry.

Beel rubbed her shoulders gently, knowing the difficult relationship Storm had with food. “C’mon. I’ll make you a hearty breakfast.”

Storm offered another weak smile, taking Beel’s hand and following him down to the kitchen. To their amazement, Lucifer was already awake and alert, and coffee was brewing in front of him. They greeted him as they approached the fridge, trying to decide what to make for their morning meal.

Lucifer returned their good morning, but the stoic line on his face grew into a frown as he observed Storm holding Beelzebub’s hand. He watched as he proudly displayed the “gift” he had offered to her the day prior, fully intact and uneaten despite the urges he had to engulf the cute little treat. Lucifer didn’t miss the warm smile on her face as they shared a loving hug, and the way Storm clung to his side as Beelzebub made breakfast for the two of them. Envy rose in his chest as he tried to turn his focus back to his coffee, wanting to be the one who shared these early morning hours with Storm after spending the night with her, as she and Beel often did.

He sighed, leaving them be in the kitchen after Beel brought up his “question” from the previous day about the ball. While he was sure Storm would say no, or only go with him as friend, his pride could not handle the possibility of an enthusiastic yes. On his way back to his study, Lucifer managed to convince himself that she wanted nothing to do with him, and that any attempt at a romantic way to ask her out would be met with rejection.

Storm eyed Lucifer curiously as his body tensed, and appeared almost robotic as he walked out of the kitchen with his coffee. He had seemed so relaxed for a moment, but then it was like everything 180′d. She wondered briefly if it was somewhat her fault, until she felt Beel’s massive arm curled around her shoulders.

“I didn’t get to finish talking with you yesterday...” Beel glanced down at her, the familiar dust of pink brightly lining his features. “You know...about the ball?”

“Oh...” Storm dropped her eyes to the floor as she nervously shifted her weight. “I...well...I’m not really going with anyone as a date.”

“Why not?” Beel felt his heart drop to his stomach, but kept the sadness from showing on his face.

“I just...I’ve been asked by almost all your brothers already, and I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by going with one person over another, even if I did want to...so I guess I just wanted to go there to spend time with all of you.” Storm shrugged, still avoiding Beel’s eyes.

He nodded, feeling a bit better after the explanation, but there was still disappointment looming in his heart. “I mean, that’s nice n’ all, but you know Levi and Asmo have dates, right?”

Storm glanced up at him finally, confusion painting her face. “They do?”

“Yeah, I heard them talking about it yesterday when I went to check on you. Levi is going with Sarah, and Asmo is going with heart.”

“Oh...” Storm chewed her lip. “Well, maybe this wasn’t a good plan after all, then.”

Beel chuckled, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. “Well, Even if everyone else has a date, I wont. If you feel alone, we can still spend time together while we’re there.”

Storm smiled, leaning into Beel’s touch. “That would be nice.”

Beel was about to flip the crepe in the pan, but paused, the gears in his head finally clicking on something she had said previously “Wait, what do you mean ‘even if you wanted to?’”

Storm blinked, confused by the apparent realization he was having. “Huh?”

“You do want to go with someone, don’t you?” Beel set the pan down, turning fully to face her. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

Storm felt her face heat up in shame. “What? No...I-”

Beel chuckled. “No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t tell everyone no if there’s one of us you would rather go with! That’s not fair to you.”

Storm bit her lip and dropped her gaze. “Well, maybe, but I cant say for sure if he’d even want to go with me...”

“Is it Lucifer?”

Storm’s eyes widened as she tried her best to avoid Beel’s gaze, who was trying everything to get her to look at him. He giggled in delight, seeing her face redden with embarrassment.

“It is, isn’t it!” Beel’s grin widened and his voice raised in volume. He happy for Storm to have caught feelings for his older brother. As much as he loved Storm, his view of her was more similar to that of a sibling, which would make any sort of romantic relationship feel weird. “That’s great news!”

“Can you not- just...not so loud.” She hushed him, glancing back to where Lucifer once stood. “Yes, okay. I do want to go with him. But I don’t...” She paused, sighing. “I don’t think he would want to go with me, so that’s also why I figure I’d just go without a date.”

Beel’s smile fell. “Why don’t you think he’d like to go with you? I mean, who wouldn’t want to?”

“Well...” Storm sighed. “I dunno. He’s been kind of cold lately, and I just cant really get a concrete read that he likes me as much as I like him.”

“But he spends more time with you than anyone else?”

“Yeah, but-”

“And he’s given you permission to go into his office, even when he’s not there. He hasn’t done that with anyone.”

“Maybe, but-”

“And haven’t you guys kissed?”

“Alright! I get- wait! How do you know that?!” Storm was taken aback that Beel even had that knowledge.

Beel shrugged. “Asmo.”

Storm groaned, resting her head in her hands. Of course Asmo knew and probably told everyone. “Okay, yes! Yes, all of that is true- but like, he isn’t really consistent, though. Like one minute, I feel like I’m the only focus of his attention, and the next he wants nothing to do with me. It’s really confusing.”

Beel nodded. “Well, I mean...Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride. I don’t think he’d come right out and tell you how he feels.”

Storm scoffed. “Yeah. Not likely.”

Beel sighed, turning his focus back to the now overcooked crepe on the stove. “Maybe he is too conflicted to tell you how he feels, but I bet he’d be over the moon if you told him.”

Storm stared at him in wide-eyed horror. “N-no. I couldn’t...I-I’d look so stupid. Besides...” She sighed again, remembering back to what Mammon had said the day prior. “...It’s not like he couldn’t find someone better.”

Beel blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Storm shook her head. “Nevermind. Lets just...stop talking about this now and go back to making breakfast, okay?”

Beel opened his mouth to object, but was silenced when Storm shoved a slice of toast between his teeth. He saw the somber change in her mood, but figured he’d let it go for now. He did, however, make a mental note to talk to Lucifer later. If she couldn’t work up the courage to ask him herself, Beel would have to get Lucifer to ask her. Either option seemed like a challenge, but he’d do anything to get two of the most important people in the world to be happier.

“Alright, come on now.” Simeon snapped his fingers, trying to get the attention of the room. “We have only tomorrow morning left to practice before the big show, so lets get it together. I expect everyone to be their best and practice all of their lines tonight...Oh, and tell Mammon that if he isn’t here first thing in the morning like the rest of you that I’ll make sure he gets an extra special punishment.”

Everyone nodded, not wanting to object and risk Simeon’s wrath coming down on them. Mammon had been scarce the past few days, skipping practice and not really even talking to anyone. He would be out until the wee hours of the morning, only to be gone right away the next morning. Asmo had caught eye of him at the Fall, but it was only for brief moments before the white-haired menace disappeared into the crowd. Mammon had even been avoiding spending time with Storm- something he wouldn’t have ever done before this week- and the interactions he had had with her had been unusually curt and snippy.

After a few reminders to practice certain scenes, he sent everyone on their way, only stopping Storm to remind her to practice with Lucifer to ensure the kiss scene is less rigid than with practice. She nervously agreed, though found herself feeling way more nervous about kissing Lucifer in front of the entire student body than she did with Diavolo.

Arriving home way later than expected, everyone sat down to eat a quick dinner prepared by Satan and Vivi. With only a few bites into the meal, the dining hall doors swung open, and before them stood Mammon- who was dressed flamboyantly in a white suit dripping with gold jewelry, and a strange woman latched to his arm, decorated similarly with gold in a skin-tight white mini dress.

“Mammon, what is the meaning of this?” Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance at the stench of smoke and alcohol that radiated off the pair as they approached the table.

“Oi, lighten up, will ya? I don’t need ya killin’ the vibe of my date here.” Mammon flashed a wide grin, making a point to lock eyes with Storm as he gestured to the woman beside him. “Err’body, this is Ché.”

Ché gave a quick smile and a nod, returning her focus instead to the jewels that lined her fingers between the cigarette held between her middle and index finger.

“I’m unfortunately familiar.” Lucifer growled, narrowing his eyes in contempt.

“Oh, Come on, Lucifer.” She leaned over the table, ashing her cigarette on the pristine tablecloth. “You’ve never liked me, but I’ve never done anything to cross you!”

Lucifer watched the smoldering ash burn through the table cloth, eye twitching and firsts clenching in anger. “Mammon, may I speak to you privately for a moment?”

Mammon shook his head. “No can do, big bro! Ché and I just popped back for a quick visit. We’re goin’ dress shoppin’ for the ball.”

“Wait, she’s your date?” Fern, who had their jaw dropped to the floor the moment the woman appeared, was now finally collecting themselves.

“Damn right!” Mammon darted his gaze toward Storm to ensure she was paying attention. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his him, earning a short glare from her. “Ain’t her body just bangin’? She’s probably the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen!”

Storm winced at the comment, continuing to pick at the food on her plate as Mammon continued boasting about the woman’s appearance, knowing it was a continued jab at her.

“Hey, Snow White.” Vivi gripped her silverware tightly in her fists, ready to punch him without a second thought. “Would you please do us all a favor and shut the fuck up.”

“How did you manage to find a girl who will tolerate you for more than 5 minutes?” Levi quipped.

“He must have somehow accidentally cast a spell on her that prevents her from having any critical thinking skills.” Satan snorted as he, Fern, Belphie, and Levi burst into a fit of laughter.

“Or more likely than that, he paid her.” Asmo rolled his eyes before gesturing to Ché. “C’mon sweetie, do you really wanna stoop this low?”

“Oi! That’s enough!” Mammon yelled, his face burning red with embarrassment and anger. “We’re leaving. C’mon Ché.”

Just as quickly as they made their entrance they spun around and quickly paced out the door. Storm breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the front door slam, feeling the burn of cigarette smoke in her throat as she tried to regulate her anxiety. Malice whined quietly with his head resting on her lap under the table.

Beel watched Storm closely as she shifted next to him, noticing the change in her affect and the way Mammon continuously seemed to ensure she was paying attention to what he was doing. The realization that he was the cause of her low mood over the past few days came to his mind. He quickly had to stifle his anger at the thought that Mammon was purposefully trying to hurt her, only to make himself feel better. Beel reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. Storm glanced up at him, the sadness in her eyes making his heart squeeze in his chest. He made a mental note to get Mammon back for hurting her feelings later.

Dinner was finished with lively chatter from everyone, spare Storm, Beelzebub, and Lucifer, who sat in silence. After dinner, Storm made a point to head to the music room to be alone, despite requests from the others to join them for video games in the living room. She even dodged Beel’s questions on if she was okay before he was able to corner her.

Once she had the door closed and had collapsed onto the piano bench, she finally let herself cry. She let her fingers dance across the keys, playing a somber melody to make herself feel somewhat better about everything that had just transpired. Why Mammon was continuing to twist the knife in the wound he created she didn’t know, and she also didn’t know why she let his words hurt her so much. After all, she had gotten over her feelings for him some time ago- so his opinion on her desirability for dating shouldn’t matter...right?

Storm was so lost in thought that she had barely heard the door to the music room close. She nearly jumped out of her seat as she whirled around nearly falling off the bench with the action. Before her stood Lucifer, who’s eyes trailed over her form. She quickly wiped her eyes from the stained tears as he assessed her current state, making a mental note of her vulnerable state.

Lucifer smiled, sitting next to her on the bench and imitating the last keys she had pressed. “That melody was lovely. What was it?”

“Oh...uh...” Storm cleared her throat, trying to stop her voice from shaking. “It was Globus.”

“I’d like to hear more.” He pressed a few more keys, pausing after she didn’t reply right away.

She shrugged, biting her lip. “I dunno, I’m not as good at it as you are.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Of course you’re not. I’ve had hundreds of years to learn and perfect it. You’ve had a mere 27.”

Storm gave a weak smile, tracing the gap between the keys with her finger. “I guess so...”

Lucifer smiled warmly and played some more notes, nudging her arm gently as he did. He eyed her from the corner of his vision, watching her tension fade slightly as she straightened and joined his movements on the piano. He let her take the lead, following her movements as her fingers danced gently across the keys. Lucifer sighed happily, enjoying the quality time he was able to have with her. They played for a bit longer, letting the music slowly fade away until they were sitting in silence.

“Lucifer..?” Storm murmured after a moment, nervously picking at the skin on her arm.

Lucifer placed a hand over hers to stop the picking. “Yes?”

She sighed. “Who was that woman that Mammon brought over? You seemed like you knew her.”

Lucifer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “ Chémak. She’s a greed demon who hangs out at the Casino Mammon frequents and schmoozes on all the high rollers.”

“So...like a sugar baby?”

“I prefer the term gold digger, but something like that, yeah.” He sighed. “Mammon has had run ins with her before. The last time he hung around her they stole a ton of credit cards and made an unbelievably large amount of purchases with it. Despite the fact that she was the one who clearly benefitted from it the most, Mammon ended up taking the fall for it. I had to post his bail after he landed in the city dungeons. You wouldn’t believe how high they set his bail at.”

Storm nodded along as he spoke, trying to get a feel for what Mammon’s intentions were with toting her around.

“She’s also stolen precious artifacts from Diavolo’s castle at his parties, which for good reason she is now banned from. Most demons from around here know to stay away from her, but she still manages to sink her claws into a few who don’t know better.” Lucifer shook his head, fed up and annoyed with the fact that she had been brought into his home. “Clearly Mammon hasn’t learned his lesson. He obviously has some sort of agenda, otherwise he wouldn’t have reached out to her- or rather, made me aware of the fact that he had.”

“Agenda?” Storm placed the key cover down, resting her elbow on top of it. “What do you mean?”

Lucifer scoffed. “I would have expected you of all people to know given that it involves you.”

Storm blinked rapidly. “W-what?”

He glanced at her briefly, studying her reaction. After a moment he rested his eyes, letting out another sigh. “Storm, he’s very obviously trying to rile you up in some way. I’m not sure why he would want to do that though.”

She gave a half shrug in response. “...I think it’s because I said no when he asked me to the ball.”

“Oh?” Lucifer’s attention perked up and he began studying her once more. “Is that so?”

Storm nodded sadly. “Yeah...The few times he’s talked to me since then have not been very...well...nice.”

“Meaning...?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow curiously as he noticed her body tense once more. If Mammon had done something to hurt her, he sure as hell wanted to know.

“He...” She paused, trying to think over her words. She wasn’t sure how to bring up her insecurity with him, let alone how deep it hit her. While Lucifer knew a lot about her past and her struggles with her mental health, she had yet to share the fullest extent of her self-loathing. Thinking better of it, she shook her head. “N-nevermind. It’s not important.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted quickly by Storm suddenly standing up from the bench.

“I think I’m going to bed. It was nice sitting with you though.” Before she could rush out of the room, Lucifer quickly snatched up her wrist.

“Hold on.” He stood, taking note of the fact that she was clearly very hurt by whatever it was that Mammon had said or done. “We should practice our scene together before turning in for the night, yes?”

She sighed. Storm wanted to just be alone, but she knew that they did need to practice their scene together. “Yeah...I suppose so.”

Lucifer nodded, standing and brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt.

Storm took a deep breath, trying her best to get into character. "I remember the first day I met you...almost like it was yesterday."

"I remember too." Lucifer grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. "It really is hard to believe what we've gone through since then."

"The way you fixed your eyes on me...that noble yet sincere gaze." She stepped closer, trying her best to regulate her heartbeat as she stared into his hypnotic eyes. She moved her hand from his, placing it just above his heart. "There was no way to deny it- I fell for you, body and soul."

Lucifer smiled, his voice nearly a whisper. "You really do know your lines perfectly."

Storm raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to say his line back.

He took a breath, dramatically grabbing her hand and tering it away from his chest. "Stop...tempt me no further. I feel I am losing control of myself- that I won't be able to hold back any longer if we continue."

Storm took a deep breath as he slowly leaned down to her lips, pausing just centimeters away.

"Uh...Lucifer..." She struggled to catch her breath with his lips this close to hers. Perhaps waiting for him to ask her was the wrong approach. "About tomorrow night-"

"Mhm. You're right. We should save the kiss, to make it more genuine." He smiled at her, but there was a glint of mischief behind his eyes. "Get some rest now, you will need it."

Storm felt her heart sink slightly. "Um...yeah, I will. Goodnight."

Lucifer studied her as she somberly exited the music room, listening to her footsteps fade into the background. After she was surely out of earshot, he made his way out of the music room, and made a B-line toward Mammon's room to await for his return home. They were certainly going to be having a long conversation about what he had done to make Storm so upset.

#5 sides of human #obey me mc: Storm #obey me mc: Sarah #obey me mc: Fern #obey me mc: Vivi #Obey me mc: Heart #obey me!#om!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me: shall we date?#obey me #om! swd #obey me mc #obey me oc #my mc

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dimpledlianfang · 2 years

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The Huli jing

(Sadly the juniors weren't there because they went night hunting)

Yangyang laoshi.

*Everyone crowding over, petting something.*

Nhs: Ah he's so cute!

Mxy: Baby.

Lxc: Want a loquat?

Sms: Get that Lan fruit away from him!

Xue yang: hi simps!

Gosh. Now what are they up to now.

I can't leave them alone, can I?

Correction. I never should have left them alone with Jiggy.

Mingjue: lol he's now the class pet. But the question is, does he have rabies?

Xichen: Dage, it's A-Yao we're talking about.

Su she: have some respect!

Xue yang: what?!!

Ohhhhhhhhh. You found foxyao.

Yao: *lying, blanketed, in lan xichen's arms* oh hey Chengmei.

Xue yang: why have you turned my class into a simp club

Mo xuanyu: it was always a simp club.

Xue yang: you're right.

Nhs: isn't he cute?

Yao: can someone groom my fluff?

Xue yang: *laughing* Jiggy! You pampered little diva!

Lan xichen: *crying in cuteness* his FLUFF? I'm gonna die.

Su she: a.k.a his tail. Now do it for him.

Lan xichen: it would be an honour.

Xue yang: Daozhang give me the strength. To put up with these simps.

Yao: I want Dage to groom my tail first. Then er ge.

Mingjue: why?!!

Yao: because I know you want to.

Mingjue: WHAT?! Who told you that?!

Lan xichen: whatever you want. I'll wait.

Mo xuanyu: can I hold him?

Lan xichen: sure. Hold him gently. And support his body.

Mo xuanyu: yea I got this.

Lan xichen: then give him to Dage.

Mo xuanyu: yea.

Awww foxyao gege is the cutest.

Yao: oh thank you, A-Yu.

Xichen: A-Yao, how did you turn into a huli jing?

Yao: I was messing around with some rituals. Now I can transform as I please. And I'm loving it!

Mo xuanyu: here you go dage.

Mingjue: *rolls eyes*

Huaisang: be careful with him, Dage.

Mingjue: I won't drop him, Huaisang! Relax!

Su she: now hurry up. I have to put him to sleep.

Xue yang: Yaoyao, you even have a schedule for everyone?! Lol!!

Am I on the list?

Yao: yea. You can groom me, once I fire dage.

Mingjue: do you think that I wanted to do this?!!!

Yao: yes, yes you do, Dage.

Fine Chengmei, since that Dage is being jealous again. You can give me a manicure.

Xue yang: of course Jiggy! But why would a fox need a manicure?

Yao: ufff....Chengmei. my claws do grow out. So it must be properly taken care of.

Xue yang: *nods* LOL

Enough explaining. I'll do your manicure.

Mingjue: *holding little foxyao on his lap and brushing his tail.* you know this is kinda cute.

Xue yang: *grumbling* Jiggy wants a manicure.

He's really adorable, but he wants a manicure.

Xichen: awwww.

Huaisang: San ge!!!

Hey San ge, please don't fire Dage. He has a sect to feed.

Mingjue: I'm not getting paid to do this!!

Yao: of course you are.

Su she: Zongzhu runs the harem.

Yao: can someone get that itch behind my ear?

Xichen: got it!

Su she: back off!!

Xichen: he would want me to do it! A real Lan!

Su she: I'll rip your hair off!

Xue yang: yea rip off his weave!

Yao: Minshan.

Su she: yea. I'll scratch it for you.

Yao: such a darling.

Er ge, can I have those loquats?

Xichen: of course.

Xue yang: so what are you going to do, nie twink?

Huaisang: I take him on walks.

Yao: but I rather er ge. I sense negativity around Huaisang.

Huaisang: San ge!

Yao: did I lie?! *grins*

Mo xuanyu: I would appreciate that you keep your negative energy to yourself. It's bad for Yao gege. And especially when he's a tiny little fox.

Xichen: a tiny helpless little fox.

Su she: a tiny helpless little fox with dimples!

Huaisang: what negative thing did I do?!! San ge is the negative one!!! He bit me and my fan!

Yao: because you taste like loquats.

If you don't want me to bite you, then stop tasting like it.

Xue yang: lol why do you taste like loquats?!

Huaisang: sometimes I meet with er ge. And....bribe him to break up with San ge. And he smells like loquats most of the time.

Xue: *wheezing* LAN LIPS SMELLS LIKE LOQUATS!!

And ice face smells like sandlewood!!!

Su she: can you buy a sweeter smelling perfume. *disgusted* that don't smell like bush.

Xichen: hey, the scent just stuck on me!

Xue yang: why do you want Jiggy to break up with Lan lips, you little sneak!

Huaisang: I don't really know actually. I just thought that it would be fun.

Yao: and you're wondering why I'm using your fan as a chew toy.

Huaisang: noooo, san ge, how dare you!

Mo xuanyu: that's so genius, Yao gege!

Su she: awww.

Xichen: he loves to chew on fans. Because he's sophisticated just like that.

Xue yang: Huaisang, get to the back of the class.

Huaisang: *pouting*

Su she: take your negativity with you!

Huaisang: Dage!

Mingjue: I can't come. I'm holding foxyao.

Huaisang: *sobbing* how could you!!

He casted his spell on you too!!

Xue yang: that's how the simp club works. Jiggy just have to breathe for the simps to start their simping.

@verycatbluebird

#jin foxyao #foxyao #jin guangyao #mdzs #dimpledlianfang #meng yao #simps #mdzs au #the untamed

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Gimme More

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP ninja and puppy), implied Ari Levinson x Ransom Drysdale and Ari x Ransom x reader

Words: ~1k

Summary: Ari and Ransom have a surprise for you.

Warnings: explicit language, sex work, alcohol consumption, good natured teasing, future sexy times implied, Ransom is lil bit of a sex goddess (that’s right, goddess), 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Quick, dirty, fun, and sweet, I love these three together so much, and they’re gonna get even better once we add cubby to the mix!!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

“No, Ari!” You tried to dig your feet in when Ari started dragging you towards the stage, but it was useless, the man was a beast. “I’m already getting dirty looks, I don’t think all these men are gonna appreciate me hogging prime real estate in front of the dancers. I’m pretty sure they already think I’m your hag.”

“Gorgeous, who fucking cares?” He grinned and kissed your forehead when he shoved you into the seat, sinking next to you and throwing a massive arm around your shoulders. “We’re celebrating your engagement, just relax and have a good time.”

“Yeah, my engagement, so why the fuck are we at a gay strip club?” You scrunched up your nose and scowled when he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple, his eyes drifting to the dancer who was grinding into the stage in front of you and tucked some bills into his g-string with a wink while you rolled your eyes. “And where is my fiancé? He disappeared a half hour ago, how are we supposed to be celebrating when he’s not even here?”

“Don’t worry so much.” Ari kept eye fucking the stripper while his hand trailed over your arm, winking at the twink when he giggled and collected his money from the stage before running off. “You’re gonna ruin your surprise.”

You were about to jump all over that hint when the DJ announcing the next dancer interrupted you.

“Alright, hope y’all are ready for a throwback, because we’ve got a doozy for you. Please welcome to the stage, for one night only, Gemini!”

“Ha, that was Ran’s…” you froze when you saw the dancer that was strutting onto the stage in nothing but a rhinestone studded body stocking and what you were hoping was a flesh colored thong, the way his hips were swaying making your mouth water. “Holy shit!”

Ari cackled and snatched your hand when you smacked his chest, kissing your palm while you gaped at Ransom draping himself over the pole in a lewd pose while he winked at you. You squealed when a slow cover of Toxic came over the speakers and he started rolling his body to the music, leaning forward with a dopey grin on your face when he slinked around the pole and swayed lasciviously.

God, you were mesmerized by him. You knew he could dance, hell, he’d given you enough lap dance by this point it was practically tradition for you Saturday nights. But watching him climb that pole and twirl around it and arch his whole body in those beautiful lines? You were fighting the urge to climb on the stage and lick him all over.

And his floor work, he moved like a fucking sex god, like he was made to take cock and eat pussy and anyone who thought different was a fucking moron. You audibly moaned when he sprawled himself across the stage right in front of you and arched his whole body so fucking beautifully you almost reached out to yank him towards you, barely even registering that all the men around the stage were literally throwing money at your fiancé while Ari just grinned and slapped a pile of cash on the stage.

“Hey baby.” He rolled onto his stomach and grinned at you, raising himself up on his knees and rolling his body slowly while your eyes raked over him. “How do you like your surprise?”

“It’s real good… shit.” You hissed when he bent forward and pressed his upper body to the stage and wiggled his ass in the air, like a fucking cat. “Baby, I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

“I know, baby, love surprising you.” He leaned forward and brushed his nose over yours with a low purr, ignoring the groans from the rest of the patrons at the public display of affection to give you a peck on the lips.

“All of you shut up, they’re engaged!” The dj scolded the men who were grumbling about you with an indulgent grin, winking at Ransom when the music died out and he started to collect his tips. “And we all love her, we just tolerate your asses, so be nice to them, and thank you for contributing to their honeymoon fund!”

“If we have to watch him kiss someone, we’d rather it be the bear!” You didn’t see who said it, but it sounded like someone you could be friends with.

Ransom just shrugged and grabbed Ari by his hair, yanking him towards him and giving him an extremely filthy kiss that had you laughing exuberantly. That got some cheers, Ran turning to beam at the crowd before he was hopping off the stage with his tips and running a hand over your neck.

“I’m gonna go change, babe.” He gave you a small yelp when you smacked his ass. “Then the guys want to do one more round of shots with you, and then we can go home and give you the rest of your present.”

“First off, don’t you dare fucking change, are you kidding me Ran?” You snapped one of the straps of his stocking against his hip and groaned at the sound it made. “Yes to shots, and what’s the rest of my present?”

“Fine, I’ll leave on the outfit, but I’m taking these heels off, I haven’t worn spikes in too long and my feet are dying.” He shook his head when you gave him a sullen pout. “And the rest of your present may or may not involve watching a certain video me and the bear took when you had to go to that conference last month.”

“Shit, you actually did it?!” You moaned at the thought of what could possibly be on that video, watching Ransom’s ass as he walked away and biting your lip with an appreciative hum. “Hey, Ar, how hard would it be to install a pole in the white room?”

#natalie writes #no love like your love au #ninja and puppy #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #ransom drysdale au #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom x you #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ari levinson x ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans #chris evans characters #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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cherryblossomsno1fan · 3 years

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part 2 of bsd characters except it's conversations/things me and my friends have said

Chuuya: piss on the principal and say "transphobe" and leave

Fyodor: I heard piss

Dazai: oh. my. god.

Dazai: THIS SERVER ISTG

Fyodor: HELP HAGAHAHHEJSS

Chuuya: HELEPPAFGKOHJ

Dazai: HOW ARE WE ALL OBSESSED WITH PISS

Dazai: FUCK IT. WAR CRIMINALS HAS A PISS KINK.

Fyodor: We are obsessed with piss or making fun kf it

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Dazai: Make it a soliloquy for when its a rainy day and i want to feel like a badass widower, and then you can cum

Chuuya: hey what the fuck?? its two am

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Margaret: my humor is dry but my pussy is wet

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Chuuya: At least I haven’t been called twink here, my old friend used to call me that constantly. Not a bad thing but

Higuchi: isnt a twink something for gay men

Akutagawa: Twink is a weak ass bottom

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Ranpo: fan behavior

Yosano: growls

Kunikida: not the fan behavior-

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Dazai: KUNIKIDA WHY WOULD YOU FUCK ME OVER LIKE THIS

Chuuya: heh bottom

Dazai: we both know perfectly well it's not like that.

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Atsushi: DID YOU JUST CALL ME A TWINK

Akutagawa: are you deaf aside from a coward?

Atsushi: NO PLEAH DID YOU ACTUALLY CALL ME A TWINK

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Hawthorne: i have to shit so fucking badly but i’m in church

Mark: shit on the pastor

Margaret: IM CRYONG HELPS

Lucy: burn the church.

Steinbeck: arson😩😩😩

Hawthorne: i think i might literally shit my pants

Lucy: burn the church

Steinbeck: burn the church

Hawthorne: it’s like squeezing out my ass hole

Mark: poo on the pastor

Poe: run to the bathroom in all seriousness

Margaret: IM CRYONGE

Hawthorne: i cant their praying rn

Hawthorne: so i can’t really run

Mark: waddle

Margaret: tears will start running out of my eye sockets if you shit yer pants

Lucy: say “UwU pastor sama i have to take a poopoo, please let me go shitty witty in the toilet, I’ll pray to sky daddy tonight nya”

Poe: NO

Mark: NYA?????

Steinbeck: IDEK WHAT TO SAY

Louisa: WHAT IS HAPPENING

Margaret: thats it here comes the tears

Poe: MARGARET'S ACTUALLY CRYING HELP

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Gin: HC my wifi has a praise kink

Gin: “Such good wifi” Works better

Akutagawa: i have a praise kink

Gin: wha

Akutagawa: i also have a degradation kink

Gin: same

Akutagawa: idk how that works but

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Margaret: I’m gonna ride Jesus like the wind

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Dazai probably: it's cunnilingus but for buttholes

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Kunikida to the ADA talking about someone (for the scenario let's say it's Fyodor):holy shit he is the single most annoying person ever AND IVE MET YOU GUYS

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Kyouka: fuck you and your privileged shoes!

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Kenji: the square is the sandwich.

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Dazai, texting Kunikida: my ass is made out of armadillos.

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Kunikida: no i'm not gonna write a box of condoms.

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Q: you made my teeth wiggle! bitch!

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Yosano: silence twinkymalinky

Ranpo: WHAT'S WITH THE TWINK RELATED INSULTS

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Dazai: What are you doing step bro

Chuuya: help me get out of this fucking washing machine dazai or so god help me i'm telling mom what a slut you are

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Chuuya: bitch person

Q: bitch person

Chuuya: yes i can't call you bitchboy you're nonbinary

Q: PLS

Dazai: bitch enby?

Chuuya: no, bitch person

Mori: Bitch human

Kouyou: that would be assuming Q is human

Q: im not sure at this point

Dazai: Bitch god

Chuuya: bitch being

Mori: yeah

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Atsushi: I hate it here.

Akutagawa: good.

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Nikolai, as a joke: list of Fyodor's kinks - tear kink - piss kink - scat kink - mold kink - dirty water kink - electricity kink - mommy kink - cockroach toilet flushing kink - marking kink - horse kink - hussie kink

Sigma: jesus christ

Sigma: COCKROACH TOILET FLUSHING KINK?????????

Dazai: sounds about right

Sigma: IDEK WHAT THAT IS

Fyodor: IHY

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Chuuya: i'd step on someone if they steal from me

Elise: no spray febreeze in their eyes

Gin: no you gotta K.O them

Higuchi: i dont like confrontation but i dont mind having to use violence

Hirotsu: im pretty sure the devil is scared of you

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Ranpo: genuinely think that the one lyric in the song up by cardi b is "i said my face bomb ass tight rack stuck and shat light" bc i haven't looked up the actual lyrics and at this point i don't think that looking them up will stop me from continuing to sing these lyrics.

Yosano: you.

Yosano: ok

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Lucy: ok 2013 humor i didnt ask for your input

Atsushi: what else am i supposed to say?? good for you?? break a leg?? don't die?? what the fuck

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Ranpo: we ate ,,, lamp

Ranpo: *lamb

Poe: l

Poe: lanp

Ranpo: ??

Poe: lap

Ranpo: lamnpl

Ranpo: we ate goat

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Tetchou: psst

Jouno: Oh no

Tetchou: gay

Jouno: What about it

Tetchou: nothing just gay

Jouno: Stares

Jouno: Same

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Tachihara: i have never had boba

Tachihara: it looks funky

Gin: It tastes amazing

Tachihara: do you like swallow the balls or bite them

Gin: Either way

Tachihara: shit that sounds weird out of context

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Yosano: it's wonky! it is- it's fucking wonky! none of this is straight and i can relate to that!

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Louisa: my only experience with boba was when i once went into a boba shop and ordered,,, coffee

Poe: You

Poe: What

Louisa: yeah,,,

Poe: WHY COFFEE

Louisa: ok so kind of a long story

Louisa: i was in a coffee shop before but i accidentally ordered a drink that wasn't coffee but i wasn't gonna ask my friends to go back to the coffee place to get coffee and they wanted to go get boba so i saw there that they also had coffee and i was like "Oh i'm gonna get that"

Louisa: it tasted like black tea with milk

Louisa: not coffee

Louisa: so it was an absolute scam

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satoruseme · 3 years

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boyfriend oikawa

Author: frogfits

Pairing: oikawa toru x reader

Genre: bf!oikawa, hc

Word Count: 0.7k

Description: this is all over the place but basically this is what it’d be like dating oikawa

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

lord have mercy

“baby do i look pretty today” every mf second

but surprised when you tell him that he, of course, is so pretty and you get a

“not as pretty as you baby” with a temple kiss before he walks away

are you ready to swoon all the time ? well get ready

hows this mf gonna have a praise kink and a degradation kink at the same time

i hope you’re ready to be a bitch if you wanna be w oikawa

… did you forget the fan girls ?

sometimes you would get sad and insecure over them, but.. this boy is a cancer c’mon

he would hold you in his lap and wrap his arms around you and tell you that you were the prettiest person hes ever seen

communication would be on PAR

would definitely be the relationship that has healthy space, alone time occasionally playing an important role

will always dedicate his serves to you bc thats his serving quirk (is what he says anyway)

definitely kisses you on the lips before every game for good luck

he fucks really hard, like almost too aggressively

dont get it twisted though, biggest switch ever, like ever

loves to call you his pretty little slut but also wants to hear good boy all the time

forces you to be aoba johsai manager bc he wants you to stand out and not blend in with fans on the sideline so he can see you at all times

makes you wear his extra jersey to games bc he wants E V E R Y O N E to know you are his and that he is yours

also wants you to ride him in his jersey as often as possible

dirty talk is his THING and he is so loud

…like sometimes too loud

probably does it on purpose bc he wants you to put your hand over his mouth and tell him to behave and be a good boy

always wants you to run your fingers through his hair while he has his head in your lap

says embarrasing shit like “my jersey says 1 for a reason baby, bc im #1 in your heart”

recieves a back of the head slap for that one

he definitely wants to bake cookies at 2 am and dance around the kitchen to good old fashioned lover boy

admires you as you dance around singing the song to him in one of his t shirts

this boy will fall in love w you all over again every single day

BUT YOU WILL DO THE SAME ASF JUST LOOK AT HIM

picture him in the mornings with plaid pajama pants and his glasses and messy hair NO

the first time you see him cry after a bad match will literally shatter your heart

always wants to hold your hand, especially in public

your favorite thing is to lay on top of him with your head against his chest

you can just hear his heartbeat and not to mention he smells SO good at ALL times

why does this dude always wanna watch musicals?

i know this boy has PIPES like he can SING

and sing he will, bc you would always beg him to sing for you and he would bc ofc he loves the praise that comes from it

iwa is around quite a bit, but y’all pick on oikawa constantly so it’s fine

you and iwa are def bffs

see who can come up with the best mutation of oikawas name

(iwa is currently in the lead for coming up with twink-kawa)

i just know oikawas rich ass family has a beach house

he would always talk you into sneaking off during weekends or whenever to go there

brings half of aoba johsai and no not bc hes scared to be alone

“kyoutani can protect us from any intruders bc hes scary

“b-b-b-beach volleyball ?

anyway YEAH OIKAWA PLS FUCKING DATE ME NOW OR ILL DIE

masterlist

#oikawa x y/n #oikawa fic #oikawa smut #oikawa icons #oikawa tooru #oikawa hcs #oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima #tsuki #bokuto #bokuto hcs

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unpretty · 3 years

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astielle ch 28 spoiler ask dump~~

anonymous asked:

Tauril-form is puberty, because that's when his voice changes. Abysscale-form is college-age because that's when he goes to his first orgy.

anonymous asked:

You called Abysscale-form college-age (which does not preclude teenage sexscapades given the ages that go to college) and that tracks with how I think of Tauril-form as going through puberty (because of the voice-change). But if Tauril is the horny teenager that's kind of sad. Because as Minnow has pointed out many times That Dick Will Kill.

not each other, it won't!! although i imagine taurils sleeping with each other would have the bro-iest vibe. very bill and ted. taurils also have Options with people who aren't giant bull centaurs, it's just awkward is all. fortunately for everyone taurils are actually adults and are not full of hormones, they just have zero impulse control and when they like someone they want to impress them and spend time with them and it doesn't necessarily occur to them to get their dicks involved in the situation (karzarul's mind was elsewhere the first time he was a tauril)

anonymous asked:

When Violet said monsters make the best mercenaries and throw the best parties I didn't think about it, but the fact that all the impyrs came into being with swordsmanship skills equal to Lynette probably had something to do with the former. Even if ten isn't that many, THEY COME BACK. (Eventually. In, like, a month.) And the others probably learned from Lynette, even if they died. Lynette's unintentional teaching, back again.

they learned from the best murdering them repeatedly

anonymous asked:

When Ari is repopulating, and he skips Black Drakonis, he says "Makes sense." But he's surprised when Violet points out that Black Drakonis is missing, so it sounds like he at least had a theory/assumption at the time for why she was skipped, but it doesn't match with the new information.

he initially just assumed that black drakonis had managed to avoid being killed the whole time, which made sense because she's a big dragon and she can just fly away if someone is trying to murder her. but generally if a bigass monster is alive someone is going to see it, especially her, because she likes finding population centers to try to guard.

anonymous asked:

"It also occurred to him that trying to get Minnow to act like she lived in a society since they were young may have negatively impacted his sense of what constituted an acceptable thing to say to a person while his dick was out." Is just HILARIOUS.

anonymous asked:

Honestly I can relate to Leonas cause just last week I was like 'I keep falling asleep in class maybe I should develop a caffeine addiction' and one of my friends was like 'pls eat more food' so I started to actually have breakfast and an after work snack and I magically stopped falling asleep in class

anonymous asked:

Minnow's hips don't lie, but castle ruins are strangely deceptive.

everyone who wasn't following along when astielleblogging intersected with kink taxonomy hell is going to be so confused if/when minnow finally gets stuck somewhere

@9ofspades asked:

Ari is my favorite again and I want him to have actual eternity to be happy with his poly soulmate throuple together. And also his big monster family. Also I think he's wrong about what the core of the Heir and Hero are - both of them have, deep in the core of their souls, the fact that they are Monsterfuckers.

for the record i have a post in my drafts with all of your readalong asks and i still haven't decided what to do with them but i enjoyed them IMMENSELY

anonymous asked:

>looking for food >ask the cook if their food is earthy or wet >she doesn't understand >pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is earthy and what is wet >she laughs and says "it's good food sir" >buy some food >its wet

@ivylaughed asked:

I love the tumblr meme references in Astielle. The guards bringing their own knives; there being an infinite variety of brassica oleracea; the fucking chocolate guy. I'm half-waiting for a children's hospital/color theory reference. Thank you for the easter eggs.

i'm glad someone read 'chocolate birdhouse' and immediately thought THAT FUCKING CHOCOLATE GUY AGAIN ashjasd

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to say that as a plant nerd and forager I deeply appreciated Minnow's surprisingly accurate botany lesson.

unfortunately all the books that leonas gave minnow are still at her house and so she cannot cite sources for the existence of hemlock, queen anne's lace, and giant hogweed

anonymous asked:

“I think you overestimate people’s willingness to admit when things don’t make sense to them," lmao Minnow has a point

will the two men she is with learn from this and start admitting when they don't know things they think they should and are confused? absolutely not.

anonymous asked:

XD Ari hears "Kavid" and immediately attempts a strategic retreat.

anonymous asked:

“‘you should get dressed’ is a complete sentence.” Is making me laugh.

it's probably for the best because if he actually had known all three of them were out there it would have taken him like an hour to get ready and he would have had at least one breakdown about how none of his outfits were good enough and it was all nari's fault

anonymous asked:

Kavid: I will be happy to HAVE YOU ALL *lascivious eyebrow wiggle* at my earliest convenience.

anonymous asked:

"he gets smaller" "in this weather who doesn't?" KITTY PLZZZ

anonymous asked:

I can't decide whether I love or hate Kavid - I have a very Specific idea in mind for his voice, though I admittedly can't figure out where I'm pulling it from. He is an Excellent character though. Lovely chapter as always :D

anonymous asked:

Before, I was entertained by Kavid. Now I love him.

anonymous asked:

Kitty, Kraven and Kavid have similar speech patterns on purpose, right??? Right?????

i was honestly imagining some kind of nonsense faux-european what-country-is-this-even-from hollywood accent but imagining that he has sounded extremely russian this whole time is extremely funny

@rose-and-bones asked:

SHE HAS A TYPE aghfgstjs

minnow having a thing for obnoxiously pretty men who think they're great aka self-recognition through the other (horny)

@speakingintothevoid asked:

“You are,” Leonas said, “an egotistical, self-important fop.” “Ye-e-es,” Kavid said without shame. “She has a type, does Starlight.” I! LOVE!! IT!!! Makes me almost think of Violet and Karzarul - our point of view character being faced with a version of themselves who are more comfortable in their own skin and our boys not knowing why that annoys them

@keleviel asked:

I rescind my earlier mild disdain, Kavid is great. Is he actually The Greatest Of Bards, or is that just more showmanship?

he rocks about as hard as you can rock on a lyre, which is probably harder than you'd think (especially if you brought a lot of drummers) (which he does)

anonymous asked:

Jakshahshsh every time a new astielle chapter comes out i read it at least twice. Kavid i love you. Leonas i love you also you fucked up lil man. And karzarul the seat. And minnow the mischievous. and just. poor nari. existing in the same world as minnow and her all-powerful boyfriends and also kavid. nari needs a raise

she really does

anonymous asked:

Bruce in Office Meeting and Leonas grabbing the wine when Kavid starts talking about Imperials solidarity.

anonymous asked:

"You would like to compare notes?""Always." Brilliant. Leonas to a t. Loving this interlude with kavid. Snuggly tipsy leonas is a treat. kavids talk of how the weather makes all of us smaller had me cackling. Also this batshit imperial conspiracy is gr8

anonymous asked:

I am suddenly much less comfortable about Leonas performing medical experiments on Minnow, though no fault of his own. :(

@mooseman13579 asked:

Leonas finding out about the weird sun empire truther stuff: haha I'm in danger

the real unanswered question is how much of this is news and how much of it is stuff he already knew and assumed was normal

@thegayknee asked:

Holy shit this is it, isnt it. This is how they fix karzarul's reputation and expose Leland. With the power of Kavid

anonymous asked:

Karzarul's Questlog: "Work on our Image" updated, The Tale of Hollow Monsters delivered to bard.

anonymous asked:

just how many of her lovers is minnow going to recruit into her questing party

she should probably be swapping people out to keep their levels consistent but instead she just keeps karzarul and leonas as her companions for every single quest

@flying-butter asked:

"Details! I need details!" "The king sucks." This is every conversation with any of the trio. Minnow likely knows how to complete half of Ari's quests and Leonas the other half, but no one talks about anything without prompting.

minnow just assumes that everyone knows what she knows because she can't possibly be the brains of the operation and meanwhile karzarul and leonas are both busy having shame

anonymous asked:

i was so excited for the lore drop but the moment Leonas sat in Karzarul's lap my brain just shut off

@themaidenisdeath asked:

oh yes, as we all know, "all business" and "taciturn" are the first words that come to mind when we think of Minnow. It reminded me of when she met Karzarul and he told her she was particularly chatty for hero. Sorry Kavid, you're just neither a Sweet, Considerate Monster with a Dick of Steel And Tentacles To Match™ nor a Twink Prince With Silky Hair, Dom Tendencies And Weird Dietary Beliefs™

@halfdeadfriedrice asked:

"what Hero business?" / "I'm the Hero. All my business is Hero business." You tell em Minnow! And then it turns out to be Quest relevant after all; all business is Hero business Also kavid's last night's makeup and messy convertible couch covered in laundry with half-empty wine bottles on the floor is THEE most visually resonant, I feel like I am visiting a college friend

leonas got very lucky that there weren't any cigarette butts floating in that wine because in his mood he might have just drank it anyway

#original #astielleblogging #writeblogging #astielle spoilers

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floating-in-limbo · 3 years

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Sometimes the Best People Attract the Worst

You sit on the edge of your bed, legs dangling on the side as your head hangs low. Your phone illuminates your face in the dark room. The screen shows the messages of your now ex breaking up with you.

"He fell out of love," you whisper to yourself; your is voice barely above a whisper but oh so loud in your now aching heart. You feel something wet drop onto your thigh, then another and another. Soon, tears won't stop streaming down your cheeks.

"What got you in this state, spitfire?" The nickname causes you to rip your eyes away from the screen and find Ajax standing in your doorway. The two of you are what some consider a disaster duo of best friends. With Ajax's lust to grow stronger and your not-so-subtle encouragement of his antics.

"He broke up with me..." Your body shakes as you speak, your heart trying to beat out of your chest. You pick up your phone from your lap and hand it to your best friend. Ajax grabs the phone and begins to read the conversation, his frown growing bigger and bigger with each message.

"What a piece of shit! What kind of fucking person takes everything from you like that? (Y/N), I'm-" Ajax stops when he notices you shaking even harder and holding your body close to you.

"Am I not good enough? I thought we were happy and he just tells me he feels nothing anymore? He takes everything from me and throws me away like I'm trash. Why? Why why why why why!" You scream in your shared apartment with the ginger haired man.

His eyes soften as he walks towards you, sitting next to you on the bed. Peering up at him exposes your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. "Sometimes the best people attract the worst back. It's not fair, but you are NOT the problem, you hear me? I'll fight him the next time we cross him."

A small but sad chuckle leaves your lips. He wraps his lean yet strong arms around you. "If you wanna cry, do it. I'm here and we can drink the night away if you wanna do that too."

"Thanks, Ajax. Love you, ya stupid twink."

"Hey!"

#genshin impact #kyle talks #my writing #genshin x you #genshin #genshin x reader #childe x reader #comfort fic #reader x childe #childe genshin impact #childe genshin x reader #childe #genshin ajax #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin fanfic #genshin reader insert #rtcttc

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mybigboots · 2 years

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Gimme Your Gear

If you're expecting a sexy, hot post, move along. This is real and this is not hot. The other day I was on Recon.com, where you can find me under the name CapeCodBootBoy. The people who know best know to me call me Boggy or "B". Out of nowhere, some cocky twink decided to contact me and say hello. I am not above conversation with strangers, and I will speak to anyone so long as they're respectful. In this case, though, the conversation boiled down to this: Him: Oh hiiiiiii. I'm SUCH a Leatherman, but I don't own a single piece of leather! Boggy: So go buy some. Him: But leather costs MONEY. Boggy: So save up. Him: But that sounds HARD! Can't you just send me some of YOURS??? Boggy: No. Him: You DON'T respect other members of this community!!! Boggy: Yes I do. Just not you. Let me say this once and only once, and loud for the people in the back, can ya hear me back there, boys? There is nothing more rude, more pandering, more selfish and definitely more whiny than demanding someone just give you their gear for no reason. Get your own. GET YOUR OWN. But what's that? You'll look cute in it? Wow, good for you. Go buy some. But you need it right this second? Sorry, your "emergency" doesn't impact me like it does you. But you don't have the cash right now? "Right now" are the operative words there, start saving up. You think most of our leathers just fell out of the leather tree and into our laps? We had to earn them, find them, buy them, work for them - I know a few guys who straight up MADE their own gear. You put in the work to get your gear, you don't just show up and demand people give it to you because you're hot. You'd be surprised how many people won't give you so much as a bootlace. I have actually given away gear before, I'll be honest. I have sold some in leather markets at events. I have also given it to friends, close friends, people I know and trust and are part of the community and I know deserve the gear or will look good in it, or need it. But not some internet stranger who demands it out of the blue.

The freakin' gall of this guy, the stones on him. I don't even know you, and you're demanding I hand over my hard-earned gear to you so you can do God Knows What in it? My gear is for ME to do God Knows What in, and every friggin' day, thank you. Get your own. But when I refused to just hand over my gear, I was hit with a bitchy line about how my reluctance to just give a stranger gear to start his own collection is proof that the leather community is dying. I, he said, am why the leather community is failing. Well Saints Alive! Stop the presses, hold everything! Apparently I, Boggy Fryer the Cape Cod Boot Boy, am singlehandedly responsible for destroying the sense of community in the gay leather kink scene across all of God's Green Earth. Put me in shackles and take me away, officer.

The. Fricking. BALLS. On. This. Guy.

Attempting to guilt someone into giving up their possessions? Who are you, Bev Keane? That's a Netflix reference, and a good one, so look it up, I'm on a roll here. Where does anyone get off being such a spoiled little pricksess that if they don't get gifts from a random stranger that they immediately act like their poppa took the keys to their pink convertible and sent them to their room without supper? No, man, YOU are the reason the community is failing. You are the reason that things are going belly up out there, because the younger generation that joins demands we just give everything to them, part the crowd and let them march to the front, and frankly don't deserve the spot. I was raised since 19 as a leather boy, and from that moment onwards fought for my spot in the local community, built my own Leather Family, and spent my time growing my collection. I know the value of our history, I work to preserve it and to share it. I know the value of gear, I work to care for it and embrace it.

The Leather Community will be strong and survive. So long as we don't let crying babies drop in and demand we, the surviving members of it, just hand over our spoils to the spoiled.

Do not demand anyone give you things for free. Do not call others out for ruining the community when you aren't a part of it. And do not, I repeat, DO NOT ever tell us that getting leather is impossible. We all found it. Now you have to do the same. This has been my TED Talk.

#gay leather #leather gear #leather community

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@canon-fcdder said:

❝ ....... Why did you say all that stuff? ❞ Yuga quietly asks, words barely hinting the air as he faces away from the door after glancing to see who had entered. He had expected an officer to take him away— there were still some details to be figured out before he and his parents could be escorted somewhere else —but apparently he has a bit more time to himself. Good. He'd rather not have to put that thing back on so quickly. Necessary as he knows it probably is until they can be sure, it's still— ... a bit scary, being unable to talk anymore. He's not certain why it freaks him out so much. Maybe because he still has so much to say. He just hadn't thought he'd get a chance. Ushered away to a separate room for the time being— giving him some time to stretch and get his mind right before being restrained again, for his own safety as well as the others —he had assumed he'd be alone. But Yuga doesn't openly question whether or not Iida is supposed to be here. He already is... and yet somehow, Yuga both wishes he wasn't and still dreads the moment when he won't be anymore. Hands fidgeting on his lap, shoulders hunch as he slumps down slightly in his chair, as if wishing it were big enough to hide him completely. Gaze downcast, he blinks rapidly to keep tears at bay, trying to will his shoulders to stop shaking... His entire body is shaking, actually. So it's no surprise when he can't stop his voice from doing the same— ❝ Wh-Why.... Why aren't you angry with me? Why d-don't you ha-ate me or... or why- .... ❞ Shutting his eyes, trembling body tenses as he exclaims in a louder voice; fear lacing his words rather than any form of anger, ❝ Why aren't you screaming at me? Or- Or acting like you want to hurt me? I deserve it! I betrayed you! I betrayed everyone! I'm a horrible, selfish, scumbag villain! I don't deserve to be around anyone here, let alone someone like YOU! ❞ Breathing heavily, teeth grit as he forces out the words, ❝ .... I don't.... deserve anything good from you... I- I never did..... ❞ ( Here's the twink! :D )

Iida hears Aoyama out, knowing that the best thing to do is to let him speak. After all, he’s probably still processing everything, and either way he’s clearly under a lot of stress. But when Aoyama starts to talk poorly of himself, Iida’s jaw tightens and he puts his hands firmly on his boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Aoyama. Listen to me. You are not to blame."

"I’m not one to point fingers, but even if I was, I would not be pointing at you. Your parents, the teachers, and All For One are the adults in this situation. They are the ones making decisions. You are a frightened child.

"I don’t say that to demean or belittle you. I am also a frightened child. But what you’ve been through is difficult, and terrifying, and in no way your fault."

He holds eye contact, determined to make sure Aoyama sees that he's speaking the truth.

"You’re not a villain for doing what you were told when you had no other choice. You’re certainly not a villain for protecting your parents. In fact, I would say I’m even more impressed with your bravery and strength now that I know what you’ve been dealing with.”

Iida takes a deep breath, surprised at how calm he’s managed to stay. It must be a survival instinct- like how mothers can lift cars off their children and a person can find and call a hero agency as they bleed out.

“I would be lying if I said I’m not upset. Of course I’m upset. I’m upset with the circumstances, with the actions you were forced into, with the adults in your life for not taking better care of you. I’m upset with myself for not noticing sooner, and for failing to comfort and support you in your time of need. I’m upset that you’re in danger, and that the rest of our class is in danger.

"But I’m not upset with you. You were doing what you had to to survive and to protect your family. That is not shameful. In any other circumstance, it would even be admirable.

"I am sure we can work through this together, my queen.”

It’s not a new nickname. The queen is the most important piece on a chess board, and Iida thinks it’s as good a way as any to signify Aoyama’s importance to him. He moves a hand to cup Aoyama’s cheek, gentle on the skin that had so recently been bound and covered, and kisses his forehead.

“No more secrets, alright? I promise to be the best I can for you, and to tell you everything. Can you do the same for me?”

#tenya iida // ic // quirk: engine #canon fcdder #starring canon fcdder as aoyama #bnha cw #long post cw #bnha spoilers

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luninosity · 3 years

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And - final @evanstanweek fic!

Prompt 7, “holidays,” this time...which, um...became International Talk Like A Pirate Day. And implied imminent sex, and piratical roleplay, and terrible, terrible jokes. And maybe something like a marriage proposal. 1,490 words, no warnings.

Read at AO3 here! Or here on tumblr below.

“Hey, Seb,” Chris says.

Sebastian, lazily settled against Chris’s chest and halfway through reading a script for a potential upcoming Shakespeare adaptation, looks up and says, “For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?”

Chris laughs, and retorts with, “I do love nothing in the world so well as you,” because Chris knows Much Ado About Nothing decently well, too. “Know what day it is?”

“Saturday?”

“Yeah, but also International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Scott just sent me like ten terrible pirate jokes. What does a pirate use his cellphone for?”

“Oh my god,” Sebastian says.

“Booty calls.”

“No.”

“Come on, that was awesome. All of these…arrrr.”

“I’ll divorce you,” Sebastian threatens, not seriously because he’s extremely comfortable right here in morning sunshine on the pillowy sofa with Chris at his back and Dodger draped over their feet.

“You like terrible puns,” Chris says, “I know you do,” and then, “wait, we’re not even married!”

“Exactly,” Sebastian retorts, with emphasis, and goes back to squabbling Shakespearean lovers.

“You’re thinking about us being married.” Chris points a finger at him. “You love me. And the terrible puns.”

“If you say anything about a Jolly Roger,” Sebastian says, “we’re not having sex for like a week.”

“Can I ask if you’re prepared to be boarded?”

Sebastian sighs, sits up, and kisses the love of his life, mostly because that’s always a good distraction. It works like a charm; Chris dives into kissing him and being kissed with every drop of enthusiasm that makes up that huge rainbow-hued exuberant heart.

Kind of unfortunately, Sebastian’s head also briefly pictures Chris in a pirate’s hat. With a parrot.

He resolutely ignores that image, and climbs into Chris’s lap, instead.

Around lunchtime, Chris asks what he feels like as far as food. Sebastian opens his mouth, and then Chris says, “If we were pirates we could get barr-beque,” and Sebastian throws a couch-pillow at him.

Chris apologizes for that one, though he’s laughing. Sebastian sighs.

They get pizza, in the end.

“Hey, Seb,” Chris says later, as they’re turning toward home, out with Dodger in the afternoon breeze, wandering around under trees like ruffled green dancers beneath a big blue sky.

“Don’t you dare,” Sebastian says, hand held securely in Chris’s.

“Why couldn’t the pirates play cards?”

“Because the captain was standing on the deck,” Sebastian says.

Chris’s whole face lights up. “You know that one?”

Sebastian narrows eyes at him. “It was the logical answer!”

“Why’re you anti-pirate?”

“I’m actually not,” Sebastian says. “I’m kind of pro-pirate. Plundering, specifically. Getting, um, pillaged behind that tree.”

“I love your ideas,” Chris agrees, and pushes him up against a friendly tree trunk and kisses him and gets hands all over him, pinning his wrists to tree-bark, sneaking under his shirt, pushing between Sebastian’s thighs, with Chris’s body large and hot and hard and adoring and pressed up against him. They make out in the woods until they’re both breathless and giddy and Sebastian’s about one caress away from coming in his pants, laughing, clinging to Chris, a leaf in his hair and mud on his boots, loving everything about his life.

Chris kind of gives up on the talk-like-a-pirate day jokes, after that. Possibly this is because Sebastian’s distractions via sex have worked, or possibly not; either way, Chris seems apologetic about it, and even makes dinner, one of his mom’s cozy classic pasta recipes. He also opens a new bottle of decently expensive red wine Sebastian hadn’t known they had, and grabs the space-themed wineglass, the one etched with tiny stars.

“I don’t mind your terrible pirate puns,” Sebastian says. Chris prefers beer, he knows.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t know.” Chris shrugs. “Just felt like being nice to you.”

“Why pirate day or whatever it is, again?”

Chris shrugs again. “Just kinda fun? Random?”

Sebastian considers Chris’s face, and the wineglass, and his own love. And then looks down at his toes, and tells Chris, “I’m wearing the wrong socks, then.”

“Huh?”

“Y’know, for the whole pirate thing. They should be, what…arrr-gyle?”

“Oh my god,” Chris says, “I love you, I fucking love you, Seb.”

“I might need more wine,” Sebastian says. “Especially if it’s from the…sand bar.” It’s the actual worst joke he’s ever made.

Chris starts laughing so hard he has to grab the counter, and also Sebastian’s shoulder.

Sebastian grins. Even his socks feel smug.

They’re too full after pasta to do much about pillaging, so they flop down on the sofa and watch a documentary about Mars for a while. Chris gets a fire going, and the wind purrs outside, and Dodger’s snoring in his bed, and it’s so domestic and so perfect that Sebastian’s eyes get a little prickly and his heart feels a little shaky. Sometimes he still can’t believe it: being here, being part of Chris’s life. Himself, Sebastian Stan. Loved so deeply and so well.

Because he loves Chris so damn much, he leans over to bite Chris’s shoulder. Chris grins and pets his hair, and even tugs slightly, because they both know how that dominance goes right to Sebastian’s head and stomach and happy cock; it does now, too, as usual.

“You want me to do something about that,” Chris beckons, “maybe take care of you a little, if you’re needing some attention, Seb?” and his voice turns all low and rumbly and commanding, and fuck yeah, but:

“One sec,” Sebastian announces, and hops up, and runs to their bedroom. He’s got a plan.

He doesn’t have a whole lot that he can work with as far as costumes, pirates not having been a feature of most of his random daydreams, but he’s come up with a few ideas. A loose open white shirt, skinny black pants, a scarf tied around his waist. Some eyeliner. Some of his older jewelry, chunky extravagant rings and necklaces. He grins at himself in the mirror: some sort of haphazard pirate-steampunk-twink grins right back.

He runs back out to the living room, where Chris is sitting up and being kind of puzzled, though that expression shifts the second Sebastian pops back in. Chris groans, “You’re just doing this to fuck with me, now, aren’t you…”

“I was kind of hoping you’d be doing the fucking,” Sebastian says helpfully. “You know. On board with that. You can, um, come bury your…treasure…right here.”

“Jesus,” Chris mutters, but he’s shaking his head, smiling, trying not to laugh. “Okay, okay, point made. Got it. Aye, captain. Or something.”

“You’re right,” Sebastian says. “This is fun. Come claim my booty. Your booty. However that works. I’m all yours anyway.” He is. Body, heart, soul: everything he’s got, everything he is. He’s Chris’s.

“I love you.” Chris gets up and comes over, hands settling on Sebastian’s shoulders, drawing him in close. “Where’d you find the scarf?”

“It’s an old one. I thought maybe you could tie me up with it. Bend me over the bed—the railing, the captain’s bunk, whatever—and have your way with me.”

“Are you the pirate, or am I?”

“Maybe I’m your captive,” Sebastian considers. “You know, the dashing daring pirate adventurer that you keep chasing, good upright naval officer that you are, and you’ve finally caught me.”

“And I’m about to do everything I can think of to you,” Chris jumps in. “Make you beg for mercy. Make you bend over for me, and spread those pretty legs. Make you take my cock, and like it.” His hand lifts Sebastian’s chin, fingers biting down: not too hard, and he’s grinning, eyes made of wicked loving conspiratorial blue. “That what you had in mind?”

“Totally,” Sebastian says. “I mean, aye. Yarr. Yo, ho, ho, and rum, and all that. I think I like your holiday. Um. Chris?”

“Yeah?” Chris’s thumb strokes his cheek, too gently for an angry naval officer. “Somethin’ you need, before I haul you off to my cabin?”

“What I said earlier,” Sebastian says, “about being married to you…about us getting married…I mean, this isn’t me asking, it’ll be way more perfect whenever that happens, don’t worry, but…I just wanted to say…yeah. I do think about that. I kind of think about that a lot. I want all the weird random holidays with you. Forever.”

Chris’s smile’s so wide and bright that it fills up the world, every fantasy and every holiday all rolled into one expression. His hand’s still cupping Sebastian’s face; the other comes to rest on Sebastian’s hip, over the scarf, with something like reverence. He says, “Guess what, Seb.”

“Something about pirates and being a good…mate?”

“Well, yeah, obviously that. My mate.” Chris leans in to kiss him; Sebastian’s entire body thrills to the claiming. “But also…we’ve been pretty much thinking the same things, about that. If you were wondering. I want all the weird random holidays and terrible puns and fucking perfect pirate role-play, forever, with you.”

#evanstan #evanstan week #evanstan week 2021 #my fic #holidays #talk like a pirate day #proposals #these boys

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Incensed (Bo Sinclair x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: Bo is having a shit morning and you’re not making it any better. When some tourist wander in his irritation spikes exponentially. Why the fuck would you think flirting with one of them would be ok?

Warnings: Bo being an irate ass, Possible offensive language, Punishment, Degradation, Spanking, Dirty talk

A/N: Ok, not my typical content, but its House of Wax day and I’m thirst af I love those boys, so I wanted to celebrate. Angry Bo just came out, so that’s what y’all get (╯°□°）╯ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

AO3 Link: Incensed

You were goddamn doing it again. Bo was so fucking fed up. It’d been a shitty morning of waking up to a blaring hangover. Breakfast had Lester and you chattering like incessant little birds while Vincent's mute ass self was somehow still being too damn loud.

He’d snapped when you laughed in the high twinkling pitch that usually hit him somewhere uncomfortable in his chest but now split his brain in two. “Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up!” Everyone stopped to stare over at him, even Vincent mid-bite, turned to stare him down.

You had a disgusted and offended look on your face that almost made him want to feel bad, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t when his head was splitting and only getting worse. You spat at him in annoyance, “What the hell, Bo?”

He grabbed his coffee cup and grunted, “Can a man drink his fucking coffee in peace? Y’all are being so fucking loud with your bullshit.” You crossed your arms and leaned forward against the table, “No, not when a ‘man’ is gonna be a dick before 9 am.” You’d said, ‘man’, so venomously he felt a tiny spark of pride because that surely was something you’d picked up from him. Regardless, he ignored it because his temper took precedence. White-knuckling his cup he took a sip before hissing at you, “The fuck did you say?”

Vincent and Lester were both looking at you now. Vinny's gaze concerned, worried, while Lester put a hand on your shoulder saying your name. You looked away from the ass at the counter and back to your friend, “Just don’t, s’not worth it.” You looked at Vincent and he shook his head, so after pursing your lips you sighed out, “Nothing.”

Bo took another sip as his anger simmered down, “S’what I fuckin thought.” He saw your jaw clench. And that felt fucking good. So when you’d followed him out to his truck after breakfast he was surprised. You walked to his passenger side and let yourself in before he could say anything. Getting in himself he turned to you, “Can I fuckin help you, princess?”

The look you gave him was like a mocking taunt, “Nah, but I could probably help you.” Bo wasn’t in the mood to play games, so he just cranked the engine and shifted gears with an eye roll, “Suit your fuckin self.”

You’d been so fucking annoying too. Following him around, commenting just enough to get under his skin, but not enough to make him want to glue your mouth shut. But God, was he contemplating it...be a waste of your pretty lips though. You’d started questioning him on mechanic things and fuck was it annoying, but they seemed like genuine questions and damn if it didn’t feel nice to have someone admire his skill for once.

But when some jock ass pricks rolled up asking for some car help, well, the side-eye you’d given him, screamed trouble. The little asshats had thought you were the receptionist, that made Bo laugh as he thought to himself, ‘receptionist my ass’. But you’d been nice and accommodating to the boys. Leaning on the counter showing them some ample cleavage that made Bo ready to say fuck his brother's art and gouge out their eyes himself for looking.

But you kept it up and he was about ready to strangle someone when you decided it was a good idea to start flirting with one of the fucks. He fucking hated when you got in a mood- you were stubborn as all get out and it never worked out in Bo’s favor when you got like this. He knew he’d been an ass earlier, but any small amount of guilt he’d had quickly evaporated. Not when he could tell you actually fucking thought one of em was cute. It wasn’t just a fake blush you were giving the twink.

Bo groaned in disgust when you laughed at something stupid that’d been said. He caught your gaze and gave you a glowering look that said ‘fuckin cut it out he wasn't in the mood.’ but the smug little smirk you returned said something different.

His mood darkened quickly when the asshole actually put a hand on you. Fucking touching you wasn’t gonna fly. Not with the morning he’d had. The little prick was on the top of Bo's shit list in an instant with your name right under it. If the little twit moved his hand any lower on your back Bo would have reached over and broke it. Instead, he didn’t and just left it so you’d realize how absolutely fucked you were.

Wiggling out from under the tourist's arm you giggled an excuse and walked back over to where Bo was. Inside you were sweating because he hadn’t stepped in like you’d thought and that spoke to how pissed he was. How fucked you were. It wasn't like you didn’t know he was mad. And, sure, you’d known what you were doing. Stopping way earlier was probably smarter, but you never claimed to be a genius, so when flirting presented itself, well, it had seemed perfect.

You’d been annoyed at him this morning, and maybe had wanted some payback. Wanted to annoy him because he’d been such an ass not only this morning but all damn week. It wasn’t fair for Lester and Vinny to constantly have to walk on eggshells when Bo was just fucking ornery.

And ok, you'd admit that you’d pushed a little too far here though. Especially with how possessive Bo was. He’d even get pissed when you tried to drink some of his coffee. So some random guy, not his brother, putting their arm around you was like a death wish. And God, was he standing beside you deathly silent-- it had you fucking sweating for real. It wasn’t the guy you were worried about, he was dead either way, but you'd maybe just fucked yourself royally. Bo's punishments were unpredictable- very good or very bad. You’d consider yourself lucky if he just ignored you or bitched for a few weeks until you were finally privileged enough for a spanking. God, there was something sick in you though because you still wanted it even if he edged you for a month before forgiving you.

He gave some excuse to the group through clenched teeth that he'd be able to work on their vehicle, but needed to take care of something downstairs first, and that they should go out and find something to do. They'd accepted his answer and left the shop none the wiser.

You'd never felt his hand grip the back of your neck faster in your life. In a deep growl, “You little bitch.” He tightened his grip, “ You’re fucking coming with me and don't even think about making a fucking peep. If you wanna be a slut I'll show you what sluts get." he kept to a slow walk until the both of you were out of view, then he all but pushed you down the stairs leading to his playroom.

He didn't even bother opening the door, just pushed you against the wall next to it-- your cheek smashed against it he invaded your space, "Think you're real slick trying to play with that little bitch in front of me?" you whined out an "I'm sorr-" but he cut you off, "What’d I fucking say?”

You cut your whine instantly, “And see, you're not sorry. You'da stopped when I fucking told you to if you were." He leaned in closer and you could hear the growl- the anger in his voice directly in your ear, "You were too busy bein a filthy fucking attention whore. Good thing you didn’t let him grab that ass otherwise I don't give a fuck how sweet that pussy is, you'd be out too. Vincent can have a hissy fit later."

Shit, you knew he was pissed, but damn this was pissed. You tried to actually apologize, "Bo, I'm s-" But his hand came up to lift your face off the wall to grip your cheeks tightly, "Nuh-uh, Don't you fucking Bo me. You're gonna shut the fuck up while I give you something to be sorry for." He pushed against your ass as he leaned over to open the door and God, he was half hard already.

Dragging your through, he made it to the edge of the bed “You're gonna sit that little ass over my lap and I'm gonna make it so Vinny’s gonna have to fucking ice it for a week." You groaned because fuck, you knew this was supposed to be a punishment and it was definitely going to hurt, but damned if you didn't need it. Him being actually pissed was hot as hell and even if you couldn’t sit for a week you really couldn’t find it in you to be mad about that. The man didn't know the power he had over you when he was pushing you around like this.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you roughly over his lap. His hand on the back of your neck slid up to grip a tight fist of your hair pushing your face into the mattress. His other ripped off your skirt and panties all in one go, "You’re gonna fuckin count them you cunt and thank me for each one." You tried to nod but the fist didn't allow any movement so you let out a muffled, "Ok, yes sir." His fist tightened in preparation as your breath hitched and delivered the first rough smack to your bare ass. Your muscles tightened at the sting, "One, Thank you, sir!" he grunted and gave another just as rough-- you winced and jolted up, "Two! Thank you, sir!"

On it went until you were sobbing in his lap from the pain and how much your clit ached. “Twenty! Thank you, sir!” He hadn't gone easy, wasn’t about that. Not even a little. Taking all his aggression out on your ass and you really couldn't say you were mad about it. Sure it hurt and would probably leave some bruising, but damn it really was a good hurt.

Even when he soothingly ran a hand over the area your ass stung, "Don't give me that crying, I can tell from your sloppy pussy how much you liked this." he slid a finger through your drenched folds, "It's like Niagara falls down here. You're a little slut for this, aren't ya?" You shook your head in denial, not wanting to give him that if he was gonna be an ass about it. He slid a finger back through your folds and your hips lifted off he lap in want, "Look at that. Can't even fucking help yourself."

A swift smack shocked your system back into pain, "Don't fuckin try to take what I'm not giving, whore." You rubbed your face into the mattress trying to get yourself under control as you squeezed your thighs together. With a deep breath, “I'm sorry, sir” He laughed, "You’re really fuckin not. But I'll let it slide because I'm feelin generous.” He slid a finger into your pussy and you instantly clenched around it, but tried to stay as still as possible, “This just want you wanted, huh? My fingers in this whore cunt of yours? Think I deserve a fuckin apology after all your shit today.”

You could tell he was calmer now, but that meant dangerous. Too bad dangerous also meant sexy. And you’d give this asshole whatever he wanted as long as he’d keep sliding his fingers in and out of you, “I'm waiting, Princess.” and he slipped a second finger in scissoring them, you groaned, "I'm sorry! Ok, Bo?! I'm so fucking sorry! I shouldn't have! I knew what I was doing and that you weren't in a good mood, but I did it anyways. God, I'm sorry Daddy, please don't be mad!" you were shaking in his lap and fuck, wait...oh fuck you'd never let that slip before. Shit, you felt yourself tense up just as his cock twitched under you. Fist still in your hair pulled your face up, "What was that?!" You stayed silent and he gave a hard jerk, winching in pain, "I'm sorry....Daddy" he groaned, "Too fucking right, baby girl."

He’d started his fingers back up, roughly pushing them in and out of you, “Bein a bad girl pushing Daddy’s buttons like that. But you did so good taking that spanking.” with a twist of his hand you felt him brush up against that spongy area inside that had your hips jerk up into his hand and sobbing out a moan, “Daddy’s gonna be real sweet to you and fuck this cunt open.” you moaned again at the idea. He was so hard against you and damn did you want it inside you more than anything. You didn’t have to wait long because after another twist of his wrist he pulled his fingers out, swiped them through your folds, and gave a circle to your clit before pulling away completely. You whined, but felt him move the two of you, “Keep that fucking face in the mattress and ass up.”

Pulling your legs underneath to prop yourself up in the position he wanted, “That's right, baby. Now spread yourself open for me. Show me that pussy.” Your face burned, god he could be so nasty, but you loved it and did as he asked. Reaching both hands back to spread yourself open for him.

You heard him shuffling before you felt a hand settle on your lower back. “Look at that red ass and wet little hole.” He smoothed a hand down a cheek before he gave it a much lighter smack. You groaned and felt yourself pulse around nothing, “Look at that slutty pussy clench.” He ran a finger from the start of your ass down through your folds, coming to a stop at your clit and gave a few circles to it.

“Don't worry, sunshine, Daddy’s got somethin to fill it up with.” His hand moved away and then you felt the length of him slide up through your folds. You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your lips as he smacked it against your pussy a few times, “Feel that? I’m gonna stretch you open real good, darlin’.” Sliding his cock back down to press the tip against your clit he brushed it back up to rest at your opening, “You gonna be a good girl and take it like a whore for me?”

Drool had steadily been falling from your lips but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Your hair was a mess and face felt on fire, but the only thing your existence came down to at that moment was the way his cock was just breaching into you- just teasingly stretching you. Slowly his words filtered through your brain to which you rapidly nodded and whined out a “Please!”

He slid in slowly before the last syllable left your mouth.

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