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into the beat of the night (ch 4) "thin flesh"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: swearing, (1) instance of misgendering (not by anyone we like), unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, brief oral (m receiving), discussions of contraceptives, this shit is sappy y'all, there's a cat too word count: 5.5k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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River moaned, tangling their fingers into Frankie’s curls. “F-Frankie, my lunch is only thirty minutes,” they giggled, biting their lip.

“Don’t care,” Frankie grunted, digging his thumbs into their hips and continued sucking on their neck. He hummed happily, kissing up the side of their neck to nibble on their jaw playfully.

Frankie had stopped by the building where River worked with lunch. It was now getting cold.

River had to push Frankie away, a slightly dazed look on their face. They smiled up at him and poked his cheek. “And you call me the menace. I touch your dick one time and you become insatiable.”

Frankie laughed, his shoulders shaking. He leaned over and kissed their cheek before relaxing back in his seat. “Sorry, your food is probably cold now,” he mumbled, handing the takeout bag to them.

River shrugged and began eating. “So, we’re meeting up with Will, Benny, and…”

“Santiago.”

“Santiago. Tonight, right?”

“Yeah, if you still want to,” Frankie nodded jerkily. This was the first time he was introducing River to the guys. He was mostly nervous about Benny opening his big, golden retriever mouth and asking dumb questions. He knew at least Will and Santi would be normal, if a bit protective.

“Of course I still want to,” River said, swallowing a bite of food. “They’re like brothers to you. I can only imagine the shit you guys have seen together,” they muttered sympathetically.

A far-away look crossed Frankie’s features and he swallowed around a small lump in his throat. River reached over and held Frankie’s hand, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles.

“Sorry, we can talk about something else,” they said softly.

Frankie smiled weakly and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he looked up into their eyes. They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” River had to go, finishing up the food Frankie brought for them. “I’ll text you when I get off work, okay?”

Frankie nodded and leaned over to kiss their cheek. He kissed their lips once, then again. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” River winked, climbing out of Frankie’s truck and making their way back into the tall building.

Frankie exhaled loudly and started the truck. The prospect of telling River about his past, about his addiction, made him incredibly nervous. He had been clean for a long time now, but it didn’t make the conversation less daunting. River hadn’t turned him away yet, but he also didn't know their hard limits. Despite feeling more comfortable with River than he had with anyone in a long time, it was still so new.

He pulled into the parking lot of Marisol’s daycare and sat idling, waiting to go inside and pick her up. He looked down at his phone and smiled at his lockscreen; it was a photo of River with their tongue sticking out, piercing on full display, and flipping the bird. He took another deep breath and rolled down the window for some fresh air. It would be okay.

It would.

“It’s a music based subculture, Benny. The fashion came later.”

Benny shook his head as he swallowed his beer. “Then why have I never heard of a ‘goth band’ then?”

“Because you probably listen to butt rock.”

Benny spluttered, offended, but laughed. “What is that?”

Frankie, River, and Santi laughed as Will rubbed Benny’s shoulders sympathetically. Things were going really well. Better than Frankie expected them to go, if he were being honest. It felt like River had always been a part of the group.

“I haven’t heard a denial yet,” River teased in a sing-song tone, a twinkle in their eye. Everyone laughed harder as Benny raised his arms in defeat. “Speaking of, did Frankie tell you guys what he wore when we went back to The Night Owl?”

“Oh, god, here we go,” Frankie groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“An Iron Maiden t-shirt, which was already funny on its own. But he also wore these blue and yellow New Balances and I won’t lie, I almost ghosted him for it.” River winked at him as they squeezed his thigh under the table.

Benny was laughing so hard his face went red and Will shook his head in disappointment. Santiago sighed and put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “You wore your New Balances to a goth club? Hermano…”

“I don’t have any clothes that would fit there, okay?” Frankie explained, exasperated. He turned to River and gave them his best pout and puppy dog eyes, whispering, “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘lumberjack, fisherman chic’?”

River looked to Frankie’s lips briefly and licked their own before looking back up into his eyes. “True, I do. Wouldn’t change it for the world. But,” they grinned. “I would love to see you all ‘done up’ one of these days. Just for fun.”

Benny was nearly having a stroke at this point. “Oh, my god. I’m trying to imagine Fish with eyeliner and it’s killing me,” he wheezed.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, putting an arm around River’s shoulders. “We’ll see,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss River’s cheek.

Will chuckled and rolled his eyes before standing. “Another round? On me, this time.”

Everyone nodded their thanks, and fell back into easy conversation. Out of the corner of River’s eye, they saw someone nearby that could be a problem. The man had been staring at River all night, and not in a way they could ignore. River sighed quietly and prepared themselves as the man stood and tried to “subtly'' make his way over to the table.

“Damn, when’s the funeral?” The drunken asshole smirked, looking right at River. He sneered at them and waited for River to react.

“Hey, fuck off, asshole—“

“Benny, don’t,” River muttered, giving him a look that said more than their words ever would. Benny went quiet but looked at the guy with daggers for eyes. Santiago crossed his arms over his chest and watched for River’s signal.

“Haven’t decided yet,” they exhaled angrily toward the drunk.

“Listen, lady, I was just—“ River rolled their eyes and stared at the man. Frankie’s eyes went wide and he saw red. River quickly grabbed Frankie’s thigh again and squeezed, stopping him. Their expression changed from neutral to manic, an unsettling smile spreading across their face. They tilted their head to the side and stared, unblinking. The man shuffled uneasily on his feet and scoffed. “Whatever, fuckin’ freak.”

The man stumbled away just as Will returned with all their drinks. He looked at the group of grumpy faces and the guy walking away. “What happened?”

Benny’s face broke into a wide grin and he started snapping his fingers. “River just scared a dude,” he laughed.

River rolled their eyes, but smiled this time. “No, the guy came over and tried to be clever and I shut it down,” they shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” They gestured to their wardrobe by way of explanation.

Frankie went quiet and had a pensive look on his face, rubbing River’s lower back. He knew River picked up on the drunk calling them “lady”, because he knows he heard it. Will had given River a fist bump and everything went back to normal. He’ll bring it up later.

“Okay, so I know Fish went and it was an accident, but like, do you think I could go to The Night Owl?” Benny smiled wide, that golden retriever energy back in droves. “I’ve never been to a goth club and it sounds fun.”

River gave Benny a long look, thinking about it. “I don’t see why not,” they hummed thoughtfully. “I just have one question for you.”

Benny blinked and nodded, letting River continue.

“Are you sure you’re a hundred percent straight? Because you would be a hit there, and not just with the ladies.”

Everyone went quiet for a second before bursting into laughter. Frankie laughed quieter than the others and shook his head. He looked at River lovingly, taking in the features of their side profile and lips.

“Is this why you asked if I listened to butt rock?” Benny asked, incredulous. “I still don’t know what that means!!”

They were quiet on the drive to River’s apartment. River looked over at Frankie, worry etched onto their features. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Frankie glanced at River before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m honestly more worried about you.”

River blinked. “How come? I’m fine. I had a really good time.”

“The guy?” Frankie asked, not wanting them to bury what happened. “He called you–”

“I know what he called me, Frankie.”

Frankie frowned and bit his lip. He didn’t want to step on River’s toes with this, but he was so ready to beat the shit out of the guy back there before they stopped him. “I’m sorry, I just… I know you can handle yourself, but,” he floundered for the right words, sighing in frustration when he couldn’t find them. “I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.”

River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he pulled up to their apartment complex. He lifted their hand to his mouth and kissed their knuckles reverently.

“Go ahead and park.”

He raised a brow and did as he was told, turning his truck off. He looked across the darkened cab at River, a curtain of hair obscuring their features before they turned their head. “What’s up?” he asked softly.

“You wanna come up?” They gestured towards their apartment with their thumb, a shy smile on their face.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded, undoing his seatbelt. He followed them up the steps and waited patiently while River unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” they sighed. River’s voice was immediately followed by a loud scratchy meow. “Aww, hi, baby,” they grinned, crouching down to pick up what was probably the fluffiest gray cat Frankie had ever seen. “You’re not allergic are you?” They asked, a look of worry crossing their features, realizing they forgot to mention that they had a cat.

Frankie snorted and shook his head, holding his finger out for the cat to assess him.

River sighed in relief and kicked the door shut behind him. “Good,” they smiled. “This is Jonsey.”

“Alien?” Frankie grinned.

“Yes! Ugh, thank you!”

He laughed as Jonsey leapt out of River’s arms and went, presumably, towards his food. “How come you always look so spotless? Doesn’t he shed a lot?”

“Ohhh yeah,” River laughed. “I have travel-size lint rollers on me at all times.”

They both laughed before they got quiet, taking each other in. Frankie shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to look around.

“Wine?” River asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“Sure. Thank you.”

He really wasn’t sure what he expected River’s apartment to look like, but if he had to guess, he thinks it’d look exactly like this. Dark wood furniture with gray accents. There were plants everywhere; spilling over window sills and winding up bookshelves, lush and full of life.

“You can have a seat, y’know,” River chuckled, handing him a wine glass. They started walking around the living room and lighting a couple candles to further warm up the place.

Frankie obliged and had a seat on River’s couch, getting comfy. He left his arms open and River immediately took the invitation, cuddling close. They drank their wine in silence for a few minutes before Frankie spoke.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he started, rubbing the thumb from his free hand against their arm. “I may not understand all the nuances of your gender and what comes with it, but I want to. I really like you, River, and… I wanna be there for you.”

Turning slightly, River made eye contact before setting their wine glass on the coffee table. Frankie did the same with his own. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you coming into my life like this, but I really appreciate it,” they grinned. Their lips pressed against his tenderly. “You’re taking all of this incredibly well. Most cis guys get so threatened by… this,” they gestured to their body. “Usually why I date women,” they chuckled.

Frankie smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not sure what it is either. I just felt a pull,” he shrugged. “And you’re right. I haven’t been totally honest about my past yet, but… I will. I promise. You deserve to know.”

Climbing into Frankie’s lap, River held his face to kiss him with more purpose. He melted into it, keeping his hands on their sides. Frankie closed his eyes,the scent of River’s cologne washing over him. Color bloomed across his eyelids, the earthy tones of sandalwood and the deep red of the wine on their lips.

Coming up for air, River breathed against his lips, “You don’t have Marisol this week do you? You don’t need to be home?”

“No, I dropped her off at her mom’s earlier,” Frankie sighed, scratching lightly at River’s lower back, making them shiver.

“Do you want to take me to bed, Francisco?”

Frankie’s whole body shuddered and he felt time stop. Pools of green looked over his features like he’d hung the moon as River waited for his answer. Swallowing his nerves, a soft smile graced Frankie’s features. “Of course,” he whispered gently, because if he spoke any louder, he was sure the spell would be broken.

River’s face lit up, pink warming their cheeks. They leaned forward and attached their lips to his neck, nipping and sucking softly at the thick muscles there. “Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” they mumbled.

Frankie didn’t need to hear anything else as he stood. He held River by the ass as they laced their legs around his waist. He felt like he was in a trance as he made his way down the hall. He had convinced himself that he wouldn’t make it this far with them. Feeling around for the light switch in the dark, Frankie exhaled shakily as River sucked a mark into his shoulder. He gave up and walked slowly to their bed and set them down.

River leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. A soft warm glow lit the room, illuminating each other well enough to continue. Frankie shuffled on his feet for a second, nerves suddenly hitting him.

“What’s wrong?” River asked softly, scooting toward the edge of the bed, and resting their hands on Frankie’s belt.

Frankie thought about it for a minute, biting his lip. “Is there anything I should know? Like,” he floundered for a second. “I don’t want to touch you in the wrong way or say the wrong thing.”

River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

Frankie’s chest puffed up a bit and he grinned down at them, running his fingers through their long hair. He moved it away from their face and cupped their cheek, rubbing his thumb along the bone there.

River pulled themselves together for a second to speak and cleared their throat. “I’m very cool with you touching me anywhere. I would very much like you inside me,” they smirked. Frankie choked on his own spit, cock twitching in his jeans. They slowly unbuckled Frankie’s jeans and looked at the throbbing, red, and leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “No underwear, huh?” They hummed, delighted at the sight, and started pumping it slowly, giving the head little kitten licks.

“F-Fuck,” Frankie moaned shakily, tipping his head back. He felt his entire body shiver as their tongue piercing dragged over the tip, the colors behind his eyelids returning. He tightened the fist in River’s hair and tugged slightly, making them moan around his cock. They started bobbing their head slowly, looking up at him. Frankie couldn’t look away from the mouth around him and he groaned, his cock twitching inside their mouth.

He pulled them off, a trail of saliva connecting River’s bottom lip to the head of his cock. “Babe, stop,” he chuckled breathily. “This is going to be done so fast if you keep that up.”

River’s eyes twinkled. “‘Babe’, huh?” They teased, tugging his pants down so he could step out of them. “And what, can’t last longer than five minutes?”

Growling, Frankie pushed them down onto their back on the bed. He hovered over them, one knee on the bed next to them. “Not around you,” he smirked, thick fingers methodically unbuttoning River’s shirt and yanking it off their shoulders.

His breath caught at the sight of their tattoos, but he slowed down when their top surgery scars came into view. He tentatively ran his fingertips along the scars, everything really hitting him all at once.

River watched his face, their stomach fluttering with nerves, but also excitement. They’d gotten to this point with others before and it was enough to turn people away. They didn’t think that would happen with Frankie, but they could never be too sure. Their cheeks warmed the longer he looked at them.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously.

“Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion. “Lie back for me?”

River’s entire body was buzzing as they put a pillow underneath their head to look down at him. The fabric of their dress pants glided across their skin as Frankie removed the rest of their clothes. He hummed happily at the damp spot on the front of their underwear, kissing from one knee to the top of their thigh. River exhaled shakily, and bit their lip, taking in the sight of the mass of curls between their legs. Unable to resist, they reached forward and carded their fingers through his hair.

Frankie looked up at them, his big brown eyes shining as he kissed their clit through the fabric. River’s breath hitched and they giggled softly, lifting one leg to poke his shoulder with their toes. He winked and moved the last piece of clothing down their legs. He didn’t waste any time and latched his mouth onto their clit and sucked hard.

River moaned out loud, their back arching off the bed. “F-Frankie,” they whined, tugging on his curls.

Frankie was in his own world, creating a rhythm with his tongue, and the sounds coming from River’s mouth clogging his senses. He felt drunk, prodding two fingers at their entrance.

“Y-yes, please,” they breathed weakly, giving him permission.

Frankie ached to bring them pleasure as his fingers sunk in, quickly finding a pace to pump inside. He found a rhythm between his tongue and his fingers, and apparently it was doing something, if the sounds River was making were anything to go by.

River’s thighs trembled around his head, their entire body covered in goosebumps. Frankie looked up at them and lifted his mouth off of their clit, but his fingers never let up. River groaned out an exhale as they made eye contact and bit their lip. Something passed between them without words because when Frankie’s thumb touched their clit at the right pressure and rhythm, River’s eyes rolled back. They let out a loud moan into the room as they stilled, coming hard and wet around Frankie’s fingers.

Frankie grinned, watching River writhe around on the bed for a moment before coming down. “Very good,” he hummed, removing his fingers slowly and wrapping his lips around them. He groaned at the taste of them. He held onto their thighs before burying his tongue inside them once again. His aquiline nose rubbed perfectly against their clit while he lapped up more of them, hardly giving them a moment to breathe.

“Frankie, f-fuck, wait,” River gasped, their head spinning with want. Their clit throbbed in overstimulation, still so sensitive from their high.

Frankie grunted into their pussy and looked up at them like they’d just interrupted his favorite meal. And, really, they had. River’s breath hitched at the look in Frankie’s eyes. His normally soft eyes had turned hard, feral, and they dripped at how turned on it made them. He shook his head against them, moving from side to side, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“God, fuck,” River moaned pathetically, their heart rate going at a pace they hadn’t felt before.

“Gimme one more, baby,” Frankie mumbled against them. “Just one more, sweet thing. Gotta taste it this time.”

River’s eyes rolled back and they whined, nearly yanking on Frankie’s hair. His voice sounded as wrecked as they felt, all throaty and deep. Their walls clenched tightly around his tongue in little pulses the closer they got to their release. Frankie watched closely, his vision blurring slightly at the edges with the amount of focus he had on River’s form. He paid rapt attention to which movements of his tongue made them squirm. Their chest stuttered with every breath they took, the muscles and tendons in their neck moving underneath the skin tightly.

When River came, it was more intense than the first time and came in waves, making them nearly shout in pleasure. Frankie tried holding their hips down with those big hands of his but ended up following their movements so as not to miss a single drop. His eyes were on them the whole time, taking in the sight of them at their highest peak.

River trembled in the aftershocks as Frankie’s mouth finally let go. He kissed along the bottom of their tummy and left little nips and marks, sucking and staking his claim over them. River grinned lazily at the sight, their heart soaring. “Mmm, you’re good at that,” River chuckled, feeling all warm and satisfied.

Frankie grinned as he crawled onto the bed to hover over them. “Thank you,” he smirked, a smidge of arrogance coloring his features.

River laughed softly and rolled their eyes. They gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. “How are you still wearing your shirt, but no pants or underwear?” They snorted.

Frankie’s eyes darkened as he took in their flushed cheeks and moved their long hair behind their ears. “I was a little distracted,” he whispered, kissing them sensually.

River sighed happily, getting lost in the taste of themselves on his tongue. They ran their hands down his torso to grip onto Frankie’s ass and squeezed. They wrapped their legs around his waist and quickly flipped them over before Frankie had time to react. Now straddling him, they ground their hips against Frankie’s cock situated perfectly between their lips. “My turn,” River hummed, latching onto Frankie’s nipple.

Frankie gasped at all the sensations as his hips bucked up against them. “W-wait, do you have a condom? I’m clean, I just wanna make sure,” he smiled, rubbing their arms protectively.

“I do,” they nodded, nipping around the other nipple as they looked up at him. “We can use one if you want, but I am on PrEP, too. Also, uh,” they lifted their mouth off of him, sitting comfortably. “I can’t get pregnant. That’s the other major surgery I had.”

“Oh.”

They got quiet as they watched each other breathe heavily for a bit. “Is… Is that okay?” River asked hesitantly.

Frankie’s face went through every emotion imaginable within seconds before landing on nearly feral. “You… really shouldn’t have told me that,” he grinned wickedly, grabbing onto their hips and digging his fingernails in hard. River stopped him before he could turn them over and started grinding against the underside of his cock again, getting it impossibly wet.

“Oh, nu-uh,” River smirked. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Frankie’s cock twitched at the authority in their voice and he nodded obediently.

“Good boy,” they hummed, their fingers curling around his shaft before slowly sinking down on him. River whimpered slightly at the stretch and swirled their hips in little circles on the way down before they were sat on his lap comfortably. They groaned in satisfaction, slowly getting used to his girth and the weight of him.

Breathing heavily, Frankie shut his eyes and dug his head into the pillow underneath him. He focused on the sounds around him so he wouldn’t come right away; the slightly opened window brought in a nice breeze that cooled his flushed skin. River was breathing heavily, but quietly, watching patiently as he evened out his breathing. Blunt nails scratched lightly at Frankie’s torso, goosebumps following in their wake.

It had been a while since he’d been inside someone and it’s clear that it’s been a while for River as well considering just how god damn tight the fit was.

“You okay?” River grinned, rolling their hips slightly, already used to the feeling. They clenched around him teasingly in little pulses.

Frankie’s breath hitched and he groaned, desperately gripping their hips. He was certain there would be marks leftover tomorrow. “Fuck, gimme a second,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut. River watched his Adam’s Apple bob a few times as he got his breathing back to normal, their heart pounding in their chest.

When Frankie raised his head again to look down at where the two of them met, he exhaled shakily. “Jesus,” he moaned, his eyes traveling up their torso until he landed on their face. His heart skipped a beat seeing the look on their face.

He hadn’t seen River so… vulnerable before. They always looked put together, not a hair out of place or any bit of makeup smeared. They looked beautiful; their hair a mess, and their makeup smudged. They looked calm, at peace. Satisfied. His hands slowly traveled up their side before his thumbs rubbed at the edges of their surgery scars.

“Ready?” River smiled softly, cupping his face with one hand and bracing themself on his chest with the other.

Frankie nodded and lifted his hips slightly, his words spoken without a sound; fuck me.

And they did.

Bouncing on him at a leisurely pace to start, River watched Frankie’s eyes glaze over with the pleasure he was feeling, his face slack and his swollen lips parted. Before either of them knew it, they were rocking together at a steady pace, their collective moans and groans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.

They were completely lost in one another, River’s head thrown back to expose their throat as they moaned loudly. Their brows dipped down in pleasure as they bit their lip. “God, you feel so fucking good,” they whined, slowly starting to lose their rhythm as they got closer to their peak.

Frankie moaned and sat up, latching his mouth onto their neck, hugging them close to his chest. He dug his feet into the mattress and started fucking up into them. River groaned, hiding their face in his neck. They whined and whimpered against his damp skin, trembling on top of him.

The light slap, slap, slap of their skin against each other was the only sound in the room for a moment before Frankie panted against their forehead, kissing there softly. “More?” he smiled, eyes shut in bliss.

River nodded and whined weakly. “S-so fucking close.”

Frankie grunted as he flipped them over, well and truly fucking into them now. He didn’t let up, moaning when River’s nails clawed into Frankie’s back. He hissed at the sting and shivered all over, his hips slowly losing their rhythm. “Touch yourself, sweet thing,” Frankie breathed, watching their blissed out expression change to a look of focus. River reached between them and started rubbing at their clit at the same pace as Frankie’s hips.

River whined weakly, half-lidded and glossy eyes looking up at him. They were unable to form the words themself, their chest stuttering and breath hitching with every one of his thrusts.

“Yeah?” he breathed happily.

“Yeah.”

Frankie crashed their lips together as River moaned, his hips keeping the pace he knew they needed. River’s whole body stilled for a second before bucking into a slight staccato as their release wracked through them. They whispered into his mouth, their walls clenching around his cock tightly, trying to provoke his own release as well.

“C’mon,” they panted against his lips encouragingly. It didn’t take much after that, Frankie’s hips slamming into River’s as his cock twitched inside them violently, thick spurts and ropes coating their walls. His hips rolled in slow waves until the last drop left his cock. A low grunt left his lips as he looked down at their combined releases coating his shaft. River moved their hips back a little, more of it dripping out in the process. It made Frankie shiver all over, a wicked little grin on his face.

Quiet settled over the two of them as they caught their breath. River watched Frankie’s face go from tense to the most relaxed they’d ever seen him. They smiled up at him and cupped his face, kissing his nose sweetly. He opened his eyes at that, looking into their eyes and his cheeks warmed at the attention.

“Hey,” he smiled, voice rough.

“Hey, yourself.”

Frankie snorted and leaned down to kiss them deeply. He slowly parted their legs, moving out from between them carefully. River sighed into his mouth at the loss, the cum trickling out as his cock dragged against them. They felt empty, clenching around nothing, but reveling in the filthy feeling they had.

When they came up for air, River played with Frankie’s curls, all of them sticking up in every direction. They grinned and tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,” they hummed, crawling out from under him to go into their bathroom down the hall. Frankie watched their ass as they left and plopped down onto his back, one arm resting on his forehead. He shut his eyes and just focused on his breathing for a moment before he heard the toilet flush and the sounds of bare feet coming back into the bedroom.

He looked up and saw River crawling back onto the bed with a warm washcloth. They slowly started cleaning Frankie up, almost reverently. Frankie watched them quietly, his heart skipping a beat. He usually did this part, but was more than happy to be on the receiving end of it. As River finished, they tossed the washcloth into the hamper in their closet.

“You need anything? Water?” River smiled down at him. Frankie nodded and pulled them down for a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

River jumped out of the bed and made their way into the kitchen. Frankie got comfortable as he listened to them move around in there. He heard a small chirp at the door and a fluffy gray tail came in through the doorway. He smirked as Jonsey jumped up onto the end of the bed and got comfortable. Jonsey sniffed at Frankie’s toes before rubbing his head against them and curled up into a ball. He fell asleep pretty soon after that.

“Sorry, had to clean a glass,” River chuckled softly as they walked back into the bedroom, still blessedly naked. Frankie appreciated the view, and happily took the glass of water. He took a couple of big gulps and set it on the nightstand next to him.

River dug around in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a hair tie. Frankie watched silently as they slowly pulled their long hair into loose braid. Their tattooed skin was slightly shiny from the perspiration of their coupling, making his stomach flutter. He smiled at their flushed cheeks as they tossed the long braid over their shoulder when they finished.

River crawled into the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Jonsey. “Least he was polite enough to wait until we were done,” Frankie snorted, pulling River into his side. River giggled and kissed Frankie’s chest softly.

“True,” they said around a yawn. “I’m exhausted. You wore me out, old man.”

Frankie sighed in exasperation and laughed softly, kissing River’s hairline. “All that and you still call me old,” he grumbled.

“It’s an affectionate term.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Get some sleep.”

River nodded and got into the covers. They lightly pulled on his arm, kissing his shoulder. “You too, mister.”

Frankie obliged, pulling River close to his chest. Thick fingers passed lightly over River’s skin as their breathing evened out. Frankie stayed up for a bit and just let the moment settle into his heart. He looked down at the top of their head and placed a soft kiss to the crown before shutting his eyes himself.

The last thing he heard that night was the sound of River’s soft snoring. Frankie exhaled, heart feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

#frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #oaksfics

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months

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The Duff 14

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You skip lunch, trying to make up for missed time. The hours fly by and you only look up from your desk as Marnie packs up. You wish her a good night and Taylor leaves soon after without a word.

You cradle your forehead and pull your phone closer, flipping it over. Notifications stack on the lock screen unnoticed as you keep it muted in the office. You don't need Gloria lecturing you again about professionalism.

That most of the notifications are messages from Curtis both surprises you and doesn't. You fully thought he was too mad to bother yet he's left a scroll of texts. He's a bit much, too much.

Ugh, you don't know. You put down the phone and rub your eyes. It's just all too fast. You're panicking. And clueless. You just really don't know if you're blowing it out of proportion.

You retrieve your phone and flip up the lockscreen. You thumb through your contacts and hit Stephanie's name. You hesitate, hovering over the keyboard.

'Hey, sup?'

Hopefully she answers. You can ask her about Curtis. Or maybe you're better off just forgetting him. You're almost too embarrassed to tell anyone. You're probably being stupid.

You go back to your work. Gloria is already gone. You barely saw her before she left for the courthouse and Charles dipped out after his lunch. You might be the only person left in the office.

You enjoy the solitary. You feel like you haven't been alone in forever. You never realised how much you actually enjoy it.

Your steady typing fills the silence. You ease into the lull, the sky dimming through the windows, casting a haze over your cubicle. You save the file and check the time. You should go. At this point, you're working for free.

The click of a door handle frightens you. You assure yourself it's just the cleaner but the scuff of a sole assures you otherwise. Andy lets out a garbled noise.

"Shoot, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was still here," he says.

"Just about to leave," you grab your phone and make a face at the new alert. Even more messages and none from Stephanie.

"Avoiding home?" Andy wonders as he pulls shut his office door.

"Not exactly," you shut down your computer and grab your bag from under your desk, "just… not in a hurry."

"I know the feeling. Not rearing to sit down to a microwave steak and powdered potatoes," he kids, "you know what people never warn you about when you divorce? The cooking."

You force a laugh. It's nice of him to humour you. You suppose your problems could be worse. You don't have to worry about custody or alimony or really anything but yourself. Maybe that's why Curtis is making you so anxious.

"Not tryna be inappropriate but you have any suggestions? Might be better off grabbing something on the way."

"Er," you shoulder your bag, "the taco place isn't too bad from what I hear. My friends said it was amazing.:

"You didn't go?"

"Uh, no," you admit as you rub your neck, making the awkward shuffle towards the door ahead of him, "I was busy."

You won't admit that they didn't invite you and that you were at home watching their Insta stories about the ghost pepper salsa. No one needs to know that. You wish you could forget that altogether.

"Hmm, I don't mind Mexican," he follows you through the door, "how about you? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, cereal," you scoff as you head down the stairs, "easier than cooking."

He's quiet as the stairs creak beneath his feet. The old building groans as you come down to the main floor. You don't even feel much like eating.

"I hate to be… too forward but you wanna join me for tacos? My treat."

"Hmm?" You pause at the door and glance back at him.

"I mean, you want something quick and I hate eating alone. Every night. In front of the TV."

You feel a pluck of sympathy. You can't tell if he's playing it up or joking. You also don't know how acceptable it would be to have dinner with your boss.

"You don't have to stay. We can grab take out and you can enjoy it at home."

You keep your hand on the door and tap your toe. It's just food, right? You hate to turn down a free meal and Andy's harmless.

"If I'm being honest, I really just don't wanna walk in by myself. I feel like a bit of a sad sack," he lowers his voice. "So?"

You tilt your head back and forth. It will be a good excuse not to look at your phone. You tuck the cell phone on the side pocket of your bag and give a smile.

"Sure, why not? If you're paying, I'm not complaining."

#curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #au #drabble #the DUFF #series #andy barber #defending jacob

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hezacodes · 6 months

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New Computer Theme Alert!

I felt like switching it up from Scorpion from MK to something completely different and I was feeling the colours purple and teal, so that's the direction I went.

~ Lockscreen ~

~ Laptop ~

~ Second Monitor ~

~ Visual Studio Code ~

Definitely love the new look ^_^ !!

#codeblr #coding #studyblr #studying #progblr #programmer #programming #coder #theme

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rshmra · 9 months

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

<- prev. masterlist. next. ->

written: 1.1k words

chapter fourteen: the turn of events!

one week ago

when ivory returned to the room, only chaeri was caught unawares. he continued to tap-tap-tap away at his phone while kuli and yn sung to their shared playlist, oblivious to his clearly impatient leader's presence until said male was standing directly in front of him.

"having a fun time on wattpad?" the maknae startled with a jolt, instinctively hiding his device behind his back as he gaped up at the unamused white-blonde.

"heyyyyy, haha... so nice to see you! uh, you come here often?-"

"you didn't think i was just bluffing, did you?" folded between his crossed arms ivory extracted the unmistakable form of that iconic wolf plushie, and instantly chae's sheepish facade crumbled to desperation.

"oh god please, anything but wolfchan!" oh, the lengths ivory will go to just to prove a point. the group's skzoo plushies are some of their most prized posessions (chaeri has wolfchan and dwaekki, yn jiniret and bbokari, kuli PuppyM and foxi.ny and ivory leebit and han quokka) so it's a miracle that wolfchan was somehow taken. chae looked ready to pounce for his beloved stuffy at any moment, but as soon as his elder so much as took another step the fear took over and he was already bolting out the door.

apparently expecting this reaction, ivory turned to face his remaining members, who were too immersed in their stray kids singalong to give a shit about the scene unfolding in front of them. "get up you two, i'll meet you in enhypen's dance room."

"yeah, just let us finish listening to cheese." kuli nodded prior to frowning thoughtfully. "why? what are we doing?" but ivory was hot on chaeri's trail by then, too far gone to respond.

"whatever." yn exhaled heavily, dusting the nonexistent dirt from his pants as he got to his feet. he pulled his phone from his pocket, shooting a text to riki and giggling at the quick reply. "we're taking my speaker, though."

riki winced as he massaged his sore ear, having been dragged through the doorway by it. he glared at the culprit from his sprawl on the floor, who simply beamed innocuously back at him. but before he could do something stupid like give jungwon the middle finger, the faint sound of music abruptly made itself evident, rapidly increasing in volume as the source approached. a grin immediately brightened his face- it was literally taste playing over that damn speaker, who else could it be?

"oh!" jungwon hurried to open the door, much to the others' confusion- they were still trying to figure out where lee know's voice is coming from- and two familiar heads peeked inside.

"hey guys!"

clearly, only riki and jungwon were alerted to their arrival beforehand. a chorus of confused (albeit cheerful) greetings were chirped as the pair entered, and yn automatically made a beeline to sit crisscross against the wall where riki was waiting for him.

"you have an unhealthy obsession with stray kids, you know that?" riki nudged him lightly.

"i honestly have no clue what you're talking about."

"isn't your lockscreen a selfie of you with felix and hyunjin?"

"if you met them you'd do the exact same thing."

"sorry we're late," at last, attendance was full. ivory grinned as he tugged a spooked chaeri behind him, who had astonishingly managed to escape his predicament unscathed if not a bit shaken and clutching wolfchan tight to his chest. "chaeri's long ass legs ran up to, like, the top floor."

"...but your legs are longer than mine. slenderman looking a-"

he recieves a cutting stare from the 6'3 giant and promptly shuts his mouth, not wanting to get channapped again.

jungwon clapped his hands together with a bright smile. "great, so we're all here now."

"and what for? didn't think to, i don't know, tell us what's up?" sunoo side-eyed him disapprovingly.

"well, we're telling you now so that makes up for it."

"so what is it exactly?" kuli narrowed his eyes at ivory, making himself comfortable as he sat to lean back on his palms.

"jesus, so impatient."

"say it again."

"sorry." despite being nearly a foot shorter than his leader kuli would never fail to strike fear into him, which was quite the funny sight to the others. "anyway... how do you guys feel about a collaboration project?"

"haha you're hilarious." sunghoon didn't even make an effort to try to laugh. "management wouls have told us by now."

"about that! funny story actually," jungwon hid his ever-growing smirk behind his hand. "this is what we've been sorta not talking about, but our promo managers wanna have a meeting with all of us so we have a solid ten minutes to come to a verdict."

the room fell quiet for a solid 10 seconds, until heeseung spoke first.

"you're shitting me." and then all hell broke loose, questions and profanities galore being thrown around like hot potatoes.

"A WEEK? A FUCKING WEEK?!"

"TEN MINUTES TO DECIDE-"

"aren't you guys like in the middle of making an album?"

"two households both alike in dignity in fair verona where we lay our scene-"

"how is this even gonna WORK-"

"all of you shut up." for some reason, everyone listened to a deadpanning jay, and jungwon's lip quirked at the corner as he continued.

"relax, we've got it sorted out, it's just up to you guys if you wanna or not-"

"well no shit we want to!" jake exclaimed. "but what are we gonna be doing? how long has this even been in the works for?"

"we only learned about it a few days ago, but apparently our managers were planning something like this for us before we were even acquainted, since our concept is all about ghosts and shit and they thought that would fit in with your universe or whatever," ivory took over to explain. "they brought it up to me, jungwon and andteam's leader, ej, but they can't be here for obvious reasons cus they're in fuckin' japan. he and his group think it's a great idea, though."

"we were told it'd be a good time to announce it now because of recent interactions, but we don't actually know the full details of what we'll be doing." jungwon carried on. "likely we'd end up getting features on the upcoming album you guys are making or releasing a single altogether, but the meeting we're having in like 5 minutes will do a better job of debriefing you all." he shrugged. "so pretty simple. any questions?"

the sound of a pin drop could've been heard in the silence.

"...too much word," riki enunciated slowly.

"yeah, you lost us at 'planning'."

"okay, screw it. we're all in though, right? haha, all in." yn muttered, the last part going virtually unnoticed as there were ten other shouts of agreement. "then let's fucking go!" a rush of excitement fueled the boys, and they flooded into the hall in a hurry to meet with the promotion managers.

present

notes: this is so overdue oml. i know im dragging this out im sorry but an explanation was necessary 😭 and when i tell u i RUSHED to rewrite this cus ive been meaning to publish earlier BUT I NEVER DOO

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5283 · 1 year

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new wallpaper/lockscreen alert <3

#lee felix #hwang hyunjin #stray kids lockscreens #skz lockscreens #stray kids wallpaper #stray kids

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Scotty had been up all night, tossing and turning, his head pounding. He’d had a pretty good start to the New Year, his arms wrapped around Joey as the two had kissed as the clock struck midnight, giggling against each other’s mouths at the silliness of it all. She was a total sweetheart; somebody he was grateful Louis had introduced him to. She was Louis’ number one fan – with the exception of Max – and the two had carved out a home in each other’s hearts, one that the pretty girl had been more than gracious enough to invite Scotty into.

The nights since his cheeky kiss with Joey had been a little less kind to him, his phone blowing up constantly with news alerts from CNN, the New York Times, and the like. He wasn’t specifically subscribed to any of them, but the news app on his phone seemed to think he wanted to hear from them – and more to the point, seemed to think he wanted constant google alerts regarding the everyday goings on of his ex-fiancée. Admittedly, he understood that Indra working with a giant such as Isaac Lancaster meant that there was no avoiding her presence anywhere you turned in New York City, but it still stung. He’d moved back to the city thinking he was healing, wanting familiar territory, only to have stumbled right into the lion’s den.

All the same, he’d agreed to meet Joey for coffee, and he wasn’t about to let his lack of sleep get in the way of their plans. He was situated in a quiet corner of A Novel Idea, a tiny alcove that would allow them a little privacy, plants spilling down around them, surrounded by books by the dozen. Scotty felt too tired to be dealing with the hustle and bustle of the store, choosing this particular table in the hopes of gaining a little privacy. He’d phoned Joey to let her know exactly where he was seated, his friend insisting she was just a few blocks away. She’d been rambling on about how Micah’s sister was getting married, and he had a fitting that she’d just had to be present for – not by obligation, Scotty assumed, but merely because she couldn’t pass up the chance of seeing her “friend” looking handsome in a three-piece suit – and the two had gotten slightly held up. He didn’t mind, smiling fondly as he’d set down the phone on her.

Reaching down, he tugged his beaten copy of Christopher Street out from his backpack, the pages frayed at the edges, a rainbow of sticky tabs protruding outwards, marking all the pages and passages he’d been so fond of. He found himself coming back to it regularly, the books on his shelves at home carelessly abandoned as he read and re-read Louis’ novel, a labour of love that clutched at Scotty’s chest and filled him with a pride he was certain he’d never be able to adequately put into words.

His phone buzzed on the table, catching his attention, eyes straying from the pages of Lou’s book. He wondered if it was Joey, glancing over at it, his heart sinking when he saw just who was lighting up his phone.

A text from Indra filled his lockscreen, the message simple and straight to the point:

“Hey, Scott. Only just heard you’re in the city now. Perhaps we could up? Talk. This is Indra, by the way.”

It was almost laughable to Scotty, that she thought he might not know. Even in the couple of years that had passed, he’d never deleted her number. It was a sad truth, but her face still filled his home screen, a photo of the two laughing at his book launch, Indra’s eyes trained solely on him. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been happier, so he’d yet to find the courage to take it off.

With one swipe of his thumb, he unlocked his phone, wondering if he should reply to her. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what he’d say – it was the first time since she’d left him that he’d heard from her personally. It was as simple as that for her; a text like no time had passed, a dagger to the open wound that Scotty had been so carefully tending to for the last two years.

His attention strained as he heard the familiar sound of Joey’s voice, glancing up as the brunette rounded the corner, a warm and welcoming smile on her face. Hastily, he swiped away from the text and dropped his phone to the table with a thud, pushing to his feet as he pulled his friend into a great big bear-hug.

“There’s my favourite girl!” he called out, his hold tightening just a touch as he lifted Joey off the ground, her feet dangling as he pressed a playful kiss to her cheek.

Setting her down, the two untangled from one another and he slipped back into his seat, his eyes trailing back to his phone where he’d abandoned it. He winced as he realised he’d left it open on his home screen, the image of himself and his ex on show for all to see. Clumsily, Scotty slapped a hand down against the phone, his thumb tapping the lock button as he offered Joey an awkward smile.

“So,” he cleared his throat, embarrassed and looking for a distraction. “What can I get you? I’m buying.”

#thread: joey1 #ft. joey

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telomeke · 1 year

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tag game ♡ rules: post your lock/home screen, the last song you listened to, and the last picture you saved!!

Ooh, thanks for the tag @airenyah!

What's my phone lockscreen? It's this cool 2016 Yamaha YZF-R6:

I don't ride a bike, and it never appealed to me in the past. But there's just something about this 60th anniversary bumblebee design that I find hard to resist. Not planning to get one, ever (it's better for the environment to use public transport, I don't need one, etc etc.), but still a guy can dream.

The last song I listened to was one that came out of the blue, and it was @markpakin who alerted me to it! (Not tagging you for the game though because you already played right? 😁) And you know the song too @airenyah – it's Stand By หล่อ that the My School President boys sang at the MSP Prom Night concert. But I've been listening to the New Country version, or more specifically, watching their dance video for it (over and over) on YouTube:

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Gotta love a song that starts with the word "Donut" – I can't think of any other! 💖 Plus the choreography is mesmerizing and the execution is flawless. I'm particularly impressed by the dancing of the blond guy (Mbow Pantakan, wearing a top that looks a bit like Ink's in Bad Buddy at Ep.4 [3I4] 0.55 😍), as well as that of Guitar Nathaaek (in the checked sweater). Also I can't help thinking Tintin Jarasrawee (in the grey and white hoodie) looks kind of like Korn in Bad Buddy. As always everything leads back to BBS for me!

The last photo I saved is a little mundane:

The groceries I ordered arrived with a glass jar (containing my favorite freeze-dried coffee granules) shattered by the delivery process. So I took this photo as proof to accompany my request for a refund. Such a waste of good coffee, but the shards of glass are so well mixed in there's no salvaging anything from that jar, unfortunately. And I'm sore about it because I drink a lot of coffee.

I dunno who else to tag! So just doing this off the top of my head – @colourme-feral, @crzshaly437, @seeking-moonscapes, @non-binarypal7, @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @waitmyturtles, @miscellar, @dribs-and-drabbles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @respectthepetty, @theheightofdishonor, @lovelyghostv, @grapejuicegay, @transpran, @e-the-village-cryptid, @7nessasaryevils. All people I've been following avidly. Your posts have brought me so much joy! 😍 Feel free to ignore if you don't want to play or have already played, and anyone else whom I've not tagged but who follows me please feel free to play too so I can get to know you better! 💖 I feel bad at not following so many people back but I can barely cope with the dashboard feed as it is. 😰

#tag game #YouTube

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flosxaquaxastra · 2 years

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new lockscreen alert!

#thomas raggi

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techrookies · 2 years

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Certified Refurbished Fire HD 10 Tablet on sale. Deal Alert

Certified Refurbished Fire HD 10 Tablet (10.1″ 1080p full HD display, 32 GB) – Black (2019 Release) Source Amazon The ad-supported option (also known as Special Offers or Lockscreen Ads) displays sponsored screensavers on your device’s lockscreen. Learn more A Certified Refurbished Fire HD 10 Tablet is refurbished, tested, and certified to look and work like new and comes with the same limited…

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#Amazon #Deals #gadgets #Tech #technology

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junityy · 3 years

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he wants me dead.

#new lockscreen alert #*·˚ ༘ liz's yeonjun ♡#liz ted talks ✩彡

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lesbiandanielmolloy · 3 years

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Mom said its my turn on the xbox

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #gil arroyo #new lockscreen alert

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jonathanssweatercollection · 4 years

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ok but why is nobody talking about this?? this is the most metal shit i’ve ever seen

#new screensaver alert!!#natalia dyer #st cast #nancy wheeler #stranger things #mine #lockscreens

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hezacodes · 8 months

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New Computer Theme Alert!

If some of you may know, I recently had a God of War theme for my computer but Mortal Kombat 1 came out recently, so it's time for a change.

I'm never this inconsistant, I usually change it every month or two.

The current theme: Scorpion from Mortal Kombat 1

~ Lockscreen ~

~ Laptop ~

~ Second Monitor ~

~ Visual Studio Code ~

I think I'm going to make this a thing. Hmm . . .

#codeblr #coding #studyblr #studying #progblr #programmer #programming #coder #mortal kombat #scorpion mk

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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Water Fights with the OM Bros

it’s 90 degrees outside at my place and you know what that means!!! water fight headcanons because I refuse to go outside in the heat in real life asdhgskjdgks

once again i’m only doing the brothers bc i do not trust myself with the dateables just yet lmao

Lucifer:

Literally only agrees to join because you’re so excited about it.

“...If it makes you happy, MC,” are his exact words. Simp.

You did agree to make the game have no points though, to keep things from getting competitive. Both at the advice of Lucifer and because you knew he would not join if there was any chance he could lose. (Also because Satan is a menace but we’ll get to that later.)

When all the brothers are gathered he suggests everyone pairs up into teams.

“You’re only saying that so you can cozy with M-” Asmo tries to say before being sprayed in the face with water.

“My hair!” “Oh, look at that. I suppose the game has started,” Lucifer hides his water gun behind his legs, but he can’t hide the shit eating grin on his face.

He takes your hand with a “Come along, MC,” and leads you away as everyone splits up.

You two make a surprisingly good team for this sort of thing! He knows the gardens well and also knows where each of his brothers is likely to go. You are quite skilled water water guns and balloons. He’s basically the brains and you’re the brawn.

He snatches a few kisses now and then when you look back at him excitedly after smacking one of his brothers with a balloon. You’re just so cute!

When everyone is all tuckered out and goes off to shower and whatever, Lucifer hangs back with you to thank you for organizing everything. With a kiss to the back of your hand, he says, “I’ll admit, I was...skeptical, at first. But, as usual, you brought my brothers together in a way I haven’t seen in a long while. Thank you, MC.”

Mammon:

“I’m MC’s first man, so I get to team with them!” “You’re also literally my boyfriend, but okay hun.” Cue Mammon blushing beet red at the nickname and muttering at you not to call him that in front of his brothers. (He doesn’t mean it; he loves that they know you’re his and vice versa.)

Strategically, the two of you are the absolute worst. But that’s because you’re both just there to have fun!

And have fun you do! You actually get in quite a few fun chases with Levi! He’s probably the most into the water fight out of everyone, the three of you are just running around the gardens pelting each other with balloons. It’s super cute.

Mammon is absolutely the type to yell “I’ll avenge you, MC!” every single time you get sprayed.

Eventually, you and Mammon follow Levi’s advice and start hiding in places to catch some of the other brothers by surprise. Which would be fine if Mammon didn’t blush super hard and start grumbling because of how close together you were when kneeling behind the garden wall.

You roll your eyes and surge forward to kiss him. He’s so shocked he has no idea what to do with his hands at first. But, after a second of pause, his water gun falls to the ground with a clatter and he wraps his arms around you.

“Get a room,” Is all the two of you hear before Belphie dumps a whole ass bucket of water on your heads. Mammon growls and jumps up to get the youngest before Beel can scoop him up, but you grab his hand and stop him.

You’re laughing super hard, and the sun is shining on your hair. You almost look like you have a halo...Mammon gives up the chase before it even starts because his MC is simply ethereal.

“Mammon!” You smile brilliantly at him when you finally stop laughing. “I kissed you to keep you quiet! And then you managed to make even more noise!”

He just hugs you then so you can’t see his blushing face. Stupid lovely human making fun of him. (He likes it, though.)

Leviathan:

This boy is literally the MOST excited when you tell him your idea. He was in on it from the very start.

He actually helped you get all the supplies! He opens his Akuzon account right away and starts showing you what water guns would be best and picking out huge packs of balloons made specifically for being water grenades. (Definitely had looked all this stuff up before in case he found a LARPing buddy.)

You ask him how much Grimm all this stuff will cost and he tells you not to worry. “I’ll cover it!” “But, Levi-” He interrupts you with big blush on his face.

“L-Listen MC. You’re m-my Henry! And I know this will be fun, s-so...I’ll cover it.” You leap forward and give him a hug, triggering a surprised but equally happy screech.

Honestly he is so excited you proposed an idea like that of your own volition. Like...it just makes him feel like all the games and stuff he finds fun truly don’t bother you. You haven’t been lying; you genuinely are interested in the same things as him. It makes him feel so warm.

When everyone is still arriving, you grab one of your water guns and do that cool spinny thing. You know the thing. The cowboy gun spin. You’re like, “Hey Levi! Check this out!”

BAM. Boy is OUT. So red his face is steaming. That’s the hottest thing he has ever seen in his entire damn life. What the fuck, MC. He is basically frozen on the spot out of sheer overwhelmed-ness as how hot that was. You have to drag him away when the water fight starts. Totally worth staying up all night figuring out how to do the spin trick with a water gun.

Once the action gets going, you two are unstoppable. No one escapes the fight unscathed thanks to y’all. All those late night Call of Duty sessions trained you for this!!

Your favorite tactic is definitely camping, though. You and Levi would pick a spot and hide there, waiting for one of his brothers to come by, and then...ATTACK!

If it actually were a competition, you two would’ve won by a landslide. But honestly, Levi didn’t really keep track. He was having too much fun watching you. You were so mesmerizing when you were in the zone and so gorgeous when laughing as you gave him victory high fives after a successful ambush.

You let him take a picture of you posing all tough with your water gun and he makes it his DDD background immediately. And his lockscreen so you can protect his DDD from intruders.

Satan:

THIS ASSHOLE. THIS MAN IS THE REASON YOU MADE SURE THERE WAS NO COMPETITION.

If there was any sense of competition, Satan would’ve gone absolutely out of his mind to beat Lucifer. He would make sure to destroy that man’s dignity as thoroughly as possible.

So, for the sake of both him and the eldest brother, no points. No contest. He grumbles about it, but, much like said eldest brother, he still joins because he sees how happy the idea of a family water fight makes you.

Satan treats is almost as seriously as Levi does. EVEN THOUGH YOU MADE SURE IT WASN’T A COMPETITION, HE DAMN SURE STILL ACTS LIKE IT IS. UGH.

Literally pulls a map of the House of Lamentation’s gardens out of his back pocket??? And puts it on the side of the fountain?? And starts planning maneuvers on it with you??? He pulls a pen out of his SWIM TRUNK POCKETS to use to point with and emphasize his points. You just blink at him. This is your mans. Good lord.

Considering his expert knowledge of the layout of the entire surrounding area of HoL from that map, he actually knows of some secret passages the other brothers don’t even consider. He takes you to them so you can use them to spy on what Lucifer’s the other brothers’ strategies are.

It’s only once you’re creeping around the tunnels that he realizes something: none of his brothers know where you are. They can’t bother you...time to make out.

Grabs your attention with a quiet, “MC” and gives you a smooch. Soon enough he is backing you up against the wall. A water balloon you have tied to your belt pops against the rough brick, interrupting the two of you.

Satan disregards it and move to kiss you again, but you let out a gasp. He’s worried for you for a moment: did you scrape yourself? But when you turn to look at him, there’s a mischievous glint in your eye that he loves to see.

“My water broke!” You whisper-exclaim dramatically, covering your mouth in fake shock. Satan has to nuzzle his face in your neck to avoid laughing and filling the tunnel with the echo that would alert his brothers. The two of you basically just canoodle in the passages until the water fight is over LMAO

Asmodeus:

Pretty much just to show off how good he looks in a bathing suit to you and anyone else who happens to be lucky enough to witness his glory.

He’s not the best at water fights and ends up using you as a human shield sometimes adjgfkjshf

“Asmo! Stop hiding behind me!” “I am not letting Lucifer mess up my hair twice in one day, darling!”

He comments quite often on how hot you look. Both in your bathing suit and also when in the zone looking for victims to douse in watery fury. You look like an action hero, MC! Have you ever thought about becoming the next Bond? Asmo could definitely pull some hypnotic strings.~

Every time you successfully pull him out of the way of an oncoming water balloon or block a blast of water from hitting, he totally melts. He presses his back to your chest, swooning against you and batting his eyelashes.

“Oh, MC, my hero! My dashing knight in shining armor!” You scoff, but think it’s super cute. You even play into it sometimes and pick him up bridal style.

“The king is looking for you, my prince,” you say once as you lift him, and he actually blushes. Asmodeus, avatar of lust, blushes at a silly pet name. He was not expecting you to get so into the role!!! He loves it, though.

For the rest of the water fight the two of you are basically roleplaying a royal and his knight bodyguard. It is stupidly fun and the both of you have an absolute blast.

“Oh, MC, my darling knight! I have amazing news!” Asmo says after the fight ends. You’re drying his hair off with a towel. “Yes, my liege?”

“In exchange for your wonderful and dutiful protection, you have been given permission by the crown to court me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He smiles and you throw your head back in a laugh. You lean down and give him a nice, long kiss on the lips before pulling away. “That is absolutely splendid, your highness.”

Beelzebub:

He loves the idea because it’ll get his whole family together and he knows it. He has to carry Belphie out there but that’s normal.

He helped you and Levi plan!! Excited boy. You filled him in when he joined you and Levi for a game night. He totally volunteered to go get some extra supplies from some nearby stores for y’all. So cute.

Once everyone is actually fighting, this boy WILL NOT STOP BEING A HUMAN (demon?) SHIELD FOR YOU. LIKE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TELL HIM IT’S FINE, YOU’RE FINE, HE WILL NOT STOP.

“Babycakes, it’s okay. It’s water. It can’t hurt me.” “But I love you. I want you safe.” O H. O K A Y.

Someone call a doctor Beel just shot MC through the heart!!! He’s so genuine you just bright red and kiss his cheek because he deserve it.

“Well, I guess that’s settled then, huh?” He gives you a big Beel smile and nods, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Y’all get sprayed with water A LOT because your hungry boy is very big and hard to hide. Er, I should say HE gets sprayed a lot because he is a fantastic meat shield and you’re practically dry by the time the fight is over. He, on the other hand, is soaked to the bone.

He still insists on drying you off with a towel, though. The two of you dry each other off back in the twins’ room while Belphie dozes nearby in his bed.

You’re in the middle of drying his shoulders when he just starts talking. “That was really fun, MC. I’m really grateful for you. Ever since you’ve been here, things are always more fun. And you bring all my brother together. Thank you.”

You damn near burst into tears!!! Ahhhh!!! You sniffle and jump into his nap, wrapping your arms around him. “But MC, I’m still wet.” “I don’t care!! I’m giving you snuggles!!”

Belphegor:

Literally does not give a single fuck about a water fight until he realizes it lets him throw shit at Lucifer with absolutely zero consequences. Then he is all in.

Beel doesn’t even have to carry him around during the fight! Once he is outside and realizes all the shenanigans he can pull, he is perfectly content to grab you by the hand and be the one dragging you around, for once!

You two will probably team up with Satan and Beel at various points. Beel because he’s Beel, and Satan because he and Belphie absolutely set water balloon filled booby traps for Lucifer.

That’s his preferred strategy: set up a trap and wait in the bushes, watching for the target to approach.

He’s definitely the type to yell “Every man for himself!” if someone catches you guys hiding. Unlike his twin, he lets you get totally soaked while he runs away laughing. Dickweed.

You guys have a lot of fun, though!! Seeing Belphie excited is always a treat for you. And, though he doesn’t say anything about it, Belphie also thinks it’s a treat whenever you scheme with him. You don’t join in on his mischief often, so he always cherishes the times you do.

Eventually, after soaking Lucifer thoroughly, Belphie eventually gets a bit tired. You, however, want to keep the fun going. So, just as he begins to dose off in your hiding spot...you spray him. Right in the face.

He opens his eyes and sees you raising an eyebrow at him challengingly, giggling to yourself. He growls playfully and grabs his own water gun, quickly giving chase as you bolt.

Being a demon, he’s much quicker than you. But he lets you think you can escape for a few minutes before catching up to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind.

As you squirm and laugh in his embrace, he feels thankful he joined in on the fight, even if he was hesitant at first. After all, it led to this moment, where he can turn you around in his arms and give you a nice kiss as you melt against his chest.

#ta da!! another idea i've had for the longest time #posts #my writing #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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summary: your heart beats fast when they do these things to and for you

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti, xiao, zhongli

style & genre: bulleted; fluff, modern!au, college-ish!au

warnings: none

notes: i have no clue if anyone has done this yet but this has been in my head for some time now, also in celebration of 2k! thank you so much for reading my works and i hope you enjoy!

Albedo

repeatedly tells you that you’re his muse and always asks for permission to draw you. his classmates have even come up to you to question “are you the person in albedo’s pieces?” turns out you’ve been the subject for his projects more than once because he finds your beauty ethereal

let’s you do anything with his hair, whether that be braiding it or simply brushing it because he says it’s a nice stress relief. manages to fall asleep in your lap 9 out of 10 times and the one time he doesn’t, he pulls you down to cuddle

will stop you in the middle of the sidewalk, hallways, or literally anywhere to tie your shoes when he notices the laces are undone. of course, he’s courteous to the other people and pulls you off to the side to do this, but you’re all flustered when he finishes and takes your hand to continue walking

Childe

brings you food when after you’re done in class and you know it’s something you like because he’s memorized your favorites. he will occasionally slip in new things for you to try that he thinks you might like. there’s always some leftover because he doesn’t want you leave you still hungry, so you save it for later

doesn’t care if it’s the middle of the night or near the crack of dawn, if you call or text him saying that you can’t sleep, he’ll tell you that he’s coming over. he either holds you while quietly talking about his day or takes you out for a joyride until you’re tired

he has a picture of you both as his lockscreen which you catch sight of, noticing that it changes with new photos you take together. when his family first sees it and when they hear that he’s with you, they’re bugging him until he asks you if you wanted to have dinner with them

Diluc

the way he puts his arm behind your seat as he backs up with his car, looks both ways and smirks when he notices that you’re staring at him. when he puts his arm down, he’ll trial his hand down to rest on your thigh as he drives, fingers tapping on beat to the songs playing on the radio

no matter how busy he is, running around the house to gather what he needs for the day, he will always stop and grab you to hold you in his arms to kiss your forehead while wishing you a good day and leaving. one time he forgot because he was in such a rush that when he came back, he quickly kicks off his shoes and runs up to you to embrace you tightly

let’s you sleep in his lap as he finishes up late night assignments during which you find yourself falling asleep as he rubs his hand down your back. kisses your temple at random intervals as he works while simultaneously making sure that you’re getting enough rest, too

Kaeya

flirts with you constantly, saying that whoever was dating you was so lucky and won at life (spoiler alert: he’s dating you and still he still can’t believe it’s true). he will not be afraid to use cheesy pick-up lines or puns having to do with what’s around you

when standing beside each other his hand is always at your waist, pulling you close to him as you show him something on your phone. presses his fingers down to tickle you sometimes as he basks in your laughter with that look he gives only to you

tells you about his past and let’s you see his eye that’s covered most times with his hair or a band that matches his outfits for the day. trusts that you won’t say anything to anyone and that trust is what tells you how much he loves you

Venti

sings to you almost everyday, mostly during the night when you can’t sleep from the stress of school and life in general. he has dedicated a song to you and stood outside of your window to sing it out loud. you had to run outside and shush him because he was disturbing the neighbors, so he sings it to you inside your place which he does in a much softer manner

stares at you adoringly for no reason and laughs it off when you point it out, admiring the surprise on your face before he takes it to press kisses all over. accompanying this, he winks whenever he sees you with that bright smile of his

sends you things he finds funny, ranging from videos online or documentations of his classes with the other mondstadian students. with those messages he sends an “i want to see you” decorated with a variety of hearts and replies with a picture of him pouting when you say there’s still class

Xiao

brings you to his favorite spot high on a hill when it’s nighttime to stargaze. he holds you close and even so when the wind picks up, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as he tells you he loves you. him saying it is uncommon as the words are translated into his everyday actions for you

he catches you when you trip on something or nothing and when you fall off a ledge. it scares him in thinking you might have gotten hurt and you can feel how secure his grip is on you which he loosens immediately after just in case it was too tight

he relaxes when you hug him and you can feel the muscles in his back untense when he realizes it’s you. he used to feel uncomfortable with skinship but nowadays he lifts his hand to place it on your arm, turning his head to signal that he wants to kiss you

Zhongli

he knows how much you like his voice is so he’ll read your notes or a book he’s reading out loud even if you don’t ask him to. will make it a point to say good morning when he first wakes up, the huskiness in his voice more intense during those times as he says it by your ear

leaves little gifts for you to find here and there, not necessarily telling you how or where he got them from but you can tell they’re expensive. the notes he leaves tells you of their craftsmanship and he relates it you what he adores about you

makes you tea when you’re stressed from work and such and he doesn’t bother you while you work, although he is always welcome to cuddling with you when you are finished. you can walk out into your living space to find him reading on the couch with his glasses on and once he catches sight of you, he opens his arms with an inviting smile on his face

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