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euphorajeon · 7 months

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oh, the joy of having jeon jeongguk as a boyfriend | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, slight smut | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 0.8k

— warnings: sleeveless jk, suggestive themes, usual boxer!jk and his gf shenanigans hahaha

— summary: you just want one bite.

— author's note: pls tell me im not the only one heavily affected by his vogue photoshoots D:

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“Just one, please?”

You’ve been at this for the past fifteen minutes. The first five you spent leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth on your cheek from the skin-on-skin contact. He was still unaware of your intentions, thinking it was just a silent gesture to initiate physical touch. He’d put his arm around you then, squeezing you further into his side.

The second five minutes you spent tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers. You paid special attention to your favorites—the tiger lily, the Winners Never Quit wording, and the recently-discovered moon on his shoulder (which you recolored with your own mouth some weeks ago)—and gripped his arm a bit tighter when you got to his bicep. The black tank top he’s wearing gives you too much of an easy access that you didn’t realize when you start squeezing your boyfriend’s bicep repeatedly like it’s your own personal stress ball.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s question triggered your next course of action, which you have been doing for the last one-third portion of the aforementioned fifteen minutes.

“Can I bite your arm?” was your opening line. When he blinks blankly, you continue with a paraphrased question, though it doesn’t really cease Jeongguk’s confusion: “Just one bite, please?”

“Why would you wanna bite my arm?” The puzzled look on Jeongguk’s face deepens, his thick eyebrows furrowing and scrunching up his face. A sliver of recognition flashes across his eyes as he squints at you in suspicion. “Are you horny again?”

“No, no.” You’re quick to deny. “It’s just—“ You give the bicep in your grasp yet another squeeze, watching, fascinated, as the skin bounces firmly in your hand. “—so … big, so sexy, so … delicious.” There’s a giant drooling emoji in your head right now and Jeongguk can only stare in part amusement and part confusion at his entranced girlfriend.

“Please, one bite?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes jump from your pleading eyes to your pouting lips, a tiny smile playing at the edge of his lips. The double piercing on the right side of his bottom lip taunts you, almost making you swerve to a whole new part of Jeongguk’s body to have between your lips and teeth. Oh, the joy of having a hot boyfriend.

“Okay.”

“Okay??”

“Okay, you can have one bite of my arm.”

You have your mouth on his arm not even a second after Jeongguk finishes his sentence. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, you’re careful to apply only a little pressure at the beginning before gradually adding more until you see Jeongguk grimacing from the corner of your eye. It’s his fault, though, for only giving you one bite of this big, sexy, and delicious inked arm. You’re just making the best use of the opportunity you were given.

In the seconds you spend attached to his arm, you think, why stop here? You could be doing so much more to this arm than just giving it a bite mark. So, with that in mind, you start to suck. The hiss Jeongguk lets out in surprise flashes something hot in your belly that you promptly ignore to continue your assault on his arm.

“I guess it’s kinda my fault, huh?” Jeongguk hums, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. The gesture seems sweet, innocent even, but the way he grips your nape after is anything but. “Always flaunting my tattoos, flexing my arms … even giving you surprise kisses. I wanted your attention and got more than what I asked for.” You pretend not to be affected by his words, now licking at the angry-red skin beneath the black ink. Jeongguk doesn’t need to know how much this is turning you on.

“I didn’t say anything about giving me a hickey, though.”

Jeongguk’s grip has moved from your nape to your hair, where he gives a slight tug to pull you away from his arm. When you look up, your blurry vision is met with Jeongguk’s piercing stare, making excitement course through your veins. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen—you just wanted to bite his arm, really—but if Jeongguk wants to teach you a lesson for what you did to him, you’d happily be a good student and accept whatever he decides to give you.

“Exactly,” you challenge him, grinning. “You didn’t say anything about it, therefore, there’s no reason for me not to give you a hickey.”

“Huh.” He squints his eyes. “You said you weren’t horny, didn’t you?” Your heart drops to your stomach as he leans forward to start tracing your neck with his nose, planting a tiny kiss on it. “So it won’t be a problem if I don’t let you cum while I use you to make myself cum, right?” The sickeningly-sweet smile on his lips contradicts the lewdness of his words. “You’re not horny so you don’t need to cum, am I right?”

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Oh, the joy of having Jeon Jeongguk as a boyfriend.

— a/n: thank you for reading! feedbacks here would be very much appreciated :D

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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hiiiii!

may i request a poly ghost face x male reader who has anger issues(but he's such a bottom its sickening) and like his anger issues make people think he's all tough and he's been to like psychiatric hospitals for seriously hurting people and its times to renew his medicine but the doctor is out or they don't have his medicine in stock, so for the next week he has to go without medication and he gets into multiple physical fights and by the end of the week he like breaks down and is like "i don't wanna be angry all the time" which leads to a sweet cuddle session nd praise from billy and stu as reader cries and soon falls asleep

thank you sm!

Billy Loomis x Male reader X Stu Macher

Headcanons

Reader is on the more muscular side in this.

You had a reputation around Woodsboro, as a no fucks, dangerous and angry meathead. It mainly stemmed from the fact that you got into a lot of fights when you were younger, and was sent away to a psychiatric hospital for a while to find the right dose and medicine to give you.

It didn’t help that you lifted weights, worked out, and did different martial arts to help settle the anger that always simmered inside your body. As puberty hit, you shot up like a beanstalk, and you packed on muscle like no one’s business.

Your parents supported you, since having an outlet helped a lot with your anger issues, as long as you took your medicine, which they always made sure was available.

Because of your reputation, no one dares to say anything when you, Billy and Stu start openly dating. People are mostly confused by someone as popular and attractive as Billy and Stu would wanna go out with someone as rough and off-putting, in their eyes, as you.

Your boyfriends love you very much though, and they don’t mind your tendency to resort to anger quicker than most. Billy probably finds it hot to be honest, and Stu always likes to lay on your bed and watch as you lift weights in one of you tank tops.

I can honestly see Billy pushing your buttons just enough to make a vein pop and for you to pin him down, just for him to smirk and wrap his legs around your waist. Hes a little shit, and likes the thrill, what can I say.

Stu has definitely made comments about how if you need an outlet, he doesn’t mind help you out, if you know what I mean ;) ;)

You always just roll your eyes and go for a run to cool off, or do some other hobby your therapist and psychologist recommended, like gardening, journaling or coloring.

Your week starts of shitty, when you run out of your meds. Your parents take you to your doctor to get a new dose, but they’re all out and don’t know what they’ll get their next shipment.

They promise to get in contact with you as soon as they have it, and you get sent on your way, arriving at school later in the day than normal.

The first day or two is fine, since your last dose is still in your system, but when that runs out you start getting agitated. You grind your teeth and crack your fingers, feeling fidgety and so annoyed and angry by everything.

Literally everything pisses you off, from the way people chew gum, to how loudly people close their lockers, or how people cut in front of you in line in the cafeteria.

Billy is the first to notice how tense and agitated you are, as you prowl around like a caged tiger, glaring at everyone and everything. Stu notices not long after when you just grumble and mutter when he tries to play flirt with you or wrap his arm around you.

You get into multiple fights that week, from someone calling Stu and Billy a slur because you three are openly in a relationship, to a guy who bumper checked you on the way to school.

Normally Billy and Stu would enjoy the show of strength and how hot you look, but they can both see how miserable it makes you feel, especially when you are sent home and suspended for an entire week.

When you return home, you stomp upstairs into your room and throw off your jacket and shirt and just get to work lifting weights until everything hurts, and even then, you don’t stop.

Normally lifting weights help at least take the edge off, but nothing is working, only frustrating you more and making you even more angry. It reaches the point where you just wanna cry from how angry you are.

You don’t even notice how you’ve been at it for hours until Billy and Stu arrive and see you hunched over with a dumbbell, arms shaking from how far you’ve pushed yourself.

You are just scowling though, barring your teeth as you push yourself harder and harder, eyes shiny from unshed tears and very dehydrated from working yourself so hard.

Billy goes off to get you something to drink, some clean clothes and a wet washcloth, as Stu goes about getting the weight out of your hand and making sure you are at least okay. When he asks if you are okay, it just all spills over.

You start sobbing and shaking with anger and misery, crying into Stus shoulder as Billy returns. He puts the things he brought aside, and they just hold you as you cry, choking out how you just don’t wanna be so angry anymore, how everything hurts and nothing helps.

Your two lovers just hold you through it, letting you get out as much as you need, before they sit you up and Billy wipes you down with the wet cloth, and Stu gets you to drink the entire water bottle Billy brought to get you hydrated.

Stu holds you again as Billy gets the bed ready, and they pull you under the sheets as they cuddle up on either side of you, keeping you between them as they hold you close.

Because sure, they find your anger hot, but they hate how much pain it causes you. Cue lots of sweet cuddles and kisses from both, but the kisses are mostly from Stu as Billy mumbles all kinds of praise and compliments into your ear from behind.

I could imagine them also massaging your arms because of how hard you strained them, and their combined love and attention makes the anger lessen. It doesn’t go away, it never does, but it’s enough to knock you out.

The hours of working out, a week full of stress, and dehydration quickly knocks you out, putting you to sleep between Billy and Stu as they just hold you.

They know they cant make your problems go away, even though they wish they could, but they will stay by your side the entire way, and will never let you struggle alone.

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 4 months

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Child Support

Shroud: Meow! (Jumps up onto Blake’s bed and sits on Blake’s stomach) MeooooooooOoOow!

Blake: Ugh! Alright! Alright! I'm up! Just get your fluffy butt off of me. I swear. You've put on some weight recently, and it's making those ice picks you call legs dig deeper than normal.

Shroud: (hops off the bed and licks her paw nonchalantly before following Blake to the kitchen)

Blake: (puts a kettle of water on the stove and starts getting Shroud's breakfast ready. She glances at the sleek, black feline waiting patiently, amber eyes falling on the slight barrel in her belly) I don't know if you even need this. (cracks open can of wet catfood) You're getting chubby.

Shroud: (meows indignantly and visually huffs)

*Ding-Dong*

Blake: (Raises an eyebrow, glances at the apartment door, and back at Shroud) Did you invite someone over?

Shroud: (eyes glued to the bowl of food) Prrrrrrrrr.

Blake: (rolls eyes and places the cat's food bowl on the specialty feeding mat before answering the door) Hello?

Yang: (standing in the hallway confidently in a pair of orange cargo pants and white tank top, an absolute unit of a fluffy ginger tabby tucked under her arm) Hey! I'm Yang! Your new neighbor from down the hall. And this is Ember.

Ember: (purring contently as he's being carried around like a bag of feed)

Blake: Oh. Um. Hello. (Mentally: Oh, fuck! My new neighbor is hot!) My name is Blake.

Yang: Blake! Nice ta meetcha. Soooo... This is going to sound strange, but does a little black cat live here? Maybe female type?

Blake: (blinks and glances back into the apartment at Shroud eating peacefully) Y-Yes.... Why?

Yang: (shuffles and laughs awkwardly) Well, you see. A couple of weeks ago, I was out in the back courtyard with Ember here and got distracted. When I saw him next, he was...well...he was mounted up on a black cat. I tried to break them up, but she got away and scaled the fire escapes to a balcony on this side of the complex.

Blake: .....Mounted up?

Yang: They were fucking.

Blake: (jaw drops as she stares at the Goliath tabby and back at her substantially smaller black cat) Shroud! You little whore. I thought you were fixed! Is that why you're getting fat?

Shroud: (licks her chops before trotting over to the door) Meow.

Yang: Yeah, I thought Ember was neutered, too. He never sprayed or scratched at furniture or was ever aggressive!

Blake: (groans and covers her eyes) I'm more wondering how that miniature tiger of yours didn't smother her. No offense.

Yang: None taken. He's a big boy. (Whips Ember around so he's cradled in her arms but is still spilling over)

Blake: (sighs) Well, thank you for letting me know I have to deal with kittens in the coming months. I thought she was just getting fat.

Yang: Oh! There's more! (Slings Ember over her shoulder like a feather boa, reaches towards the wall, and pulls out a 50-pound bag of kitten food) Child support!

Blake: Oh, my. (Takes the bag with some difficulty) Um. Thank you. I appreciate it.

Yang: No problem! It's the least I can do considering my boy (pats Ember's side with solid thuds) got your little lady pregnant. (Reaches down and scritches Shroud under the chin)

Blake: (shocked)

Yang: So, I was thinking maybe we could check in with each other every once in a while? For the kittens! I'm willing to help.

Blake: (trying not to stare at Yang’s muscles) Right! For the kittens! That would be nice! Thank you.

Yang: Don't mention it! But I'll get out of your hair. My apartment is just down the hall, third door on the left, if you or Little Mama need anything. See ya around, Blake!

Blake: I'll see you around (closes the door and stares at Shroud in disbelief) You had to get knocked up by a damn near domesticated tiger whose owner is also a blonde bombshell?

Shroud: Meow (purrs and rubs up against Blake’s legs)

Blake: (sighs and picks up Shroud before moving to the couch) Let's get you a vet appointment.

Yang: (quickly sprints back to her apartment, locks the door, and holds Ember up to eye level) You just had to knock up the pretty little black cat who just so happens to have a hot owner, didn't you?

Ember: Mow

Yang: I am not a disaster!

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby #rwby crack post #child support #cats #ember celica #gambol shroud #halloween whombo combo #kittens

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rubyreduji · 11 months

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birthday presents for a tiger — ksy

summary: it’s your neighbor’s birthday, you decide to give him a gift

tags: smut (minors dni!), neighbors!au warnings: explicit unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, masturbation, praise, back scratching, creampie, reader calls soonyong tiger lol wc: 3.1k an: this trope has been done a million times, i do not give a shit this has been on my ideas list for months now so hap birth hosh

Ever since you moved into your town home you have been…intrigued with your neighbor, Kwon Soonyoung. (He introduced himself to you as ‘Hoshi’ and it took you almost two months to learn his real name).

On weekdays he gets up early and comes home late but on weekends he’s the life of the block. He has a good relationship with the people who live next to him—Seokmin on the right, Seungkwan on the left—and they can always be seen hanging out on their front porches. Besides those two, it seems that everyone likes Soonyoung and his friendly personality. You're included in that mix, but you can’t help but get easily annoyed at him as well.

You think his tiger paraphernalia is a bit of an eyesore and sometimes he can just get SO loud and you don’t even want to get started on his shameless flirting. From the day you two met, Soonyoung has tried to put the moves on you, laying the charm on thick and always coming up short. Sure, he’s an objectively good looking guy and you do admit he is quite charming at times, but you do not fold for men whose pick up lines consist of calling you his ‘tigress’.

The flirting isn’t always the worst though. He always compliments you, which is nice, and he never hesitates to jump to help you with anything you may need. You also get a good laugh out of it if you find one of his pick up lines particularly silly. Soonyoung’s face always lights up when you do laugh and you can’t help but find his chubby cheeks and squinted eyes adorable.

Then there was that one time you got stood up for a date and Soonyoung found you sitting on the curb, all dressed up and alone, and offered to make you tea. You two sat in his kitchen the whole night talking and you realized that he really is a sweet guy. Those feelings went away the next day when he wolf-whistled at you across the street, but you know, it’s a nice memory.

You tend to find the man most infuriating on hot summer nights, when he’s outside sharing a beer with Seokmin and Seungkwan, and he’s in nothing but a tank top and a pair of loose sweatpants. You may not be falling for his tiger growling he thinks is flirting, but you have found yourself daydreaming about his large hands and his plump lips and his toned arms and his pretty hair and yeah, you find your neighbor incredibly hot, so what? His hotness is outweighed by the annoyed feeling you get when you see him parading it around. Yes he’s sexy, he doesn’t need to show it off to everyone, especially unsuspecting bystanders like you. It’s not good for your heart. Or your panties.

The only thing worse than his porch hangout outfits is the day he helped you put your groceries away after helping you bring them in from your car. Your kitchen isn’t huge so there was minimal space for you two to work around each other, bumping into each other every so often. Then, THEN, as you were putting a can in your pantry, you felt his strong, thick body press up against your back. A shudder ran down your back and it stayed there when you felt his breath on your neck.

“Sorry,” he said innocently, “I’m assuming this goes here?”

It took you a moment to realize he was holding a package of instant noodles, reaching for a shelf. You had to take a deep breath to calm yourself before telling him yes. He then put the noodles on the shelf and pulled away, leaving you disappointed, wanting to feel him up against you even more. Feel him inside of you. After he left you ran up to your room to shove your hands down your soaked panties, furiously rubbing your clit until you came with his name on your lips.

Ever since then you’ve been slightly avoiding Soonyoung, while also trying to catch glimpses of him out your window. Luckily, Soonyoung is a ‘windows open’ person and it’s not hard to see into his house from your bedroom window across the street. At some point you realized that stalking him isn’t going to fix your problem and that just maybe you have to admit you have a crush on him back. You can’t tell him that though, after shooting down his flirting for over a year now. If anything, you want to avoid him even more.

The world has a funny way of working though, and avoiding him becomes impossible when you receive his mail in your mailbox. It’s a cute blue envelope with a tiger doodled on the front and when you turn it over it’s addressed to Hoshi, no last name, just ‘Hoshi”.

You can’t exactly put it into his mailbox because the mail boxes at your town home have locks on them which means you’re forced to give it to him in person. You quickly check your appearance before heading across the street to Soonyoung’s home. You knock on his front door and you wait for thirty seconds at most before the door is swinging open.

“Oh, Y/N. Hi. I haven’t seen you around recently, I was getting kind of worried to be honest.” Fuck that’s so sweet of him. Damn it, why is he so cute?

“You could have texted me, you have my number,” you say, a bit of a cool tone laced in your voice to try and push your thoughts down.

Soonyoung just chuckles. “Well, I’ll keep that in mind if you go MIA again. So, what brings you around? Do you want to come in? I can make some tea.”

“No, no, I just had to give you this.” You hold the envelope out. “It ended up in my mailbox.”

“Oh, thank you!” Soonyoung takes the envelope and opens it right in front of you. “It’s my birthday card from my friend Jun!”

“I didn’t know it was your birthday. If I had known I could have baked you a cake or something.”

“Don’t worry, my birthday isn’t for another two days. You can wish me happy birthday then.” Soonyoung shoots a wink at you and you ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest.

“Yeah, okay. In two days then.”

Well no backing out now, you think as you hit send on the text.

You: happy birthday soonyoung You: look out the window ;)

It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to appear in his bedroom window, his jaw dropping and his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

You’re sitting on your bed in front of your own bedroom window in nothing but a set of lacy black lingerie and a sheer robe over it. You wave at Soonyoung and he shyly waves back, his eyes still trained to your partly exposed figure.

You pick up your phone and hit call on Soonyoung’s number and you see the man scramble to answer the call, nearly dropping his phone twice as he does.

“H-hello?”

“Happy birthday Soonie.”

“I-” You see Soonyoung swallow, before running a hand through his hair. “Is this my present?”

“Yeah, do you like it?” You stand up from your bed so you can remove your robe, giving Soonyoung a show as you do. You trail your fingers over the garters hugging your thighs before trailing them up your leg to rest on the waistband of the panties.

“Yes. So much.” Soonyoung’s voice is already a little breathy and you can see his fingers resist the urge to palm himself through his pants. “Fuck Y/N. You look so pretty.”

“All for you, tiger.” The name slips off your tongue and Soonyoung is groaning instantly. “I can show you even more if you want?” Your reach around to unclasp your bra, holding it to your chest not to reveal anything just yet.

“Please. I want to see you. All of you. Have for a long time. I need it.” You figured Soonyoung would be whiney in bed, but you weren’t expecting him to be this whiney. If you’re being honest, it definitely turns you on even more.

“Anything for the birthday boy.” You drop your arms, your bra falling with them. Your tits spill out into the open and Soonyoung whimpers on the other end of the call. You shake your chest a bit to tease Soonyoung even more and he finally lets his resolve go, reaching down to palm at his already half hard cock.

You chuckle as you watch him rub himself, staring at your chest. You reach up and squeeze your tits, pushing them together before letting them go, allowing them to bounce back in place. It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to discard his pants, pushing them to the floor.

While Soonyoung is hastily stripping you move to your bed, kneeling on the mattress with your thighs spread to give Soonyoung a view of what’s between them. You reach down and start to rub yourself there, two fingers against your clit. The rough lace of your panties feels nice against the sensitive bud and it doesn’t take long for the fabric to be thoroughly soaked with your juices.

“I’m so wet Soonyoung,” you say. You pull your panties to the side so you can show off your dripping cunt.

“Holy shit,” Soonyoung wheezes out. “Y/N your pussy is so pretty. Wanna taste it.”

“Aww, Soonie, do you wanna eat my cunt? Taste my arousal all over your tongue?” You dip your fingers down into your pussy, spreading your slick over your folds. You bring your fingertips back to your clit, rubbing there again. You know that this is all for Soonyoug, but you have needs too, and you need some kind of friction to soothe the ache in your cunt.

Across the street Soonyoung is shoving his hand down his boxers before pulling his cock out from the waistband. You lick your lips at the sight. His tip is an angry red color and while his length looks average, his cock is fat and you want to feel how heavy it is against your tongue. You wonder if he would be down to 69 so you get the best of both worlds.

Your fingers work at your clit faster, needing to find your release soon or else you’ll go crazy. You can feel your cunt get wetter and wetter as you touch yourself. When you look out your window it’s clear that Soonyoung isn’t doing much better. His fist is pumping his cock fast and rough and you can hear his moans through your phone speaker.

The sight pulls a moan from your own lips. You decide at that moment you need Soonyoung in you more than anything.

“Soonyoung,” you mewl out. “Please come fuck me. I need it. Spare key is under the planter on my porch. Please.”

At your words Soonyoung is quickly shoving his dick back into his boxers and pulling his pants back on. He’s out of sight within seconds and it barely takes him a minute to be throwing your bedroom door open. You’ve moved so you’re laying back in the bed and Soonyoung quickly sheds his pants again before crawling over your body.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” Soonyoung mutters before crashing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down even more so his body rests on top of yours. You can feel his cock rub up against you through his boxers and you cant your hips up to gain even more friction.

Soonyoung’s lips move against yours messily but neither of you care, too frantic to make the moment tender. You feel his tongue slip between your lips, hot and wet, and you allow him to explore your mouth. He doesn’t stay there long, too desperate to get his mouth on other parts of your body.

Soonyoung trails wet kisses down your neck to your tits where he sucks on into his mouth, his tongue running around your nipple. His hands continue to move down your body until one drags against your slit and you gasp loudly, bucking your hips into his touch.

“Ah, Soonie, please.” You tug at his hair to get his attention. He pops his mouth off your tit and looks up at you with wide eyes, panting a bit.

“Baby?” The nickname has you groaning and you never want him to call you anything different.

“I need you to fuck me, tiger. Right now.”

Soonyoung nods, now determined to make your wishes come true. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before tearing your panties down your legs and throwing them behind his back onto the floor. You can see the way his eyes linger on your cunt for a second and you know he wants to dive in and have a meal, but he stops himself, moving to line himself up to your entrance.

His tip rubs at your slit for a moment, teasing your folds, before he finally pushes in. You let out a long, deep moan as you feel his thick cock stretch out your walls and bury itself in you balls deep. Your walls squeeze him tight and Soonyoung looks like he’s also struggling not to cum on the spot.

He allows both of you time to adjust before he pulls his hips back so just his tip is in you, only to slam right back into you. You throw your head back, your back arching away from the mattress. Soonyoung leans down again to kiss at your chest. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight so he can continue to pound into your velvety heat.

“Shit baby, I knew you would feel amazing, but this is heaven,” Soonyoung mumbles against your chest. “God you look so pretty like this, speared on my cock as I fuck you open.” He moves his mouth up to your neck, burying his face there. Just like that day back in your kitchen, you feel his hot breath on your neck, and it still sheds shivers down your spine. Only this time, you don’t have to get yourself off to relieve the ache in your core.

You bring your hands up to claw at Soonyoung’s back, digging your nails into his skin. You know you’re going to leave marks, and you file the thought of how hot you find that away for later. You can feel your lower stomach tense, signaling you’re close to your orgasm.

You wrap your legs around Soonyoung’s hips, pulling him into you farther. Soonyoung’s tongue is licking long stripes up your neck in between sucking at the skin and your skin tingles at the way you can feel him all over (and in) you.

“Tiger,” you pant out, “so close.”

“Me too,” Soonyoung mumbles. “Where do I-”

“Inside. Cum inside me Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung growls, full on rumbles in your ear before his hips speed up their pace, fucking you even harder than before. You reach down between your bodies to rapidly rub at your clit and it only takes a few more seconds for you to completely let go, your legs tightening around Soonyoung as your clenches down.

Soonyoung’s teeth bite down on your shoulder, blood rushing to the surface of the skin, as his hips slow down, his slit pouring his thick, white cum into your cunt. When he pulls out of you, you can feel his cum slide out of you as well and onto your mattress.

Your pussy feels empty without him and you want him in you again instantly. You tell him so and Soonyoung is quick to turn you over, pulling your ass into the air. His still hard cock rubs against your ass cheeks a few times before he’s pushing into you once more.

The thirst in your mind and in your pussy is quenched at the feeling of him filling you up again. You wiggle your ass against him a bit to get him to move and Soonyoung lets out a soft laugh before starting to roll his hips in and out of you. His large hands envelope your ass cheeks, palming at the fat there. The combination of his cock brushing against your g-spot and his hands kneading your ass has your mind fogged with a pleasant hum and you feel content to do this all day.

Soonyoung, on the other hand, seems to have other plans in mind, wanting to get both of you to orgasm again. His hips snap into yours at a quick pace and your mind is so distracted with the pleasure you’re feeling you nearly forget to breathe.

You feel Soonyoung trail his hand down your back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You bury your body further into the mattress, your back bending even more as you press your front down and your ass up.

“You’re so good to me,” Soonyoung huffs between grunt, “best birthday present in a while.”

“Tiger, Soonie, you feel so good in me. Love your cock,” you babble, not completely coherent. Nobody can blame you though, not with the way Soonyoung keeps rutting his cock into you so his tip hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“Shit,” Soonyoung whines, “gonna cum again.”

You know it hasn’t been long since Soonyoung started fucking you again, but if you’re being honest you’re close as well. Soonyoung reaches around your body to play with your clit, abusing the nub with his harsh rubs. You can’t do much other than clench down and let out labored breaths. It seems to be enough for Soonyoung though because his fingers slow down as you feel his hips stop moving as well. Soonyoung seems to realize his fingers have lessened in pace and he quickly goes back to frantically trying to get you off as he’s still cumming in you. You’re not sure how he can cum more than he did previously, but you’re not complaining, enjoying the full feeling he’s leaving in your cunt.

The feeling of his cum sitting in your pussy has your body shaking, your walls fluttering as you reach your peak. You mewl out Soonyoung’s name as your muscles give out, your body slumping to the bed. Soonyoung pulls his cock from you and flops down next to you, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he catches his breath.

“I- thank you,” Soonyoung says and you laugh slightly. “I’m not joking, that was like the best birthday present ever.”

You move so you can nuzzle your head against Soonyoung’s shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “So you don’t want the cake I baked you earlier?”

You feel Soonyoung’s chest rumble as he giggles. “How about we eat the cake, and then I eat you out after?”

You smile. “I don’t think my presents can get any better than that.”

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deblklesb · 6 months

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[I Want You So Bad — Ellie x Reader, Pt. 1]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, fluff MDNI] (part 2 here)

Summary: Ellie likes you so much, and it's crazy how you don't even notice it.

a/n: omg i finally did it!!!! it took me too long, so sorry anon, but it's finally here!! its a two part thing, I'll post part2 soon! hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!

cw: fluff and pining. as always i don't want minors interacting.

not proof read | reblogs are highly appreciated

It's a painfully hot day in Jackson, Ellie is wondering how Shimmer is doing down in the barn and contemplating about going there to spend some time with her beloved horse. The sun gives everything an extra glimmer and the roads hold small puddles of fata morganas, amusing her as always - astronomy it's her main target of curiosity but physics it's there too.

While she fixes her shoelaces and checks her pockets for the keys, she also looks at the small handmade candy wrapped in a simple paper, standing on the bench next to her door. The grocery brings back delightful memories of when you runned up to her with the cutest smile, a hand in her direction.

"Ellie, I made this candy from a recipe I found in one of those books, took some for you", you had no idea how that gesture reached the Williams girl right into the heart.

"Oh, thanks…!" She looked down at the brownish treat. It seemed to be so tasteful and you were known amongst your friends to be a very talented cook.

"So, are you coming to the Tipsy Bison tonight?" You put your hands in your back pockets. Ellie could only see a part of your tattoo coming out of your short sleeve, wondering what the entirety of it would look like.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. If I can finish all my tasks", she would definitely drop them if that meant to see you.

"Okay, cool! See ya later, then", and just like that you left with a small wave and a sweet smile.

Inside, Ellie beat herself up for not asking something like "oh do you want me there?" to slightly make a move and test the waters. You would always leave her speechless, lagging, absolutely fumbling on her words to even put a goof full sentence out.

On this incredibly hot day, she thinks it's finally the time to maybe taste your candy. She hasn't done it yet because… Maybe because she was holding onto the mere fact that you thought about her and went out of your way to give her some handmade candy. It was such a sweet act, it made her daydream for days and literally kick her feet when laying on her bed that night, thinking about your pretty eyes and cute lips.

Deciding to save for that night, she finally heads out to the hot weather and bright sun. The sunglasses she found on a supply run unfortunately were broken, she could make good use of them now.

It didn't take long to reach the barns, the shadow of the roof presenting a hope to cool down. The horses seemed to not mind the heat that much, and today was bathing day.

"Morning, Els", Pedro, a 15 year-old boy waved at her. She smiled back, finally facing Shimmer on her usual spot. But the horse wasn't alone.

In the barn, a brush in hand, stands you. Mindlessly stroking Shimmer's fur in circles, your back is not fully out since you're still with a tank on but Ellie can finally see the rest of your tattoo; it's a big tiger, an image mostly on your back with just a paw sticking on your front, under the clavicle - the part Ellie could always see. Today, it moves as your muscles do the same and you murmur a random melody, eyes careful to put the attention on the horse's fur.

The brunette has to take a deep breath before proceeding into the barn, trying to pull out that chill, laid back facade to hide the way you make her almost melt into a puddle.

"Hey, see you got up early today" She has you stopping on your tracks to look over your shoulder, immediately smiling fondly when seeing her.

"Yeah, I got the bathing job today so I didn't want to leave it until later", dirt falls from Shimmer's fur as you brush it. She's not the dirtiest one usually, but after some runs between the last bath and this one a significant amount of dirt is coming off. "Where have you been putting her to, by the way?"

"Oh, we found an old ranch somewhere west and I decided to let her run around a bit. It made a big cloud of dirt around her", Ellie chuckles as she gets closer from the horse, patting her neck. "This big girl enjoyed herself very much"

"Well, that's good, though", you go back into looking straight to your front, oblivious to how Ellie's gaze falls on your tranquil figure.

She captures the bridge of your nose and your adorable cheeks, the ones she just wanna kiss all the time so badly. Your hair, away from your face today, your attractive lips and the prettiest eyes she has ever seen. With your back to the barn's door, you almost glow in front of the light coming from outside. Like a divine vision, straight out of a fantasy book, demanding to be worshiped by the auburn haired girl. She feels her chest tightening and that feeling spreading to her arms and stomach, like it always does when she's around you; a visceral need to touch you in any possible way.

Shimmer ruffs and bumps her snout into Ellie's face, almost like she's calling her back to Earth.

"Easy", Ellie chuckles again, now trying to hide the last moment. From who? She doesn't know, there's just you, her and the horses here, but she feels so exposed whenever she's around you.

"It might sound crazy, but I do believe these horses have personality", you suddenly comment, turning to grab a comb.

"Right?! Oh, Jesse keeps saying I am crazy, that they're just horses, but I do feel this too! One time Shimmer laughed when she saw me fall. Like, a horse laugh, but I swear it was a laugh", and just like that, Ellie's loosening up.

Your laugh fills the space as you stand next to Shimmer to comb her black tail. Now facing your back again, Ellie takes in how your back muscles press your dark tank top and how your waist seems to call her hands to grab it, hold you from behind close to her chest. The desire to have your scent consuming her mind is so strong, she thinks she might actually pass out.

This is getting so out of hand.

"So", she clears her throat, looking around for another comb to work on Shimmer's mane. "Are you going to be here all day?"

"Tipsy Bison at six", you don't even care to look back at her, focused on the tail.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Yeah, very well, actually", you chuckle. "Tomorrow I have nothing in the morning, so I can compensate"

"Oh… I thought we could, y'know…", she's trying to collect the millions of thoughts running around her mind at the same time, trying to not fuck this up. "Have a sleepover one of those nights… When you're free, I mean… But we don't have to if you don't want it- it was just an idea"

"It's a great idea!" The way you smile, turning to look at her, has her heart clenching. It's so genuine and sweet, just like you always do whenever you see her coming around and go compliment her. Do you even know the way she loses balance at each one of those acts? "The last sleepover was so long ago. We should call Dina and Jesse too"

"Yeah, absolutely", she rests her head on Shimmer's neck when you turn your attention to the tail again, cursing silently.

The rest of Shimmer's bath was calm, you both kept talking about whatever. At one point, when Ellie was rinsing the horse's back legs, Shimmer just threw her tail on the girl's face, making you laugh out loud and the auburn haired girl look stunned.

In the end you both got out a little cooled down due to splashes of water, past midday after bathing all horses. It was easier with two people, after all.

"So, I guess I'll let you get going to change and go to work…"

"Aren't you coming to the Bison tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll pass by", she tried to sound chill and nonchalant, not revealing how she always planned to go there as long as she wasn't patrolling.

"Okay, see you there then!" And you fucking leaned to kiss her on the cheek, smiling while you waved goodbye and turned in your street, leaving Ellie dumbfounded.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

If a stare could create holes, Jesse and Dina would cause trypophobia in anyone. Ellie was sitting across from them on the table, holding a beer bottle so tightly that it could break at any giving moment. Standing next to the table was you, listening to their shitty excuses about not being able to attend to the sleepover, oblivious to their real intentions.

"Oh, I get it, it's fine. Guess it'll be just me and Ellie then", you shrug, smiling to the auburn haired girl. She smiles back immediately under your gaze. "We'll, I have to go back to behind the counter, go talk to me if y'all need anything"

And she stares at your back while you walk away, always looking so fine while handling the objects behind the long wooden table.

"You're welcome, by the way", it's Jesse who says it, smirking.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in public", she groans, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, come on! It will be nice having her all by yourself for a night, uh? Then you can silently pin over her while pretending to pay attention to some random ass movie", Dina is looking up like she's pondering the scenario.

"Shut up", her hands start to sweat with anticipation, all the possibilities running through her mind.

What you'll be wearing, what you both will watch, if you are going to sleep next to her, if she'll be able to hold you close absolutely in a friendly way, if you'll laugh and have a good time with her. Ellie thinks about the tragedies implicated in being alone with you for the whole night, how embarrassing it can be, how she'll combust just by looking at you so closely, yet, so far.

"Stop overthinking. Just wear those flannels, she likes it"

"No, she does not!" Her face warms up, because of the alcohol, of course.

"She already complimented you ten times about that shirt", Jesse points out.

It was true, though. And each and every time, Ellie almost melted into a puddle in front of your chaste gaze. If you only knew what ran through her mind when she looked at you…

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

This was messy, and Ellie didn't know what to do anymore.

At some point of the night, you decided to play a game and Ellie just agreed - because what could go wrong? Not going far from the known route, you opted for a Q&A game in which each one asked a question and the other one had to answer it or respond with another question. It would be nice and silly, if the given situation wasn't hard enough for Ellie.

You were sitting in front of her, legs crossed on the couch, in a tank top and the smallest shorts Ellie has ever seen you on - which was cool, it was okay, she could manage that because she was already used to holding her shit together next to you. But everytime you moved around, for some reason, that night, she just wanted to pull you close once and for all. An inexplicable energy was emerging from the whole situation and she couldn't grasp it properly, but it made her restless.

Her hands tingle whenever you lightly hold her arm or her leg, she starts to wonder why you were so touchy generally, but tonight more than ever. An indescribable feeling comes from her guts each time you laugh and lean on. She might as well be going crazy.

So, it was already hard enough. But then you asked her if she was currently into some girl around town and that was the first time Ellie responded with another question.

"Why do you wanna know?" It sounded like she was caught off guard, and that bought your attention.

"I was just curious… But your answer makes me think that you actually are", you smirk, playful.

"I didn't say I was"

"Didn't say you weren't either", damn you for being clever.

"But that doesn't mean anything…" The auburn haired girl looked away, resting her arm on the back of the couch.

"Is it Dana?"

"No" Dana was another woman that regularly worked on the Tipsy Bison. She was pretty and polite, but Ellie wasn't interested in her - not with you around. And she was so desperate to direct the conversation somewhere else that she missed the way your voice changed.

"So there is someone, it's just not Dana?"

"Why are you so interested?"

Why were you so interested? It was because of the game, right? Your only concern now was the fact that Ellie didn't answer your initial question, so you had to dig to the bottom of this topic. That sudden sting on your stomach when thinking about Ellie pining over Dana was just the prospect of your close friend having a crush on your coworker and not telling you. Absolutely.

It probably had nothing to do with the way you were weirdly infatuated by Ellie tonight, with her hair on a bun and a halfway buttoned up flannel - with nothing but a top underneath it. Or how she seemed to glow under the warm light of her room and her presence brought the biggest comfort you've ever felt in weeks. Or how her lips seemed so attractive right now, calling for your sight when she nervously bit the bottom one. Little scars were splared around her face amongst the freckles, gifts from a bunch of branches that accidentally crashed into her face once, during a patrol.

"Because… I'm your friend and I would like to know when you're interested in someone. I mean, we tell this type of stuff to each other, right?"

Not all the stuff, Ellie thought.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, you actually have never told me something like that"

"That, my beloved, is because I have nothing to tell. You know it, I'm not interested in anybody as for now"

"Or for any other time on this town"

"Ouch!" You chuckled, lightly punching her shoulder. "You're not getting away from this topic. I'll name every woman our age and you'll tell me when it's the one"

The auburn haired girl tried very hard not to express any compromising expressions, especially after the list ended and you didn't say your own name.

You couldn't think of any other person that fit into the category, and that was odd. Because if there was someone, then it should be one of those.

"Oh, you're lying!"

"I'm not!"

"You just said 'no' to every single name"

"That's the reality of the situation"

"But there is someone?!"

"You said that, not me", she shrugged.

"Alright", you seemed resigned, looking away from her green eyes. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine"

A sting got it right into Ellie's chest. She liked you too much to let you be this way, but at the same time she didn't want to tell you. The amount of terrible things that could happen; losing you and your friendship was at the top of this list, and it was bad enough.

"It's not it, I swear", Ellie collected all the strength to softly hold your face; now she was doing it as your friend who didn't want to see you sad. She turned it so you could face her, stare at her eyes full of vivid green. "I swear, you didn't say the name"

"Okay", you sigh, trying to understand what was that feeling on your stomach that grew while her fingers still supported your chin.

"Now… Wanna watch another movie?" Her thumb caressed your face with tenderness, inside she hoped this made you less uneasy.

"Yeah", it got cold when she retracted her hands to reach for the DVD options you both picked for tonight. "You can chose it now"

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

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sgstories123 · 8 months

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Jaz in her FBT

“Hi Jaz!”

Jaz looked up as she opened the door to her HBD flat. Lincoln was slumped in the sofa, a Tiger in his hand, as he greeted her lazily. Her brother laid flat on the other end of the sofa, with his hands and legs spread out, dangling from the sofa. His shirt was rolled up halfway, exposing his abs and his trail of pubic hair. Several empty cans of Tiger were on the table and floor.

“Booked out from camp yesterday?” Jaz asked. When she went for her morning jog at 7 am, she had not seen her brother or Lincoln. They must have gone somewhere after booking out before coming back to her flat while she was out.

Lincoln looked at Jaz and his cock stirred. She was dressed in a red FBT ladies tank top, her sweat glistening from her toned, bronze body. There were dark patches, outlining her sports bra. As Jaz turned around, he could see her long, slender legs extending from her black FBT shorts. Her ass was wrapped tightly against the black FBT shorts, her two perfect globes swaying gently as she moved towards him, putting down her packet of breakfast of Chee Cheong Fun on the table next to Lincoln.

“Yeah. We went out with Hazel and stayed at her place till this morning.” Lincoln replied.

Lincoln was her brother’s good friend at the polytechnic. They were posted to the same unit for their NS and often went out together during their book-outs. Hazel was their friend at the polytechnic too but she is also her brother’s current girlfriend. Jaz did not particularly like Hazel as she thought she was a little bit of a bimbo. Hazel was often on TikTok wearing tight, revealing clothes and spouting nonsense in a fake accent.

“Is he drunk? Or just sleeping?” Jaz nodded towards her brother.

“Both. He drank quite a bit but he did not sleep much last night, so he might be also tired.” Lincoln replied.

Jaz sat down next to Lincoln and took up a can of the cold beer. Maybe Chee Chiong Fun for breakfast was a wrong choice. A can of cold beer after her morning job seemed more palatable. “So what was he so busy with that he did not sleep last night?” Jaz asked, taking a sip of the cold beer.

“Your brother was fucking Hazel throughout the night, releasing all his accumulated sperm for the week.” Lincoln smiled naughtily. “She was moaning so loudly that her voice became hoarse and couldn’t speak properly this morning.”

“How you know? You watched them fucking?” Jaz asked, putting the cold beer can on her cheeks. She could feel her body getting warm.

“Yeah. They were doing it throughout the night in the bedroom with the door open. It was a free show.” Lincoln laughed.

“You never join them.” Jaz felt her love juices flowing as she imagined her brother and Hazel fucking through the night. She put the cold beer can between her thighs to relieve the desire emanating from her lower body, her FBT shorts drenched in the cold condensation. She seemed to be perspiring again, as she felt her sweat dripping off her forehead.

Lincoln inched closer towards Jaz. “Of course I want to, but Hazel is your brother’s girlfriend. Can watch but cannot touch.” He put his hand around Jaz and pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheeks. “But I can touch you and fuck you, right?”

“What the fuck!” Jaz pushed Lincoln away.

“What’s wrong, Jaz? It is not the first time we kissed.” Lincoln edged closer.

“That was only because I lost a bet.” Jaz had betted with Lincoln several months ago that her brother and Hazel will break up once he got enlisted in NS. Jaz did not think that Hazel is someone who would be serious in any relationship. But she was surprised when after 3 months, they were still together.

Lincoln had asked for a kiss for winning the bet. Jaz had tried to wriggle her way out of the bet but Lincoln had been insistent. Two weeks ago, when Lincoln was at their place and her brother was taking a bath, she allowed him to kiss her. It was a long kiss, with Lincoln tongue wrestling her for almost 10 minutes. Jaz thought it was a little too much of a sacrifice for a bet but she did enjoy it somewhat as Lincoln was a good kisser. She almost wanted to fuck him then as she was so aroused at the end of the kiss. But she did not tell him or anyone about it.

Jaz shook herself free of the memory of Lincoln’s kiss and her lust. She drained her beer in one gulp and stood up. She walked to the kitchen and took down the plates from the top of the kitchen sink. Lincoln followed her and hugged her from behind. He kissed the back of her neck, stroking her hair gently. He drew a line seductively with his finger, from the top of her ear down to her upper back, just above her tank top. He pressed himself against her back and rubbed his body against her.

She wanted to push him away but did not. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe she was aroused from the story on how her brother had been having sex with Hazel the whole night. Or maybe she had not gotten over how Lincoln had kissed her. Her knees grew weak and she held on to the kitchen sink for support, sighing softly.

Lincoln sensed the change and held on to her even more tightly, his arm around her waist as he bent her forwards. He turned her head upwards, giving her the kiss that she had been waiting for, his tongue doing its magic, exploring and lighting up every nook and cranny in her mouth. Jaz gave up resisting and opened her mouth wider to receive him.

Lincoln unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock. He pressed it hard against her black FBT shorts, sliding between the two perfect globes of her ass. Jaz could feel the hard, warm cock pressing against her ass. She turned around and was surprised at the size of Lincoln’s cock. It was much larger than her ex.

“I am going to fuck you and empty one week’s worth of semen into you.” Lincoln whispered.

“No. You are too big.” Jaz cried, her heart pounding so hard that she was feeling faint.

Lincoln slid his hands between Jaz’s thighs. Moving upwards, he parted the inner lining of her FBT shorts and reached her smooth slit easily. Jaz was not wearing any panties and had shaved her pussy. What a whore, Lincoln smiled to himself.

Jaz was already wet, her juices overflowing from her vagina. As Lincoln’s fingers rubbed against her smooth, lubricated lower lips, they easily entered her. Jaz’s gasped as the fingers filled her waiting hole. As Lincoln started to finger fuck her, Jaz moaned louder, her body rocked forward uncontrollably in simulated love-making.

“I want to fuck you, please.” Lincoln whispered urgently. “My cock is not big. Your brother’s is much bigger and he could fuck Hazel all night long.”

“No, Lincoln.” Jaz gasped unconvincingly. “You have to stop now.” But her body was giving a different set of signals. Pleasure coursed through her lower body as Lincoln’s fingers thrust deeper into her. Her legs were hardly able to keep her standing.

Lincoln was pushing himself harder and faster against the smooth fabric of Jaz’s FBT shorts. He had wanted to stimulate Jaz until she allowed him to fuck her. But he could not hold back his orgasm that was threatening to overflow any moment. With one final thrust, he hugged her tightly, pushing her against the sink, her upper body bent forwards onto the kitchen top. He ejaculated streams of white semen all across Jaz’s black FBT shorts, marking Jaz as his prey. Some of it went further, tainting the red tank top and her hair with white globules of his semen.

Lincoln bent forwards to kiss Jaz. His cock still hard, he continued rubbing it against her black FBT shorts, now coated with his thick layer of semen. Still hugging her from behind, he pulled off Jaz’s tank top. He licked her body, tasting the salt off her bronze, toned body. He pushed up her sports bra, releasing the twin mounds of flesh as he squeezed them. As he continued to kiss her, his fingers alternated between stimulating her nipples and her cunt. Jaz was moaning louder, her body shaking and convulsing in pleasure.

“Let me fuck you.” Lincoln pleaded.

“No, Lincoln. I can’t take such a big cock.” Jaz moaned.

“But it is not so big. Come on, you are going to enjoy it.” Lincoln tried to convince Jaz. “Hazel was enjoying your brother’s large dick the whole of last night. Don’t you want some of that too?”

But Jaz was not even listening to Lincoln. She was moving close towards her release. She moaned loudly, her body arching upwards as she pushed her ass against Lincoln’s cock. Grasping the kitchen sink for support, she squirted all over the kitchen floor and Lincoln’s arm as her orgasm rocked through her body with pleasure.

Jaz slumped down from the kitchen sink, tired and satisfied.

Lincoln licked the sweet juice off his fingers. He had not given up yet. He stood nearer to Jaz, his erect cock in front of her face. “Look, I can give you even more pleasure by fucking you. It is not so big, much smaller than your brother’s. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“No. It is too scary. You are going to rip me in half.” Jaz argued but her eyes could not look away from the magnificent cock, with the thick veins coursing along the shaft and the large bulbous head peeking out proudly through the opening from the layer of cock skin. “I can give you a hand job instead.”

Jaz grabbed the thick, long cock. She stroked it slowly as it was already well lubricated from Lincoln’s semen. It was really too big as her hand could not even cover it completely.

Lincoln sighed in pleasure as Jaz’s soft warm hands engulfed his manhood. It felt so different from rubbing against the FBT shorts.

He closed his eyes and he moaned in pleasure. “Suck it, Jaz.”

Jaz licked the tip of the cock tentatively, sending a tingle of pleasure across Lincoln’s body as the warm tongue made contact. He held onto Jaz’s head instinctively, forcing her to take his cock deeper.

Jaz resisted, pushing Lincoln’s body away. But it was half-hearted effort on her part. She was too mesmerised by his cock to stop sucking it. She found herself wanting more of the cock, sucking deeper and more frequently. Finally, she took the whole cock in, the tip reaching the back of her mouth. Lincoln pumped himself faster into Jaz’s mouth and without warning, shot his second load of semen. Jaz gagged, trying to push herself away from Lincoln but he held onto her head tight. She had no choice but to swallow his semen, as his cock pulsated long, hot streams down her throat. As his pleasure left him, Lincoln released Jaz’s head. Her mouth was full of his semen, parts of it leaking out from the corner of her mouth. Lincoln smiled. Damn. That was so erotic like some Japanese porn.

Jaz laid on the floor, exhausted. She was still wearing her semen-stained black FBT shorts but her upper body was naked, except for the sports bra hanging round her neck. Lincoln admired her body and her small round breasts. His cock became hard again. He removed his remaining clothes and laid on top of Jaz, his hard cock rubbing against the front of her FBT shorts, knocking hard on its final destination, pleading to be let through the gates of pleasure.

“I want to fuck you, Jaz.” Lincoln pleaded again, as his hands squeezed her breasts.

Jaz was too tired to fight back. “Okay. But please do it slowly. You are too big.”

Lincoln pulled down her black FBT shorts and guided his hard cock into her waiting hole. It went in easily as her hole was already well lubricated with her love juice. Jaz moaned and her fingers dug into Lincoln’s back as pain and pleasure coursed through her. Lincoln eased himself slowly into her, kissing Jaz continuously as his cock reached deeper into her. His whole shaft completely engulfed within Jaz, he took a moment to enjoy the warmth around his cock before fucking her.

Jaz was moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Lincoln was glad that he already ejaculated twice. Jaz’s hole was so pleasurable, her smooth shaved pussy so erotic that he doubted he could have lasted long. Even then, he felt his orgasm approaching and with several deep thrusts, he ejaculated for the third time, his whole week’s worth of semen finally spent. He collapsed onto Jaz, as he hugged and kissed her.

Jaz was zombified. Everything around her was a blur. Lincoln’s cock had given her so much pleasure that now that it was over, everything seemed to become meaningless. It was like after the high of a drug had passed and everything lost colour.

“Thanks Jaz. I have always wanted to fuck you. Let’s do this again.” Lincoln stroked her hair as he got up and dressed himself.

Jaz did not know how long she stayed in the stupefied state but when she regained some strength, she realised her black FBT was missing. Lincoln must have taken it as a souvenir.

She walked out to the living room where her brother was still sleeping on the sofa. She had only her sports bra on. Her lower body was naked and Lincoln’s semen left a stain from her cunt all the way down her thighs.

She pulled down her brother’s jeans. Lincoln was right. Her brother had an even bigger cock. Her heart pounded hard and she could feel herself feeling faint again. Now she knew why Hazel stayed with her brother and why she lost the bet. Jaz felt her love juices overflowing from her vagina again. She inched her face forwards to take a closer look at her brother’s hard cock, taking in the musty smell. There was a strong hint of the vigorous love-making session the night before as she could detect the familiar scent of her brother’s semen.

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whatifwekissedatneocity · 5 months

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be with you

multiple bsd characters x reader. reader is gn (gender neutral).

about: dates with bsd characters. established relationship

featuring: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, ranpo

notes: atsushi is referred to as “jinko” (white tiger) in aku’s part

kiel notes: idk if you can tell whose part is more self indulgent LMAOOO managed this during writer’s block i think im a god. kidding

DAZAI — cosy colouring book date at home

dazai recently bought colouring books from the bookstore. he said along the lines of “exploring creativity,” but really, he’s just lazy and broke for outdoor dates. you didn’t mind, though; quality time is still time spent with your lover.

worn out faber castell colour pencils are splayed out on his futon, and you both are lying on your stomachs. he kicks his legs and fills the empty pages with different colours. a peaceful and quiet retreat from the world with dazai gently humming a song you can’t quite make out, only to be disturbed by the gentle sounds and laughter of lovers.

“why’s the penguin yellow?” you giggle, and he pouts.

“have you seen club penguin? all the penguins have different cute colours!” he shades another penguin green and you rolled your eyes. “that game is dead, though..” you remarked, and he scoffed playfully. “not dead in my heart."

being childish and immature with the right person truly heals your inner child.

CHUUYA — aquarium (his mayoi card!!)

chuuya’s gloved hand held your hand as you both strolled through the tanks. your fingers traced the outlines of the fish as they swam close. he points at an ugly fish and laughs, “it looks like you." your jaw drops because that fish was actually ugly. it was your turn to exact revenge, and you point towards a small fry fish, saying, “and that’s you." you stick your tongue out at him and his mouth twitches in amusement. talk shit get hit.

your fish and his fish swam to each other and circled in a dance. he chuckles, “maybe that’s actually us,” he watches the fish swim away, and you beamed, “we could rule the fish kingdom together!” his eyes soften when he sees your bright smile illuminated under the blue aquarium light, before he smirks again.

“yeah yeah, you don’t even know how to swim,” ouch. there’s some truth in his words, and you can only sigh. fishes are naturally good at swimming, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you guys were one.

he sends you both back home by piggybacking you and zipping through the city. you hold your shoes in one hand after a long day of walking, and you grip the shark plushie he won at the aquarium in another.

ATSUSHI — cuddling in a pillow fort

you throw a blanket over the pillow fort you and atsushi have built in the last ten minutes. he struggles to let the fairy lights stay put as he pulls them around the fort.

“get in already!” you pat the spot beside you impatiently, and he crawls in. your laptop rests on his right thigh and your left thigh, sharing a movie screen. it’s a movie marathon on a rainy day. the horror movie plays, and atsushi hides his face in your neck when a jump scare appears.

lightning flashes outside and thunder roars, sending the poor boy flinching a little. you felt bad, so you decided to call off the marathon (not even one movie in) “okay no more, we can just cuddle." you close the laptop screen, and he lays on your lap. your fingers twirl his soft hair, and he purrs softly. atsushi’s soft purring and the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops outside lull you to sleep. you lay your back against the fort gently, eyes closed and relaxed with your lover.

AKUTAGAWA — cat cafe

it took a lot of convincing for akutagawa to go on this date. he didn’t like going to a cafe with the same species and animal family as atsushi. he agreed anyway because he didn’t want to see you upset (good).

you sat on the floor and wiggled a feather toy around while akutagawa fed lickable treats. many cats surrounded him and rubbed their bodies against his thighs. a white cat that oddly resembles a tiger approaches him, and he moves the treat away.

“ryu, you’re so mean.” you clicked your tongue and fed the white cat some of your treats. “it looks like jinko.” he grumbled and stared at the cat with his void eyes. at this point atsushi is your boyfriend’s boyfriend.

akutagawa uses his ability to create a mini cat tower for the cats surrounding him. you can’t help but giggle at his helplessness when the cats jump on him. they seem like to him a lot, well, except for that one cat he denied of treats.

on your way back home, you told him he looked like a tuxedo cat. he only cocks an eyebrow at you, not questioning your weird comparison.

RANPO — dessert tasting

a flyer comes into the agency’s mail, and ranpo is already dragging you down the busy afternoon streets. “come y/n, we have to go. it’s an important mission.” his grabs your wrist tightly and enters the cafe. mission? at a cafe?

what came into the mail was a notice for a dessert tasting at a cafe before their grand opening. ranpo could already discern the flyer’s content when atsushi walked in with a bunch of letters. who in the right mind would turn down free sweet treats? obviously not ranpo.

the waitress brings out pastries after pastries, and ranpo pushes his glasses up, acting like a food critic.

“hm, these scones are not sweet enough. the texture is too chewy.” he moves on and shoves a spoonful of gelato into his mouth. “i like the gelato. it’s sweet for my liking.” he nods approvingly, and you laugh, wiping the cream off the edge of his mouth. “slow down, the greatest food critic. we’re here to enjoy the desserts too.”

“if they don’t want to lose a customer like me, then i’d better say something about their recipe before their grand opening.” he’s got a point. you doubt he’d actually frequent this cafe, though, because he only came today for free desserts. you both get ramune to cleanse your palate afterwards (not that it helps).

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 2 months

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●Drew Mcintyre x Reader●

Summary: You are the babysitter for Drew's two boys. What will happen when you babysit the boys on Valentines day?

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*Y/N's POV*

I am standing in the kitchen making some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches while the boys are sitting at the island coloring some pictures. I grab the dinosaur shaped sandwich cutter and cut the sandwiches for them. I grab some paper plates and put the sandwiches on them with a handful of some chips. I walk over to the island and set them down.

"What?! Dinosaur sandwiches?! These are the best! Thank you Y/N!"

"Thank you!"

"Of course boys. Whatcha drawing Oakley?"

I lean on the island looking over at him. Oakley is his youngest son who is 5 years old. Eli is his other son who is 8 years old. I have been their babysitter for a few months now and it is safe to say that I love it. Oakley picks up his picture showing it to me.

"Did you draw.... a tiger? Because they are your favorite animal?"

He giggles loudly causing me to laugh.

"Yes!"

"And what did you draw Eli?"

He picks up his picture showing it to me.

"Is that.... me?"

I put my hand on my chest smiling slightly. He smiles and shakes his head yes.

"Is it me and you?"

"No! It is you and my daddy."

"Oh. Why your daddy? And why the heart?"

"Because my daddy has a....."

"Hey boys!"

I jump looking over at the front door seeing Drew walking in.

"Daddy! Look what Y/N made us!"

He sets his stuff down on the floor and walks over in-between them. He looks at their sandwiches than at me.

"You made them dinosaur sandwiches?"

I giggle looking over at him.

"Yeah. I saw the cutter at the store and thought they would love them. I'll have to look for more."

"You dont have to do that."

"But I wanted to. Those are my boys."

He stares at me, jaw dropped a little. I giggle looking away from him. Eli taps his shoulder and Drew shakes his head looking over at Eli.

"What's up dude?"

"I drew this picture for you daddy."

He picks it up and hands it to Drew. He looks at it than at me and back at the picture.

"Did you draw you and Y/N?"

"Nope! That's you and Y/N. Ya know because of the big crush you have on her."

I giggle, putting my hand over my mouth looking away from them blushing. Drew's eyes go wide looking at Eli than at me. I look back at him smiling.

"Kids say the craziest things."

He grabs the picture from Eli, walks over grabbing his bags and walks back over to the island.

"I am going to put this picture in my room along with my bags. I will be back."

He quickly runs up the stairs and I look over at Eli and Oakley leaning on the island.

"So I will be back on Wednesday for Valentines day okay? Do you boys wanna make your daddy some cupcakes? Brownies? Cookies?"

"Can we do all of them?"

"Ya know what? We will."

"Yay!"

"It's a secret. You can't tell your daddy okay?"

"Pinky promise."

I smile and hold my pinkies out for them to pinky promise me. Drew comes down the stairs wearing a black tank top and basketball shorts. I look over at him and stand up.

"What are we pinky promising here?"

I put my finger on my lips telling the boys not to say anything. Oakley looks at Drew and does the same as me. Eli looks at Drew smiling.

"It's a secret daddy. We can't tell you."

"Oh yeah? Well I got a secret for you guys too."

I smile looking over at him. Drew looks over at me leaning on the island.

"Well guys. I am going to see you on Wednesday. I have to go home now."

I walk over, hugging Eli and Oakley before I grab my backpack heading towards the door.

"Bye Y/N!"

The boys yell before I walk out the door. Drew follows me outside leaving the door open just enough so he can hear the boys. He looks down at me smiling.

"Thank you so much for taking great care of my boys. It means a lot."

"It's no big deal. I love them. Even though Eli said your little secret out loud."

I poke his chest sticking my tongue out. He blushes looking down and I laugh at him.

"Yeah yeah. Now you know. Anyways, I will be seeing you on Wednesday right?"

"Yup. Same time as usual?"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Bye!"

I walk to my car, get in and look over at Drew on the porch watching me. I wave goodbye and leave.

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*Wednesday. Valentines Day*

I pull into the driveway seeing Drew playing on the trampoline with the boys. I get out grabbing the grocery bags out of my car and walking them to the front door. I turn around to walk back to the car and see Drew grabbing some bags out of the car. I walk back to my car grabbing the rest of the bags. We walk to the front door together.

"What are all these bags for?"

"Me and the boys secret surprise for you."

"Oh my gosh. You are to much."

I giggle and we take the bags in together putting them on the island. He pats my shoulders than runs back outside. I walk outside seeing him run back to the trampoline. I walk out, lean against the porch pole, watching them jump around and Drew does some wrestling moves on them. I sigh smiling a little than walk back into the house. I start putting all the ingredients and extras away when I hear the front door open.

"Y/N!"

Both the boys coming running over to me as I kneel down getting ready for them to hug me. They run into my arms and we hug for a little before they let go looking at me.

"Did you get the stuff for the surprise?"

"I did. I got a bunch of stuff. But your dad has to leave for us to start."

I look up at him and the boys turn looking at him as well.

"Go Daddy go! Don't you have a meeting to get to?"

Drew grabs his small bag, hugs the boys and smiles at me.

"I will be back in about 2 hours. See you than."

"Bye!"

He closes the door leaving and I am still kneeling on the ground looking at the boys. They turn back around looking at me.

"We better get baking before he comes back!"

I grab all the ingredients and stepstools for the boys to reach the counter. We start baking our cookies, brownies and cupcakes.

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*about 10pm*

I am sitting at the island playing on my phone when the front door opens. I look over seeing Drew coming in looking upset. He looks over at me.

"I'm so sorry I'm late."

"Shush. The boys are asleep."

I whisper to him and he walks over to the other side of the island looking at me.

"I'm sorry. The meeting went way longer than I thought it would. And I got the boys some presents afterwards."

He sets two Valentines gift bags on the island. I smile looking at him and he looks at me confused.

"Did you take a shower? Your hair is all wet."

"I did and the boys took a bath too. We had icing all over us."

I giggle and point to the ceiling. He looks up than looks back at me.

"How did you manage to get icing on the ceiling?"

"Well, we made you some cupcakes, cookies and brownies as a present. The boys wanted to put icing on the brownies so, I heated up the container a little. I took it out and put it on the counter to do it but, Eli grabbed it telling me he could do it. But the container was still hot and he dropped it....."

"And it exploded all over you and them?"

"It was everywhere. If you find icing in the kitchen somewhere, don't be surprised. Besides the ceiling."

"Well you guys had a tough night. But I know how to cheer you up. I got you a little surprise too."

"Oh you didn't have to."

He walks over to the front door, opens it and leans out grabbing something off the table on the porch. He walks back in with a big bouquet of flowers in a vase with a heart balloon tied to it. I gasp, cover my mouth with my hand and start tearing up.

He comes around the island next to me setting them down infront of me. Some tears roll down my cheeks as I look up at him. He wipes my tears away looking down at me and puts his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb on it.

"Happy Valentines Day. I appreciate everything you do for me and the boys. Ever since you have came into our lives, me and the boys couldn't be happier. That's why I wanted to ask you....."

He grabs my hand looking into my eyes.

"Y/N.... will you be my girlfriend?"

I start tearing up some more looking up at him.

"Yes. Yes I will be."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my gosh. I didn't think that was going to work."

I giggle and look up at him standing up infront of him. He looks down at me putting his hands on my shoulders.

"You really wanna be with me?"

I roll my eyes giggling at him.

"Just shut up and kiss me you big stupid idiot."

He cups my face with his hands, leans down and kisses me very sweetly. I put my hands on his shoulders kissing him back. He pulls away not letting go of my face.

"You dont know how badly I've wanted to do that."

"Sure did take you long enough."

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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˗ˏˋ Jewellery they'd gift you [Octavinelle] ﾟ☾࿐

summary: it appears there's something your beloved would like to give you (title says it all)

pairings: azul : jade : floyd x gn! reader

warnings: floyd being floyd

a/n: i've been so infatuated with the twins lately; this idea hit me like a ton of bricks when i looked at my jewellery (can you guess which one of these i actually own?)

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AZUL ASHENGROTTO

A silver necklace with a pearl charm

You checked your outfit once again before leaving Ramshackle dorm, calling to Grim that there was tuna in the fridge for him. The clothes you had chosen were a little more formal than your usual dorm uniform. But then again, it wasn’t every day that your busy, busy boyfriend invited you over for dinner.

Stepping through the portal in the Hall of Mirrors, you dove head first into the glass tunnel leading to Octavinelle. You basked in the familiar blue light of Mostro Lounge’s water tanks as you searched for a head of silver hair, noting that the Lounge wasn’t as packed as usual, most students probably either off studying for an upcoming test or goofing off elsewhere.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge, Prefect. // Oya, lil’ Shrimpy,” two pairs of twinkling dual-coloured eyes greeted you as you made your way over to the bar. Nodding to Jade, you skillfully avoided Floyd crushing your bones before the former merman spoke up again, a teasing smile on his lips. “I presume you are searching for Azul, yes? I believe you can find him pacing his office like a tiger shark ever since receiving confirmation you will be gracing us tonight.”

“Great, thanks for the info, Jade. I’ll see what I can do about that shark of yours,” you said, nose scrunching up in amusement. As you turned away from them, you drowned out Floyd’s call to stay with the twins instead.

By now, you knew Octavinelle dorm like the back of your hand, so you quickly arrived in front of the wooden door leading into Azul’s office. Knocking to let him know you were there, you softly called out to him. But before you could twist the doorknob, the door swung open to reveal your -slightly out of breath but still handsome as ever- boyfriend.

“My pearl! I’m so glad you could make it,” Azul positively beamed. Then he caught himself, reverting back into his more business- like persona to mask his nervousness. Whatever it was to make him fidget like back on your first date, you were determined to find out. Opening the door a little wider, your boyfriend stepped back to let you in. “Come in. There’s something I need to discuss with you before we head to dinner.”

You raised an eyebrow at him but strolled into the room anyway, the click of the lock telling you Azul didn’t want any kind of interruption from a certain set of snooping eel brothers. As composed of a front the merman put up, you knew he still flustered like crazy when it came to affection, especially in public. Yet you couldn't help yourself when you took in his dashing appearance and pressed a quick peck to his cheek, which immediately reddened underneath your touch.

“Sorry for the sneak attack,” you giggled. “But you just make too good of a figure in a suit, I can barely keep my hands to myself.”

“N-No, it’s quite alright. You are my partner after all. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t want you to do… that.” Azul’s voice trailed off as he readjusted his glasses, hiding his blush partly behind his hand. Clearing his throat, his hand brushed the small of your back as he guided you towards his desk. “You just caught me by surprise, is all.

“Now, the reason as to why I wanted to speak privately with you,” he seamlessly moved on, rounding the luxurious desk as you cocked your head to the side. “My dear, would you mind closing your eyes for me?”

This piqued your interest immediately as you grinned at him. “Oh? A surprise? For me?” Despite the teasing lilt, you did as he asked but you couldn’t will the corners of your mouth to tug back into a neutral expression.

The sound of a drawer being opened momentarily before being shut again filled the room, followed by the clicking of Azul’s dress shoes against the polished floor. Barely audible even in the quiet room, you could make out a soft thud -his gloves perhaps?- against the surface of the wood. Your deduction was proven correct when the featherlight brush of his bare fingertips made the hair in the back of your neck raise in anticipation.

With the rustling of his clothes you realised you were holding your breath and exhaled as a light weight settled on your upper chest. After Azul clasped both ends together, he fixed the placement of the necklace and leaned to your side. Guiding your hand up, he placed the handle of something metallic in it.

“You can open your eyes now,” he whispered.

Blinking, you stared down into your hand and found yourself staring back from a hand mirror. What caught your eye immediately, though, was the delicate silver necklace decorating your neck, a shiny pearl dropping down in the front. Bringing the mirror closer, you noticed tiny purple gems you thought to be amethysts set into the silver fixture framing the pearl.

“Azul!” you squealed as you dropped the mirror and spun around, flinging your arms around his neck. “It’s absolutely gorgeous; I’ve never seen a pearl this bright before.”

“Of course not,” Azul puffed his chest out slightly as he took ahold of your hands, “I scoured the whole ocean floor for the most beautiful one. After all, for my love only the best.”

“Wait, you searched this yourself? You went through all of that trouble just for me?” Even in your own ears your voice sounded a little wobbly as you fought back the tears at the heartwarming gesture. Especially because Azul always had more on his plate than he had time in a day. “If you found the pearl, then the necklace…”

“I commissioned a jeweller. Although I think myself a man of many talents, there are some things even I can’t do.” You didn’t miss the hopeful glimmer in his lilac eyes as he brought one of your hands up to place a sweet kiss on its back, ever the gentleman. “I take it, you like my little surprise?”

“How could I not? I don’t think anyone has ever given me anything like this before… But what I like best about it is that you gave it to me,” you gently cupped his warming cheeks between your hands as you hoped your heart eyes and bright smile could convey the feelings you didn’t find the words to say. “I’ll cherish it forever.”

“My, with how you're acting, it’s like I hung the stars in the sky,” he smirked but it wasn’t quite enough to cover the lovestruck expression on his own features. “But you know how it is: You can’t get something for nothing. As payment, how about enjoying dinner with me?”

You couldn’t help the laughter at your boyfriend’s silly actions but linked your arms with his after he pulled his white gloves on again. As you strode into Mostro Lounge together, you didn’t know who shined the brightest: the jewellery, you or Azul. Or perhaps it was the twins who sniggered gleefully at their boss’s dopey grin whenever his gaze fell onto the accessory around your neck.

JADE LEECH

A sea glass bracelet

The sun was blinding as it sunk beneath the horizon. You set your shoes down before burying your toes in the warm sand as a light breeze grazed your cheek. Once again, you heard the waves and smelt the salt of the Coral Sea, but this time not six feet under. And not with a pack of rowdy boys in tow.

Ah, well, except for…

“Darling? Won’t you join me?” You looked up to see two twinkling eyes -one olive, the other a bright yellow- and an outstretched hand beckoning you closer to the water. “I promise, it’s a rather pleasant temperature.”

“Oh yeah? You said that last time too.” If someone had told you a couple of months ago you’d willingly follow the cunning Jade Leech into the waves, you’d have declared them insane. But now, you found butterflies flapping their tiny wings in your stomach as you felt the leather under your fingertips before a strong arm pulled you into him.

“You wound me. Last time was a mistake on my end, one I have learned from. How could I have known people from land are so sensitive to the cold?” As genuine as he sounded, you knew better than to believe the merman was actually all that sorry. Especially not with the teasing grin pulling at his lips. But when your bare feet met the soaked sand and the tide curled around your ankles you didn’t find yourself immediately latching onto Jade, unlike last time.

“So, what are you planning?” you quizzically raised an eyebrow at him, as slender fingers splayed on the dip of your back, yours resting against the planes of his chest.

“Planning? Wherever did you get this idea?” Both of you had to chuckle at that.

“Oh come on. The ever plotting and scheming Leech brother, it’s hard to believe there’s absolutely nothing going on here,” you prodded further.

“Fufu… is that how you think of me? Well, if ‘plotting and scheming’ is what brought you to my side, I intend to keep at it.” Despite the teasing words, his heterochromic eyes softened as Jade ran a knuckle across your cheek. “Ah but you’re right of course. I brought you here today to enact the next step in my devious plan.”

The second he withdrew the hand on your back, you already missed the comfortable pressure there. Yet, the genuine smile he graced you with was enough to hold you captivated against him; not that there was anywhere else you’d rather be.

Over the crashing of the waves, you nearly missed the clinking of metal as Jade pulled something shiny out of his coat pocket. Holding it up for you to see, your boyfriend revelled in the expression you were showing him. From curiosity to surprise to recognition to joy to gratefulness, my, his darling was always the most interesting human to look at.

Gingerly, you reached for the jewellery, a stunning combination of silver and blue. “Is that–?”

“A bracelet made from sea glass, yes”, Jade said, for once no hidden mischief in voice but pure affection. “I do hope you find it to be to your liking?”

“It’s stunning,” you breathed, taking in the way the light of the last sun rays broke in the polished stones. It was then you noticed the small heart carved into the bottom left corner of the centrepiece; without a doubt, a process which required immeasurable patience and precision. “I can’t help but notice a very familiar shade of teal, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Hmm, now that you mention it…” he whispered back. Taking hold of your left hand, he unclasped the bracelet before fastening it around your wrist again, the size unnervingly perfect. “With how your eyes are sparkling, I believe my efforts weren’t in vain then.”

“Jade, you made this yourself?”

“Of course, it was my gift to you, after all.” Clasping your hand between his, his smile turned… almost nostalgic? “You might not be aware but, amongst merfolk, it is a sign of deep love and care to bestow a handmade gift to your beloved. I’ve always longed to one day show my craft to my partner, so I’ve spent the summer break at home, scouring the shore and sea for the clearest glass I could possibly find… Ah, forgive me, I might have said too much.”

“No. No, you haven’t. Now that I understand what it means to you, it means even more to me and I will take good care of it.” You placed your hand on his cheek, bringing him close to leave a lingering kiss under his sparkling yellow eye. “There’s still so much to learn about life under the sea; I’m afraid you’ll have to be a little more patient and stay with me to teach me all about it.”

Jade returned your smile and placed one hand over yours, effectively keeping it on his skin. “It would be my pleasure. But I think it might take a lifetime to exchange the intricacies of our respective cultures.”

Leaning your head against his chest, you looked out onto the illuminated waves before you and listened to the steady heartbeat beneath your fingers. A smile curled around your lips as you stood where land met sea.

Thinking about it, you could hardly wait for that future to play out.

FLOYD LEECH

A seashell anklet with a shark’s tooth

“Shrimpy!!” was the last thing you heard before 191 cm of eel dropped themselves onto you.

Peeking up you got a glimpse of droopy eyes and a grin that was all sharp teeth before you were already lifted into the air. Despite being a lot gentler with you, your ribs were still protesting the harsh treatment. But to their relief, Floyd loosened his grip a little after the initial attack to pick you up completely.

It was the first day after summer break, so most students returned to NRC after visiting their parents. Jade and Floyd were no different, having spent their time at the Coral Sea after staying on campus during winter. But while others started unpacking their stuff and relaxing at the dorm, Floyd much rather blew up your phone with a string of messages, pestering you into coming over to Octavinelle. And seeing as you had no luggage to take care of, you relented. You didn’t even bother knocking after you steered through the swarm of students in the hallways, the merman was always keenly aware of when you’d show up anyway.

And that was how you found yourself being plopped down on Floyd’s unmade bed as his arms wrapped around your middle once more and he buried his head in the crook of your neck. There was an amused chuckle coming from the other side of the room.

“Oh, hi, Jade. Didn’t see you there,” you said, turning your head to look at the other twin over your shoulder, who was currently organising the last of his school supplies before stowing away his suitcase.

“Hello, Prefect. It is nice to see you again,” Jade smiled back. “I hope you had a relaxing stay on campus.”

“Yeah, Crowley was on vacation on some tropical island, so I actually had some peace and quiet for on–” You were mid-sentence when a sharp sting on your shoulder cut you off. “HEY!”

“Oi, Shrimpy, pay attention to me,” grumbled the twin whose lap you were sitting on as he tightened his grip around you. You couldn’t see it but he was pouting and glaring at his brother like a child who had just gotten his favourite toy taken away.

“Fufu, it appears my brother missed you very dearly while we were away,” Jade’s smile turned sharper. He had been well aware how much Floyd wanted to see you with how much he had whined on their way back to school. Even so, he couldn’t help but wind him up a little further, it’s what siblings do after all. Please believe him, Prefect, he’s very sorry you ended up as collateral in between all of this, truly. “Prefect, we should talk more later. For now, I shall leave you two to yourselves while I see if Azul requires any help at the lounge.”

Floyd huffed into your neck while you sent thoughts and prayers to their dorm leader before turning your attention back to the eel you were trapped against. Prying his face off your shoulder proved difficult but when you finally held it between your hands, you giggled at him.

“So, you missed me, hm?” you teased as you leaned in to press little butterfly kisses over his furrowed brows, down his temple and finally landing on his nose. “That’s good to know because I missed you too.”

“Yeah? You did?” Immediately his face brightened and he pinched the skin at your hips. “More than Jade?”

“Of course. Why don’t you tell me about your trip while we unpack your stuff?”

“No,” Floyd said without hesitation. “Don’t feel like unpacking.”

‘This boy,’ you thought. Playing with the collar of his haphazardly thrown-on uniform, you were about to ask what he wanted to do, when the shirt slipped halfway off his shoulder and revealed deep red marks littering his skin.

“Great Sevens, Floyd, what happened?!” In your panic, you pulled the fabric down further to examine the vicious red. It wasn’t unlike the marks you often found on your own skin after Floyd was in one of his moods but it was far larger than the eel’s bite marks, spanning down to the upper part of his back. “Were you attacked?”

“We were just playing, really,” the merman chuckled, his spirits back up again. As he saw your distressed expression he squished your cheeks between his fingers and cooed at you. “Awww, is my Shrimpy worried? I’m still here, right? That means I won.”

“That’s not really reassuring nor answering my question…”

“OH!” he exclaimed loudly, sitting up as if he was hit by lightning. “I almost forgot. There’s something I wanna show you!”

Plopping you down on the mattress, he started tearing through his luggage, making a bigger mess than before until he apparently found what he was looking for. The grin on his face was positively radiant as he sat criss cross in front of you again.

“Do you remember when I told you Jade and I used to search for sand dollars and other knick knacks as kids? When I visited home, I was really bored one day, so Jade said we should do that again.” You had to smile at the image of the brothers searching around the ocean floor for little treasures, probably scaring a bunch of poor sea creatures out of their minds in the process. “We only found a couple of tiny shells though and I already have so many of them.

“But then I remembered that you, Shrimpy, are a land person, so you probably don’t have a lot of them! And I made this for you!” Pulling up your right leg, Floyd pushed your clothes out of the way despite your perplexed protests to have access to your ankle. With quick movements, he tied something to your leg before letting go and beaming proudly at you. “Pretty cool, right?”

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be two black strings braided together with a clear third one which held a variety of small sea shells and tiny beads. Most noticeably was what appeared to be a shark tooth, which was polished into a rather long and slim shape but wasn’t sharp enough to prick your skin.

You tackled the eel in front of you until you were lying flat on top of him, laughing as you came face to face with him. This time you gave him a direct kiss to the lips before melting into him once more. “I love it, Floyd. Thank you so much for making this for me.”

“That sorta thing is really important for us merfolk, ya know? And you’re pretty important to me, so it just makes sense.” Sevens, he was so cute at times. For a couple of seconds, you lay there in silence as Floyd’s hand travelled up and down your spine. Then it hit you and your head snapped back up, widened eyes staring at your boyfriend.

“Where did you get a shark tooth?”

Floyd merely grinned at you as you remembered the bite marks you saw earlier.

“Floyd, where did you get the tooth?"

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mysteryshoptls · 9 months

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SR Epel Felmier - Rabbit Wear Vignette

"A little bummed, I guess?"

[Clock Town]

Deuce: Alright, so let's start heading back to Rabbit National Park.

Epel: I'm glad we all found some good souvenirs to bring home.

1. Yeah! 2. That was fun!

Silver: Maybe it's because of the festival, but it was packed with customers everywhere we went.

Deuce: I mean, it is our annual White Rabbit Festival after all. Usually, this town's pretty quiet.

Epel: A quiet town, huh…

Silver: What's the matter, Epel?

Epel: Nah, I was just thinking that the atmosphere here is way different than I thought it'd be.

Deuce: It's different than you thought? Just what kind of place did you think Clock Town was?

Epel: I was expecting a town covered in graffiti, with broken windows everywhere.

Deuce: THAT'S NOWHERE NEAR CLOSE!?

Epel: …Remember how I told you back at the school cafeteria that I have relatives that live close to Clock Town?

Epel: I heard from those relatives that Clock Town was riddled with delinquents.

Epel: That's why I thought that there'd be modded blastcycles racing around the town, or fights between rival gangs, or something.

Deuce: Ah… So that's what you mean.

Deuce: I mean, it's not like we have zero bad actors, but it's not like they're just fighting in the streets all the time.

Silver: I see. That is good.

Epel: I'm… a little bummed, I guess?

Deuce: What, why…?

Epel: I thought if some punk came at us, I'd show 'em what for.

Silver: So you were looking to protect us. You have a good sense of justice.

Ortho: I don't believe I sense any inkling of wanting to protect us in Epel Felmier-san's statement there.

Epel: …Hm? L-Look at that!!

Grim: Funyaa!? What is it? Is it a bad guy!?

Epel: Deuce-kun, there's a blastcycle parked over there! And it's modded out like crazy!

Grim: Oh, is that all. I thought there was gonna be a fight or somethin'.

Deuce: Oh, you're right. Let's go see if we can take a closer look!

Epel: Yeah!

Deuce: It's got a different cowl than the standard makes. It's a lightweight cowl made for racing.

Epel: They have those wide tires to help with friction! And they're semi-slick with shallower grooves!

Epel: The brake and suspension has been swapped out, too! It's been completely race tuned!

Silver: …I have no idea what he's saying.

Grim: …Me neither.

Epel: This is awesome! I can't believe a blastcycle this cool is just sitting here in town like this!

Deuce: I told you that that there's a ton of blastcycle parts shops in Clock Town, right?

Deuce: That's why it's not strange to come across a lot of tuned blastcycles like this.

Epel: So I was right that I'd get to see modded blastcycles here, then. I'm so happy I got to see one in person.

Epel: One day, I'm going to buy my own blastcycle and totally trick it out.

Ortho: Are you going to customize it for racing like this one?

Epel: I mean, it's crucial to try to push the limits of the max possible speed, or increase handling, yeah.

Epel: But before all that, I want to make it look cool!

Epel: I'd change the front cowl into a super flashy and huge rocket cowl, and put on a seat with a real high back…

Ortho: Eh? If you increase your drag, that'll slow you down.

Epel: I'd swap out the handlebars for these super long and bent down ape hangers…

Ortho: That'll lower your maneuverability.

Epel: And I'd paint dragons and tigers on it and really make it stand out!

Ortho: This isn't a practical modification at all… Is this what they call "romanticism"?

Ortho: I can comprehend wanting to focus on the exterior, but I can't understand why you would sacrifice performance for that.

Epel: Hmm… So, I guess it's impossible then.

Deuce: Like hell it is. I think that'd be super cool.

Epel: …Right!?

Deuce: It's be super neat to draw flames on the tank, or paste decals on it, too!

Epel: Yeah, yeah! I knew you'd get me, Deuce-kun!

Grim: …They're really getting fired up about it, huh.

[Clock Town]

Ortho: Oh. There's a blastcycle over there, too.

Epel: You're right! Man, I'm so jealous, there's so many cool blastcycles all over Clock Town.

Epel: Back home in Harveston, I'd never have even laid eyes on a modded blastcycle.

Deuce: Really?

Epel: Yeah. I mean, there's not as much younger folk there, in the first place…

Epel: So there's not many people riding blastcycles anyway, let alone modded ones.

Epel: Back in middle school, there were some tough-lookin' guys, but it's not like they'd ever cause any huge problems, or anything…

Epel: When it comes to blastcycles and delinquent culture, I studied a ton of TV shows, comics, and looked stuff up on the internet.

Epel: I was so surprised that such a world existed… And I was so enamored by how cool it looked.

Deuce: I see. I had a similar sort of phase, so I think I get what you're saying.

Epel: …I have another dream besides modding my own blastcycle.

Silver: What kind of dream is it?

Epel: I WANT TO GO ROARING DOWN THE STREETS ON MY BLASTCYCLE ALONGSIDE MY FRIENDS, ALL IN MATCHING LEATHER JACKETS OR WINDBREAKERS!

Epel: I totally think that it'd be much more fun to ride with friends, rather than just by myself.

Deuce: While flying your crew's colors?

Epel: Yeah, yeah! I bet it'd be so neat to go riding down a winding road at dawn with everyone, too!

Grim/Ortho: …

Silver: ?

1. Cool!

Epel: Right!? You should ride with me one day, too, [Yuu]-san! Epel: If you don't have a blastcycle, then you can ride behind me!

2. I don't know if I get it…

Epel: Eehh!? Really? I thought that'd be super cool, too.

Deuce: That sounds real fun! You gotta invite me when that happens!

Epel: Of course! It'd be a blast riding with everyone!

―After the conflict with the Black Bunnies

[Clock Town – Clock Park]

Everybody: …

Deuce: I'm ain't gonna forgive a single one of those Black Bunnies…

Silver: There is no way we can lose this Rabbit Run Race.

Ortho: Yeah. We're definitely going to win this!

Deuce: Yeah… Everyone, sorry for dragging you into this mess.

Epel: What are you saying, Deuce-kun!? I'm super looking forward to this!

Deuce: You are? Why?

Epel: We're all wearing the same kind of costume and we're going to run together…

Epel: This is the exact kind of situation I've been dreaming about!

Epel: I mean, it's not a blastcycle race, and sure, these outfits don't really scream "cool."

Epel: But these punks are the worst delinquents in this town, right? I'm getting really excited.

Deuce: So, rather than nervous, you're excited? You're making me feel a little better, Epel.

Epel: It would have been perfect if we could run carrying the Night Raven College colors.

Deuce: It's great you're up for it, but… Don't freak out and run from the Black Bunnies at the last second.

Epel: Ahahah. Even if the scariest of all delinquents were to show up, I'd never do something that uncool.

Deuce: I DON'T THINK A DELINQUENT THAT SCARY'LL SHOW UP!

Epel: Really? But even if one was participating in the race, I think we could beat them, don't you?

Deuce: …...Heh, yeah, you're right.

Epel: I DON'T CARE WHO WE'RE UP AGAINST, WE WON'T LOSE! 'KAY, WE'RE GONNA RUN WITH ALL OUR MIGHT!!!

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #epel felmier #deuce spade #ortho shroud #twst epel #twst deuce #twst ortho #twst silver #twst grim #twst translation #twst white rabbit festival

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Mercury & Manganese

A Hangster AU MeetUgly (where I likely failed to meet the assignment as it feels too soft and gentle to really be a MeetUgly? Maybe?). (AU in that no one is in the Navy).

~2k and only mature for some swearing. There's not even a kiss. There is very background established IceMav. Bonus points if you get why the title is the title.

Jake knows the regulars, is there often enough that he recognizes the businessmen that come in for lunch every Thursday. The couples that come in for date nights. The singles that come in for first dates and then the friend groups who come in regularly for nights to blow off steam together. He knows them all. Most of them by name. Because they’re his business. His customers are integral to his success, and he wants to treat them right.

“Hey, can I get a Tiger beer and a glass of the Merlot please?”

The guy asking is standing easily, his eyes sweeping over Jake and he recognizes that look, sees it all too often and is immediately wary. He smiles politely but narrows his eyes slightly, trying to figure out if he’s going to need to bounce the guy later.

“Sure thing, you waiting on someone?” Jake asks, sliding the drinks over to him.

“Yep, I’m going to go home with the next person to walk through the door…”

Jake frowns, because he can see Natasha approaching through the glass doors and she’s not with Bob like usual. The guy has walked off, moving to greet her and he wonders if this guy thinks he can just pick up anyone. And Jake gave him a glass of wine and he’s taken his eyes off it, he could have put anything in there, and for some reason Natasha is just taking a drink from a complete stranger. He’s on the other side of the bar without even thinking about it, not quite sprinting and then grabbing the glass out of Natasha’s hand.

“Don’t drink that!”

“What the fuck man!”

He hadn’t meant to knock the wine into his face, but he doesn’t regret it. He straightens up and puts his shoulders back, prepares to throw a punch if he needs to, although the guy is just blinking at him in confusion. Both the sous chef and one of the wait staff are looking at him and Jake shakes his head slightly, although Michaela comes out with the mop and some paper towels. The guy takes them and mops at his face and chest, still looking more confused than defensive and angry.

Jake’s read this wrong. That hasn’t happened in a long while.

Fuck.

“Wow Bradshaw… five minutes in town and you’ve already got people throwing drinks in your face. This time it was my drink though…”

“You know him?” Jake asks her, because that is now becoming blatantly obvious.

“Sure do. Best friend. Here to stay for a few nights… any particular reason why you had to waste good wine?”

“I… he gave you a drink and you didn’t see me pour it.”

“Oh Jake, that’s sweet. Real knight in shining armor behavior… However Bradley here wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Thanks for that endorsement. I need to go change…”

“I have a spare shirt if you want? Least I could do? And get you a new glass of wine of course Natasha…”

“I’ll take the wine.”

“I guess I’ll take the shirt…”

“You can come with me, change in the back room.”

Jake finds himself watching as the guy strips the light-blue button-down shirt over his head, revealing a form-fitting white tank. It is of course also stained with red wine but looks dry-ish. Jake holds out one of his shirts and tries to avert his eyes as the guys tugs it on. It’s too short in the arms so he undoes the cuffs and rolls the sleeves, leaves the front unbuttoned because of course his shoulders are just that bit broader than Jake’s own to allow him to do up the buttons. Annoyingly it looks better on him than it ever has on Jake.

When they get back out to the restaurant Bob has turned up and he gives Bradley a hug, which Bradley returns and lifts the other man off the ground, which they all laugh at. They’re clearly old friends as well and he’s just going to be forever embarrassed by the fact he accidentally knocked a glass of wine in the guy’s face and pretty much accused him of drugging someone. He doesn’t want to lose regular customers but he admits there is part of him that would be relieved if they decided to never darken his doorway again. He doesn’t fuck up often, but he can apparently still manage it spectacularly.

… … …

Sunday afternoon rolls around and it’s the quiet lull between lunch and dinner, he’s doing a quick stock take so he can place necessary orders for the coming month when he turns to find Bradley standing there watching him, one eyebrow quirked.

“You going to throw a drink in my face again?”

“I don’t know, are you going to make some sleezy comment about going home with the next person to walk through the door?”

Bradley makes a you got my there face and Jake doesn’t know why he read the guy so badly, but he did and he hasn’t even really apologized for the massive error in judgement. For some reason he can’t bring himself to apologize either, he’d likely do the same again.

“Just wanted to return the shirt. Thanks.”

“Owed you one.”

Bradley gives him a nod, knocks his knuckles on the bar, then leaves.

Okay then.

… … …

It’s just Natasha and Bob the following week and he’s immensely glad.

At least he thinks he is.

… … …

It’s just Natasha and Bob for several weeks and then he’s back…

“We’re celebrating.”

“Bradley got the job he was here interviewing for. Starts on Monday.”

“Congratulations.”

Well shit.

… … …

A few months pass and he hates to say it, but Bradley becomes one of his regulars. One of his favorite regulars. Of course he’s pretty sure Bradley doesn’t like him overly much, his comments just a little on the sharper side. Jake would dish it right back, but Bradley’s a customer, and one he’s already misjudged. But he keeps coming back, keeps complimenting the food and cocktails and Jake hasn’t said anything about the whole wine incident and neither has Bradley.

“Are you ever not working?”

“What?”

“Nothing. Doesn’t matter,” Bradley mutters, and leaves.

… … …

He recognizes the two men with Bradley of course, they’re chefs with very different approaches in the kitchen, made famous with their individual cooking shows and entire range of cookbooks and shared cookware line and they’re now in his little restaurant-bar. With Bradley. How the hell he knows two TV celebrity chefs is a mystery, because he knows Bradley is some type of forensic accountant, despite knowing plenty about food and drink. He walks over slowly, listens to the conversation as best as he can while he checks in with some other customers and straightens cutlery on empty tables.

“Mav, you have to try the tortellini, I swear to god, better than yours…”

“You know we would have cooked for you.”

“I like avoiding war zones. Plus my kitchen isn’t unpacked. You guys can do that when I’m at work tomorrow.”

“You’ve been here for nearly three months, what do you mean your kitchen still isn’t unpacked?” Kazansky says, and Jake shares his horror.

“It’s unpacked enough for me.”

“It’s going to give me a heart attack isn’t it?”

“Both of us probably. Something to bond over.”

Bradley snorts.

“You’re more likely to argue over the best way to organize the cupboards, have a massive row, and then have makeup sex…”

Jake chokes and then coughs, looks to Bradley and then to Tom Kazansky and Pete Mitchell. It’s definitely them. Holy shit.

“Hey Jake, these are my parents, Pete and Tom.”

“He’s been talking this place up ever since he moved here.”

“Your parents are Tom Kazansky and Pete Mitchell?”

“Hey! He knows who we are!” Pete says, grinning widely and looking pleased while the expression on Tom Kazansky’s face doesn’t change. Jake swallows, suddenly nervous.

“Uh…”

Yeah, they’re my parents. Or as good as. Mav, would you stop kicking me under the table, for fucks sake!”

“Uh…”

“Eloquent,” Tom Kazansky states, voice dry and Jake knows he has the nickname Iceman for his cold attitude in the kitchen and unflappable nature, but having it aimed at him makes him feel like he’s failed a test of some type.

“Ignore him, he’s a big softie really. Soft gooey caramel center, isn’t that right darling?”

Jake blinks, unable to compute that the two chefs he’s grown-up admiring are apparently in a relationship; also somehow the parents of the guy he knocked a glass of wine into the face of.

Fuck his life.

“Jake? You okay?”

“I think I’m just going to go back to the kitchen.”

“Mav, stay still. You can’t also go into the kitchen. We’re customers for fucks sake.”

Jake’s going to call in his manager and the head chef.

He needs the night off.

… … …

He can’t stay away long of course, is back early the next morning to look over everything, needing the reassurance that nothing has burned down or broken beyond repair. Pulls on the spare chef whites he keeps on hand, grabs his knives and starts the prep for the day. He might not have the same skill as his head chef, but he knows he has a skill for matching taste and texture, can develop menus and drinks. He can do the fucking prep work and take his mind off things. Meeting his idols, albeit in the worst possible way, is something he will recover from.

He hears a consistent tapping sound around an hour into the methodical chopping and dicing, and he frowns, putting down his knife and listening closer. It’s still early, another half hour at least before the sous chef arrives to officially start the prep that Jake is already over half-way through. He follows the tapping sound and ends up at the glass doors to find Bradley standing there. He unlocks the door and pulls it open.

“We’re closed.”

“Yeah, I’m aware. I just saw the light on and wondered if you were here. I just wanted to come and apologize. Are you… the chef here? I thought you were the barman?”

Jake blinks at him. Huh. He remembers when he first opened he’d introduced himself to all his customers as the owner for the first couple of months, but stopped after a while, assuming that they all simply knew.

“I’m neither. I’m the owner.”

“Oh… that’s why you’re always here.”

“Yeah. I’m kind of invested. Literally invested.”

“Can I take you out?”

Jake blinks at the sudden change of direction in the conversation.

“What?”

“I’d like to take you out. On a date.”

“I thought you hated me?”

“Uh. No. Why do you think that?”

“I didn’t exactly make a good impression?”

“Oh. You mean the wine… That was months ago. Or last night – oh! That’s what I wanted to apologize for. Sorry. Nat made me realize that maybe I shouldn’t have just turned up with them. That you might have appreciated a heads up.”

“I don’t think I would have believed you if you’d tried to tell me.”

“Really?”

“Would have thought you were pulling my leg. Until they were in front of me.”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“What?”

“I asked you out.”

“I… sorry. My brain is just… come in here,” Jake says, opening the door wider so Bradley can enter rather than stand awkwardly outside. He moves back to the kitchen on autopilot, Bradley following him and he turns in the doorway to the kitchen. “So, you want to date me?”

“Yeah. Have done for a while but felt awkward asking you out at a place where you worked all the time.”

“I don’t live here.”

“Glad to hear it. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. We can go on a date.”

“You don’t have to say yes, I just didn’t want to make you feel like you had to say yes.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“You said that already. I like you fine.”

“I am fine.”

Bradley smirks at him, gives him a once over with his eyes which might as well be physical touch for the way it makes his skin prickle and flush.

“Yeah you are…”

“Ooookay…” Jake says, breath escaping him in a shaky exhale. “Sorry, just letting my brain finish dealing with this one-eighty.”

“I’ll wait.”

“No, no. You don’t need to wait. I’m good now.”

“Glad to hear it. Now… what can I interest you in? I don’t feel like I can ask you for a drink or out for dinner considering where you work. Well, your business.”

“Can you cook?”

“Of course. I just generally don’t.”

“How about we start there?”

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #rooster x hangman #hangaroo

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readyforevolution · 23 days

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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Song by Gil Scott-Heron

You will not be able to stay home, brother

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and

Skip out for beer during commercials

Because the revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox

In four parts without commercial interruptions

The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon

Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell

General Abrams and Spiro Agnew

To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought to you by the

Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star

Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal

The revolution will not get rid of the nubs

The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner

Because the revolution will not be televised, brother

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May

Pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run

Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance

NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32

Or report from 29 districts

The revolution will not be televised

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

Brothers on the instant replay

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down

Brothers on the instant replay

There will be no pictures of Whitney Young

Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process

There will be no slow motion or still lifes of Roy Wilkens

Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green

Liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving

For just the proper occasion

Green Acres, Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction

Will no longer be so damned relevant

And women will not care if Dick finally got down with Jane

On "Search for Tomorrow" because black people

Will be in the street looking for a brighter day

The revolution will not be televised

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news

And no pictures of hairy armed women liberationists

And Jackie Onassis blowing her nose

The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb

Or Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell

Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink or the Rare Earth

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back

After a message about a white tornado, white lightning or white people

You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom

The tiger in your tank or the giant in your toilet bowl

The revolution will not go better with Coke

The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath

The revolution will put you in the driver's seat

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised

Will not be televised, will not be televised

The revolution will be no re-run, brothers

The revolution will be live

#gil scott heron #blacktumblr #black history #black liberation #african history

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strawbs-screaming · 5 months

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the boxers at a fancy restaurant

help my posts arent getting as much likes as before has tumblr decided to kill my blog, also pretend they actually started hanging out very recently and no one really tolerates aran yet

Glass Joe

- casually trying to have his escargot, pretending aran didnt just order chicken tenders at a 5 star restaurant

- chugging down on red wine like your aunt at the family reunion after the divorce

- you know how your mom gives you THAT stare when you sit in a "not very proper" way at a guest's house? Hes just giving that one look at anyone misbehaving

- doing his best to not break a bottle on someones head, broke a wine glass in his hand from anger

Von Kaiser

- Just staring at Joe, eye to eye, trying to talk in stares, cant tell if Joe is judging him or trying to beg for help

- side eyeing anyone in his vicinity who dares to actually call out the awkward tension thats in the air

- choked on his spaghetti halfway through the dinner

- trying to signal to Joe to put down the wine glass

- planning to just get up and leave

Disco Kid

- not feeling the tension in the air, treating it as everyone being shy, got hit in the face with the realization halfway through his steak, his smile faded quicker than he blinked

- concerned for Joe, kind of afraid to ask if hes okay

- avoiding eye contact as much as possible, only to end up staring into the soul of a underpaid waiter

- wanted to order off the kids menu but too embarrased

King Hippo

- Casually eating, hes the only one not understanding the tension

- accidentally ate a fork

- Just eating his lobster bisque not understanding why Joe is staring at aran with murderous intent

- staring off into the void

Piston Hondo

- my god this mans TENSE. Sweating his soul out both from the stress in the air & bright lights. is concerned if hes using the correct fork while king hippo just eats the plate

- visibly sweating, cant tell if hes being held at gunpoint or having dinner

- staring at his plate in fear

Bear Hugger

- trying to do icebreakers but falling, getting dirty looks from Joe

- stuffing grilled salmon in his pockets for mrs bear

- planning to escape from the bathroom window

- also visibly tense, staring at hondo with a look of concern only to get another look of concern back

Great Tiger

- sipping his drink while pretending to be calm, internal screaming

- looks really calm, is actually considering teleporting away

- blinking to avoid eye contact

Don Flamenco

- casually chatting away with Hippo, trying to live laugh love out of the stress

- only person who had the gut to tell Joe to stop drinking wine

- "joe, arent you having too much wine?"

- "no."

- feels like hes on death row

Aran Ryan

- ordered chicken tenders from the kids menu, got up to annoy the lobsters in the lobster tank at some point

- talking about childhood memories, thinking hes clearing the air when everyones just concerned and wants to leave

- hit on a waitress while ordering orange juice, how romantic

Soda Popinski

- chatting with king hippo & don flamenco, hes not aware of the tension and thinks everyones just awkward

- only person Joe isnt side-eyeing

- actually listening to aran talk

Bald Bull

- got up halfway through and escaped from the window in the bathroom, ran to his limo & went away, hes not having this today no thank you, also got piston hondo along with him since he was concerned he'd have a heat stroke

- was eating mussels, actually enjoyed it until the tension got too much for him

- not going to acknowledge the fact he climbed through a bathroom window just to escape until hes on his death bed

Super Macho Man

- came 20 minutes late, no shame, no guilt, reeking of axe body spray

- casually eating his food while flexing his watch, no ones listening please just eat your food

- not a hint of stress from him, Just live laugh love'ing out here

Mr Sandman

- also side eyeing everyone, not that tense but more judgy, def thinking "im the only normal one here"

- got a headache

- regrets planning this out

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #bald bull #aran ryan #don flamenco #glass joe #piston hondo #great tiger #i need to sleep its 3 am #Hate the fact that live laugh love is becoming a daily part of my vocabulary

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welcometowhore-rrorville · 10 months

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𝓢𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓼

Featuring: Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of animal death (minor, in Michael’s part), slashers as animals being assholes, just general fun headcanons, no cat or dog because I always see them as cats and dogs and wanted to mix it up

Freddy Krueger

Some sort of bird

Probably a Conure that lost his feathers in some sort of fire

Is an asshole

And is smart enough to mock you

Will wake you up by biting your nose

Always escapes his enclosure

Can no longer fly but will manage to get up on counters and on top of your fridge anyway

Has overgrown talons and will use them for violence

Do not bring any company over

Very rarely will calm down and nestle against your chest during movie nights

But then bite you and saunter off

Jason Voorhees

Reticulated Python

Has unique scale markings on his face that resemble a hockey mask

Is huge

And usually lurks in the corner of his massive enclosure under a hide

He’ll come out at night and explore the area, and eventually figures out away to escape and roam around at night

The first time he does this you have a heart attack

He’s a massive snake

And who knows where he’s at right now?

You fear for any rodents that might be lurking

But when you find him he’s slowly but surely slithering across the living room floor, tongue flicking in curiosity

He’s a gentle giant around you

Not a fan of house guests and will actively try to escape his enclosure to scare them off

Will tolerate being picked up by you for short stretches of time

Lucky for him picking up a massive snake is no easy task

He likes to make himself comfortable on your couch and slither on top of your head to rest himself there and stare at the tv

He’s never tried to strike at you and only accidently takes your breath away when he’s trying to adjust himself in your grasp

It’s not his fault his a big boy and also consists of 99% muscle

Brahms Heelshire

Mouse

Has a massive enclosure you put together so he has more than enough space to make himself at home

Doesn’t use his hide and instead climbs in between his hide and the cage wall and nestles himself there

Loves nestling into cramped spaces

Will make random piles of bedding and hide food within them

Only comes out when you’re not home for the first few weeks

Eventually comes out when you have a treat for him

It takes a while for him to become used to you enough for you to pick him up

He’s pretty big for a mouse

and really hairy, with lots of curls all over his furry body

Will wrap his tail around your wrist for balance

Likes to nestle against the back of your neck and the collar of your shirt

Will sit there for hours and watch as you do every day tasks

Just let him down for bathroom breaks

Like everyone else, doesn’t like strangers and will bite them or scratch them if able

Michael Myers

Rat

The most massive rodent you’ve ever seen

Will never stay in his enclosure

Ever

You never see him eat or drink or anything

He just wanders your house and occasionally gnaws on things

Has massive front teeth and claws

Has various scratches and missing fur patches on his body

Never makes a noise

Will kill any rodent or insect crawling around your house

Just leaves the body there for you to find

Will very rarely lay in your bed, at the very edge, only half asleep

Doesn’t like being touched

Or caged

At this point he owns the place and you just pay rent

Will seriously injure house guests

And anybody who comes near the front door

Has bit you a few times

You still have scars

But you can’t figure out how to get rid of him so he stays

Bubba Sawyer

Tiger Oscar Cichlid

He is in a tank by himself after he cannibalized all of your other cichlids

He is massive

And even in the largest tank you could find he has some trouble turning around

Will eat anything and everything dropped into the tank

He’s got some missing scales, especially around his mouth and eyes

He’ll chase your finger if you put it against the glass and move it around

Has jumped out of the tank on multiple occasions even with the lid clipped shut

As soon as he sees his food he splashes out of the water and hits the top of the lid with a loud thump

When you scrub the algae off the tank he’s always right next to you, bumping your hand and arm

Weirdly enough, likes pets

Will keep bumping your arm until you run a hand down his side

You know it’s not good for a fish’s slime coat to do that

But it’s the only way to keep him calm long enough to scrub away the algae

You have to put him in your bathtub when it’s time to deep clean the tank

Refused to get in a bucket

You had to carry him--wet and slimy and flopping around in your arms

Any time you have company he always stares at them and occasionally bumps his head against the lid of the tank

People are mostly scared of the giant fish and don’t come over much

Bo Sinclair

Bearded Dragon

He will not quit head-bobbing at his own reflection in the glass

Very territorial

Has a very pretty scale pattern

Will bite you

Not hard

But you can tell he’s annoyed with you

He doesn’t like being in his tank much

Prefers to hang out on the kitchen counter and bask in the sunlight coming in through the window

It’s not like you can explain he needs the lights in his enclosure to get his vitamin D

Will also sit outside on the porch with you

Only eats worms

He will not bother to eat crickets when he knows you have food that doesn’t run around

You usually throw in a few crickets anyway

Also not a fan of salads

You have to hand feed him each piece of leafy green or else he will not eat it

He’s spoiled

Will throw fits and knock over stuff in his enclosure until you let him have some outside time

Likes lounging on the couch with you

Also likes when you pet his head

Climbs in your shirt and stays there

Vincent Sinclair

Chameleon

Very big and gangly

Turns some really pretty colors when out in the open

Mainly stays up in the branches in his enclosure, blended into the greenery

You don’t see him often

Likes peace and quiet

Doesn’t like being held or touched

He rarely spends time on the ground of his enclosure, save for when he has to climb down to eat food

You leave the door to his enclosure open sometimes and he pokes his head out to look around before going back inside

He doesn’t do much besides mimic the colors in your room

After a while of having him you’ve managed to get him used to being held for short periods of time

Will nestle in your hair or behind your neck

Do not leave him in an open space with no hiding spots or he will freak

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