#stomp plonk

[sorenblr]

Prepare those calzones rojos and don't choke til you swallow that twelfth grape.

Any "best of '23" lists you wanna expose to this here tumblr audience?

I've waited until the very end to answer this, since my yearly vacation lines up with the last week of December, allowing maximum time to devote to "gaming like a monster". I still didn't play shit for new games this year, but I am confident that every title on this list makes Baldur's Gate 3 and Tears of the Kingdom look like a bunch of muddy, wet shit:

Heart of the Killer

The 8th and penultimate episode in thecatamites' Anthology of the Killer series, which in aggregate is the most compelling project to come out of the medium in recent memory. Follow zinester and aspiring murder victim BB as she navigates a strange world of maniac killers and maniac killer paraphernalia. Combines the warm trappings of pulp horror and associated genre schlock with the profound literary sense and humor of the author. Boasts the rare perfect art design.

This one features 'liminal spaces' and is about the regulation and dictation of desire. Oh shit!

Varney Lake

Another 'pixel-pulp' title by the Argentine LCB Studio, this time a King or Bradbury-esque portrait of mournful childhood nostalgia set in the summer of 1954. Three friends find a dracula in the woods and he turns out to be basically just a stand-up kind of guy. Sincere, intelligent writing and gorgeous CGA-inspired art that transcends mere imitation of that style.

Pseudo-sequel to the fantastic Mothmen 1966 and best enjoyed in sequence with that game.

Stomp Plonk

It's just good old-fashioned fun to stomp and plonk around in Marek Kapolka's wordless fantasy world. The character designs and animation here bring me a lot of joy. Sometimes a game just needs to be a collection of little cretins.

Pseudoregalia

Sharply designed 3D metroidvania based on an earlier game jam project. Strangely melancholic tone and a nice, expressive moveset. One of the more engaging translations of the genre to 3D.

You can tell the developer didn't expect so many eyes on this because the protagonist has her big goat ass hanging all the way out and they had to include a toggle for pants in the options menu.

Honorable Mentions:

Shards of God: point-and-click agatha christie murder mystery set on a dune-esque desert planet. good

Orbo's Odyssey: kinetic 3d platformer. movement funny... but good?? slay 4 golden draculas

Kowloon's Curse: Lost Report: any game with an explorable desktop w/ fake sites and shit is good

Tommy Gun Witches: if you haven't seen the main promo screen for this game, there's still time for you to correct that

DOCTRINESPACE: cool twine game about a future where crypto bullshit is king, and the doctrines are hotter than ever

Kane & Lynch 2: Dog Days: mostly about killing chinese police officers and any civilians foolish enough to enter your line of sight. kane and lynch are craaaaazy!

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2023 games that I would like to have played but couldn't squeeze in: Blasphemous 2, Crypt Underworld, Bahnsen Knights, Knuckle Sandwich, 24 Killers etc.

#ask #goty 2023 #goty #thecatamites #heart of the killer #varney lake #stomp plonk #pseudoregalia

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi! I love your fics so much and wanted to send in a request if that would be okay with you!!💗 could you please do a lifeguard!Ari Levinson x Tiny!reader where she brings him lunch while he’s at work, she’s wearing a bikini… obvi. When she gets there she sees girls flirting and staring at Ari and she gets really jealous, size kink… smut? 😁

hey honey! thank you so much, I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it.

summary - you go to surprise your boyfriend and get jealous over the women hanging around him.

warning - smut, angst, jealousy, daddy kink, creampie, breeding kink, swearing, public sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You wanted to surprise your partner. You decided to make his favourite food, wrapping it in cute packaging before putting it in an adorable picnic basket and wearing the sexy bikini that Ari had gifted you. You were happy as you skipped up, excited to see Ari, but you began to regret it as you got closer. Your man stood with tall, good-looking women around him, their hands touching his biceps, and they seemed to be flirting. Was this what he does when he’s here? Did you not mean anything? Were you too short? Many thoughts flew around in your mind, causing the green monster to appear. 

You can feel your inner brat begin to make its way to the surface. With a huff, you stomp your foot and angrily turn around, not feeling in the mood to have lunch with Ari anymore. You don’t notice Ari turning his head with a smile as he sees you, which slowly turns into a frown when he catches you walking away. He growls when he realises why. These stupid bimbos are always crowding him daily, and he’s learnt to zone them out, watching out for danger. They had known he was taken, but they didn’t care, and he wished he could drown them in the same ocean he was watching. 

Ari pushes the women as he stalks after you, nodding to the other lifeguard to take over for him. “Baby!” Ari huffs, breaking out into a jog as he chases after you. “Baby! Goddamit woman! Slow down!” He growls, wondering how a tiny ass woman can be so damn fast. Ari finally catches up to you, quickly getting ahead and stopping before you. He sighs when he notices the look on your face, knowing he’d have to make it up to you. “Baby girl. Where do you think you're going?” 

You roll your eyes, attempting to walk past him but feel annoyed as he stops you. “Ari, let me go. I’m not in the mood. Go back to your beach, bimbos.” You grumble, and a squeal escapes as you are suddenly lifted, your feet no longer touching the ground as Ari carries you to a secluded part of the beach. Your tiny fists hit his back, gasping as his large hand smacks your plump cheeks. 

Ari plonks you down onto the ground and stands over you. “Now, baby girl. You know I love you, and I’d never cheat on you, so why let your inner brat take over?” His hands rest on his hips before he kneels and crawls on top of you, gripping your cheeks softly. “Did my little baby come to give daddy some lunch, hmm? Did you come here wearing my favourite bikini and then get jealous thinking I’d rather have someone else?” A moan slips past your lips as he rubs his prominent bulge against your covered cunt. “Why don’t I make it up to you, baby.” You whine when he slides your bikini bottoms to the side and takes his throbbing member out. Ari lines the thick cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in, grunting with how tight you are around him. “Fuck, baby!” 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your walls spasm wildly around his cock as he continues to push in deeper and deeper, stretching you open from the inside. Your hands fly to his back, digging your nails into his flesh as your head flies back. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck!” You whine and moan, wrapping your tiny legs around his giant body. Your screams echo as he begins to pound into you, fucking you hard and deep, marking you, claiming you. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. Why would I want someone else when I have you, huh?” Ari growls, holding your tiny body down as he destroys you, taking you apart underneath him. His cock splits you open, drilling into you until you wither underneath him, your back arches, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your arousal squirts out of you and covers him. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squirt for daddy.” Ari’s hand slithers between you and plays with your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm. His balls tighten, and his cock begins to twitch wildly before thick amounts of cum spurt out of him and deep into you, stuffing you full of him. “Gonna pump you full of me, let everyone know your mine, and I’m yours as your round with my child.” You whimper underneath him, cumming at his words. 

Ari leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, holding you close to him as he strokes your cheek. “I love you so much, baby. You’re my little doll.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[cal-flakes]

iI have an idea if you'd like to write this. So I was thinking maybe the reader and Rafe are fuck buddies and they get into a fight, and then they have hate sex and then maybe in the morning, the reader wants to leave but Rafe wants more time with her

╰┈➤ hateful sex with rafe

warnings: very nsfw, degradation, choking, swearing, fluff at the end.

summary: could friends with benefits be something more?

the click of her heels was drowned out by the obnoxious, drunk looks scattered around the house. her chest heaved as she stomped through the house, making her way to the main balcony.

shoving the door open, y/n stepped over to the couch outside, plonking down on it in a huff.

“hey y/n! long time no see!” a voice called. with a reserved smile, she turned to face it. “hey top, yeah it’s been a while” she laughed awkwardly. the last thing she wanted was to be sat there with topper thornton, but what she really wanted wasn’t up for grabs.

“so where’ve you been? are you still with rafe?” he asked, sincerity in his words. y/n threw her head back in a laugh, resting her hand on his leg. “you are so funny topper! i was never with rafe..”

his eyebrows raised, leaning into her touch. “oh? i thought you guys were together, my bad” he whispered in her ear, smirking. “no, he couldn’t give me what i wanted..” she grinned, moving closer.

“what’s that?” a growl snapped from beside her, looking up, her eyes widened in feigned shock.

“oh nothing, me and top were just talking..” she spoke in a sly tone. topper froze slightly as he felt rafe’s eyes narrow in on him. “come on y/n” rafe spat, yanking her out of the chair. the grip on her arm leaving a red ring in its absence.

y/n stumbled in her heels as rafe pulled her through the house, watching as his jaw clenched in frustration.

she hasn’t had the chance to say bye to topper before she was shoved through a doorway. “what the fuck rafe!” she shouted, taking in her whereabouts.

slamming the door behind him, he stalked towards her, pinning her against the wall by her throat.

“the fuck are you doing out there huh?” he yelled back, hot breath blanketing her face. a sly smirk appeared on her lips.

“wouldn’t you like to know..” she mocked him. rafe seethed as he held her, nose to nose. “i don’t know why you care anyways, what happened to your whore?” she teased, loving the affect her words were having on him.

“oh-oh that’s what this is about? you weren’t getting the attention you wanted?” he stuttered furiously, his forearm flexing as he tightened the grip on her neck.

her silence only enraged him further, keeping his hold on her as he pushed her over to the bed, face down.

“you’re so desperate for attention you go to my bestfriend, huh? you little slut” he sneered, undoing his belt behind her.

butterflies erupted in her stomach, his hurtful word were music to her ears, only increasing the wetness spreading between her legs.

rafe pulled her dress up, bunching it around her waist, revealing her bare. a hard smack to her backside had her gasping, longing for more as she clenched around nothing.

a hand reached around to circle her clit as another tangled itself in her hair, pulling her back up against him. “fuck..” she whimpered.

“shut the fuck up, you’re lucky if i even let you cum” he whispered, reaching further to push a finger through her folds. his hot breath sent tingles down her spine.

her walls clenched around his ring clad fingers as he pumped them, moaning loudly at his fast pace.

“what the fuck did i tell you?” rafe removed his fingers suddenly, earning a needy whine.

pushing her back down, he kicked her legs apart, opening her up for him.

“is this what you want? you want my cock you needy bitch?” he teased, brushed the tip against her.

nodding furiously, she whined into the sheets, desperately looking for something to hold onto.

noticing this, he made quick work of pinning her hands behind her back before burying himself inside of her. y/n had no time to adjust to his size, her mouth agape as her ruined her from behind.

“next time, you come and get me. i don’t care who i’m with or where i am. you’re mine y/n, and you better fucking remember that” he growled, timing his thrusts with each syllable.

the coil in her stomach turned tighter and tighter as he let his anger roll through her. “rafe! rafe i-im gonna-” he cut her off, rubbing his thumb against her clit, pulling her closer to the edge.

“i’m with you baby, cum for me..” he spoke breathlessly, putting all of his effort into the last few thrusts.

her nails scratched against the sheet, pulling a few threads out as release washed over her. the muscles in her legs strained as rafe’s fingers dug into her fingers, filling her completely.

he collapsed on top of her, running his fingers along her spine softly, causing her to flinch at the ticklish spots.

his arm around her waist tightened when she struggled against him, attempting to shimmy out from underneath him.

“rafe, what are you doing?” she questioned, brows furrowed.

“stay” he slurred into the pillow, tiredness setting in. “what?”

“i said stay y/n, i want you to stay” he spoke up, turning slightly to look at her.

“you want me to stay?” she smiled, a content glint in her eyes.

“you’re mine y/n, of course i want you to stay..” he grumbled, almost as if she was supposed to know this.

rafe never wanted her to stay, in fact he was always the first to leave. over time she picked up on this, although it hurt her, she suppressed the warm feelings for the sake of what they had already.

rafe asking her to stay had her heart pacing, threatening to unlock the box she kept her feelings in.

“but you never want me to stay?” she continued her interrogation, attempting to avoid false promises.

“i want you to stay here with me from now on, you’re mine and m’gonna make sure everyone knows it..”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #dom!rafe #rafe cameron #outer banks #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #rafe smut

[belokhvostikova]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing and smoking.

It was Steve Harrington’s twenty-ninth big birthday palooza.

Well, at least that’s what the giant, colorful banner called it, that hung across the foyer of his home. That’s what happens when Dustin Henderson plans your party. But the kid—who was beyond the definition of a kid now—had told Steve he had no right to complain about it being childish. Steve did shoot down the first option of “Big Birthday Bash,” terribly unaware that palooza was the next best thing for Henderson.

Had he known, he surely would have stuck with the first option.

Steve was correct, though. The banner was childish, and it had garnered all the fascination from the mini Munson that walked in with a gaping mouth of pure awe at the bright sign. At the very least, the actual kid would enjoy it.

And “palooza” was really selling it out. It was merely a group of adult friends simply hanging out like old times. Only the new addition was the three-year-old hanging off your leg, who adorably looked a lot like your husband.

Not fair. You did most of the work.

But it was worth it, staring into those baby cow eyes every time you crouched down to your kid. And once you stood up, you’d find them again from Eddie Munson, himself, who peered at you lovingly.

Of course, you had to show off your baby and bring him to the party. He was already a crowd favorite. Being the first baby born into Hawkins’ infamous clan of misfits gave you that right. And they all loved that tiny Munson.

Especially after that “Happy Birtday, Uncle Steeb!” It was enough to make icebergs melt.

And having a child at an adult hangout wasn’t all bad. Keeping the beers separated from the juice boxes, and having a yard big enough for the child to run was sufficient enough. Bonus points for Steve Harrington’s dog, Rufus, who took up all your kid’s attention.

By the end of the night, the group had naturally separated into two; the men left smoking outside, while the women conversed in the comfort of the living room. This had come after the cake celebration. Once the candles were blown out, Steve had joked that he wished to keep all his hair throughout his thirties. In reality, he’d wished to start a family as loving as the one his friend had.

He would end up confiding this to Eddie during the relaxed smoking session. That he wanted the whole package; a wife and kid. In fact, he dreamed of having many of them. Eddie blew out the smoke from his cigarette and smiled. “It’s the greatest fucking feeling ever, man.”

Because when Eddie looked back through the glass doors of the patio, he saw you. Sitting and chatting, beautiful as ever. But the cherry on top was seeing his tiny kid straddling your lap. His curly head of hair buried into your neck calmly asleep, as Eddie’s leather jacket draped over as a comforting blanket.

“I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” Eddie beamed, as he stomped out his cigarette.

One day Steve would get that. Whether it was with the pretty lady he was currently seeing or a future soulmate, he’d get that.

Eddie had walked in, strutting over to the quarter of cake that was left after everyone had gotten a slice. Not you, though. You were busy cheering on Steve from the couch, as your baby used your chest as a bed. Cutting a slice, and plonking it onto a paper plate, Eddie meandered his way next to you on the couch.

“You deserve a piece.” He forked a triple chocolate portion into your mouth, where he smiled, as your face contorted into delight. “Good?” He knew it was, he devoured two slices earlier. You could only hum with pleasure, before he leaned in and whispered. “Should we feed the monster?”

It was a risky move. One taste of sugar, and your three-year-old would turn into the Hulk. But it was a risk worth taking, your baby was too cute not to feed treats to.

Eddie managed to slowly insert a small piece between his tiny puckered lips, as he slept. And in true Munson fashion, your baby chewed in his sleep, eyes closed but mouth surely moving.

Then, those baby cow eyes tiredly opened at the sudden sweetness. “Choclat?”

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I don’t know why I keep making Dad!Eddie blurbs. It’s an addiction that can’t be stopped.

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[lovejosephquinn]

buying your first house with fiancé Joe and fucking on every single surface 😛

I think it's about time I wrote this piece of filth 💀💀💀 OH SHIT.

Thank you for your request x

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

Unlocking your front door after receiving your keys to your first home together that morning, you stepped into the empty hallway, eyes swatting to every crevasse you could see. Joe wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning the side of his head against yours, swaying you from side to side subtly. "Well, we did it, love." You leant your head back into his chest, a feeling quite proud overcoming you, taking the next step in settling down with your now fiancé, life was coming together all too nicely. Swerving round to face him, you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck, dancing your fingers along his skin, he shuddered at the contact. "Yes we did." Bowing his head down to rest against your forehead, your eyes spoke a thousand words of love for one another in that moment.

"There's only one thing left to do before we truly get started on our little project." Joe's low whispering tone sent shivers down your spine, his lips nearing inches away from yours.

"What's that?"

"We christen it right this instant." He pressed his self against you, not leaving a single gap between your bodies and you felt the way his cock pressed against your hip. A chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head. "Not now Joey, you're a bloody animal."

"Yes, now Y/N." Joe's pupils darkened and the malicious smile that creeped onto his features signified that you weren't getting out of what he wanted. An offer you simply couldn't refuse. Joe backed you up until your feet reached the bottom step of the staircase and you fell back; he caught you and gently laid you against it, straddling over you to kiss you passionately. You continued to cling your arms round his neck for further support, your hands holding the back of his head, fingers digging in through his messy curls as your tongues danced around one another.

Joe broke the kiss, breathing heavily and taking in your bedazzled look, holding onto you and lifting you back up, you let go of Joe, standing before him an innocent and quite frankly already hot mess. "Clothes in a pile over there, I'm about to take you on a pleasurable tour around our new place." You couldn't deny his command, there was something so sexy about when he broke into this dominant act.

You both undressed in unison and before you could make any sudden movements, he lifted you up and you proceeded to wrap your legs around his waist, putting your arms back around his neck once again where they previously gripped onto.

Joe stomped into the kitchen and plonked you onto the countertop mercilessly. Lifting your legs onto them to support yourself. "Open up, I'm ravenous." The irony of it being in the kitchen. Joe forced your thighs apart abruptly and dug straight in. Nuzzling his head so he could reach your slit and began sucking in-between your folds, savouring his favourite taste in the world that was your pussy juices.

He hummed into your cunt, flickering his tongue against your swelling clit, followed by his mouth entirely covering your mound, making the loudest slurping noises letting you know he's enjoying every second. Two fingers directed themselves straight into your entrance, not giving you a moment to adjust he began fucking his fingers rigorously in and out of you. Between breathing and fiercely eating your cunt Joe used his other hand to relieve the ache that surrounded his leaking shaft, slowly stroking his hand over it.

"Joe, fuck, I'm going to cum." You squirmed over his busy body, wanting nothing more to release in that second, he immediately stopped. Ugh.

"Not yet you're not. We're building this up and we're going to cum so fucking hard together, got it?"

You nodded vigorously as he took you back into his arms, lifting you off the countertop, leaving the small trail of fluid behind on it. You'd clean up later. Joe took you upstairs, slamming you against the landings wall and kissing you desperately, his cock trapped between you, brushing against your wet pussy made him whimper into your mouth, you could tell he was throbbing to be inside of you just from the sounds he made.

Joe took you into the bathroom shortly after, putting you down in a gentler manner than before, taking your hand and turning you around so you faced away from him. The sink beneath your view, he bent you over and spanked your arse cheeks one by one. "God I can't wait for this." Spitting onto his hand, Joe lathered his cock in his saliva, throwing his head back and growling at the touch. He then took a hold onto your hips, digging his fingers straight into your skin and shoved his thick member straight inside of you without a word of warning. Your hands gripped at the sinks edge as you let out a sharp moan, feeling the entirety of his cock fill you in an instant. "Tell me how you want it, baby."

"Hard." Is all you managed; he needn't hear more as he pounded into you at an unfathomable pace, strings of moans and profanities falling from his lips as he took a fistful of your air and arched you backwards. "Yes, just how my girl likes it."

You both stared into the mirror placed above the sink, eyes burning intensely at one another, Joe bit down on his bottom lip, he undeniably loved every little face you made whilst he fucked you. "Yes. Take it, take it like the good fucking girl you are." The mix of pleasure and pain striking your body as your cunt was abused, balls slapping against you and your orgasm starting to take over. "Yeah, that's it, let go baby, cum for me. Burst all over this cock that's fucking you so well."

You did just that, letting your head fall slightly but not before Joe's tight grip on your hair pulled you straight back to attention, your squeals bouncing and echoing across the walls. Joe continued to buck his hips into you which had now started to become erratic. He pulled himself out frantically moment later and pulled you to fully stand. "On your knees, now."

You turned and fell to your knees, watching his every move. "Now, I want that pretty little mouth to make me cum, can you do that for me, baby?"

You lent up and jerked the twitching shaft a couple of times, carefully wrapping your lips around his tip causing Joe to hiss at the change of contact. "Fuck yes Y/N, Christ." His head threw itself back and you began to relentlessly suck, his hands took hold of the back of your head so he could control your pace, pushing it downward so the tip touched the back of your throat, it tasted so good, completely smothered of you.

Water streamed from your eyes as you choked near to the base of his cock, and he let go slightly so you could refrain from suffocating. "I need to cum so fucking bad, let that sweet mouth take my seed, I want to see you swallow every drop." You rapidly sucked as far as you could go without retching. One final slurp saw Joe seeing stars, his soul leaving his body and out of the earth's orbit, his cum spewing out as you milked him for every last bit of the gooey liquid, he could possibly offer you.

"Jesus Christ, baby, oh my god, your blowjob skills could almost give me a heart attack." Joe muttered breathlessly, his thighs wobbling at the over stimulated sensation. You giggled removing his cock from your mouth and wiping it with the back of your hand. Joe offered you his hands to stand you back up, taking his fingers under your chin to meet his content and observant gaze. Pecking onto your lips, the smile you shared so sweet and innocent, it would have made anyone else think that nothing of the sort had just occurred between you both.

"Welcome home, beautiful."

"I think I'm going to like it here." You giggled.

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[laurageto]

Aki Hayakawa

"YES SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Power chanted with a devilish grin planted across her face. Denji looked back and forth between the fiend, Aki and you. "What the hell is spin the bottle?" You all side eyed eachother in exasperation. "Have you lived in a bin all of your life?" Aki muttered under his breath.

The cramped apartment smelt of stale cigerette smoke and liqueur. You'd all been on a night out with the wider Public Safety Devil Hunters. Himeno had ensured you'd all drunk copious amounts of liqueur between you before sending you off back to your apartment.

Thanks Himeno, thanks a bunch.

"Want me to kick you in the balls again tough guy?" Denji declared his act of war against the ebony haired male, both testosterone fueled edging closer together from across the table.

You grabbed one of the many used shot glasses from the table and topped it up with the golden coloured tequila that happened to be in arms reach. You brought your delicate hand up to your mouth, parting your lips and extending your tongue to graze your supple skin. Your fingers found the salt shaker you'd brought to the table earlier in the evening, gingerly you tapped the white granules onto the slick saliva trail you'd left.

Both boys had completely forgotten about their argument and their focus was entirely consumed by you. Your prepped hand met your tongue once more, in one smooth lick the crystals enter your mouth and melt.

You placed the cold glass to your lips and tipped the contents down your throat. The heat of the liquid soared down your esophagus. 

"Damn Hayakawa, your girlfriend is fire". Aki quickly snapped out of his trance, a vein on his forehead popped in frustration.

"SPIN NOW!" Power slammed an empty bottle into the middle of the table. "Don't worry Denji, you'll get the game once we start. Why don't you go first?" you smiled kindly at the strawberry blonde male.

Denji span the bottle and it's opening pointed at Power. "Ok so now you have to ask Power to answer a truth or complete a dare". He pondered for a moment before grinning. "Ok. Eat those vegetables you left earlier!"

"NO FAIR!" She screamed, folding her arms across her chest like a petulant child. "Come on Power. A dares a dare" you nudged her gently. She wandered over to the kitchen and plucked half a carrot off of her dinner plate that she'd managed to dodge earlier. Squeezing her lids closed she stuck her tongue out and placed the carrot on it, swallowing as quickly as she could. A fit of choking ensued. "YOU DAMN DEVIL! TRYNA POISON ME!" The female fiend raged on as she stomped back to the living area and plonked back down onto her seat.

"Ok Power, now it's your turn to spin". The devilman span the bottle with a stupid amount of force, so much so that it felt like a good five minutes before the bottle actually landed. "HAAHAHA! REVENGE IS SWEET!" she cackled as the bottle pointed directly at Denji.

"KISS Y/N! AND NONE OF THIS FRIEND KISSING. I WANT TONGUES!"

Denji's face flushed as red as a beetroot not knowing where to look. "It's ok Denji, it's just a game". You batted your long black lashes at him and leaned across the table. You caught a glance at Aki from the corner of your eye, his lips smashed into a line. The cerulean of his orbs anticipating your next move.

Denji gulped at your consent as he placed both hands on the table for support, his face edging closer to yours.

Your pink lips messily plant on his. You grin, brushing your tongue across his bottom lip enticing it to open. He happily obliged. You eagerly explore eachothers mouthes, his kisses certainly felt different to Aki. He was all nerves and clearly an amateur. Aki knew what he was doing, he knew how you liked it.

The entire makeout you kept your e/c eyes open and fixed on your boyfriend.

His jaw clenched and fists balled in a rage. He knew you were doing this on purpose to get a rise out of him - and it was working.

You ran your slender fingers through the sides of the blondes hair before starting to pull away. You weren't going to let him go without catching his bottom lip between your perfectly white teeth and teasingly pulling on it.

A string of saliva roped it's way between you two before it broke. Denji looked like he'd had a stroke.

Aki slammed his fists onto the wooden table, hoisting himself up and marching to his room. A loud slam quickly followed suit.

Oops.

"Come on Aki. It's a game" you rapped your knuckles against the closed door. He eventually opened it and you waltzed inside. He turned to you, pressed his chest into yours and slowly backed you up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think your playing at?" he growled.

You shrugged "I told you it was a game".

Running his fingers down your arms he grabbed both wrists tightly, pulling them up next to your head. "I don't share my stuff" his deep voice muttered in your ear as he closed the gap between your faces.

His wide palm took grasp of both wrists above your head to free one of his hands. He took hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb tip tenderly. "Are you mine?" He commanded. "Yes Aki" you obediently responded.

A smile curled into his lips before he gently peppered kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone. Your breathing hitched in delight which made him take a deep inhale. "You're wearing that perfume I like.." he whispered between small nibbles on your nape. His finger hooked onto the strap of your ebony dress, he tugged it down off your shoulder aggressively to expose more flesh.

You loved this dominent side of him, it made your panties damp with excitement.

You eagerly got involved in the action, hands knowing exactly where to grasp. It wasn't difficult to find, his cock already rock hard causing a tent in his pants. He groaned in anticipation as you grasp his member firmly. You massage the fabric around his large shaft causing him to slam is palm down onto the wall to remain balanced from pleasure.

The entire time both of your eyes are fixated on one another. The eye contact was intense but neither of you wanted to miss a single reaction from eachother. His finger trailed across your bare skin to find the remaining strap to your dress. Sliding that off, the gown glided off your skin like soft, creamy butter. His pupils dilated dramatically as your perky breasts came into view. "I noticed you purposely didn't wear a bra tonight". You hummed and nodded in response. "I could see those perky nips from across the table all evening, it was so hard to be professional in front of the whole team" the words escaped his lips between him working his way down to your breasts, taking his time and tasting every bit of your flesh as he went.

"Well you don't need to be professional now" you bit your lip in reaction to the tickles Aki's lips made against you. His warm mouth eventually finds your breast and he gracefully twirls his tongue around the tender surface. Your nipples become even harder with the stimulation, he delicately nips at them wanting to hear more of those moans he loved so much. It didn't take long for his ears to be satisfied, your toes curled as pleasure filled hisses escaped your parted lips. .

He finally released your wrists allowing only momentary movement before he slips both arms down your waist, cupping your plump bum. Without hesitation he hoists you into his arms, sloppily finding your mouth in the process. Your tongues dance together, perfectly matching eachothers movements. The taste of him was one of your favourites, not thick with cigerette smoke like you'd expect. It was fresh, the aroma of spearmint filled your senses. You wrapped your supple legs around his waist allowing him access to you thighs. He greedily grabs handfuls of thigh whilst carrying you over to his bed.

Your head eventually finds the soft bedding, the scent of his aftershave permeating through the sheets. It was intoxicating to you.

Next thing you know, his fingers are tugging the remainder of your dress down leaving nothing but your juice soaked panties on display. He parted your legs, a hungry smile displaying on his features. "Look how wet you are baby. Is this all for me?" His moist tongue greets his dry lips as he wets them eagerly. "Yes Aki. I'm so wet for you" you groan in apprehension of his next move.

Planting kisses between your thighs he inhaled deeply, your natural scent so alluring. He laps his tongue up against your underwear, teasing it between the fabric and your dripping pussy underneath. "Look at me" he demands, his hot breath hitting your folds as he spoke. You obey and pulled a nearby cushion under your head to get a better view. Putting you out of your misery he tore off the weak lace thong and threw it across his room. Leaning back he admired you for a moment..

You were absolute perfection in his eyes. He was so in awe of you, he never fully understood how he managed to get so lucky. You were his and he was going to show you that in the way words couldn't.

He dived down between your legs once more, parting your vagina with his fingers to expose your throbbing clit. He placed his tongue flatly against your area taking slow long laps, swallowing your juices loudly. "You taste to sweet, I could eat you all day" he muttered into you. The tip of his tongue finds your clit once more and flicks it which causes your legs to shake in rapture.

"My turn" your voice managed to croak.

He stands up and pulls the crisp white shirt over his head exposing his toned abdomen underneath. After the shirt was disregarded he fumbles with his pant buttons trying to get them undone, you knew this was your cue to step in.

"Let me help" you purred whilst getting into a kneeling position on the end of the bed. The garments made their way to the floor, finally revealing Aki in his full glory. Drool gathered in your mouth whilst you took his shaft in your hand and pumped it for a moment. "I didn't tell you to stop looking at me" he groaned. You placed the tip of his member into your mouth whilst gazing up at him, slowly inching it further into your cavity until there was no more visible. You worked on him for some time before he pulled himself out with urgency. "Fuck no baby, you'll make me cum. I want to cum in you"

You laid back once more, he placed his shaft at your plump entrance. He folded your legs back, allowing him gripping access to your thighs. "Ready?"

"Ready"

He didn't hesitate, plunging his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. He fit you perfectly. His breathing intensified the moment he entered you, his expression one of pure extacy.

He leaned onto your thighs, fingers gripping you as the speed he was thrusting increased. "Oh shit Aki, right there!" You screamed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. "Louder. Say my name louder. Let those fucking devil's hear you" he commanded. "Take it" he shouted, balls slapping against your round ass.

Sweat was drenching the both of you as you writhed against eachother. "I'm going to cum.. Aki I'm going to.." you laboured finding it hard to talk now.

His pumping started to falter, you knew this was it.

"Cum for me baby" you squealed, the first order you'd given him this entire time. His eyes widened, the moans now constantly pouring out of his mouth. "Now, cum now" he splutters. You feel the hot liquid shoot up into your cervix which was all you needed to finally let your own orgasm escape. The pleasure waved through your body and made you shake uncontrollably. The tip of his cock pulsates inside of you, expelling the remaining semen from his passage.

"God damn. I love you y/n"

#aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #aki chainsaw man #aki #aki one shots #aki hayakawa one shots #csm smut #csm aki #aki x reader #aki x you #aki x y/n #aki smut

[marrowfrog00]

Less Perfect [s.h.]

summary: Fem reader has it out with her imperfect, adulterous cad of a man Steve Harrington - but there is always more than meets the eye, no?

cw: 18+ mdni; implied/allusions to smut but no actual smut takes place, discussions of cheating, angst, toxic partner dynamics, arguing, name-calling, mentions of shitty parents, trauma, role-play, aftercare, anxiety, jealousy, hurt/comfort, use of perjorative "skank", use of petnames (sarcastic & sincere), home-grown therapy, kinda, very dialogue heavy, kitchen sink drama, fluff disguised as angst, really it's so fuckin' soft, lmk if I missed anything

wc: 2.7k

A/N: I honestly don't know what this is, my brain just burped her out and she's weird as shit. Please be nice, she's just a baby (and I'm just a three-legged orange cat with an internet connection). Reiterating that this is very dialogue heavy so if that's not your thing, carry on your merry way.

The metal tips of your stilettos clacked against the lacquered floors of the hallway as you speed walked, passing expensive wall-to-wall oil paintings and accent tables topped with vases full of immaculate flowers.

Alabaster sprays of hydrangeas (white, always white, so as not to clash with the surroundings) and dahlias mocked you from crystal vases as you stomped angrily toward the main bedroom, Steve hot on your tail.

"Don't walk away from me, pumpkin," he spat from behind you.

You guffawed as you stormed into the bedroom, making to slam the heavy mahogany door in his face. Steve was quick, though. An ex-athlete, afterall. He stopped the door with his hand and sneered, yes, sneered at you.

"Piss off, darling," you barked, turning your back to him.

You clopped heavily to the vanity and removed your earrings, chucking them carelessly onto the table. You opened the drawer and pawed through the contents looking for makeup wipes, plonking down onto the plush upholstered stool.

Steve glared at you and you could swear you heard his teeth grinding from where you sat. Commit, commit. Where the hell were those fucking wipes?

"You're goddamn unbelievable, you know that?"

"Me?" you shot back , voice laced with disbelief.

Steve cocked his hip and put his hand there. "Yeah, you. Ya see anyone else in this room?" he asked, gesturing around the swank sleeping quarters. Impeccable color story, not a speck of dust to be found in the place.

You stood from the stool, slowly, like a big cat ready to strike down her prey. Your gaze was mean and piercing as you stalked forward on high-heeled feet. You watched Steve take half a step back, mentally high-fiving yourself. This was good, this was forward motion.

Your voice dripped with rancorous sarcasm when you replied, "Well, gee, I dunno, darling. You could have been speaking to whichever one of your office skanks has your dick mesmerized this week."

Steve dropped his hand to his side, straightening his spine.

You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes to the ceiling, pretending to conjure a name. "Dana? Diane? Kimberly? Kathy?"

"Come off it," Steve gritted out, fists balling at his sides. His eyes, those gorgeous, unreal russet eyes that had captured your heart once upon a time narrowed on you. "You can act like a crazy bitch in public or in my fucking house. Pick one."

You couldn't help but laugh at him, shaking your head incredulously.

"You're not even going to deny it this time?" you asked, crossing your arms. "You used to give me the false courtesy of sparing my feelings, but I guess I've run out of favors from you."

You watched Steve's shoulders locked up as his face twitched ever so slightly. His eyes glazed over a little, like he'd gone somewhere else. Shit. Reset.

You swallowed harshly and busied yourself, smoothing the front of your dress as you kept one eye on his face, waiting.

Steve shook his head quickly like he was shaking off his very thoughts as he swaggered closer to you, invading your space and looking down his nose. Down at your face. Your pretty, soft face.

He remembered the first time he ever got a look at you up close, your eyes looked sparkly and he'd had the insane urge to bite your cheek. Right now, your eyes were dull with uncertainty and your biteable cheeks were slack under your frown.

He felt his heart kick up as he choked out his next words. "You wanna talk about favors, huh?" He cleared his throat, willing his voice to come out thicker, with more bravado. "Let's talk about how you like to act like everything you do for me is a favor. How every fuck, every blow job, every time you stoop so low as to look my way anymore is a favor as far as your concerned."

Adrenaline started washing over your body as you fought to stay in the moment. You could see the regret in his eyes and you wondered if you were careening toward scorched earth territory. You futzed with your shaking hands, unable to decide what to do with them before you crammed them under your armpits to still them.

You glanced at Steve's chest, clocking his quickened breathing. You could see how upset he was, feeling the intensity radiating off him where he stood just inches away. It was time to change course, to shock him out of the frenzy he was working himself into.

You glanced at the enormous four poster bed, festooned with a silky cream duvet and rich red throw pillows when an idea struck you. You looked back up at him, pinned under his expectant gaze. He was grinding his teeth.

"Did you fuck them in our bed?"

Steve was taken aback. He glanced between you and that stupid, giant bed - a varitable chasm, a luxurious, oversized token of a failed union. He was struck dumb, scarcely comprehending the question.

"Huh?"

To say you had gone off-script would be an understatement. Not that there was a script as such, but the story beats tended to be locked in everytime.

You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, a renewed sense of purpose taking you over. "Your office skanks. The ones you've been generously donating your dick to. Did you fuck them in our bed?" you asked again, enunciating your words.

Steve blinked at you with wide eyes. "The hell kinda question is that, pumpkin?"

You softened your gaze on him and grazed his perfect jaw with your finger before stalking over to the bed. Steve watched as you gripped one of the bed posts and placed a hand on your hip. You looked like a showroom model, drawing his attention to where you stood.

Steve felt the gnawing in his stomach that had been building subside a little as he took you in. You looked so classy, so pretty, so sexy in that satin dress, in those black stockings. Your hair, which had been styled to perfection for tonight had gone a little flat, a tiny bit of mascara flaking under one eye.

He liked you best like this. The veneer of flawlessness cracked just enough to let him in. A little less perfect.

Your gaze was still soft and open and he gestured for you to continue. Satisfied, you lifted your chin and flexed your jaw.

"Did you fuck them in our bed, darling? I deserve to know."

You sat primly on the tufted bench at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, hands planted on either side of you.

Steve gulped, feeling the ice returning to his veins but he knew he needed to press on. This was the sweet spot. He ignored the noodly feeling in his legs, strutting over to where you sat and plopped down next to you.

He looked in your eyes. "Yes."

"All of them?" you asked softly.

Steve couldn't stop the tears building as he forced himself to keep looking at you, a spectral sense of shame that he had never picked up but that he nevertheless carried searing his neck and cheeks.

"Just Dana. Er, Diane? A-and, Kimberly," he stuttered.

You couldn't help yourself then, giving his pinky finger a little tickle with your own and you felt your own tears building. Seeing him cry always got to you a little, but you were getting better about it. You kept your face steely as you quickly wiped them away and you sniffed.

"Did they let you fuck them in the ass?"

"Everytime."

"And that's why you did it? To get back at me because I wouldn't let you have my ass?"

"Partly," he whispered back, thickly.

You blinked back more tears and cleared your throat. "What's the other part?"

Steve flinched as he propped his elbows on his knees, fixing his eyes on the ground. He gripped his hair meanly between his fingers. His voice was thick and strained with emotion, but the words flowed easily then.

"The other part is that I'm a shallow, hollow, status-obsessed creep that cares more about pretty, shiny new things...and more about my empty family legacy than I do about my family."

You kept your hands in your lap even though you ached to reach out and touch him, to pull him back to you. Instead, you sniffled softly so as not to disturb the man beside you as he continued.

"Even when I'm home, I'm somewhere else. I should have stayed alone since that's clearly what I wanted all along. Spendy liquor and cheap lays."

You pressed your nails into your palm, worried about how still he was, still itching to touch him. You didn't. You listened to his voice become thinner, straining through stifled sobs.

"But instead I found you and snatched you away from whatever life you could have had instead. I married you and broke you and put your pieces in a little box. And you just took it and I think part of me hates you for that. And I punish you for it. I punish everyone for it."

He sobbed then, shoulders slumping. You bit your lip and tapped your foot, jonesing to touch him.

Steve scrubbed his tears away and violently inhaled the snot back into his sinuses. He watched the pointy toe of your heel tap tap tap on the ground.

The dam had broken again after how many times of this and he was wrung out. Done. There was a finality to this, he felt. Like this might have pushed him over that finish line that he'd been seeking for so long.

"Fuck..babe..fu-pomegranate," he whimpered.

"Pomegranate?" you repeated back in a tiny voice.

"Pomegranate."

You stood abruptly and walked between his spread thighs. His eyes were pinched shut as he tried to call back the tears that left angry, red rivulets down his cheeks.

You gently raked your fingers through his hair, straightening it gently, lovingly. "Can you look at me, baby?"

He sniffled again and shook his head abruptly. "In a minute. S'too much right now. But hold me, please, honey?"

You pulled him into you, cradling his head to your chest and stroking his back while he clung to your waist. After a moment you pressed your mouth to the crown of his head.

"Let's breathe now."

"M'okay," he said in a little voice, clearly not wanting to loosen his grip on you.

"No, love. Remember? We said," you chastised gently. "It's important. Just a few."

You led him through a handful of deep breaths, never ceasing your loving hold on him, peppering your counting with praise for him.

Slowly, Steve stood and hooked his arms around yours pinning them to your sides. You pushed your hands into back pockets of his slacks as he finally looked at you. You propped your chin on his chest and gazed back, a soft smile making it's way on both your faces.

"Hi," he whispered down at you.

"Hi," you returned. "We good?"

In spite of how exhausted he was, he wore a grin of what almost looked like elation as he nodded at you. The life had returned to his eyes, red though they were.

"Thank you, honey," he breathed gratefully as he rocked you.

You kissed his chest. "You don't need to thank me."

He tilted your chin up to meet your eyes again. "No, I really, really do. I feel kind of greedy sometimes. Asking you for this."

You cocked your head at him and shook your head lightly, willing him to understand how serious you were when you told him, "It's for us, love. I'd rather do this with you then have you carry all this with you for years and then-"

You didn't care to finish that thought. You didn't like to think about what you'd once worried would happen. That you and this man, the love of your life, would have to sit on a festering boil of his pain until it exploded one day, tossing you so far away from one another that you would never make it back into each other's arms.

Maybe from the outside these little exercises would have appeared weird or fucked up. But when Steve had confided his fears in Robin and she suggested role-play after watching an episode of Donahue, he thought screw it. He'd rather try that than do nothing and watch you slip away from him. Plus he knew that you wouldn't make him feel bad for asking. And wouldn't you know it, you heartily agreed.

You adored him for his sincerity, for being so vulnerable in asking you. You'd started out very mild, very slow. Sitting through tense dinner scenarios at first. Then graduating to little arguments in the car. Always structured, always negotiated beforehand.

When Steve's parents asked him to housesit while they jetted off again, he brought this idea to you. The pièce de résistance. Acting out a big blowout, an opera of hurt feelings inside the very walls where all his worst fears had spawned.

And it appeared now that your joint commitment (and the risk you'd taken going off-script and escalating the storyline) had paid off. The relief was palpable for you both.

Steve glanced around the room and made a noise of disgust. "Let's get out of here, honey."

You took his hand and you two started strolling leisurely toward the exit. You swung your linked hands, Steve passively taking in the features and layout of the house one more time for posterity.

You were both beyond ready to return to the little two-bedroom apartment you both shared with Robin on the other side of town. Sometimes it was drafty, it was always a little cramped, it was entirely furnished with second-hand stuff, mismatched tchotchkes and relics from three mismatched childhoods. There was a yellow stain in the shape of Rhode Island over the fridge. Oh, and the shower faucet handle was broken off, so you had to use a wrench to turn it on. You two couldn't wait to get back there.

"How mad do you think Moth is gonna be that we've been gone for three days?" you asked, pressing your nose into Steve's bicep as he locked the front door to Harrington Penitentiary. He glanced down at the key in his hand and chucked it carelessly into a flower bed.

Steve snickered at your question, grasping your hand again as you walked to the car. He opened the passenger door for you, lovingly protecting your head with one hand as you ducked into your seat.

"I think we should prepare for the possibility that he's officially Robin's cat now and we've been demoted to godparent status."

You grinned and giggled through closed lips, your cheeks full and glowing with the force of it. Steve couldn't help himself. He ducked down and delighted in the shriek you let out when he gave your cheek a little love bite before tucking your legs in and shutting your door for you.

When he was in the driver's seat, he paused, key at the ignition. You rolled your head against the headrest to look at him.

"Know what I wanna do when we get home?" he mused, looking up to meet your eye.

Your eyes sparkled at him, a placid smile on your pretty mouth, which he returned. "Hm?"

"I wanna get you out of that dress and eat you out. Those shoes stay on for that part," he said, eyes flicking to your feet. He reached over and caressed your face with his thumb as you softened into his touch. "Then I wanna hold you real close and make love." He brushed some flaky mascara away from your eye. "After that I'll put you in that goofy, giant shirt you love sleeping in..."

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "It's not goofy," you muttered in faux-offense.

Steve grinned wryly. "It's got a picture of a cactus with sunglasses and a cowboy hat and I'm pretty sure you completely disappeared inside of it one night." You giggled again.

Steve's face smile softened. "And then we'll go to sleep. And, in like a year, I wanna ask you to marry me - properly, I mean- and I want you to say yes."

Your eyes didn't leave his as you grabbed his hand and pressed sweet kisses into each of his knuckles.

"Yes, baby. Yes to all of it."

"Good."

"Good."

You swapped rounds of deep kisses and whispered I love you's before Steve drove you home.

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #stranger things #stranger things x reader

[denim-devil]

Consolation | J.C

Pairings - Jacob Custos x Male reader

Request - OMG U WRITE FOR THE QUARRY?? Can I request Jacob x Emma’s adopted brother smut? Even tho he’s adopted, he’s basically the same as Emma (attractive, nice body, small waist, and big kissable lips) but he’s nicer and loves helping people. Emma always makes fun of him and calls him a push over. Reader has always had a crush on Jacob but has never done anything abt it bcuz Emma was dating him and cuz he seemed straight. The story would take place after Jacob storms off after truth or dare and instead of Emma going to find Jacob, it would be the reader this time. They do the swimming scene, almost kiss, get interrupted by the werewolves, but instead of running into the woods, they hide in the kitchen. And then smut

A/N — I’m decided to leave the smut part out of it, hope you don’t mind, I thought this fic was kinda cute and fluffy so-

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You watched your sister lock lips with Nick, already you could sense the tension, it was thick, smouldering, you could see the pain behind Jacob’s eyes, his mouth hanging agape in shock, why would Emma do such a thing? Especially in-front of Abi too.

You coughed loud enough to break up the kiss Emma being Emma stuck her tongue out at you before plonking herself back on the log beside an angry Abi.

It took no longer then a look her way for her to practically jump to her feet, running away from the crackling campfire towards the forest.

“You like kissing my girlfriend asshole?”

Jacob bucked up his chest, glaring down at the Aussie counsellor. Nick looked guilty, of course he did, but knowing Jacob, he wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

“It was just a game-“

“I’m nobody’s girlfriend”

You shake your head at your sister’s response, she had no remorse, not even in the slightest. You could sense the anger which irradiated from Jacob’s figure.

“The fuck it was. “Oh, it was just a game!” Yeah, the fuck it was, man!”

He began to mimic his best friend, still looking him up and down like he was really looking for a fight, or something, something to at-least show everyone that Emma was off limits. You were so sick of this Alpha-male bullshit but you really sympathised with him, especially with how everyone had been treating him this summer.

Jacob twists on his heel, stomping away from the camp which was a clear indication of how he felt, he had every right to feel that way, Emma dangled a carrot in front of his face, how was he suppose to act.

“Grow up, Jacob”

You gather your thoughts, immediately rising to your feet, fuck, somebody had to check on him and he probably really didn’t want to see Emma right now, not after tonight.

“Well done horse face, way to go-“

You follow in Jacob’s footsteps, quickly jogging after him in a pace that suited you.

──☆──

You were met with the glistening waters of Hackett’s quarry lake, the water slightly jiggling in place, the moon’s reflection shimmering over the slightly murky water.

You could hear splashes, ones that were not to big but big enough to give up Jacob’s where-about’s. You slowly made your way over the creaking wood, the small dock isolated, attached to the empty boat deck.

“Jacob?” You whisper sweetly, watching the bigger male forcefully throw pebbles into the lake, maybe it was a distraction, one that reframed him from replaying the exact moment his whole world tumbled down.

“Go away-“

“It’s me…”

You trail off. He wasn’t surprised, but glad, glad you had followed behind, at-least someone was fond of him. His frown settled into a small smirk, a weak smirk that hid away his true feelings.

You sit yourself beside him. Immediately you could tell he had been crying, from his slightly puffy, red eyes to the clear tears that stained his olive skinned cheeks

It was silent between the two of you, not that you minded, Jacob actually preferred it that way, enjoying your company with the silence that followed but of course, you were way to sweet to keep quiet.

“Jacob…look at me”

He did, but his smirk faded, instead it was replaced with that frown from before. You could sense how hurt he was from, judging by his sniffling he wasn’t going to stop feeling sorry for himself any time soon and that in itself broke your heart, you had to do something.

“She fucking frenched him- in front of everyone…jesus wept”

You watched a distraught Jacob scramble to his feet, pacing back and forth. He could feel the dry tears on his cheek, the extra amount of spit clinging to his tongue from not swallowing as often, god…really.

“Well…lover boy, you can either stop sulking over her, and Nick, or…you can go grab us some towels”

Jacob stopped in his tracks before turning to face you, confusion written all over his features, his brows furrowed as if you had just stepped on his toe.

“What do you need towels for?”

You smile, which had Jacob’s heart thump slightly faster…fuck, what was going on.

“Well, since you agreed with Emma, summer fun an all and after that kiss, I’m sure she’s the last person you want to see…our Summer isn’t over just yet…”

Jacob watches you kick off your shoes, your fingers already grabbing at your zipper, Emma has already managed to fuck the night up for pretty much everyone, and your love for Jacob grew by the second, why not sweep up the opportunity to get closer, with it being just the two of you.

Jacob perked up slightly before muttering a more happier “okay”. You watched the older male scurry off, maybe it was the vibe, or the urgency to have some fun but Jacob seemed pretty into this…

──☆──

“There’s not towels!” Jacob shouted down from the upper boat deck. With the kids being rather rampant and destructive, you were sure a few smuggled some home, not that it was an issue.

“None?!”

Jacob stood glaring at the empty wooden panels, clearly his luck was non-existent by this point.

“There’s exactly zero.”

“You dick”

You joke, not that it was the right time but still, no towels, you were going to freeze to death, even in summer the air was cool, cooler then usual.

“Just get back down here, Jacob…”

──☆──

“Huh, okay well I guess we could just like, drip dry. Or I mean we could shake it out doggy style”

You blush at his comment, your eyes focusing on how eased and free he was, he felt a little more in the present now, not that he’s over Emma’s actions yet but it was something.

You both chuckle before slipping down your trousers, leaving you in just your boxers which immediately caught his attention. He watched as you practically hid yourself by turning away, facing the water.

“I-“

Before he could even speak you dive head first into the water with a short squeal, one that left Jacob with a blooming sense of joy, something that spread through his body, his chest…

“Hey- I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen-“

“Oh but you can. Because, you see, oh help, help, I’m- I’m drowning. And I- I need a big, strong not at all insecure man to come and save me…”

You giggle before settling your eyes on his naked chest…fuck, he really had you wrapped around his finger. He blushes at your comments, you helped him forget about her and you actually cared about how he was feeling.

“Okay…”

You watch as he pushes his shoulder forwards before slightly flexing, buffing up his chest.

“What’s this? A male in need?! Fear not, fragile thing- for Hurricane Jake is here!”

He jumps high enough to tuck his legs underneath him, his arms holding them up creating a ball-like shape.

“CANNONBALL-“

The splash was big, but you chuckle, watching his head dunk underneath for a second before reappearing, he grimaced at the coldness now surrounding him.

“Woah, cold! Oh! Cold, cold, cold. Oh my- Cold. Oh. Phew”

You giggle watching the older male shiver, you could tell he would get use to it though, you smile, finally he looked a little bit happier, if only for a split second.

“Hurricane Jake?”

Your smile only encourages the butterflies in his stomach to spread up into his chest, a rush of adrenaline running through him, or something of the sorts had a raspy laugh escape him.

You playfully splash him before scooting away a bit, knowing Jacob would do the same back.

“Oh, okay, okay, now you’re gonna get it. See?”

Scooting closer, Jacob uses his strength to his ability, forcing a big splash to topple over your hair, soaking it. You squeal feeling each, single droplet pass by your ears and neck, eventually back into the water.

You giggle once again before shooting him a despicable glance, splashing him back.

“Hey! Quit it!”

You roll your eyes playfully knowing full well he was having fun, maybe the most fun he’s had all summer, especially here anyways.

“Oh! Stop! Being! A! Grump”

You use both hands to paddle small splashes back his way causing him smirk, his arms dunk underneath the water disappearing from view before he slyly pushes water back onto you.

“Ugh! Attack!”

You flinch before shooting him a glare.

“Ahhh! Hey!”

Before you could even respond, the male takes a large breath before ducking beneath the water. You look around, trying to catch whatever plan he calculated in his head.

A forceful hand yanks your leg quickly, dragging you underneath. You yelp before the water consumes you. You can already hear the deep laughter erupting from his chest before coming back up to the surface.

Your eyes squint, stopping the water from blurring your vision.

“Dick move.”

You feel his arms secure your waist against his own, the water softening the fabric between you both even more…fuck, was this really happening.

“Jacob…”

You look up into his eyes, capturing that same glint he wore when he accidentally walked in on you showering, something dark, but not entirely lustful, the way his arms soothed over your lower back had you judging his motive.

“Yeah…”

He mutters back, his lips mere inches from your own, you could feel his breath fan across your cheek. You sigh, allowing the older male to pull your bottom half closer until your chest’s were touching.

“Is this okay? I can move away if-“

You shake your head before lifting it, close enough for his plump lips to rub against them.

“Please…Please don’t-“

Your breath hitches once Jacob pushes for the kiss, attaching your lips together. His arms keep you close, holding you against his front. He grunts, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip, tugging on it.

He watches you closely once you pull away, a light blush dusting his cheeks a pale red. The air was getting cooler, much like the water surrounding you both which encouraged you to take ahold of one of Jacob’s hands, pulling him towards the dock.

“You’re okay with this?”

You mutter. You weren’t really sure what was happening between the two of you, jealousy doesn’t run far from the tree, yes you were super jealous of you’re sister, but now, now you had the chance to show Jacob how you really felt, especially with how inviting the situation had become.

You feel a tug back before you sink back into his chest, his arm wrapping around your shoulder blades, your faces close once again.

“Not in a million years would I imagine this…but you- I realise now…”

#male reader #x male reader #jacob custos #the quarry #zach tinker #smut #fluff #angst #damn girl all three- #jacob’s emotions are MESSY

[thesightstoshowyou]

🩸BLOODFEST🩸

Week 2

Prompts: Found Footage. Gore. Corruption. Monster

Keywords: Nightmare. Ravenous.

Glass

Michael Myers x GN Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Noncon, breaking and entering, knife “play”, blood, gore, torture, creampie

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Misting rain coats your face, clings to your hair in little droplets as you hurry from your car, shopping bags in hand. You shift your groceries onto one arm, fumble with the keys in your pocket. Hunched, eyes squinting against the droplets hanging from your eyelashes, you finally manage to shoulder your way inside.

Your elbow finds the light switch, illuminating the entryway of your darkened home. A quick glance to your feet finds damp foliage clinging to the soles of your boots. You stomp, scrub, wiggle, but the sticky leaves refuse to budge. Groaning in annoyance, you kick off your boots and hurry to the kitchen. Groceries plonk onto the counter and you heave a relieved sigh when your arms are freed of their burden.

Bags rustle as you move about the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers to stow your purchases. As you pass the stove, a jar on the counter catches your eye. Apples in hand, brows furrowing, you pause.

Had you left the peanut butter out?

Maybe, but you’d never leave it sitting on the counter with no lid. Puzzled, you place the apples in the fridge before returning the errant jar—lid now on tight—to the pantry.

The last items—an autumn bouquet of sunflowers, mums, and orange roses—go into a glass vase. You set the arrangement on your dining room table, a quiet think disturbing the hush of your home.

As you fuss with the flowers, a glimmer of light near the back door catches your eye. Again, you frown in confusion. Water speckles the floor here and there, the kitchen lights illuminating each little pool. Wet leaves litter the floor as well, haphazardly trailed inside….

After being brought in on damp boots.

Your heart stutters, then vaults into your throat when you’re suddenly and startlingly seized by the back of the neck and shoved forward. The vase you’re still holding shatters under the force of the push, glass smashing and skittering across the table.

Screams spring from your mouth when the vase shards pierce your hands and forearms. Shifting and thrashing only jars them more, burning pain burrowing into your flesh. You freeze to minimize the agony just as another dirty hand clamps down around your mouth to silence your cries of anguish.

Wildly, you blink away tears and twist your neck, craning to see who pins you to the table. Your eyes grow wide, horror crushing your panting lungs when you spot the dingy mask.

You’d recognize this monster anywhere.

Michael wastes no time. Hand leaving your mouth, he retrieves the blood-soaked knife from his pocket. It’s brought to your face, close enough to see your terrified reflection in ruby-coated steel. You get the message.

Shaking from head to toe, you nod, a silent agreement not to scream. He doesn’t withdraw the knife.

Instead, the hand on the back of your neck slides down your spine, grips hold of the waistband of your jeans and twists. Fabric rips as Michael tears your pants away, the shreds left hanging off your hips, your ass now bared to him. The knife hovering near your face is the only thing preventing you from shrieking in protest, from flailing and pleading.

It wouldn’t do you any good, anyway. Your nightmare is this monster’s nirvana.

Zipping reaches your ears and you clench your eyes shut, flinching when hot, hard flesh brushes your rear. Behind the mask, Michael breathes long and slow, each exhale muffled and distorted. Is he wheezing…?

Pressure at your entrance derails your train of thought and you snap your mouth closed. It’s gonna hurt, it always hurts, brace for it, don’t scream—

Michael surges forward, thick cock parting tense, unprepared muscles and jarring the glass embedded in your limbs. Your anguished cry is choked by your own willpower, the sound barely contained by gritted teeth.

You wince when the knife shifts, but it’s just Michael moving behind you, his free hand returning to your neck, the cheek of the mask coming to rest on the back of your head as he curls over you.

With the Shape now so close, you finally notice the smell: Pungent smoke, like there’s a campfire burning in your kitchen, singed hair, burnt flesh, charred plastic. Your mind buzzes, too many thoughts, too much pain to process before you could even begin to understand why Michael smells like he’d just come from a bonfire.

Then, the fingers on your neck flex and push. You’re not ready for it, not prepared to have your cheek smashed into a pile of glass. You snap your eyes shut on instinct as shards pierce your face. It’s agony, burning, stabbing pain erupting deep in your flesh. Blood fills your mouth, metallic and sharp.

It is by the grace of whatever deity watches over you that you don’t scream. You can’t, shock stilling your lungs, rooting you to the spot in frozen torment. Crimson drips onto the table, pooling under your cheek, aiding in the slide as Michael gives an experimental thrust.

Now, you must clench your teeth again. Movement amplifies your pain, unfreezes your muscles. Your eyelids crack open and your half-formed scream lodges in your throat when you find the knife tip centimeters away from your eye. The Shape bucks his hips, nudges your head with his masked cheek.

Through near blinding agony, you realize it’s a dare: Do it. Scream. My blade is ravenous. I will show you levels of pain you can only imagine.

So begins the quiet battle; Michael ruts into you, shoves your face into glass, jostles the shards in your arms and hands while you muster all your remaining strength to stay quiet. The Shape’s gasping breaths hiss in your ear, fill your head with images of a rasping beast, teeth bared, poised to devour.

Please, please pass out. You can’t take it anymore….

Michael’s hips stutter. He grunts, nails biting into your neck, cock twitching within you. You sob and suck in a breath that reeks of fire and gore as he marks your insides.

Finally, blessedly, he releases you. Michael stands, pushes away. Without his weight, you slip from the table and collapse in a bloody pile, glass raining down around your trembling body. You whimper as quietly as you can manage and cradle your ruined arms to your chest.

Vision blurring, you opt to listen instead. Michael moves around the kitchen, opening cupboards, rustling through your new groceries. More stomping of boots. The hinges of the back door squeal. You jerk and groan when the door slams. Then silence. Merciful silence.

You’re alive. You must convince yourself this is a good thing.

Tumultuous thoughts turn to survival; stop this bleeding. You have to move. Get up. Get up!

Through haggard gasps, sniveling, and uncontrollable quaking, you work your way to your feet. Everything aches, everything burns. You cannot see out of one eye. Slick leaks down your thighs as you stumble, adding insult to injury. Dark pools drip around you with every step.

Staggering into the kitchen, your bleary gaze falls to the counter.

Michael left the peanut butter out again.

#sfbf23 #halloween kills #halloween #michael myers #michael myers x reader #the shape #the shape x reader #peepaw myers #thesightstoshowyou #bloodfest #writing prompts

[gabessquishytum]

Ohhhh my GODDDD that anon just hit me RIGHT in the lactation kink!! I'm imagining dream starting to leak and hes SO embarrassed and doesn't want Hob to suck his tits anymore no matter how good it feels especially when there's milk... hob isn't exactly pushy with it really, but he does tell dream he know how good it makes dream feel bc he acts like a right slut whenever sucked lately... dream ofc does not take this well!! He gets angry hes being called out (especially bc its true) and he doesn't cut off contact w hob like in canon but he does give him the ultra cold shoulder and won't even remove his shirt around hob anymore.. he comes over less and their sex life suffers greatly. But! The milk doesn't stop!! Dream is aching and leaking near constantly and he wants soooo bad to be milked by hobs hot mouth. His pretty nipples have swollen and he knows if he continues to let hob suckle he might grow small tits (he doesn't think that should turn him on as much as it does) the point of this ask is ultimately for dream to get all overwhelmed and weepy and come crawling back with his tail between his legs to beg for hob to milk him, it feels soo good and he NEEDS it!!! Hob is trying to hide how amused he is which only hurts dreams pride even more especially when hob is so gentle and coddles him until hes sucked dry... he enjoys the humiliation perhaps even as much as the milking but he would ofc never admit that bc he is dream, after all. Hob knows. He KNOWS.

-🔪

Literally sitting here wiggling in my seat. You 🤝 Me = lactation kink.

I think Dream being reluctant is devastatingly sexy. He’s so embarrassed and blushy and he’s just not having it, it’s not in his nature to allow himself such feelings. Hob’s lighthearted teasing is well meant, but it just convinces Dream that he doesn’t want it anymore. He cuts Hob off cold turkey, and of course he respects Dream’s boundaries but. Apparently Dream’s body has other ideas.

There’s no one giving him relief by emptying his little tits every day, so they end up bigger, more swollen, heavier. His nipples have completely changed, they’re bigger too, and while Dream is… not opposed to these changes…. He just hates being at the beck and call of his body! He wants to switch it off! But biology doesn’t work like that. He’s also being teased by other people in his life, like Matthew, who can’t exactly fail to notice the changes. And the leaking.

Poor Dream ultimately comes stomping into Hob’s room at 3am, cross and red faced and close to tears. He just wants relief, and he plonks himself down on Hob’s lap and basically demands to be milked. Hob is only too happy to oblige… except that there’s so much, now. He sucks one tit dry and he’s panting for breath, feeling distinctly swollen with all the milk he’s just consumed. Of course he has to tackle the second one too… and by the time Dream is empty, Hob is very full. He takes it as karma for teasing Dream about being a slut, and Dream is at least a little bit mollified to know that someone else is experiencing discomfort instead of him.

The poor sweetheart has to accept that the milk is staying, and he might as well let Hob enjoy it. It’s undeniable that his cute little tits make him even sexier and bring him a great deal of pleasure (the first time he cums just from having his nipples played with, he realises that he’s just as into all this as Hob is. Probably more).

Hob just better watch out though, because the breast milk diet could have some interesting effects. Dream is hoping that karma isn’t done with him yet…

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw lactation

[storiesbyrhi]

Mean Eddie????? Do tell.

Mean Eddie was this drabble.

Currently, it's 3k. But that was written in one sitting and hasn't been touched in months. Here's a small snippet just for you. Not proofread or anything. I think it has potential, but I'm just submerged in Burning Yarrow.

Love youuuuuu.

An Indianan summer was bearable compared to other places you’d spent time, but the wild grass was making your legs itch and you’d not found the stream your map of Hawkins promised. The sun was high in the sky, burning down on you as you stomped your way through paddocks and wooded areas. All you needed to be able to call it a day was one last plant sighting.

Blue monkshood was becoming rarer, soon to be endangered. If anyone could find it though, it was you.

Working for the Indiana Department of Natural Resources, you spent your time travelling the state to catalogue native and introduced flora. You’d been a bugs and flowers kind of kid growing up, so a semi-nomadic lifestyle where you could list more plant types than friends very much tracked.

A second away from changing direction, you spotted a small flash of blue behind the swinging branches of a black willow tree. “Oh!” you puffed happily. The willow grew along the bank of the promised stream, alongside a patch of monkshood.

Sitting down near them, you pulled your backpack off and fished out the composition book you’d been using for notes. Longitude and latitude. Patch count. A polaroid. It was tranquil as you worked. The wind moved through the trees gently. The stream trickled next to you.

It would be easy to think you had stumbled on a secret little fairyland oasis, if not for the obvious signs of a careless human population. Rusting empty beer cans stuck out from the stream’s mud. The backseat of a car had been ripped out and deposited a little further upriver. And, in an act you considered void of romance, supposed declarations of love were carved into the trunks of trees.  How cruel it was to scar a living thing just to prove a love infinite. No, the blue monkshood wasn’t alone.

Nor, as it were, were you.

He had watched you pop out from the woods on the other side of the field. You’d made your way through it, then down the embankment, only to plonk yourself in the dirt to scribble away in a notebook. He’d stayed silent and still, feeling annoyed to be disturbed, then guilty for being so possessive. All of Hawkins knew about the little make out spot by the willow tree. It was hot property, second only to Skull Rock. Still, he didn’t want to share.

There was a time early in your career you were startled easily, but all the skittish deer and surprise lizards and swooping birds made you tough. When the man stood from where he’d been sitting back to a tree, you glanced over with calm and curiosity. You looked at each other.

He wore ripped jeans tucked into old boots that looked like they’d seen a battle or two. His Metallica t-shirt was a couple of sizes too big for him, but the rings on his hands and chains around his neck drew your attention away from that. They caught the sunlight, glinting like jewels. The man’s hair was long and wavy, knotted curls peeking out from the bottom layer.

The second you opened your mouth to speak, he turned his back and started up a narrow but noticeable manmade path. He disappeared from sight as you frowned. “Rude,” you mumbled to yourself, turning back to your notebook and opening to a new page.

A quickly sketched drawing of the man was missing a lot of details, the few seconds not enough to commit many specifics to memory.  You wrote a line of question marks where the flora species name would normally go. Latitude and longitude: the same as the monkshood. Patch count: one. The sketch took the polaroid’s place. Finally, the notes: scarred, metalhead, rude, beautiful.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Reader Insert #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson/You

[wellhalesbells]

Is it still Wednesday? No, you say? Well, time is an illusion so you're probably wrong about that. Thanks for the tag, @piratefalls! I had this idea because of a tumblr post I stumbled across again in my likes... I dunno an hour or two ago? And now here we are, lol.

Derek hadn’t expected he would hear from Stiles again, possibly ever, but certainly not until he was back within the borders of Beacon Hills when he pulled out the rock. Derek blinked it.  The rock’s eyes rolled back at him.  Ignoring the hand with the rock in it for the moment, he diverted his attention back to the box.  It was a perfectly ordinary and small, square box.  Derek’s address and Stiles’ return one at his dorm room the only things scrawled on the outside. And it appeared to contain nothing but bubble wrap and a rock. A rock with googly eyes on it. It wasn’t quite smooth, peaked but rounded almost precisely in the center of its top, and squat.  Perfectly gray, perfectly bland, with a flat bottom to it.  The eyes were placed with care more towards the hilly top and right under where the sides started their downslopes.  Meaning they almost looked like brows depending on the angle Derek held the rock at. He glanced at his phone but flatly refused to ask.  That had to be what Stiles wanted with this and Derek was hardly going to give him that. He thought about crushing the box and throwing the rock away.  Instead he carefully pulled the tape apart, breaking the box down for his recycling.  Which is when he found the little piece of notebook paper that had slid under the flap. In that same scrawl were the words: It needs a home and a name. - Derek, despite all his better judgment, didn’t throw the rock away but he did leave it on top of his microwave and forget about it (after letting it bother him for far too long). That should be the end of that particular saga - he’d managed to dismiss it as a prank that went over his head, probably some social media, not-quite-his-generation fad that he would never get no matter how hard he tried - except.  Except that not-quite a month later he got another similarly-sized box. And if Stiles had sent him another rock, he was throwing them both away after crushing them into powder.  He opened the top, parted the bubble wrap with a sigh, only to find very much not a rock. It was a miniature armchair. The detail was exquisite and the upholstery on it felt real, that scratchy but nostalgic quality that reminded him of going to his grandparents’ house.  The wood of the legs and arms was finely honed and the arms even had upholstered tops.  The color was a deep maroon and embroidered in the back of it in gold were a few stalks of wheat contained in an oval shape. The strangest thing about it, aside from everything, was how wide the seat was.  The proportions really didn’t seem to— “Oh you have got to be fucking…” Derek trailed off, practically stomping over to the other side of the kitchen.  He snatched up the rock and plonked it down in the chair, eyes rattling about but facing forward. It was a perfect fit.

Tagging..... I dunno, other people who spit in the face of 'Wednesday' and all its cohorts? I don't really know who fits that description but, if that's you, you've been summoned.

#now i have to at least dialogue skeleton this to the end because i figured out all of it during my shower #and i WILL forget what i thought of #also don't ask wtf is up with the past tense because i have NO IDEA #and i kept slipping out of it too so who knows if that's gonna make it past the draft stage #(probably not - i'm already getting annoyed with how much fixing i have to do when i lose it for a sentence) #stiles has a MOTHERFUCKING PLAN here - like i thought haha how random googly-eyed rock silliness #and stiles was like: nuh uh sis i've been planning this shit for a year - do not screw it up for me #i'm doing my best sir!! #sterek #teen wolf #wip wednesday #eternalsterek #1000+ words in like an hour and a half is that good shit though you guys

[sensitiveheartless]

i am SO curious about "chuuya vs kotatsu" and "coffee shop au (or is it?)"; would you mind infodumping about them at all? 👀

*rubs paws together* I would absolutely LOVE to infodump about these fics!! Thank you for indulging me :D

(Side note, it's very fun that you asked about these two in particular, because they're kinda tonal opposites of each other)

Ok so the Chuuya vs Kotatsu fic can basically be described as follows:

Dazai is feeling neglected because Chuuya has been very busy with work, barely managing to come home some nights. To deal with his fiance very cruelly ignoring him (he is bereft, uncuddled, UNKISSED), Dazai buys a kotatsu and plonks it right in the middle of their apartment. He then proceeds to wax poetic about how comfortable and warm it is, and starts spending all of his time under it. Meanwhile Chuuya begins seriously considering fighting an inanimate object, all while trying to convince himself that he definitely is not jealous of a kotatsu.

Whereas the "coffee shop au (OR IS IT)" fic, uhhh...ok I'm going to attempt to summarize it without spoiling too much:

Chuuya is one of many baristas at the Port Cafe, a popular coffee shop in Yokohama. He has a lot of things in his life to be thankful for: his work, his friends, and his boyfriend Dazai (a troublesome man employed by the neighboring florist). It's a good life, and Chuuya is happy.

...Which is why it's so strange when things begin to feel a little off. Small things, at first. Like his friends Ryuu and Atsushi arguing—except why are they always so angry with each other? Or Chuuya's hair—everyone else says the cut is uneven because part of it got caught in a coffee machine and Chuuya had to chop a chunk of it off, but Chuuya sometimes can barely remember the incident (and how did that even work, anyway? Where the fuck would it have gotten stuck?). But things only spiral further from there. Chuuya starts seeing peculiar things out of the corners of his eyes, and worst of all—

There's something weird about Dazai.

(Basically it starts out as a coffee shop AU, but Something Else is happening, and the mystery starts bleeding a bit into the realm of horror.)

But yeah! I'll put the excerpts from these two under the cut, since this is already rather long :D but thanks again for encouraging me to ramble about these!

Chuuya vs Kotatsu excerpt:

Chuuya blinked, attempting in vain to process the vision before him. His exhaustion was not helping matters, nor were the swirling visions of paperwork still whirling through his mind from too many hours stuck behind a desk.

It had been a long couple of months. A rival organization was giving the Port Mafia more trouble than usual, and they were beginning to seriously interfere with Chuuya’s business. He still hadn’t managed to stomp the organization out, and the paperwork generated from their consistent infringement on Port Mafia territory kept piling up day after day. Chuuya was spending more and more time at headquarters, organizing attacks and sifting through endless strategies and files to work out the best way to corner them and chase them out for good. Many nights he didn’t even manage to stumble back to his apartment, instead falling asleep on his office couch.

However, none of that explained what he was looking at now.

“Welcome home,” Dazai said innocently, sipping a steaming mug of tea and fluttering his eyelashes at Chuuya over the rim.

“...Where the fuck did this come from?” Chuuya asked, squinting at the new addition to the living room.

It was a kotatsu. Rather plain-looking, and not very large, but Dazai had clearly made himself very comfortable underneath it in Chuuya's absence. Paperwork from the agency laid spread out in front of him, along with remnants of a meal—good, Chuuya noted absently, he’s been eating properly—and Dazai himself was practically lounging underneath the blanket of the kotatsu, cozily curled up with his tea.

“Well, someone has been leaving me all alone lately,” Dazai sniffed, setting down his mug and flopping his upper half across the tabletop like an overgrown cat. “And it’s almost winter. I had to find some way to keep warm.”

And the "coffee shop AU" excerpt:

The bell at the front of the shop jangled merrily, and Chuuya perked up at once. An involuntary grin spread across his face at the sight of the new arrival, a tall lanky man with a rose tucked behind one ear and a long coat drenched from the storm outside.

“Dazai!” Chuuya exclaimed, quickly drying his hands and dropping the towel back to the rack. He dodged out from behind the counter and threw himself forward into Dazai’s arms, heedless of the other’s rain-soaked clothing.

The taller man caught Chuuya easily and swung him around in a few stumbling circles. “Ah! Careful there,” Dazai laughed, settling Chuuya carefully back down on his feet. “Give me a bit more warning next time, I could have dropped you!”

“But you didn’t,” Chuuya retorted. He tried to go up on his tiptoes to kiss the other, as it seemed terribly rude that Dazai hadn’t even greeted him properly yet—but even stretching up as far as he could, he couldn’t quite reach. Uttering a frustrated little huff, Chuuya hooked his arms around Dazai’s neck and set about trying to tug his boyfriend down to bridge the gap himself.

Eh, what’s this? Is that a microscopic slug trying to climb me?

“Oh, fuck off, I’m not that small! Get down here already,” Chuuya grumbled reflexively, tugging harder.

There was a pause.

After a few seconds of puzzled silence, Dazai cocked his head to the side, a slight furrow in his brow. “...Chuuya?” he laughed, sounding a bit uncertain. “What do you mean? I didn’t say anything.”

Chuuya opened his mouth to argue, because of course he had, Chuuya had heard the insult! Except, after thinking back—

…Oh.

Dazai hadn’t said any such thing, had he? It had been in Chuuya’s head, like an echo of words never spoken.

“Aren’t you going to make fun of the fact I can’t reach?” Chuuya asked, squinting up at the other. Thinking was suddenly very difficult, like his mind was stuck in a thick fog, but he felt sure that Dazai should be taunting him right about then.

“Why would I?” Dazai countered with a warm smile, bending down to kiss Chuuya on the cheek. “I think it’s cute.”

Chuuya shuddered—

And just as Dazai was moving to kiss his lips as well, Chuuya flinched back.

It was an odd movement, startled and involuntary. Like someone who had just seen a spider somewhere it shouldn’t be.

Dazai’s smile faltered, and when seconds passed by and Chuuya didn’t move, remaining frozen and out of reach, the expression faded away entirely to be replaced by open concern. “Sweetheart?” Dazai asked, his hands still outstretched between them. “Hey, what's wrong?”

Wrong is exactly the right word for it! Wrong, wrong, it’s all wrong—!

—Chuuya blinked.

And the world shifted back into place, realigning itself ever so slightly.

Nothing was wrong. In fact, everything was wonderful. The afternoon sun was pouring through the shop windows, there were people talking and laughing in the street outside, and the magnolia tucked behind Dazai’s ear was bright and beautiful against his dark locks of hair.

“Nothing,” Chuuya said, smiling up at his boyfriend. “I’m just glad you had the time to stop by so early today. Is it a special occasion?”

#senhart's writing #I have too many things I want to write and draw and not enough hands #but yeah I'm really attached to all of these fics and they will definitely get finished at some point :D

[randomvarious]

1990s German Techno Playlist (YouTube)

Started putting together a small playlist of some of my personal 90s German techno favorites for you all to enjoy for this week 😎. It's not definitive by any means, but with this first iteration, I think this thing still presents a pretty nice range of different types of techno, from the deep and rumbling, hypnotic basement kind to the main-room-of-the-club floor-stomping kind 😤. And despite the fact that most of these selections come from a small handful of Germany's most well-established dance and techno labels—Harthouse, Tresor, and the qualitative-over-quantitative Chain Reaction—I'd say that, given the YouTube play counts for a lot of these tracks, that most of them are a tad bit obscure too 👍.

Ich und meine buddies vibing to ze German 90s tekno

But while almost all of these tunes are by German acts that were released by German labels, the track that we happen to kick off with here, an eleven-plus minute piece of acid-drenched sci-fi psychosis from 1993 called "Blanche," by a short-lived duo from Mainz who called themselves Purple Plejade, is not from a German label at all, but is instead from a Dutch label called Djax-Up-Beats. Purple Plejade was made up of a couple notable German techno names in Holger Wick and Thomas P. Heckmann, but the two of them together only put out a couple of 12-inches, and "Blanche" was their first. Now, there's a scratchy ten-minute version of this song that's already on YouTube, that I think was uploaded back when the maximum length of your video could only be ten minutes, and that thing has over 41,000 plays on it. But this *full,* extra-minute-plus affair, as Gott originally intended it to be heard, only has under 11,000 plays across a bunch of different YouTube uploads, by comparison.

Now let's talk about a couple other favorites on here: one floor-stomper and one that's headily sublime. The floor-stomper comes courtesy of Bad Nauheim's Patrick Lindsey, who in 1996 released a 12-inch called The Phat Jive on Harthouse. And the title track on that release is what you get when you pair some melody that's reminiscent of a theme song from one of those syndicated reality court shows that airs on TV in the afternoons with some snaky, beeping synths and smacking four-on-the-floor percussion to then overwhelm it. A unique fucking banger that's sitting at over 1,300 plays.

And for that headily sublime one, which closes us out, we have a tune from Berlin's DisX3, aka Alexander Kowalski, who in 1999 put out a 12-inch on Tresor called Sequenzed_Function E.P., which kicked off its b-side with "Bored Meat." This stunner's loaded up with a fuck-ton of Richter scale-registering drums to form its rhythmic foundation, but where it really kills is with its weakly plonking, contrastingly high-pitched synth melody that gets placed atop of it all, while including a bunch of jingling hi-hats too. Basically, if you really love yourself some techno music, this is a track that should simply pierce your mechanically-made soul 🤤. And it's only been listened to less than ten thousand times on YouTube!

This playlist is ordered as chronologically as possible:

Purple Plejade - "Blanche" Patrick Lindsey - "Prepare to Jam" Patrick Lindsey - "The Phat Jive" Porter Ricks - "Port of Transition" Alter Ego vs. David Holmes - "The Evil Needle" Pacou - "T.4" Continuous Mode - "Direct Drive Mode 1" DisX3 - "The Wide Theatre" DisX3 - "Bored Meat"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So with the introduction of this playlist, we start out with a total of ten songs that run for 68 minutes. Altogether, a good and eclectic clip of stuff here to get us started that's not very well known.

And next week we'll be staying put in Germany, but we'll be getting into some much chillier stuff! 🥶

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

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[selene-tempest]

"What do you think you're doing?" John asked, his tone the same as he's use on EOS when she'd just been caught rearranging his files again. Part horror and part disbelief with a dash of "what the fuck!" thrown in to keep it spicy.

Selene jumped guiltily, her hand stilling on the bottles. "Nothing!"

John scowled as he stomped over, snatching a bottle away before she could grab it and hide it behind her back.

"Have you read the instructions? Are you even measuring?"

She rolled her eyes, honestly did he think she was completely incompetent? "Of course I've read them, I know what I'm doing."

His face said he didn't believe her.

"Come on, it's not that serious," she soothed, reaching to take the bottle back from him, but he deftly avoided her, holding the bottle over his head out of her reach. "That is not fair! Give it back."

"You aren't even wearing gloves!"

"So?"

"So, these are chemicals, dangerous chemicals."

She snorted, he was being ridiculous. "It's not a big deal. I'm a big girl, I've done it before."

"No, you can't be trusted. If you're going to do it you need some help, we don't need a repeat of last time." He lifted an eyebrow, daring her to argue with him.

She crossed her arms and lifted her chin defiantly. "One time! It happened one time! I know what went wrong and it won't happen again."

"Too right it won't, because you're not doing it."

"I was going to ask Virgil but he's not home and I can't wait much longer. Maybe I could see if Gordon is-"

"No! Absolutely not! Not him, no way. He's as bad as you are," John told her firmly, putting his foot down.

"You take that back," she snarled.

"No, because it's the truth!" He whipped the mixing beaker away while she wasn't looking.

Her eyes narrowed in challenge. "Fine, then you can do it."

"Me? No way!" He backed away, stolen items held aloft.

She held out her hand. "Then give them back, I don't have time to mess around."

He let out a growl of frustration. "Fine, give me the instructions."

Grinning to herself, knowing she'd won, she yanked them out from under her mug and unfolded them.

"I knew you hadn't read them," he bitched, his eyes scanning them. "Right, you sit there and dont move you can't be trusted."

"One time!" She huffed out a breath but plonked down on the stool. Small victories still counted as victories.

-x-

"I said sit there and don't move."

"I didn't move."

"You did, you were about to touch it."

"I was not!"

"Don't lie to me." He reached again for the beaker that the foul concoction had been mixed into and carefully applied about layer. "I don't know why you can't just pay someone to do it for you like a normal person."

"Because it's expensive. Do I look like I'm made of money?"

If he'd rolled his eyes any harder they would have fallen right out of his head. "We're billionaires," he pointed out with exaggerated patience.

"You can take the girl out of London but not the London out of the girl," she said with a dismissive shrug, the movement causing her carefully parted hair to fall forward.

"Stop moving! Do you want to get it in your eye again?"

"It was one time!" She grinned at his reflection in the mirror, watching the way he frowned in concentration as he painted a precise line of dye onto the strip of hair he was holding in his gloves hands. "Besides, why would I pay someone for a simple root touch up when I have the best husband in the world to help me?"

"Because we're billionaires!"

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[horrid-mothlegs]

Carefully making a nest of blankets and pillows. Stomping softly in a circle until everything is juuuust right. Plonking myself down front end first with a theatrical contented sigh. This is what self care looks like btw

#woof #woof woof #bark bark