#do y’all see how fucked and out of touch it is to assume things about other peoples health

[myslvtwritings]

Hello could you do uppermoons with a S/O who has anger issues?

ofc! thank you for the requesting:)

➤ Uppermoons reaction to a S/O who has anger issues

including; Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Sekido, Karaku, Aizetsu & Urogi

not proof read

Muzan Kibutsuji

• He believes the way you act is childish whenever you’re angry/upset.

• A little bit hypocritical of him considering he potentially has slight anger issues himself but after all he is a demon so he assumes it’s normal. Doesn’t really think much of it tbh.

• If you’re the type to have frequent outbursts/tantrums when you’re angry i feel like he would just ignore you until you’ve calmed down.

• Not the best at comfort. Affection isn’t his forte.

• Once you’ve calmed down a bit he’d return to comfort you in his own way.

• His way may not be as affectionate but it’s his way of showing you he cares.

• Muzan isn’t a softie (obviously) he’s very intimidating and downright the embodiment of evil so his way of showing affection is not ideal.

• But he cares though (more than you think)

• As your relationship progresses and you open up more about your own mental issues and needs and how you prefer to be cared for whenever you’re having an episode he’ll try to be more understanding!!

• Muzan still isn’t all that used to it but he tries just for you.

• Sometimes finds it amusing when the smallest little things piss you off though..

• He’ll chuckle under his breath at your little childish out bursts which only adds more fuel to the fire.

• Might bring you one of his victims so you can take your anger out on them because he assumes it’ll soothe down your nerves

• He’s never met someone like you and your emotions are pretty powerful. It makes him wonder how powerful you’ll be as a demon if he were to turn you into one. He prefers you as a human though because of the power imbalance.

• Fights may occur frequently between y’all due to you accidentally taking your anger out on him sometimes (god help your poor soul)

• Don’t worry! He won’t kill you.

• Usually he is very calm whenever you’re angry but if you just lash out and take everything out on him he’ll get pissed too.

• Whenever you two are some arguing you guys kind of just forget it ever happened and he just holds you in his arms or makes you sit on his lap to see if that helps you or not.

Kokushibo

• Kokushibo here sorta gives off this semi-calm vibe in my opinion? However, whenever he is angry it’s fucking terrifying.

• Whenever you’re upset he will sit you down so the two of you can discuss it.

• Like Muzan he will probably chuckle if you’re mad over something so tiny.

• However, unlike Muzan he isn’t toxic about it.

• He’s still a demon though so don’t expect it to be perfect.

• If you tell him what’ll make you feel better then he’ll do it in a heartbeat.

• You need a hug? okay! You don’t want to be touched? that’s fine too! he’ll give you the space you need until you’ve calmed down.

• I feel like he is the type to grab you firmly by the shoulders and tell you to calm the fuck down.

• Or maybe he’ll stare at you menacingly until your anger subsides..

• He’s the voice of reason whenever you’re upset over something ridiculous.

• If you’re mad for an entirely different reason (that’s valid in his eyes) is when he’s more caring and affectionate. (then again, in his own way)

• Kokushibo is quiet. He is not all that vocal unless he’s fighting demon slayers but whenever he isn’t on a mission he gives the “quiet kid” vibe.

• Koku embraces you and strokes your hair if you cry when you’re mad.

• If you’re the type to break things whenever you’re mad Kokushibo dislikes that sort of behavior. Isn’t a fan of extreme loud noises. He will get you to stop by manhandling you. Doesn’t usually raise his voice at his precious s/o no matter how mad they are.

Douma

• My fucking god.

• This little shit finds it cute

• Will tease you. (finds your anger issues entertaining)

• Human emotion is just so strange!!

• Fun fact: Douma actually feels emotions around you. However, it’s still somewhat foreign to him and he still has major difficulty understanding human emotions. (please be patient with even tho he is a menace)

• If you talk to him about it more he will surprisingly understand you. This surprises you because he doesn’t understand any of his followers half of the time. (You special frfr)

• Don’t expect the teasing to stop entirely though.

• He thinks mortals are so endearing when they spark with such intense emotions over the stupidest of reasons!

• It doesn’t matter how pissed off you are. This mf will only continue to think it’s adorable and tease you relentlessly which boils your blood to the maximum level..

• Blud DEADASS gets confused when you snap at him for it.

• “Ehh?? why are you mad at me?!” (He’ll whine about it)

• Douma is a complete menace. Knows exactly what he’s doing.

• Once he realizes “Maybe they don’t actually like it when i tease them..” he’ll tone it down a notch.

• Still somewhat teases you though. That isn’t going to go away permanently but he will tone it down only for your sake!

• Similar to Muzan, he will laugh at you when you get mad over something little/stupid.

• And like Kokushibo, also the type to manhandle you if you’re out of control. (Smiles the whole time while handling your feisty ass)

• However, he is still sweet so if you sit down and talk to him then he’ll do anything he can to make you feel better! After all, you’ve always been there for him so he must return the favor!

• Whenever you cry when you’re mad Douma forcibly pulls you onto his lap and peppers your face in kisses.

• If you’re going on a rant about something that made you angry he’ll definitely shut you up by kissing you if he grows bored/tired of listening to you.

• He is a slave for you so he’ll let you take your frustrations out on him (New kink unlocked)

• Always finds your emotions very intriguing. How can a human feel so much?

• If there was a certain someone who triggered your anger issues Douma will just eat them! He won’t let anyone hurt you<33

• Or he’ll maybe let you kill them to help you feel better.

Akaza

• Akaza is beyond caring and understanding of your anger issues!

• Akaza is very worried about you! Will want to communicate with you immediately about this.

• He listens to everything you have to say.

• Does get a little taken aback by your outburst though. you’re like a volcano.

• He’ll politely ask to hug you if you’re the type who wants to be touched when you’re angry to help calm you down!

• Offers to give you a massage as well.

• However, if you want space then he’ll gladly give you that as well!

• Will occasionally check up on you, asking you if you need anything.

• Whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

• If you want to break things when you get angry he will find objects for you to take your anger out on.

• If you’re a demon and you get heated he might find it hot when you’re mad. He’ll watch with pride as you fuck the shit up out of one of the demon slayers!

• I feel great pity if anyone caused you to get angry. This man will ANNIHILATE a village worth of people if they’ve hurt you in any way. (He’s super overprotective)

• Overall 10/10 boyfriend! will always be here for you and help you during your episodes:)

Sekido

• Oh boy. SAME BOAT, SAME BOAT.

• Like you, he too has a very short temper.

• Okay, i feel like he is definitely the most understanding out of EVERYONE.

• Sekido’s anger issues are SEVERE (just like yours)

• He honestly relates to you.

• Sekido is scary enough but the two of you combined? All hell will break loose.

• The other clones are terrified of you both 😭😭

• And if you’re a demon that’s a whole different story..

• You guys are a power duo and definitely go on killing sprees together whenever y’all’s anger is out of control.

• All though he’s the one who truly understands you he isn’t the type to communicate about it nor provide you with any ideal comfort.

• Sekido’s way of showing affection/comfort is just letting you stay mad until you’ve calmed down or just shit talking with you about whatever made you mad

• He will listen to you and understand. Bro will be mad FOR you in any situation that ticked you off 💀

• It makes HIM even more infuriated whenever someone pissed you off.

• Will kill them INSTANTLY for you and will not give a shit if you protest.

• Y’all scare the shit out of the other clones. (and each other)

• Have i not mentioned the both of you have the strong tendency to take y’all’s anger out on each other?

• It’s crazy.

• The sex is great though so it’s fine! (y’all have hate sex)

Karaku

• Like Douma, he’ll tease you relentlessly

• This mf prolly gets horny from seeing how ANGRY his s/o gets.

• He’s honestly surprised at first.. he thought you were innocent.

• Karaku has to deal with Sekido all the time so he isn’t scared of you.

• The only difference is that he finds you cute/hot when you’re mad.

• Bro will probably offer you head to make you feel better. He is the pleasure demon after all so he’ll do anything that’ll pleasure your angry little self!

• Steamy make-out sessions 😍‼️

• The type of mf to fuck the anger outta you probably (Or he’ll let you fuck him)

• He will also tease you and laugh at you though (He is a jerk like that)

• He teases you WAYY more than he does sekido

• He will baby you if you start to cry when you’re angry

• Now, do not be mistaken. Karaku DOES care but his way of providing comfort is rigged with his sadistic personality.

• You remind him a lot of Sekido just less intimidating because you’re his partner.

• Will hype you up if you destroy shit when you’re mad. He can just replace them anyway so it doesn’t matter

• “OH YEAH, FUCK THAT SHIT UPPPP!”

• Sometimes doesn’t understand when you only grow more angry with him when he hyped you up or when he teases you. Humans are so funny to him.

• if you were a demon he’d probs get even more turned on if you just slaughtered the hell out of the person who made you angry.

• Karaku will lend you his fan that he uses so you can destroy more things with it while you’re mad!

• Would love, love, LOVE to see you take down anything in existence with his fan.

• He isn’t the best communicator but he’ll hear you out whenever you’re venting.

• He doesn’t have anger issues so he won’t truly understand. But he’ll be there for you so that’s good, right?

• Still capable of sweetly comforting you! He will hug you and pepper your tear-stained face in kisses (Still picks on you though)

• With all that aside, Karaku messes with you still and that’ll never end. Unlike Douma he won’t ever stop teasing you nor level it down a bit despite your protests.

Aizetsu

• This pussy bitch is scared.

• Bro cries because of you

• He strongly dislikes yelling and overly violent behavior. (Is not too fond of loud noises basically)

• He is scared shitless of sekido. so when he founds out you get as angry, if not more angry than sekido himself Aizetsu is going to be petrified at first.

• Aizetsu may be a demon who devours people but out of all of the other clones he’s the most soft.

• He is usually calm, tends to give silent reactions but whenever you’re angry and yelling his mind is at war. He’s scared but also worried for his s/o at the same time.

• On the verge of a panic attack on the days/nights you’re mad.

• Will be scared if you have dramatic outbursts

• The one to watch you silently, on the verge of an anxiety attack as you flip the fuck out over whatever angered you.

• Aizetsu won’t judge you if you’re mad over something small. However, he will definitely be confused though. (Why are you angered by something so meaningless?)

• BUT!! despite your ballistic behavior and immature tantrums you’re still his beloved s/o! Aizestu will still do his all to ensure you’re protected and safe from harms way at ALL costs!!

• Aizetsu probably trembles whenever you scream a bit too loudly (It always surprises him because he never knows what’s going to set you off)

• When he first found out about your anger issues (Which was completely out of the blue because you’ve never told him before) Aizetsu is a tad bit disappointed you never told him prior.

• Eventually he will get used to it (sorta) and as he does he will feel guilty for not comforting you properly in the past.

• Aizetsu will let you lay your head on his lap as you vent/rant about what pissed you off.

• Aizetsu is still fiercely protective of his beloved s/o. Will unalive whoever upset you.

Urogi

• You and Urogi are the complete opposite

• He is positive and joyful while you’re negative and cunning.

• Whenever he witnesses you having an episode he will immediately bear hug you.

• Attacks you with kisses and laughs.

• Doesn’t really understand but he will listen to you!

• Like Karaku he will probably tease you only to immediately regret it because you won’t let that slide 💀

• Tries to ask sekido for help or the other clones. (Doesn’t get any)

• He’s not scared of you like Aizetsu because he deals with Sekido’s burning rage on a daily basis

• Urogi tries his hardest to keep his S/O in a positive mindset!

• Not the greatest at advice giving but (kind of) an excellent listener.

• He’s usually very hyperactive and talkative but whenever you need to vent/rant then he’s all ears and won’t interrupt you!

• Will wrap his wings around you in a protective manner if you want to be spooned by him.

• The type of man to take you out whenever you’re upset to get some fresh air.

• Probably will offer you sex to see if that’ll make you feel better 😭

• I feel like Urogi would be clingy so if you ask him for space it’ll be hard for him because he just wants to make sure you’re okay!

• Sometimes he finds it attractive when you’re angry

• a/n: I don’t know what else to put here (LMAO)

that’s about all! i hope you enjoyed reading<3

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[bobbyonboard]

Peppermint [Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader]

Summary: i saw this tiktok of lewis pullman and it was so goddamn sexual my brain wouldn’t shut up until i wrote something about it. also know as--it’s 115 degrees in Lemoore and the AC in Bob’s truck is busted. 

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, please assume the reader is always on some sort of contraceptive in my fics unless i state otherwise, bob is a switch and no i will not be taking any questions at this time, minors DO not interact with me you lil shits 

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: y’all were so nice with my last one regarding Rooster, I had to write one for my main man!!! also cannot get over I have like 300 new followers. never be afraid to come talk to me!!

“Fuck. Off,” you grumbled in the direction of the television as you heard the chipper weatherman inform you that the high today in Lemoore, California was going to be a record-breaking one hundred and fifteen degrees fahrenheit. One hundred and fifteen fucking degrees. You never hated the Navy more than you did in that moment. Who the fuck gets stationed in Lemoore? No beaches, no shade. Just heat, and lots of it. But where your husband goes, you go–and unfortunately, you both were stuck in Lemoore. 

The July air was thick and it wasn’t even nine in the morning, so you made sure that you didn’t have a single thing to do that day except stay inside the apartment, laying upside-down on your couch directly in front of your tiny window AC unit. You’d always loved being a teacher, but days like this, when you thought you actually might melt if you went outside, you were sure as hell glad you had summers off. 

Your day passed by lazily, only shuffling between the couch and the kitchen to get more water what seemed like every thirty minutes. Before you knew it, it was already four o’clock, and you were expecting Bob home any minute. 

Bob had told you that morning he was heading out to run a few test flights on some newer planes, so you expected him to come home freshly showered from the Naval base locker rooms, smelling of Old Spice and car air freshener that had been blasted over his clothes from his aggressive truck air conditioning. But instead, when you lazily glanced over your shoulder to the sound of keys jingling, you were greeted with…well, certainly not that. 

Bob’s hair was frizzed and stuck straight up in the back, almost as if he had just taken off his helmet. His clothes were stuck to his skin, large sweat stains covering most of the material of his t-shirt. His cheeks were a dark shade of red, and his eyes looked as though they were currently in the process of holding back unshed tears. 

“Bobby?,” you frowned, quickly standing up, crossing the room, and quickly taking his duffel bag from his hand to toss on the floor. “Honey, whassamatter? You okay?,” you asked, putting the back of your hand on his forehead and physically wincing at how hot his skin was to the touch. 

“Pipes burst,” was all he murmured out, bottom lip trembling just slightly, and it was quite literally breaking your heart to see him so miserable. “We landed and–and went to go shower and they told us a pipe burst, so the showers weren’t working. So I couldn’t shower and–,” he started to breathe a bit heavier, almost as if his own clothes were weighing him down worse than any g-force. 

“I got to the truck and the AC was just blowing out hot air. So I rode all the way home with the windows down and I’m just so hot,” he finally whimpered, and you just brushed his wet hair out of his face with a soft coo. 

You hated to see him like this. You couldn’t imagine how hot he had to be in that plane today, only to land and not be able to cool down like his body so desperately needed. An idea suddenly popped into your brain, and you were taking off down the hallway. 

“Put your arms up, honey,” you purred ever so gently once you returned, producing a cold packet of wet wipes. You pulled one out of its bag, sighing softly at the gentle smell of peppermint, and you immediately began to wipe down Bob’s face and neck. 

“Thank you-u-u-u,” he practically sobbed, arms stuck straight out at his sides as you began to slide the wipes under his t-shirt, along his shoulders, under his armpits, his chest, and his waist. “What does it do?,” he asked after a moment, almost afraid to open his eyes for fear that this was all some fever dream and he’d be standing back on the tarmac, dripping sweat. 

“I keep these in my little fridge in the bathroom, with all my skin care stuff,” you hummed sweetly, pulling a fresh wipe out and continuing on the bit of skin where you left off. “It helps me freshen up before I go to bed at night, or when I come back from the gym and I’m just too tired to shower before bed,” you chuckle, ghosting a feather-light kiss over his brow as you continued to work on cooling him down. 

“Feels so good,” he whimpered, and his once red cheeks were now only a soft pink, his breathing returning to a relatively normal pace. 

“Good, baby. You’ll feel better in just a minute, yeah? Got this AC on you, and you smell all peppermint-y,” you teased, and you don’t know if it was the practically obscene noises Bob was letting out, or the way he was absolute putty in your hands, but you let the wipes in your hand dip a little lower into the waistband of his pants. 

A strangled moan escaped Bob’s lips, and you just let one hand pop open the buttons of his pants, sliding them down his legs. 

“Gotta get you completely covered,” you whispered, dropping down to your knees where you began to work on wiping down his thighs. After mere seconds, you glanced up to see a ten already forming in your husband’s boxers, and damn, if that didn’t make a girl’s ego soar. 

“M’sorry,” he almost cried, shivering under your touch. “Just–feels so good. You make me feel so good.”

“I always wanna make you feel good, honey,” you purred, peppering his thighs with kisses and feeling the leftover peppermint oil tingle your lips. You eventually stood back up (despite a noise of protest from your husband) and stripped him down to only his boxers, getting a final fresh wipe out of the pack and letting it drag along his skin. 

“Come sit,” you took his hand, leading him over so he was directly in front of the AC unit, resting on the plush couch as he immediately tossed his head back out let out a pornographic moan, which caused you to clench your thighs together in delight. 

“Y’so good t’me,” Bob practically slurred, completely overwhelmed with the lavish attention he was receiving, and his skin began to prickle when the freezing cold air blew against his minty skin. 

“You deserve it all, Bobby,” you whispered, moving to straddle his hips, your thin pajama pants and his boxers the only thing separating the two of you as you wiped his cheeks down for the final time, before pressing a chaste kiss to the apple of each one. 

Bob said your name with a strangled cry, hips immediately rocking up to get some friction, any friction at all. And who were you to deny such a pretty boy something he wanted so desperately? So you just relaxed yourself slowly, lazily rocking down on his achingly hard cock and letting out a soft moan of your own. 

Your nipples were hard from where they were currently being assaulted by a barrage of cold air from the unit, and they were settled right in front of your husband’s face, which proved to make his next task considerably easier. He hooked his fingers in the straps of your tank top and tugged them down your arms before his lips were wrapped around your right nipple, sucking on it lightly and letting it roll between his teeth. You let out a soft cry, your fingers tangling immediately in his damp hair as you began to rock yourself against him a bit faster. 

It was only a few minutes before he pulled off with an obscenely wet ‘pop’, letting his head rest against your sternum. 

“Y/N–,” Bob choked out, his hips stilling immediately. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” was all you said, lifting yourself just slightly out of his lap to give him a moment to focus. 

It didn’t take him long at all, because just a second later you were being pushed onto your back on the couch, with your lover’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs and tossing them to the floor. Not a moment was wasted as he immediately licked a long, hot stripe between your folds, fingers digging into your hips. 

“Robert,” you gasped, and you swear you could feel that son of a bitch smirk, even face first in your cunt. If his hair wasn’t already a mess, it certainly was now, the way you were tugging on it and rocking your hips against his face to try and get the perfect rhythm. 

It didn’t take long. It never did with Bob. He somehow knew exactly what to do to have you coming on his tongue in five minutes flat, keeping your hips pressed down to the couch. 

“Bobby–,” you tried to warn, but it was too late. At your cry of his name, he gave a certain flick of his tongue and you were coming fast and hard, riding his face like your life depended on it, his tongue pressed flat against your clit as you shook with each pulse of your orgasm.  

You barely had time to think, no less to actually say anything, before he was tugging you into a new position. You were bent over the back of the couch, face perfectly aligned with the air conditioning as Bob got behind you, one knee on the edge of the couch. 

“You ready for me, darlin’?,” he asked, and God, you could have died right there. 

“Always, baby.”

You felt him slide into you smoothly, using one hand to guide himself and the other slide up your body to your hair, gathering a handful and giving you a harsh tug. The way he bent you had your chest getting covered with cold air, nipples hard enough to cut diamonds. 

“Fuck, you always feel so fuckin’ good,” he moaned, putting his other knee on the couch as he began to piston his hips against your ass, the slapping sounds your skin made filling your small apartment, loud enough to be heard even over the roaring AC. 

You, however, were unable to respond, due to the absolute overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through your body. Your head and neck began to ache deliciously, and the way the head of Bob’s cock brushed against your sweet spot with each thrust had you mewling under his hands. 

“I’m not gonna–,” Bob grunted, and you understood, Whenever he was needy, he never lasted long, and that was certainly fine by you. Like you said–it was an ego boost. 

“S’okay, baby,” you panted, and he reached forward to play with one of your tits, his chest pressed to your back as he fucked you even harder. 

“So good for me. Fuckin’--fillin’ my pussy up. Fuck, Bobby, you’re gonna make me come again,” you practically sobbed, and the fact that the two of you were sweating from exertion but also cool from the air conditioning made everything that more sensitive. 

The praise went straight to Bob’s dick, and you could feel it twitching already. 

“Please–,” he gasped, trying so hard to last until he could make you come again. 

“Go ahead, honey. Come for me. Come for me, Bobby,” you groaned, wincing in pleasure at how your sensitive cunt was already teetering on the edge of orgasm. 

You had barely finished your command before Bob was spilling himself inside of you, letting out a high-pitched whine as he emptied himself. He managed to let the hand that was in your hair slide down your body and move to your pussy, fingers rubbing quickly at your clit. 

“Baby, come for me. Wanna feel you come on my cock,” he practically begged, even though he had already orgasmed, he would simply die for the chance to feel you clenching on his softening cock still inside of you, practically milking every bit of come he had given you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, gripping tight at the back of the couch as you felt your orgasm wash over you for the second time that evening, cringing out softly each time your cunt squeezed your husband’s cock, feeling it nestled deep inside of you. 

Soft whimpered and moans spilled from Bob’s lips, along with various words of filth that didn’t exactly form a coherent sentence, but they were so goddamn sexy all the same. 

As he pulled out slowly, he leaned over to press a soft kiss to the small of your back before two of you landed in a messy pile on the couch, trying to catch your breath. 

You curled up next to him, almost (dare you say) chilly from the constant cold air on your skin, and your eyes closed to enjoy those post-coital moments together before you had to get up and clean yourselves off. 

“You know,” Bob started, fingertips brushing lightly over your sides. “Bet we could really cool down in the shower.”

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[sanjisblackasswife]

headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏

Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation

Sanji

SFW

Very fucking annoying

He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective

He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.

Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him

“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”

“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”

“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”

“SO?!”

“I’M IN MY 20s!”

Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.

NSFW

You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.

“San—MMM!”

He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.

The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged

Or moreso jealous

His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”

It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.

“San—!”

Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit

He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.

“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”

You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.

Luffy

(AU where Ace Lives)

Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.

You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.

You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.

And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.

Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?

Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.

“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”

“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”

Nsfw

“I-i—!?”

“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”

Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark

“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”

He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.

It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.

“….’fuckin’ mine.”

Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.

Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.

You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”

Zoro

SFW

His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.

Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.

He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.

He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.

Whenever that may be.

He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.

Today must have been an off day though.

All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.

And zoro noticed.

When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest

NSFW

“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”

“N-no!”

It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.

Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.

“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”

He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.

He even came on you instead.

You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,

“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”

You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.

Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.

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HERE WE GO AGAIN: BAKUGO X BLACK FEM! CHUBBY READER

Alright, children. Since it was voted on here you go. Y'all love our spicy Pomeranian man huh? lol.

Warnings: dick in pussy, praise, degrading, facials, squirting, nut swallowing, doggystyle, nipple play, fingering under the table.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO ADULTS.

It was Friday and you were sitting in your apartment. It was peaceful until your roommate, Mina, came home from class.

“Hey Y/N! What are you doing later tonight?” she asked.

“Nothing that I know of hoe, why? Wassup?”

“Well, the boys invited us to go to this party tonight. I didn’t wanna go by myself so I wanted to know if you were down?” She looked at you as if you couldn’t deny her.

“The boys? What boys invited you, sis? And by boys you mean your boyfriend Kiri?”

She looked shocked “He is not my boyfriend… yet. Anyway, hoe, he said they guys are having some kind of dinner party that turns into a party tonight. Figured we could go shopping.”

“Hmmmm… I don’t know. Who all gone be there out of this little circle?”

“Everybody. And that includes explosion boy.”

You can not stand that motherfucker. Since you guys were kids, he was always a thorn in your ass. An itch that just couldn’t be scratched. You and the Bakugo Katsuki had been going at it for years. It came to a point when everyone thought you had feelings for one another and y'all were playing. You both were very competitive. You both took game night to a whole other level.

“Mina...” you said in a warning tone “Why do I wanna go somewhere with that nigga? All he’s going to do is fucking cry and whine and complain about EVERY. FUCKING. THING. You wanna hear him complain for hours about how the chicken didn’t have any seasonings?”

She looked at you because she knew you were right. The friend circle that you guys had, y’all were very close. You guys knew each other like the back of your hand. But it was always funny because everyone knew each other’s buttons. So, from time to time, you guys would push these buttons and get a kick out of shit. So, you thought long and hard about going to this event. You missed your friends, except that blonde-haired loud bastard, and wanted to see them.

“You know what Mina? Fuck it. I’ll go. Let’s go shopping. It’s only 8:30 AM. So, I have plenty of time to get an outfit and do hair, nails, and makeup. What time is the event?”

“Dinner is at 7:30 PM and the party starts at 8:30 PM. But knowing the boys, it probably starts at 9 lol.”

“Fine. Get your shit and let’s go! We’re so taking your car today Mina” Y/N said.

“Why? We always take your car. Since it’s better than mine.”

“Indeed, it is. But you convinced me to go to this shit at the last minute and then you want me to drive us shopping? And I’m assuming you want me to do your nails too? Correct?”

She looked at you with a knowing smirk. “Exactly. The least you can do here is drive us around. We gotta hit our favorite store! They have all the good shit.”

“You know it!” she sang as she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

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We pulled up at the mall. Surprisingly it was not packed at all. You both hit several stores. The final store that you guys went to was where you found the dress of your dreams. It was a beautiful yellow dress that you bought instantly. You bought a pair of clear heels to go along with it.

“Mina. LOOK!” She turned around and was blinded by the beauty of the yellow dress. Just holding this yellow dress up to your skin complimented you beautifully. You knew you were turning heads at this event and Mina did too.

“Whew. Girl this dress is going to get your eggs scrambled and you broke in half.” She laughed.

You laughed right along with her because you knew it was true. It has been a minute since you had some dick, and you could use a man’s touch. Wouldn’t hurt at all.  “You’re right. I will surely be eaten because I will be looking super good.”

As you guys put your bags in the trunk, Mina’s phone rang. She answered and of course, it was the guys calling to make sure we were still coming. Pretty sure this bitch told them I was coming even tho she didn’t ask me shit. She turned the car on and hooked her phone to CarPlay. Their loud voices blasted through the speakers.

“Are you guys coming or what? We got security and everything and this is gonna be a good time. Did you tell Y/N? Is she gonna come outside today?” Kirishima asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Hey!! Fuck you, Kiri! I don’t abandon you asshole like Sero says.”

“Yes, you do!” Denki says in the background loud enough for you to hear. “Oi..tell her to shut up.” Bakugo says. As soon as you hear his voice you immediately start going off on him. Why not? It’s Bakugo. Fuck him and his sensitive ass.

“Is this Sero or Denki I’m talking to now?”

“Denki. Don’t mind Kacchan, he’s being an asshole. You know his usual self.”

“OI!! Shut it Pikachu. Before you get blasted to hell.”

Mina was so amazed. She is used to the shenanigans by now so she doesn’t give a fuck. She made that clear after the last game night we had.

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Flashback

You guys are sitting in the boys’ shared apartment. This time, in particular, Bakugo was streaming on Twitch. Out of you, Mina, Kiri, Sero, and Denki, Bakugo has the largest amount of followers on Twitch. During the game nights, one person streams while the others are in the party. That’s how that works. When one of you streams, you guys decide who is joining the party for the streaming broadcast. This game night in particular, again, Bakugo was streaming Call Of Duty. He was pretty good at it but not better than you. You streamed too but not as frequently as the others. Bakugo was the party leader, you, Sero, and Kiri joined his party for game night. You guys got Hella dubs(wins). Bakugo was jealous because you got more kills than he did. So that started an argument. You both were very competitive.

“OI. You stole my kill.” Bakugo cried.

“You were playing with your food. And I didn’t steal it. They gave it to you. That was a kill confirmed. You’re welcome assface.”

“Fuck you”

“You wish you could fuck somebody’s daughter. If you could fuck properly maybe you’d still be getting laid” you smirked. Knowing that that would push his fucking buttons. You had heard through the grapevine that he couldn’t satisfy his women. Since all he wanted to do was hook up. That shut his ass up from talking shit to you for the rest of the match for about 5 mins before it started up again. That shit went on for the rest of game night.

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“Dammit Mina. LOL. This nigga thinks I care about him telling me to shut up. Aww. My feelings are hurt. NOT.” You said sarcastically. Everyone took a deep sigh.  “Not this shit again. Can y’all chill the fuck out? Please” Sero asked. By the tone of his voice, he was begging you guys not to do that ghetto ass shit again.

“Fine.” You said defeated. “ I will see y’all tonight. But I’m gonna stop talking and let Mina take back over.” With that, you put your air pods in and listened to the music on your phone. By the time Mina was done with her conversation, you were annoyed that you even agreed to this shit to begin with and the fact that Bakugo just pissed you off. But you decided to get petty. You were gone show up to this event looking good as fuck because he called you ugly a while back.

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When you and Mina got back home, it was around 3:30. You guys immediately went ahead and did your hair and nails. Mina decided on a bone-straight look. You decided that you wanted to do slight curls. You curled your hair, pinned the curls so they would set, and got started on your nails. You’ve already done your feet. You decided to do some Gel-X nails. You settled on an XS (extra short) white French tip to match your white toes. It did not take you long to do your nails. The time became later and later, and it was getting close to when you and Mina needed to get dressed. You took a shower and used some Jasmine-scented body wash. After you get out of the shower, you use your Jasmine-scented body oil, which you put on directly after your shower. Your dress was low cut, so you opted not to wear a bra for the event. You wanted everyone to see these beautiful brown titties of yours. You did your make-up. You opted for the 90s look and something a little more modern as well. With yellow eyeshadow that complemented your smooth silky skin beautifully, natural lash extensions, smelling like you came out of heaven, wearing a beautiful yellow dress that no one wouldn’t be able to resist you in. This dress was bright yellow. So bright that it put the sun to shame with how bright it was. The dress was form-fitting and it hugged you in all the right places. You and Mina finished getting ready around the same time. So, you went to her room to see if she was almost finished.

“Bitch. Are you almost done? Are we driving or are the boys supposed to come and get us?” you asked.

“They said they would. But seems like they might just send Bakugo to come get us.” She took a double take at how damn good you looked. “Fuck you look good girl! Look like a fucking goddess. Yellow dress suits you very well.”

“Why thank you! I love being praised sis” you laughed out loud. Mina was a bad bitch too. That’s why that man Kiri wanted her. We all knew it. “Good shit sis! You look damn good yourself. Ass poking, titties sitting right, smelling good. Kiri Is gonna have to fight to keep these dudes off you sis. Maybe you can get some dick from him since you’ve wanted it for so long.”  Y/N said. Mina looked at you confused.

“What do you mean I want Kiri?”

“Girl, we know you have been feeling for that man so bad. From the looks of it, man got a thing for you too.” Y/N smirked at her.

“So, Bakugo is coming to get us? Is that official or is it just something that was already decided, and no one told me?”

“Yes, Bakugo is our personal chauffeur. We better get our stuff because he will pull up any minute. You know this man is always punctual. Sure enough, here comes this blonde-haired nigga knocking on the door super aggressive. You open the door.

“Cocksucker! Stop banging on the door like you are a psycho.” You slightly yelled.

“Ahh put a sock in it… such a fucking B-“he started but was shook by your beauty. Lord. You looked so damn good. So good that the Bakugo Katsuki couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Like something you see pervert?” you asked smirking at him.

“Nothing at all. Brat. Get your shit and let's go. Come on Raccoon eyes. Move it!”

“don’t call her raccoon eyes you mutt.”

“I will call her what I want. Cunt”

“Ahhh. That’s the problem. You can't get any pussy, so you argue with women, Typical small-dick behavior. Hurry up and drive us to this thing”!

As soon as Bakugo was about to say something smart, here comes Mina.

“Always fucking arguing. Y’all are fucking annoying. Jesus. Let’s go”

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You guys arrive at the restaurant.

“Damn Y/N. you look good as fuck.” Denki told you. And you got approval from all the rest of the guys too. “Mina. You look good as fuck too. Good enough to eat.” Kirishima stated as he was looking Mina up and down.

“Get a fucking room,” Bakugo said with his usual scowl on his face.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a prick, somebody would take yo bitch ass to a room.” You said that completely pissed him off. And you didn’t give one fuck about him being upset. The rest of the friend circle laughed.

“she’s right Bakubro. When was the last time you had some pussy? Cami? Tonya?” Sero asked. Bakugo looked so fucking annoying that he was getting roasted. Damn. He knew it had been a minute and he was sick of your shit.

“You are such a pain in the ass Y/N. You know that? Just goofy as fuck” Bakugo yelled at you. You started to look at him differently because he looked good.

“Fuck You Katsuki. Such a damn crybaby. You have always been a thorn in my side. Always complain. Being a weird bitch.” You spoke. That pushed him over the limit. He decided that he has enough of your shit. As soon as he was about to say something, the waitress greeted everyone, and it was time for everyone to go to the table. As usual, you just got into it with Bakugo and now you have to sit next to him. Mina sat next to Kirishima, Denki, Sero, you, and Bakugo at the end. As the waitress came around and you guys ordered your food, Bakugo decided to be bold and lean over and whisper in your ear.

“You are such a fucking brat. I hate you so much. I mean that shit. Such a fucking thorn in my ass. But I can't lie. You look good as fuck In this dress. What were you thinkin? Oi… I’ll make him jealous? To piss him off? Well, you got it. I’m fucking pissed.  Especially since you said I couldn’t get no pussy.” Bakugo said. He had never spoken to you in this manner, and it had you all hot and bothered. In a good way. You turned to look at him and he was dead ass serious. He looked good and smelt good too. He had a nice jawline, beautiful red eyes, eyebrow piercing, and an undercut that you could see. He smelt like musk and burnt sugar and it smelled so fucking good. Intoxicating if you will.

“Man fuck you. Still a crybaby. You like to be an ass. So, fuck you. Someone’s daughter is staring at you, and it isn’t me”

Bakugo took that as a challenge. Shortly after that, your drinks came and the waitress was going around to take orders. She started with Mina since Mina was sitting at the end. You felt Bakugo’s hand on your knee. But you ignored him. He then slowly decided to massage your knee and slide up to your leg. He inched slower and slower into your panties. He leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“Such a fucking slut. You not even wearing panties. You look good. Let us see if you feel good too.”

Bakugo slides his hand up your dress and started to rub slow circles on your clit. It felt so fucking good but you were still in public and at the dinner table with everyone. Thankfully, no one was paying attention because everyone decided that they were doing their own thing.

“You…are such a fucking cunt. Lord” you whisper yelled. But you couldn’t deny that he had you feeling so fucking good. You couldn’t believe that Bakugo was making you feel good as fuck like this. Like this nigga knows what the fuck he is doing. “But you feel sooo good Katsuki. I mean shit that feels good. Gonna cum if you keep it up.” You moaned but kept it to a whisper that only the both of you could hear. The waitress came back with the drink and started to take food orders. As the waitress was starting to take orders and come around the table, Bakugo decided it would be amazing and he would stick his finger in your pussy. In and out his one finger went and it was so good.

“Fuck you tight as fuck. So wet fa me. We’re in public baby and I hadn't even touched you yet. Fucking needy. Be good and tell her your order because she’s coming.”

And sure enough. She got to you and it was a struggle to talk because it felt good.

“I’ll take the jerk chick with rice and peas, and double cabbage. Thanks” You said in one breath. She understood but everyone at the table was confused and wondered what was up.

“You ok Y/N?” Sero asked.

“Yeah. I’m ok.” Bakugo kept fingering you under the table and then you eventually came. Soon as he finished fingering you, the food came and he decided to lick his one finger that was all cozy in your cunt.

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The dinner party was over and you and Bakugo had ended up riding together because everyone wanted to go their separate ways. As you and Bakugo entered your apartment, Bakugo’s lips were on yours. His kiss was soft and needy. He hugged you and kissed you in all the right places. His kiss became needier and needier, and he grabbed your ass to the point where your cheeks spread open and gave it a nice smack. Who would’ve thought that you would be getting ready to fuck Bakugo? Not Me.

“Katsuki, take this shit off please” you practically begged him. You were so horn that it fucking hurt. He started to undress you and you could not take it anymore. You got down on your knees, pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang out. It was long, thick, and had a pretty little vein that was at the top and his tip, swollen and leaking with precum waiting to be milked.

“Fuck!” you said as you immediately went to heart eyes. You grabbed his dick and shoved it in your mouth going antagonizing slow. You bobbed your head up and down showing major love to the tip. That’s where you focus all of your energy. “Fuck, princess. That feels good” he said as you slurped him up like a slushie. You knew he was getting close because of the way that he was cussing and grinding.

“Fuck Y/N. Imma cum…..Shit” Bakugo groaned and shortly after he nutted in your mouth. You were so happy that you had him nut in your mouth that you decided to swallow. After you swallowed, you went back and sucked the dick some more until he couldn’t take this shit anymore.

“Fuck. I'm gonna ruin you. Fine chocolate ass. Wearing this tight-ass dress for me and only me. Fuck. Bend over this couch now.” He demanded. It was so sexy to see him take charge that it made your pussy even wetter than before. You bent over as he said.

“Fuck.. so wet f’me. Thought u were wet at the restaurant. This is like I put my hand in the water. AMAZING” Bakugo moaned just at touching this pussy. He didn’t even have time to prep you for the dick. He inserted himself and he was slowly inching in. As soon as he was fully in to bottom out, he started to ram into you.

“Fuck kkkaaattsuki…yes that feels so good baby. Keep it going “you moaned at the feeling of his dick plaster away into your pussy.

“you like that? You like when daddy fucks you like a good little slut?”

Fuck yess. I-uh fuck”

“Yeah. You’re doing such a good job f’me. Take this dick baby” he groaned.

“Katsuki.. I’m coming” you screamed. “Fuck yes Daddy it feels so good.”

“Where u want that nut baby?” he asked as he sped up his pace to go insanely jak rabbit.

“I want it on my face baby” you moaned. “Fuck Katsuki, cum on my face day”

“Such a nasty filthy slut for daddy. I'm bout to come on that beautiful face of your brat” He praised. He pulled out and nutted all over your face.

Katsuki looked at you and decided that you were going to be his woman forever and a day. After all, you both knew each other like the back of your hands, and he’d seen you covered all in his nut. What else could you ask for from a spouse?

“I love you. Would you be my girlfriend” he asked. This was the first time you had ever seen him in a soft era.

“Yes” as you went to cuddle next to him and give him a soft kiss on the nose. “ I will be your girlfriend”

Alright guys!/ I hope you liked it. This is what was voted on the last 2 polls so I hope I delivered. Please like and reblog! I think I might do a tag list. comments and let me know if you want to do a tag list.

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Skin Deep - Part 5

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word count: 11.5k

A/N: I’ve been really excited about this chapter, but I’m not sure how good I really feel about it. I hope y’all enjoy this update! ❤️

Also, before anyone comes at me for ethics about this smut scene with Josh, it’s fantasy. I am fully aware (and hope y’all are too) that no tattoo artist should ever do this.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of marijuana, graphic sexual content - 18+ MINORS DNI!! (unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, nipple play, a bit of a glove kink)

Part 4, Masterpost, Playlist

You crack open Josh’s bedroom door a few inches so you can peer out into the hallway to see if Jake is awake until Josh pushes it completely open. He slips by you while still completely naked, walking down the hall into the bathroom. You feel a little lightheaded, your head buzzing from the massive hit you took, making you feel like you're simultaneously glued to the floor while fearing you might float away, yet your feet carry you to the bathroom even if your mind drifts elsewhere. 

Following him with weightless steps into the bathroom, you pull the t-shirt Jake had given you the night before off your body and toss it to the ground. The boxers are the second thing to go, but before you could slip them off your legs, Josh gasps loudly, “Holy shit!”

You startle, turning to face him in search of the reason for his sudden outburst. “What?!”

His eyes widen with shock, locking onto your body as he steps forward with an extended hand, and brushes his fingertips over the small of your back with a cautious touch. “Did you guys fuck or were you attacked by a rabid animal?”

You glance down to inspect your lower body, finding that your waist and legs are marked with faint scratches and small finger-sized bruises. They’re little reminders, causing the memories of your night spent with Jake to flash before your eyes. As a blush creeps up, your immediate reaction is to laugh, causing the nervous sound to echo throughout the bathroom as you step inside the shower.

Josh doesn’t join in on the laughter, but instead approaches you with concern laden in his strained voice as he studies the rest of your skin for evidence, “Are you okay?”

He follows you in, closing the glass door behind him as you tilt your head under the stream of water.“Yeah, I’m okay.” Your eyes are closed with the water rolling down your face, but you can feel his presence as he steps closer. He doesn’t say anything, only letting the sounds of the shower patter through the bathroom. You peek through your eyelids to see him staring at you. “I promise!”

As he closes the last bit of distance between you, his stance softens with each step. He guides you in by the hips so your body connects with his, a position very reminiscent of the first shower you took together. 

You peer up at him as the hot water cascades over the both of you. He meets your eyes through wet lashes, smiling as he teases, “So you like being tied up, huh?”

You haven’t had the chance to process last night, so you shrug non-committedly, reaching around him for the bottle of shampoo. “I think so.”

He rests his arms on your shoulder as he kisses you, but only for a quick peck on the lips. “Kinky girl. And you say I’m the one to surprise you.”

After getting dressed, you gather whatever things you brought from around his room and step out into the hallway once again. You make your way out into the living room with Josh not far behind. You try to stay quiet by walking softly over the hardwood, assuming that Jake is sound asleep, but once you’re within earshot of the kitchen, you’re able to hear the sounds of him moving around. 

You see him standing at the island, facing you as he makes himself a simple breakfast. He’s shirtless this morning, giving you the full view of his tanned skin —  an image that you’ve gladly seen a few times now. But there’s something different about seeing his collection of tattoos in the daylight like you have a newfound appreciation for the artistry and talent within each one. You watch closely, simply enamored by the way they move and stretch with each breath he takes, every minuscule movement of his body. It might be because you’re still high, but there’s no doubt you could stand here and gawk at him for hours. 

 The only item of clothing he’s wearing is his worn gray sweatpants, a pair that he’s probably had since high school, sitting low on his waist, right below his hip joints. The bottom side of his bagel is already wedged in his mouth with his teeth sinking into the thick smear of cream cheese as he swipes the butter knife across the toasted top half. 

As you carefully venture closer, he breaks his focus away from his task to look up at you, and bites fully through the bagel so he can mumble around his chewing, “Was wondering what happened to you.”

You’re standing at the opposite side of the kitchen island, losing yourself in his tired, toffee-colored eyes, noticing the small, dark bags formed beneath them from lack of sleep. He looks over your outfit through the silence, and a small smile forms as he chews. Before you can explain your absence from his bed this morning, he sets his bagel down, dusts off the crumbs from his fingers, and turns away to reach for the coffee pot sitting in the machine behind him. 

The moment feels vulnerable like you’re pulling back the curtain to see that there’s no mask, no role that he’s put on, no cocky persona that he’s been more than comfortable adopting in a place like his tattoo shop. That this right here is simply a mundane task of him filling up his favorite mug with piping hot coffee wearing only his most-beloved pair of sweatpants. 

Nothing about his tone or body language gives any indication that he’s upset with you, but you still feel on edge nonetheless. You clear your throat from the nervousness prickling in the back of your mind, but still squeak out your response in a sheepish voice, “Sorry about that.”

He holds his mug up, looking at you with an intensity you haven’t seen yet as the steam plumes around his face. “You have nothing to be sorry for, dove.” The calm, sleepy rasp of his voice feels like a perfect scratch to a place you’ve been dying to itch.

 Your thought is interrupted by Josh’s dramatic entrance of him sliding across the bare floor on his socks, knocking into you with a gentle bump of his hip into yours. You can tell it’s all to make you laugh and lighten the mood, so you push out the strained sound as he stands behind you. His hands start at your shoulders and work their way down your arms until they are planted on the countertop on either side of you, boxing you in. 

He places a soft kiss on your exposed shoulder, breathing in the shower you took together off your skin, and runs the tip of his nose across the shell of your ear. A shiver rolls through the column of your spine when he whispers, albeit loud enough to ensure his brother can hear every word, “This morning was fucking incredible, baby.”

Josh’s tight embrace causes the woodsy scent of his cologne to wrap around you like a cozy blanket, with its vanilla sweetness and rich almond notes making you crave just a little bit more. You catch the heavy roll of Jake’s eyes as his face drops from a smile into a scowl as he takes another sip from his mug. 

Josh doesn’t seem to notice, or at least care, and plants a kiss on your cheek before detangling himself from you. He circles the island and walks behind Jake to choose a coffee mug for himself from the cabinet. 

But something snags his attention before he can, causing his face to contort into confusion. He spins on his heels and leans in closer to inspect Jake’s neck, seeing that it’s littered with a spattering of Fuschia-colored marks that trail from his jawline to his collar-bones, across his bare chest, and down to his stomach. Your mouth falls open in shock, and you can’t tell if you’re more embarrassed that you’ve done that to him or amazed that you didn’t see it until now. 

Josh grins through a taunting chuckle while looking directly at you, and smacks an open hand across Jake’s shoulder before giving it an aggressive shake that’s strong enough to make coffee spill from the mug. “Looks like you might have to button up your shirt for once, Jakey boy.”

Jake cuts a menacing glare over his shoulder, following it with a heavy roll of his eyes until they meet yours again. You wince in an attempt at a silent apology, one to which he only reciprocates with a wink before taking a large sip of his coffee. 

It’s becoming obvious that there’s going to be a learning curve navigating this dynamic between the three of you. You wish you could say something, anything that would reflect an ounce of confidence that you do not possess right now. The weed in your system surely doesn’t help, but you can’t help imagining him going through his workday with an assortment of very noticeable hickies that you’ve personally created. 

You see the workings of a smile on Jake’s mouth as the gears turn in his head before he mutters, “It seems like a fair price to know she had a good time with me last night.” He half turns to face Josh, leaning against the edge of the counter as he throws another verbal jab. “What is this now? The second morning she left your room unsatisfied?”

“Asshole.”

The weight of the unsaid hangs in the air, creating an uncomfortable awkwardness within you. Not knowing what to say or do, you divert your eyes away from them and spot your bag sitting on the barstool. While Josh is busy filling up his travel mug, you reach for it, blurting out, “Well, I guess I better get going.”

Josh sets the coffee pot back and offers over his shoulder, “Let me walk you out.”

You open your mouth to answer, but Jake’s voice cuts in before you can get out a word, “Oh, I think I might have a break between clients today.” He sets his mug down and grips the counter’s edge with both hands to lean forward. “I’ve been thinking about coming down to your shop to try one of your coffees—”

“Actually, I think we have to go through the books today,” Josh interrupts and walks into Jake’s view to shoot him a glare. There’s some sort of telepathic communication between the two of them, a conversation you’re not a part of. There’s an edge to the tone, a tightness in his voice that seems very unlike him. “He’ll be very busy. Such a shame though.”

With his coffee in hand, phone in the other with his key ring hanging off his pinky, and backpack slung loosely off his shoulder, he ushers you toward the door with the tip of his chin. After taking a few steps, Jake calls out your name, making you turn to the sound of his voice. “It was nice seeing you again.”

You feel compelled to stay, hook your bag on the back of the barstool, and slide across the seat. You imagine what the late morning would bring, the anecdotes he might share, the touches of your hand, the natural scent of his skin when he pulled you in close. Instead of experiencing any of that, he gives you a casual wave with a soft smile. You return it with your own, noting the hint of disappointment in his expression. 

You walk to your car in a stressed hurry, not sure how you’re supposed to feel in a situation like this. Josh is quick to pick up on it as he bounds down the porch stairs after you. “Are you okay?”

You’re flustered, clicking the key fob in your hands at your car in the driveway. The past few minutes have shown you that this could all end as quickly as it began, and this type of conversation isn’t one you feel comfortable having with them yet. You pop your door open and toss your backpack into the passenger seat before asking in an irritated tone, “What was that about?”

He drops his bag, slides his phone in his pocket to rest a hand on the frame of the door, holding it open while his brows create that little crease in the skin between them.“What do you mean?”

Your eyes drop to your hands fidgeting with your keychain while you release a shaky sigh, “Josh…if there is going to be weird jealousy between you and him, I don’t know if this is the best thing.”

He recoils, instantly getting defensive, and huffs out to correct you, “It’s not jealousy.” But after the look you give him, he takes the moment to reflect for a second and admits, “I mean…okay, maybe it is a little bit.” His expression softens with worry painting over his features when he recognizes tension in your body and tries to shake it with laughter, “Jake and I can be a bit competitive sometimes.”

The last thing you want is to come between them as brothers, as coworkers, especially as roommates. Your voice is soft, just barely above a whisper.“I don’t want you two competing over me.”

He shakes his head as if to mentally kick himself for choosing the wrong words. He sighs, and anxiously scratches the back of his neck.“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry for that.”

The apology seems genuine, and a part of you feels bad for making an issue out of what could be nothing. You giggle through your nose as you tap his fingers wrapped around the top of your door. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry.”

He steps around the door to stand in front of you, tipping your chin up with his index finger, and tracing it along your jawline to brush the hair from your face. “I promise I won’t make it weird anymore, okay? I’ll even talk to him about it myself.”

“You sure?”

He looks at you through heavy lids, and smiles through a calming exhale, “Yeah.”

The spring morning air is crisp in your lungs, filling you with serenity as you look out at the dew drops coating every surface in sight. Standing out here with him by your car while couples send their significant other off on their work days feels more domestic than you realize. You push away that certain feeling that could ache in your heart knowing that nothing with him or Jake is guaranteed. Hell, you don’t even know if you’ll see them again after you leave here today. There’s an uncertainty to it all — the elephant in the room that no one dares to acknowledge. You fight that intrusive thought wanting to ruin the moment, and as much as you want to spend more time with him, you place a kiss on the corner of his mouth and mumble into the skin, “I should really get going.”

Just as you start to pull away, he guides you back into the kiss with his hand placed around the nape of your neck. It’s an act of reassurance. His thumb rubs along your cheek as his hand cradles your face, dissolving any stress of your responsibilities with the soft brush of his lips across yours.

He licks across your soft lips, and you quickly grant him access to your tongue without a second thought. You’re greeted with a hint of his toothpaste lingering with the sip of coffee he had just taken, a unique taste that only makes your heart flutter. Everything with him is new, the both of you breathlessly exploring each other’s little quirks despite feeling like you’ve known him for years. Weirdly enough, he’s the one to break away, leaving you a heaving mess in his cocky fashion. You just giggle and stumble back into the driver’s seat until you collect the motivation to finally turn the ignition. 

He waits for you to roll the window down and closes your car door with a careful push until it latches in place. He lowers himself to where he’s at eye level, propping his arms on the open frame. “Hey, so do you have plans tonight?”

The way he’s looking at you melts away any doubts you’re feeling, and it’s the first time since your shower that you’re able to study the little details of his face. His damp curls are starting to dry in the morning air, springing back against his forehead in loose tendrils. He’s smiling at you while he waits for your answer, showing the apples of his cheeks that are still rosy from the hot water and revealing the tiny gap between his front teeth. 

You curse at yourself internally that you’re already considering the idea of seeing him again later today, but the excitement shows in your voice anyway, “I don’t think so, why?”

The cheeky grin on his face gives away that he’s got something planned. He chuckles, and reaches into the car to gently tap your shoulder, “You should come by the shop tonight after your shift. I have a surprise for you.”

Although you have an idea what it could be, you raise a brow trying to hold on to your weak bluff. “A surprise?”

He dips his head and places a chaste kiss on your lips.“Yeah, but be sure to wear something loose and comfortable.”

Turning the corner on the street, the neon signs for “The Edge of Darkness Tattoo” come into view about a block away. The work day had dragged on, and the apartment felt drab and boring without the liveliness you’d been experiencing lately. You fought through the lack of motivation to catch up on chores, which consisted of feeding your cat, cleaning out the sink of dishes, and watering your plants. After you had gotten off work, you ran home for a quick shower and change of comfortable clothes. As you approach the shop, you can see some of the shop lights still on through the window and glass door. There’s the movement of someone inside, but it’s not who you’re expecting. 

He’s a taller-than-average man of slender build, with long chestnut brown hair secured in a low, messy bun at the nape of his neck. He’s wearing a faded light-wash chambray shirt with the first few buttons opened to reveal the necklace hanging from his neck, dark, some tight-fitting jeans with a very stained pair of white Converse shoes.

He’s looking down, head-bobbing along and distracted as he wipes down the glass display cases on the front counter. You assume that he can’t hear you due to the earbuds he’s wearing. Taking a few steps closer, you notice that he has significantly more facial piercings than the twins combined. You study his downturned, clean-shaven face, spotting one through the sharp arch of his left brow, a bar through the bridge of his nose, a septum, a hoop through the right nostril, and a stud in the center of his bottom lip. His pulled-back hair also reveals the collection of hoops and studs he has in both ears. From what you can see, the exposed skin of his forearms and chest have multiple patchwork-style tattoos, giving the feeling that he offers the space as a human sketchbook rather than having a real plan for them. 

After tossing the used paper towels into the trash, he begins the process of pulling up the plastic drawstrings of the bag. You decide it’s time to interrupt from how long you’ve stood here and wave your hand to get his attention. 

He startles from your presence, jumping up and holding a hand over his heart. He laughs as he calms himself, and plucks one of the earbuds from his ear. “Oh, hello.”

You return the greeting, laughing along with him, “Hey.”

Once he regains his composure, he looks over at you, making it obvious that he’s checking you out with the way he starts with your eyes and drops his gaze down your body and back up. He instantly straightens his posture and adjusts his clothing. “I hate to say this, but we’re actually closed for the night.” He pauses and glances at the clock and then at the staircase before meeting your eyes again. “But if you already know what you want…I think I can make an exception for such a pretty girl tonight.”

If the genetic similarity didn’t serve as a clue, his new posture of leaning with folded arms over the glass case of jewelry did. You think back to last week, remembering Jake telling you about his younger brother. You’re flattered at his attempt, and can only giggle at the shameless flirt, “So you must Sam.”

Confusion paints across his angled features as he figures out how you know him by name, as if he’s flipping through the catalog of faces he’s met trying to see if yours is one he recognizes. 

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m here to see Josh,” you explain with an added point of your finger to the second floor. 

“Oh! Oh…”  His expression drops the second he realizes why you’re really here, causing his posture to stiffen back into a standing position with a push of his hands against the glass. He dusts off the imaginary dust from his clothes as he shuffles around. He attempts to hide his cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment by picking back up on the task he was working on when you walked in. He casts his eyes to the counter as he clears his throat and throws a thumb in the direction of the staircase,  “He’s upstairs.”

You feel bad from the sudden shift in his disposition and consider mumbling an apology, but decide against it for fear that would make things worse. “Okay! It was nice meeting you, Sam.”

“Good luck!” He calls halfway up the stairs, but also you hear him grumble under his breath, “Every. Fucking. Time.”

It’s strange, being here in this building under completely different pretenses than when you were here only a little over a week ago. It feels like a case of mental whiplash. The smells of different cleaners, burning incense, and hardwood, the framed art on the walls, the oddities in every nook n cranny — everything is the same as it was. The excitement only builds for what Josh has waiting for you, the anticipation carrying you up the remainder of the stairs.

It’s mostly quiet on the second floor aside from music playing on the same Bluetooth speaker as last time. You look around, and while remembering the layout, you note that Jake’s nowhere to be found, his station clean and tidy with his lights flipped off. Josh is on the opposite side of the room with his back to you, working away at his desk. He’s wearing the same outfit from this morning, a simple black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of jeans, but with the addition of a backward-facing baseball cap on his head. He looks up and turns once he hears the creaky sounds of your footsteps approaching, and greets you with a friendly smile. 

“Hey, baby,” He sings as pushes away from the edge of the desk with the heels of his palms, spinning in your direction and leaning back in the rolling office chair. 

Normally the pet name for you being used this soon and often by a guy would have driven you nuts and made you run the other direction, but the way the word crackles from his throat and bounces off his lips makes you melt every time you hear it. 

You send a smile back and say, “Hey.” There’s an attempt at being casual when you set your bag on the floor by his desk, but you can’t help but break into giggles anyway, “So I met your brother downstairs.”

He’s curious given how his ears seem to perk up, revealing his oral fixation by tapping the end of his Apple Pencil on his bottom lip as he spins in his chair, “Oh yeah? And how did that go?”

“It wasn’t the worst interaction I’ve ever had, but I think it could have gone substantially better.” You step between his open legs, standing over him as a surge of self-confidence flows through you. “I think he tried to flirt with me.”

He chuckles, biting at the end of the pencil, “Sammy boy? I mean…I can’t say I blame him.“ He then tosses the white pencil on his desk and sits up straight to stand on his feet, pulling you against him as he brings himself to your level. “Ya, know…with you being such a hottie and all.”

You involuntarily grasp his hips, wrapping your fingers around his waist to tug his body close to you. “A hottie, huh?” 

He sucks in a sharp breath of pain and jumps away from you with his hand flying to his midsection, “Ah!” You step back as well, looking over his body to try to find what caused the reaction. Before you can ask, his eyes suddenly light up and he takes in another breath, but this time out of excitement. “That reminds me! ” 

Your initial concern shifts to confusion, but you give him space as he lifts the front of his shirt and holds the cotton fabric in his hands. Your eyes find the thing he wants to show you, but your first instinct is to bring your hand to your mouth in shock as you stare at the golden barbell pierced through his navel. You ask in a hushed whisper through your fingers, “Is that real?”

“Yeah!” There’s a giddiness in his voice as he looks down at himself. He flexes his muscles and stretches out the tan skin of his stomach to show off the new addition to his body modifications. The area around the piercing is flushed pink and a tad swollen, giving away that it was done only hours ago. 

It’s like a precious jewel displayed amongst the bed of tattooed flowers on his stomach. Mesmerized by the sight, you huff an incredulous laugh, “Did you really get an impulsive belly button piercing today?”

He looks up and meets your eyes with that cheesy grin of his. “Yeah, why not?”

At first, you would think to question it, but based on what you’ve seen from him so far,  it can’t seem more like him to do something like this. It doesn’t take long for you to succumb to the temptation to touch him and reach out to brush your fingertips across his upper stomach so you can hold his shirt. “Is this  my surprise?”

His eyes follow the path of your other hand as you trace across his abdomen with a barely-there pressure. “No, but do you like it?”

He’s so warm and soft to the touch that you nearly forget to answer until you breathe your admittance, “Yeah.” He gives away that he’s ticklish when he twitches at the contact as you get a little closer to the piercing sight. “Does it hurt?”

All you want to do is feel the new barbell, run over the cool metal with a pass of your fingers, or even kiss down his stomach and lick across the golden bar. You drop his shirt carefully so it doesn’t snag or rub against the jewelry. “A little but it’s fresh.”

You giggle at the mental image that pops into your head, “Did Sam do it?”

“Fuck no!” He laughs through the curse, dragging out the word through the throaty sound. “I was running some errands this afternoon and stopped by my friend’s shop today. We were talking and found out that her new piercer just got some new shit in today.” He breaks the contact from you and starts to shuffle the items on his desk, taking you through the story with the waving of his hands as he does so. “One thing led to another and somehow I ended up on a table with a fourteen gauge needle through my belly button.”

You don’t mean for it to happen, but a feeling of jealousy shoots through you as he tells you about his day. “A friend?”

His head whips around to study your reaction and new body language after hearing the change in the tone of your voice. You’re embarrassed as you shouldn’t feel this strong of emotion yet. You barely even know him right now, and even if you did know him longer than a week, it would be hypocritical of you given the fact you called him out for the same thing earlier in the day. 

A friend. That’s what you’ll choose to believe. 

But he already senses it despite your efforts to hide and bury the feeling. He wraps his hand around your wrist, yanking you free from the stiff position to bring you in closer. The proximity muddles your brain, especially when you can still smell the notes of vanilla coming from him when he coos against your flushed cheek, “Is my girl jealous?”

You push him away with a weak shove against his chest despite his firm hold around your waist, and scoff with a heavy roll of your eyes, “Your girl? Or one of your girls?”

You let your attitude and insecurity slip more than you intended and now all you can do is wait and see if it ruins the moment. Thankfully it doesn’t, because he chooses to play along, licking his bottom lip before biting it through a taunting pull. He lowers his voice so it fans across your lips with how close he is, “You better be careful talking to me like that, baby girl. Might have to do something about it.”

There’s something about the teasing rasp of those words that feels more like Jake to you, a shared element to their personalities that Josh rarely explores — at least that you know of. It flusters you, rendering you speechless as you scan over your favorite parts of his face. One detail, in particular, catches your eye — the titanium hoop on the left side of his nose is now gold.  

You then check his ears and see that the jewelry on his lobes and industrial bar through his cartilage is all gold as well. “Did you change your other ones?”

He gives you a playful smile as he focuses on your lips, sticking his tongue out enough to run the gold ball of his piercing across the top row of his perfect teeth. “I did.”

You rub one of the hoops in his ear between your thumb and fingers and notice that they don’t have that brassy yellow appearance that some cheaper alternatives can have. “Are those real gold?”

He leans into the touch, humming his answer as he watches your eyes, “Mmhmm…twenty-four karat.”

Your heart almost stops from doing the mental math of the cost for every new piece. “How much money did you spend on all these?”

He chuckles at your scolding before clicking his tongue, “Don't you know it’s in poor taste to talk about money? Besides, I think it was about time to treat myself anyway.”

His indirect answer tells you that the shopping spree he had taken this afternoon wasn’t a cheap one, but you decide not to press the topic further. You admire them instead, wrapping your arms around his neck to guide him into a kiss as you mumble against his lips. “How indulgent….they do look good. I think gold suits you.”

He soaks up the praise, kissing you before letting out a pleased sigh of relief, “Thank you, baby. Do you wanna see your real surprise?”

You nod, causing him to break away and flip through the contents of his desk until he pulls out a stencil. He hands it to you to hold and takes a step back to give you space to look at it for as long as you need. 

The focal point in a sun with spiraling rays as the center, a few inches above it is a rotated crescent moon that’s turned on its side. Below the sun is a curved, half-circle, mandala-like pattern of thin lines and small flowers made of different-sized dots. Unlike most of the work you’ve seen from him in his portfolio, it’s a minimalist design with delicate and feminine linework. “This is for me?”

“It is.” He clears his throat and shifts awkwardly on his feet to stand closer as if he is waiting for your approval. “I was thinking the placement could be here.” He shows you the spot he has in mind by gesturing to the center of his chest in a generally circular motion with his index finger.

There’s no doubt it’s beautiful, and you’d be more than grateful to get a tattoo from him after finding out he’s booked for at least two months, but your fear of commitment takes over. “Oh…I don’t know if I’m ready for a chest tattoo tonight.”

He gives a reassuring laugh with a gentle tap to your upper arm, “You don’t have to. I just drew this up for you and thought you might like it.” His tone softens when he adds, “ Do you still want to place the stencil to see how it looks before we get out of here?”

You blush at the thought of him taking the time to do something like this for you. So letting him see his work on you, even if it’s only temporary, is the least you could do. You bite a smile forming on your lips while handing over the stencil. “Sure.”

He pumps his fist in celebration, cheering in excitement, “Fuck yeah! Let me go get everything ready.” He walks off to his station, sits in his rolling chair, and starts collecting all the supplies he needs out of this cart that resembles a metal toolbox. 

You follow him to the table and sit on the edge to watch him gather everything and put on a pair of black gloves. As you find a decent spot on the stiff surface, you ask while his back is turned to you, “Do you need me to take off my shirt?”

You shrug off your flannel before you even finish the question, thankful that you wore a cropped t-shirt today. You pull it over your head along with your bralette, leaving yourself completely topless. He hums away in thought and begins to spin around in his chair. “Uhhh…it would probably be easier, but we can make it work with—” His words are cut off the second he sees you sitting half-naked on the table. “—Oh.”

With a clear bottle of green soap in one hand and a stack of paper towels in the other, he sits frozen in place a few feet away from you. Your face flushes with heat when his eyes lock onto your chest for several seconds until they eventually find their way back up to your face, and then back down again. You catch the harsh swallow and the not-so-subtle jaw clench as he regains whatever sliver of his professionalism he still has. With a slight tilt of his head and a raise of his brows, he finally says, “But I guess you’re already good to go.”

“Sorry,” you laugh nervously as he wheels in close by walking his feet along the floor until he is right at your knees. You feel silly for the new wave anxiety since he’s seen your bare chest plenty within the short time frame you’ve known him, but this right now, in this setting feels completely different. 

“Never, ever apologize for that, baby,” he assures you with a calming lilt in his voice as he looks up at you. Your brain goes fuzzy with the image of him below you, and he knows it too. It’s the boyish charm hanging onto his handsome features —  the little curls at the nape of his neck that are starting to grow out past his ears, the dimple pressed into his chin now that his facial hair is gone, and the large, doe eyes that are always melting away your resolve. 

 He begins the process once he has the permission of your smile, his focus set solely on your naked chest that’s at his eye level. The green soap solution from the squeeze bottle in his hand is cold when it hits your exposed skin, causing a sea of goosebumps to rise across your body. He rushes with a paper towel to wipe it clean before the liquid soap has the chance to run down your stomach and onto the rest of your clothes. 

You tease, “Is the cleaner and gloves necessary just for a stencil?” The question is to distract him from the fact that you’re already on the edge and the way you’re staring at how his hands are vacuum sealed in the thin, black rubber. 

He giggles as he continues to wipe you down, “I just wanna give you the full experience.”

He’s more than tender in the movements, making sure not to be too rough with the paper towel on your sensitive skin. Every touch of his nitrile-covered fingers brushing against your breasts, every faint sound he makes while he’s deep in concentration, each point of contact of his body to yours feels heightened beyond belief.

Your breathing becomes shallow as your nipples harden now that they are exposed to the cool air of the shop. There’s no doubt he notices, but he goes on to the next step of applying the stencil solution, making sure to cover the area between your breasts in small circular motions. He then carefully lays the stencil against your sternum once it's centered where he likes, smoothing out the wrinkles of the wet paper to your skin. 

“Moment of truth,” he sighs, taking the top edge of the stencil between his fingers and slowly peeling it away, leaving its dark purple outline behind. You try your best to look at it upside down while he tosses the transfer paper in the trash, making him ask, “Wanna take a look?”

You nod as he stands to his feet to help you off the table, and escorts you over to the mirror — a spot that already holds memories for you, causing the image of Jake kneeling before you when he applied the stencil to flash in your mind. As strange as it feels to walk over with no shirt on, he’s right behind you, guiding you with a comforting hand to the small of your back until you’re standing before the mirror. 

“Oh wow…” You breathe in awe once you see yourself, bringing your hands to cover your breasts as you take another step forward. You take the chance to study it in silence while Josh stands behind you. The thinner lines and simpler, feminine details you noticed on the drawing are only amplified on your body, as if the design was made for you. You can’t explain the feeling or even the reason behind the thought, but the artwork radiates his aura somehow.

He hooks his chin over your shoulder and secures a hold around your waist, pressing his gloved fingers into the flesh. Your eyes meet in the glass before they drop down to watch his hands roam across your stomach and chest. He takes over and soothes your moment of insecurity by replacing your hands with his. With each breast held in his palms, he gives them both a firm squeeze just as he nips the vulnerable skin of your neck, draping you in the heat of his breath. “What do you think?”

Surely, you’d be a fool to pass this up with him, and he can even see your mind working overtime as you contemplate the decision over and over. You know you’re already sold on the idea, you just have to come to terms with accepting it. “I love it.”

He traces over the design, with a touch so faint it'd be nearly undetectable if you weren’t watching, as he speaks, “I drew it just for you, ya know.” Once you meet his gaze in the reflection, he continues, “I think it’s starting to affect me…” As his voice trails off, he reaches down to lift the right side of your cotton shorts to reveal your healing tattoo, and clicks his tongue in disapproval, “Seeing only Jake’s work on your body and not mine.” You watch him in the mirror while he brings his lips to the shell of your ear and whispers, “Do you wanna change that, baby?”

Your heart is racing from the thought, but you lean into him, groaning at the feeling of his soft lips grazing your jaw as that familiar sensation stirs between your legs,  “Let’s do it.”

He presses his cheek into yours and stares at your reflection. “Are you sure? It’s okay if you want to think about it—“

You shake your head and turn to face him. “No. I wanna do it right now.”

He giggles with his hands raised in the air, “Whoa, baby. Watch what you say to me. You’re gonna get me all worked up.”

Just as you go to swat his arm for the dumb joke, a loud voice booms through the stairwell, causing you to jump. “I’m heading out!”

Josh shouts back over your shoulder, “Alright, Sam! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You both hear a door opening and shutting, letting you know that Sam had left. Once your heart rate calms down, you laugh, “I totally forgot that he was here.”

“Most do,” he chuckles as he breaks away from you. He walks over to grab your flannel and hands it to you before gesturing to the couch. “Go ahead and get comfortable while I get everything ready real quick. It shouldn’t take me long.”

You sit on the leather sofa while Josh begins the process of setting his station up for your tattoo. He starts with a fresh set of gloves, then goes on to spray down the table with a special cleaner. After it’s wiped down, he covers it with a paper cloth and secures it with clear plastic wrap. He then proceeds to clean his side table tray, covering it in the same wrap as well. It’s becoming evident that you barely paid attention to Jake during your tattoo, because seeing all the steps laid out before you is new. 

Seeing Josh so serious and professional is also new for you, making you realize that this is in fact, his profession. He assembles his machine, feeding the needle and adjusting it to his liking. You realize it's a wireless handheld one, a completely different type than the one Jake had used on you. He’s meticulous and thorough while maintaining a sense of efficiency, making sure everything is exactly how he prefers it. It’s a window into this side of him you otherwise might not see, and you know he can feel your eyes on him with the little side glances he gives back to you.  

The lack of conversation between you isn’t awkward, or necessarily uncomfortable, but rather thick with tension. Once he’s done stacking his paper towels and filling the tiny caps with ink, he calls your name along with a gesture of his hand. 

Before you make the short journey over to his corner, you shrug off your flannel and toss it onto the back of the couch. He leans back in the chair, giving you plenty of room to ease onto the table. As you shimmy backward, the cling wrap and paper stick to your skin while you find a somewhat comfortable position flat on your back. Thankfully, Josh has distracted you up until now, but the nerves are returning full force with the reality of a chest tattoo settling in.

You’re nervous, and it shows because you can’t seem to find a good place to put your hands, so you end up picking at the top layer of cling film by your side. Your eyes wander around the room, but staring at the ceiling doesn’t seem to calm you either. They eventually close until Josh turns on the machine and scoots into position, filling the room with its mechanical buzzing sound. The noise makes you jump and look down at him getting ready. “How bad will this one hurt?”

“Well…” A grimace shows on his face as he sucks in a long breath through his teeth with a nervous tap of his leg, as if he’s trying to choose his next words carefully, “I’m not gonna sugarcoat it and lie to you. It’s painful as fuck.” But once he sees the fear in your eyes, he jumps in to add with a reassuring squeeze of your leg, “I’ll take good care of you, baby. I promise. Plus this one won’t take me long, about thirty minutes tops.”

“Thirty minutes, huh?” The worry hangs in your words, but you wiggle your shoulders against the table and shift your body around for one last adjustment to get as comfortable as you can. 

Once you’re ready, he leans to his side to dip the needle into the tiny cap of black ink and reaches both arms over you. The warm contact of his bare forearms against your naked chest and the familiar scent of his cologne calm you. “Do you doubt me?”

You chuckle, “I’m gonna try not to.”

“Atta girl,” he croons with a peaceful lull in his voice, gifting you with a large enough smile that brings out the dimple on his left cheek. With his left hand, he stretches the skin on your sternum and hovers the needle about an inch over you. After a deep inhale, he asks,  “Are you ready?”

You do the same deep breath, preparing your body for the pain you’re about to endure. “As I’ll ever be.”

The small needle makes contact with the skin in the center of your sternum, making you grunt out a harsh curse from the pain. The first line is undoubtedly brutal, sending a surge of panic through you that you’ve made the wrong choice. He pulls the machine away and taps your arm with the other hand. “You gotta breathe, sweetheart. Remember the first few minutes are the worst, okay?” 

You nod, releasing that shaky breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in since he started. Once he feels confident enough to continue, he brings the needle back to your chest for another line. You do your best to concentrate, placing the pain somewhere else in the back of your mind while wrapping a hand around his arm to ground yourself. Your hold on his forearm is loose and gentle so he can move freely as he works, but the feeling of his skin alone is calming enough to distract you. As he finds a steady pace and gets comfortable, you start to notice that the pressure of his hand is lighter than Jake’s.

After a few minutes with just the humming sound of the machine between you, he sparks a new conversation. “So how long have you been working at the coffee shop?”

You glance at him, seeing that his focus is still on your chest. “A few months, why?”

He shrugs between his lines and breaks away to dip his needle, groaning as he stretches. “Just curious. I go there all the time and I was wondering why I hadn’t seen you there before.”

You mutter with a hint of disdain in your voice, “Maybe I have a forgettable face.”

The puzzled look he gives you has a bit of sadness to it when he pouts his bottom lip. “Ah stop it. I think you were just trying to hide it from me all this time.” In reality, you’ve questioned why you haven’t met until now yourself, and have concluded that you must've been missing each other all this time. “Do you live around here?”

Maybe it’s the discomfort you’re in, but the sudden change in a topic throws you, making you scoff, “Are we really doing small talk right now?”

He responds to the question defensively, huffing out a dry laugh as he straightens in his chair with his hands raised in the air. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to get to know you?” It’s obvious that he’s messing with you with the sarcasm in his tone, but that doesn’t stop the guilt from settling in. He then adds with an air of nonchalance, “We can go back to just fucking if that’s what you want.”

You shake your head, “No, that’s not what I meant.” He lets the silence linger for a few seconds, causing you to fumble your confidence and blurt out your answer, “Yeah, I do live around here. I have an apartment in town…I even have a roommate.”

His eyes are locked onto his work, but a small smile breaks through while he chuckles to himself, “She even has a roommate.”

It would be frustrating how flustered he makes you if it wasn’t for how much you loved it. He’d been staying mostly professional with you during this, but there’s a feeling of vulnerability laying here beneath him with your bare tits out on full display. Your intrusive thoughts start to wander, leading you to ask the question, “So how many tattoos like this do you do daily? Since this is your job and everything.”

He finishes the line he’s on and looks up, showing his dark brows pulling together in confusion. “Why?”

The same jealousy you were experiencing a few minutes ago is showing its face again, but you shrug your shoulders to hide it behind casual indifference. “Just curious.”

The confusion transforms before you once he picks up on what you’re asking and takes the chance to participate in the game you’re in. “Are you trying to ask me if I tattoo half-naked women like this?”

His bluntness causes your mouth to fall open, but he only responds to your stunned silence with a playful wink. If you were to know any better you would drop it, but your curiosity is getting the better of you so you ask in a meek voice, “Do you?”

You can sense the apprehension making him pause as he raises a brow. “Do you want me to answer that?” 

Despite his warning, you prod for the answer anyway. “Josh, you can tell me.”

He’s hiding a knowing smirk, and pushes out a deep exhale, “It depends. I do tattoos like this one all the time.” He stops to laugh and motions to you, making you cover the blush rising on your cheeks. “Not all of them just strip down completely like this. But I won’t lie and say I haven’t seen a fair share of titties in my career.”

“Must be quite the perk.”

He peeks up through his lashes, shooting you an indiscernible look before he defends himself. “Let me make it clear that I didn’t get into this profession to see naked women. But I will say it’s pretty cool when a client is comfortable enough with me in that way.”

He finishes the explanation with another wink, earning him a light-hearted eye roll from you. “I’m sure being cute helps.”

The compliment fills the apples of his cheeks when he smiles while his eyes search for anything else but yours.“You think I’m cute, huh? Is that why you ripped your shirt off as soon as you could?”

“Shut up.”

He cackles, cutting through the hum of the machine, and clamps his eyes shut as if he’s reliving a funny memory. “If you want to hear some crazy stories though, you should hear the one when Jake had to tattoo this girl’s… asshole.”

You can’t help but snort because there’s no way you heard him right. “Bullshit. You’re making that up.”

He wheezes with a giggle while bouncing his knees up and down in excitement. “God, he would fucking kill me. We might have to save that one for a better day.”

You drop your head back down to the table, grumbling under your breath, “You’re such a tease.”

He hears you and nudges you with his elbow. “Oh, come on. You know it would be so much better coming from him. And honestly, asking who sees more interesting stuff around here would be a better question for Sam.”

“Really?”

He shakes his head in amusement, huffing a laugh through his nose, “I’m pretty sure he has at least one nipple-piercing client a day.”

A new curiosity enters your brain. “Nipple piercings, huh?”

He gives you a quick side glance before admiring you with his undivided attention on your breasts. “Yeah... and they would look fucking amazing on you by the way…if you were ever considering it.”

You aren’t about to divulge that to him, but you make sure to tuck the thought away for another day. “Noted.”

He goes back to working on the tattoo, bringing the needle through your skin through clean, steady pulls before wiping the excess ink from your chest. His motions are fluid, yet cautious as he gauges your pain level and body’s reactions. 

Despite the dull scratching pain vibrating through you, he coaxes you in, grasping your attention even though you’re making a conscious effort not to stare at him. You dare to feel across his arm, exploring the lean muscles beneath the tattooed skin as they flex against your fingers. You rub along his shoulder until meeting the edge of his t-shirt collar, watching the tiny changes in his face that are now inches away, so close you can feel his breath fanning across you. 

While the pain is bearable at best, the desire to have him is becoming more tortuous minute by minute. The thoughts of what he could do start infiltrating your innocent ones, and the aching feeling between your thighs starts to rapidly build. Temptation takes over, and soon your eyes fixate on how the tip of his tongue peeks over his lips while he’s concentrating — just teasing you with its existence. It’s all about what he hasn’t done yet, what he hasn’t touched on your body tonight. Your nipples are practically screaming for anything, even an accidental brush of the back of his hand might set you over the edge. 

You know he’s nearing the end of the tattoo from the low position of his needle beneath your breasts. You decide to push past the barrier of his collar and slide your fingers up the length of his neck and plunge into the curls hidden beneath the bill of his hat. Your nails drag across his scalp, making his eyes flutter at the touch.

He purses his lips into a tiny “o” and blows a cool stream of air over your nipples to watch them harden within seconds. A muffled moan escapes as a shiver rolls through you so you’re squirming on top of the table in desperation. He giggles with a satisfied sigh, “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

You choose to respond to his teasing by tugging the roots of his hair that’s been woven between your fingers. He groans through a violent shudder of his own and retaliates with a single tantalizing lick of his tongue across one of your nipples. 

He pulls away and goes back to his work as if nothing happened, leaving you in the anguish that he’s created. Now that it’s wet and tingling from the cool air hitting it, you can’t help but feel like you’re driven into madness. “That was evil.”

He doesn’t respond to your words but goes back to work on your tattoo. You choose to stare up at the ceiling, imagining the grin he has knowing that he has you acting like this. It doesn’t help that you can feel the heat of the breaths he takes as it taunts you with every exhale. With every break of the needle from your flesh, he brushes his parted lips across the sensitive bundles, nipping at the supple flesh of your breasts. 

It’s a cruel game of what he can get away with, what can drive you to the absolute breaking point. There’s no hiding how much he affects you, especially by the way the pressure of his forearm increases to keep you in place against the table. 

Before you know it, it’s all over. He was right, the tattoo couldn’t have taken longer than half an hour. He groans through a long stretch, turning the machine off and setting it down on the table. “Alright. I think you’re all finished. Let’s get you cleaned up and wrapped.”

Sure, there’s relief from the pain, but you also feel a sense of disappointment knowing that this experience has come to an end. You watch as he starts to clean up his station and prepare for the process of bandaging you up, 

He washes your chest, giving it a final wipe before applying the same clear film Jake had used on your leg. He’s meticulous throughout the entire process from peeling the backing to pressing it against your skin. Once your tattoo is safely sealed behind the Saniderm, he pulls off his gloves and goes to stand. You reach out and stop him before he can. “Wait…” And before you allow yourself to become embarrassed by the idea, you throw the request out into the air, “Can you put new ones on?”

“Gloves?” His tone is lighthearted, probably from thinking he misheard you.

While he scoots backward on the chair to toss the used gloves into the trash bin, you give him a pathetically horny, pleading look with a bite of your bottom lip. “Mmhmm.”

It takes a moment for your question to fully click inside his head, but once it does, that cheeky smirk he wears instantly reappears. He maintains eye contact with you, plucks a fresh pair from the box, and slowly puts them on as he walks himself back over to you. He traces his fingers over your body, following the curves of your tummy and over the contour of your breasts. 

He dips his head down to your chest and licks your left nipple, swirling the tip of his tongue around in languid, slow movements before sucking it into the warmth of his mouth. Even though you should expect it by now, the smooth metal of his piercing rolling over with every pass of his tongue shocks you. As good as it feels, and as much as you want him to continue, he only does it for a few seconds before latching onto the right. With his soft, full lips sealed around one, his gloved thumb rolls across the other, sending a wave of pleasure directly to your clit as it throbs away against the material of your clothes. You writhe under his hold, gripping at his arms while your back arches away from the table. 

“Oh, fuck!” You moan, pulling a fistful of t-shirt from his back in a pitiful attempt to ground yourself. He’s ditching the idea of holding back, licking and sucking at your nipple in a frenzied hunger, even grazing his teeth across you between his heavy, panting breaths. You hold his head between your hands, rubbing across the shell of his ear as you praise, “Oh my god, that feels so good.”

 You end up knocking off his hat onto the floor when your fingers dive into his hair, causing him to release from you. He doesn’t seem to care as his lust-glazed eyes find yours before he drops them down the features of your face. His lips are swollen and flushed pink, glistening with a glaze of his spit. 

As you stare at each other, his fingers leave your nipple to travel down the center of your stomach until they meet your shorts. He hooks them around the waistband, hinting for you to lift your ass from the table so he can yank the remainder of clothing from your body. 

You’re completely exposed, but without a second of hesitation, you allow your legs to fall to the sides so you’re spread open for him. He watches as you do this, sitting up just enough to look down at your naked body. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He tickles across the sensual area between your hips before dipping his covered finger between your folds, gliding effortlessly across your soaked clit. The latex feel causes it to slide down your core without friction to your entrance.  He holds his breath as he watches himself touch you, seeing that the black glove is coated in your arousal. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Don’t stop,” you whine while clawing at his arm, catching the high off the slippery feeling of his fingers. It’s him, the same pattern of movements, but not with the slick surface of those fingers sliding over your cunt. 

“You like that, baby?” His voice is sultry and thick in his throat. The feeling is unique with the thin rubber acting as a barrier between his fingertips and your swollen clit. It’s the ultimate tease, giving you just enough while keeping you wanting just a little more. 

You can’t wait for another second, pulling him by the hair to your chest in a silent demand for his mouth to return to your body. He obeys your need, smiling against your skin as he showers you with open-mouth kisses until his lips find your nipple once again. Your mind is so clouded you can’t think straight —  already so close with Josh overriding every one of your senses. The sweet, addicting combination of his velvet tongue flicking across it with his middle finger drawing tiny circles over your clit almost have you bucking right off the table altogether. 

He slowly slides a finger into you, groaning loudly as soon as you tighten around him — the only feeling he can get from you aside from your warmth. As he curls it inside you, it finally dawns on you that this is truly about you, as the gloves he’s wearing remove the feeling of how soft, how wet, and ready you are for him. He doesn’t complain but rather commits without question as your song of pitched moans breaks through the air. 

“Are you close?” He mumbles around your nipple while rocking his hand against your pussy, stretching you out when he pushes the second finger into you. 

“Josh, please,” You whimper, cradling his head in your arms. He suckles at your breast as he holds it in his other hand, circling your nipple in similar patterns to what his thumb is doing to your clit. 

You’re there. You’re right fucking there, watching the waves of your orgasm ripple from your mind and throughout your body, down to your core. No matter how far you lift your hips off the table chasing it, he keeps you in that purgatory, prolonging the inevitable for as long as he possibly can. 

He releases the suction of his lips from your nipple, and growls into tender skin covering your collarbones, “Should have told me about the gloves earlier, baby.” He bites and kisses his way up your neck, panting in your ear with a familiar cockiness, “Jake is gonna lose it when he finds out he wasn’t first.”

He kisses you sloppily, giving away the fact he wants this just as much as you do. As he licks desperately into your mouth, his slick fingers scissor across your clit before diving back into your pussy. 

“Josh! Please, please, please!” you cry out in near agony, hoping that he’ll finally give you what you crave. 

He purrs against your cheek, pressing the bridge of his nose into your skin while he rolls the pads of his fingers against that hidden spot, “That’s it. Show me who’s your favorite and cum around my fingers, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy of yours.”

His tongue spoiling your chest with those sinful words soaking into your conscience are the last push you need. You’re pulled into the depths of your release, like he’s taken your existence and dragged you into a hot bath.

It’s vastly different from Jake. Where his brother throws you head-on into the wall of your orgasm, Josh guides you along at his own pace with a certain tenderness. The result is a blooming feeling of warmth, radiating from the center of your body to the tips of your fingers. It’s a drug to your brain like every one of your synapses was dipped in a pool of honey. 

Seconds after you come, Josh rushes to his feet and while he’s preoccupied ripping the gloves from his hands, you frantically undo the button of his jeans. He’s just as impatient, taking over by ripping his jeans open and maneuvering the both of you into the new position. He grabs your hips with both hands and drags you to the edge of the table with hidden strength. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch as he dives into the pant leg of his jeans and pulls his cock free. 

He’s standing between your open legs, seeing his tattoo on your body and practically whining as he holds himself in his hand, “I’m so fucking hard right now.”

There isn’t much you can focus on in your fucked-out state, but you can see his eyes clamp shut and brows furrow as if he was experiencing pain. It’s far from that. He’s blinded by his primal need, barely taking enough time to line himself up before plunging into you to the hilt. The sound that pushes out of your lungs is animalistic, and if you were in a clearer frame of mind, you might be thankful that there isn’t anyone else here in the building. 

He breathes out a string of incoherent curses, stopping long enough to feel you adjust and clench around him now that he’s fully inside you. It’s only been a day since you last felt him like this, but the desire to have him buried deep is something that’s quickly becoming insatiable. You’re both somewhere else in your mind, yet connected through this. His gaze seems drunk in the way it bounces around, perhaps off of the lust he has for you as his eyes float down the length of your body. He holds the front of his t-shirt up as he snaps his hips into you, creating a lewd slapping sound every time his body connects with the back of your legs. 

This is the hardest he’s fucked you yet. 

Between each unrelenting slam of his cock against your cervix, you wonder if this is all to prove a point from what he saw the night before with you and Jake. If you had any air in your lungs to form a word beyond a broken curse, you might even ask. 

He wedges the bottom of his shirt in his teeth to hold the back of your leg up with a hand-hooked behind your knee with the other placed on your mound between your legs. He knows you’re overstimulated with how swollen it is, but rolls the pad of his thumb over your clit anyway. 

If it isn’t to get you to climax again, it’s to feel you shake and flutter around his cock. You don’t resist him, because the truth is, you crave it. You watch his eyes roll behind his lids as his head falls back, giving you the image of his extended neck. It’s coated in a sheen of sweat from the exertion, reflecting in the light as he swallowed thickly. Just the sounds he makes alone reveal that he’s on the verge of falling apart within minutes. 

He grunts through the wad of fabric between his clenched teeth, “Let it out. Let me hear you.”

You’d obey the demand if you aren’t already screaming and gripping the table to brace yourself with every forceful snap of his hips. You’re going to be sore from this, but you don’t care. There’s nothing that would make you trade the feeling of his cock stretching your pussy out with each powerful thrust of his hips or being able to watch the muscles of his abdomen flex with each one. 

His t-shirt falls from his mouth, wrinkled and wet from the imprints of his teeth. “Give it to me,” he groans as both of his hands leave their spot to wrap around your waist — those once gentle fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

That sweet, charming face twists into a violent grimace as the rhythm of his thrusts begins to falter. You cry out his name and lock your legs around his waist, driving him that much deeper. He instantly loses all control, and after a final, shaky pump, he stalls deep inside of you, nestled between your weakened legs. A ragged whine leaves his chest as he shudders through his release, the heat of his cum filling you with every heavy pulse of his cock.

As you lay flat along the table, lifeless despite the heaving of your chest, he starts to soften inside you as he collects his breath. After taking a minute to come down, he withdraws himself and picks up your shorts and underwear from the floor.

He braces himself on your knees with your clothing in hand and pushes out a hoarse laugh, “I think I just broke every rule that exists.”

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1. Envy

Warnings: switch povs, cursing, degrading names, nicknames, Felix is a jerk, reader gets beat up, mention of blood, some tension, smut duh, unprotected sex, slight choking, aggression? Teasing. Mwah 💋

Long chapter y’all 🤷🏻‍♀️

My name is Lee Felix. I don’t know who I was before this. No one does. All we remember about our selves is our names. Nothing else. We’re cursed to roam the streets not knowing who we were before all of this. Now in this cursed society. Finding myself walking the streets on my way home.

Man this alley smells like shit. Like actual shit. I hate this. Why did this have to happen? No one has even found the first object yet.. maybe u should start looking for one. The envy object dies sound pretty cool. Just gotta find-

“Help!! Someone please!!”

I turn around to see a girl running towards me. Covered in dirt. Clothes ripped and no shoes. Tips of her hair pink. Watching her as she trips. Pathetic. I roll my eyes and turn around. Walking out of the alley and turning the corner.

“Look there she is!” I hear a male voice yell. I turn around and peek over the corner. Seeing the girl on the ground and a group of men walking towards her with bats.

“Haha so you try to run away. Think you can escape?” He grabs her by the hair forcing her to look at him. “Please. Let me go.” The group of men laugh at her. “Let me think about it.. no.” He laughs and kicks her. She tries to crawl away. Them kicking her in result. She lays on her stomach. Spitting out blood. Looking up and making eye contact with me.

Fuck. I turn around the corner quickly. Hope no one else saw me. Why do I feel so compelled to her. I want to help. “Look at her. Passed out. Should we have some fun with her?” The men laugh and I hear shuffling. Dammit. Why did she have to look at me like that. The things I do for people. I quickly walk towards them..

“Yah, why don’t you leave the poor girl alone.” The men all look at me. One of them laugh. “And who are you? Her boyfriend? Tsk.” He walks up to me with his bat. “You little-“ he attempts to swing at me. Me dodging and quickly fighting back. Idiot. I’ve done taekwondo for 12 years.

Next thing, they’re all on the ground. Knocked out cold. Walking over to the girl on the floor. Poor girl. I should help her.

Your pov~

Where am I? Who brought me here? How did I get here? Sitting up from the couch you were laying on. Your thoughts are interrupted by a noise. You see the door open. A blonde haired boy emerging. Eyes bright as the sun. A comforting small smile. The boy from earlier. The one hiding behind the corner. You frown at him.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?” He sets down the bowl he was carrying next to you. “I should ask you that. Why were those guys chasing you, hmm?” You look away and frown once more. He tilts his head as he sits next to you.

“I’m Felix. I brought you to my home.. ish. I thought you’d be safer here than out on the streets. Just waiting for another group to attack you.” He grabs the bowl again. “Here you need to eat.” A bowl of soup. You grab it from his hands. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He looks away and leans back into the couch. “I have no idea either. I’m not usually this nice. It’s just… something about you makes me wanna help you.” You take a spoonful of the soup. It’s good. You continue taking bites when you feel him touch your hair.

You quickly swat his hand away and get up. “Uh, sorry it’s just. Unusual. Did you dye your hair before everything happened?” You nod your head. Keeping a distance from him. “You should take a bath. I’ll warm up the water for you.” He gets up and walks to what you assume is the bathroom.

Still standing up and waiting. You decide to walk over to where he is. Seeing photos hanging on the walls. None of them look like him. None are him. You open the door slightly and he turns to you.

“This isn’t your house is it?” He shakes his head.

“I don’t know where I live so.. I just stay here.” You nod your head. You know how it feels too.

“The waters ready so. Go ahead. I’ll get you some clothes.” He leaves and closes the door. You looking at your self in the mirror. Seeing a cut on your lip. Bruises. Blood on your shirt. You look like crap. Undressing yourself and letting it slip down your body. Stepping into the bath. Watching the blood and dirt fall off your body and into the water.

Lix’s pov

What should I give her to wear? Crap I know nothing about this for girls. Maybe I should’ve let her pick. Christ. “Felix?”

I turn around and see her standing behind me. Wrapped in a towel. Hair soaking wet. The tips of her hair more visible now. A beautiful pink necklace around her neck. In a shape of a heart. I’ve never seen a piece of jewelry like that before.

“Uhh sorry. Um I don’t know what you like so.. just chose what you want to wear.” I turn around quickly. She walks to the closet and choses a black skirt and a loose low cut shirt. She stares at me for a couple seconds. “Oh right.” I say and turn around and leave.

I sit down on the couch and wait for her. “Uh is it alright if I take this?” She motions to the bag in her hand. “Yeah. Not like imma use it anyways.” She nods her head. “Anyways what’s your name?”

She looks at me for a couple seconds. “y/n.”

I smile at her. Fits her perfectly. I admire her outfit a bit. It shapes her body perfectly. Hair still wet but the cut on her lip makes her look pouty. She is pretty. Without all the dirt and blood. “Do you have any ointment? I have a few wounds.”

I nod my head and grab some. Her sitting on the couch and turning around. Pulling the shirt down and revealing her back. A wound emerging. “Can you put some on me.. please?” I do so trying not to hurt her so much. Placing a bandaid over it after. She pulls up her shirt and turns to me. “I should put some on your lip too.” I tell her. She nods her head and looks at me.

Eyes piercing into mine. A thousand stars inside. Lips perfectly kissable. Placing ointment on her soft lip. I can smell some of the shampoo from her hair. Looking down and seeing that necklace again. “My eyes are up here, pretty boy.” I look at her in the eye as she smiles. She pulls away and scoots away. “Aren’t you gonna shower too?”

“Are you trying to tell me I stink?” She laughs. “No just a thought..” I get up and walk to the bathroom. Turning the water on. Closing the bathroom door behind me.

I come out minutes later to find her gone. Like she was never here. Crap. I knew something was fishy about her. Should I look for her?

Hours later.. 9:00 pm

Walking around on the streets. Looking for something to eat. When I walk past an alley. Noticing a girl.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” A girl says her heel digging into a man’s head. “Nothing nothing. I swear.” Smoking a cigarette, pulling it out of her mouth. Bringing it to the man’s face. “Shall I shove this in your mouth? What did you say about the envy object?!” The man screams out for help. “Shut your mouth, you pig. Tell me what do you know?” He whimpers. “Ok ok. I heard It’s in the tower. But it’s protected. I don’t know by what. That’s all I know.” Then she kicks him in the face and he knocks out. Turning around and seeing me.

Y/n. She sighs and throws her cigarette on the floor. Putting it out with her foot. “Just my luck. Hi Felix.” She walks towards me. “Hungry? My treat.” She grabs my hand and leads me. Her heels clacking on the floor as I watch her from behind. She walks into this club.

She shows them this card and they lead us into a room. It’s dark and closed. She sits down on the couch. She pats the seat next to her. “Mm let’s start with drinks.” She motions her hand and immediately drinks come out. Taking a sip from one of the beverages. “Come on don’t be shy now. Drink some.” I pick up a drink slowly and take a sip from it. It’s strong. “I don’t really do well with alcohol.” She pouts and sets her drink down.

“Come on drink up. Just one.” Her eyes piercing into mine. I gulp down the drink in one go. Already feeling the alcohol. She smiles at me. “Sorry about what you saw. I’m very serious about those kind of matters.” I look at her. My vision slightly blurry alrighty. “Jeez. Just one drink and you’re already buzzed lixie?”

Your pov

Haha cute. Maybe tonight you will have some fun. You grab your drink and gulp it down. Looking back at him seeing his cheeks flushed. You lean over and grab his cheek. “Awwwie so cute.” He grabs your wrist and looks into your eyes fiercely. “I’m not cute. Don’t make fun of me.” He pushes your hand away. “Ooo you’re a meanie when you drink.”

“Maybe you should change that, hmm” you tilt his chin to look at you with your finger. His eyes dropping to your lips. “You have a pretty girl in front of you and you’re being mean to her.” His hand cups your cheek. “Should I be nice then?” You nod your head. Leaning in closer. Lips inches away. Eyes switching from lips to eyes, biting your lips in reaction. You wrap your hand around his neck. Softly tugging in his hair. Then you going up to straddle him.

“Stop. We shouldn’t.” He says, eyes looking into yours with a million stars. You could count all the freckles on his face with this view. You move away from him. Your lips a bit pouty, as you look away. “We don’t have to do anything.. if you don’t want to.” He pulls you back in, cupping your face. “Trust me I do.. it’s just.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. Eagerly awaiting his answer. “If we do this. I won’t be able to let you go.. you can’t leave.” A soft smile appears on your lips. “I have no problem with that.” He returns a smile back to placing his hands on your waist. He leans into you.

Lips softly touching. Melting into each other as you start to move. Your mouth opens slightly. His tongue slipping into yours. Slowly and softly moving. His taste unimaginable. You moan into the kiss as it starts to get more heated thanks to the alcohol. Hands roaming into his hair. Tugging slightly as he groans in your mouth.

His lips leave yours to kiss onto your neck. His mouth opening slightly, sucking on your soft skin. “You drive me crazy.” He mumbles against your skin. Hands roaming the sides of your body. Feeling your pussy throb and wet your panties. You slowly start to grind to get some friction. You moan slightly as one of his hand gropes your breasts. “Fuck, lixie~” he starts to take off your shirt. Bringing it over your shoulders and throwing it away. His thumb grazes over your bra where your nipple is. Leaving wet kisses down your collarbone. Sliding behind your back to take your bra off.

Unclipping it and letting it fall off you. His eyes only looking at your now exposed breasts. His hands come up to cup them. His warm small hands. He gropes them slightly and his thumb teases your sensitive nipple. Your head slightly falling back from the sensation. He opens his mouth and licks one of your nipples.

The wet kisses. His kitty licks. His hands groping your body. You grinding on him. All of this you could do forever. Getting lost in the sensation. There’s no other feeling like this.

You grab his hair and yank his face off of you. “Mm I wanna take control, lix.” You say and start to crawl down him. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it off him. Then pulling down his pants and underwear off in one go. His eyes watching you carefully. You grab his length.

Admiring his angry red tip. The vein popping through. Precum dripping from the top. Your thumb rubs his tip softly. Smearing his precum all over. His hips buck up in your hand. You stare up at him through your lashes. “Does it feel good, lix?” He nods his head quickly. Laughing softly at him as your hand goes up and down.

Feeling him shake slightly under you. Head laid back. Breath trembling and the most precious soft whimpers escape his mouth. You blow your hit breath on him teasing him a bit. Watching his reaction, making you satisfied. “Come on baby, look at me.” His eyes meet yours and causes a small smirk to form on your lips. “So submissive.”

He scoffs at you. In retaliation he grabs you by the throat forcing you up. “Watch who you’re talking to princess.” He pushes you down on the couch. Throwing his shirt over his shoulders. His hand comes slowly down your body. Pulling your skirt up to reveal your panties soaked. His sinful fingers rolling over your clothed cunt, thumb circling around your clit softly. Causing your body to jolt forward at the sudden sensation.

“Mm sensitive, are we?” He teases you causing you to roll your eyes.

“Please Felix..” He places a small peck on your lips. Making you desperate for more. He slowly drags your panties off. Not once losing eye contact. “So wet, hm?”

He teases your folds sliding up and down. Finally giving in after a while. Pushing into you slowly. Gasps both leaving your mouths. Slow and careful thrusts start. His arms resting next to your head. “You okay?” Being cautious since he didn’t know how you liked it. “Please go faster, lixie.” He quickly acts on your words.

Speeding up his thrusts. Practically making your toes curl and your body starting to tremble in the pleasure. “You look so pretty like this.” Kiss. “So beautiful.” Kiss. “All mine.” His praises starting to add to all the cloudy thoughts. The feeling, the praises, and pure lust making you go crazy. Drowning in your thoughts as you feel him hit a certain spot.

“Found it.” His lips meeting yours again. Messy and wet. Not like earlier. More hungry. Moaning into his mouth as his thrusts become sharper, hitting that spot over and over. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth. You nod your head yes as he continues thrusting. Clenching around him like crazy. “Fuck, so tight.”

He wants to make sure you finish before him. That’s the only way he’ll come. Only if you do first. He’s determined to. His hand slips down as he finds your clit again. Softly rubbing circles to not overstimulate you. Your moans getting higher pitched as the pleasure gets more intense.

“Cum with me, Felix.” Gladly.

Your body begins to tremble again as your feel your high overtake you. Clenching and moaning uncontrollably. Coming down a bit from your small heaven as Felix pulls out of you. Deep groans slipping his mouth as he shoots his warm load on your lower tummy.

“Fuck. We definitely gotta do that again.” You smile at him as you start to get cleaned up.

A few days later ~

“Come on it should be here.” Running quickly up the stairs into the tower. Felix quickly running up to you. Reaching the end of the stairs, you walk into a dark room. Until the darkness leaves and is filled with green. Something straight out of a movie, green streaks filling the room. “There.” Felix says as he points out a box in the middle of the room. A green aura surrounding it.

“Go hurry. I don’t think we’re alone.” You urge Felix. He quickly runs over and grabs the box. Opening it and taking out a ring. He quickly puts it on his finger. Him falling back from a sudden gust of wind. Him looking up at you and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes turn green for a moment.

“Well well well. Looks like I finally found my match.” A man appears from around the corner. “Looks like there will be 2 leaders for the Envy kingdom.” You both look at this man confused. You take notice of his appearance. Cocky smile, built figure, sultry voice, and good style. “How is that possible? I thought only one could rule.” Felix asks this mysterious man. “Wrong. The objects aren’t set in stone. They could have multiple or just one. It depends on the place.” He then shows that he has a matching ring like Felix now.

“And who are you? His girl friend?” He asks you with a cocky smile. You roll your eyes at him. “No, I’m not. Just was helping him get the ring.” He tilts his head at you. “In exchange for?..” you cross your arms. “Nothing. And who are you?” He walks towards you. Inches away now. “I’m Lee know. Your new king of Envy.” Two kings in one kingdom. How weird..

Next chapter coming soon…

Taglist: @whlfchn @moasworld @felix-housewife @bubblelixie @hyunsungbased

#stray kids #stray kids stay #stray kids imagines #stray kids series #straykids hard hours #stray kids smut #straykids smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz smut #skz #lee felix #lee felix smut #felix smut #lee yongbok smut #skz felix #skz lee yongbok #skz lee felix #skz lix #skz lee know #skz lee minho #skz lino #lee know

[joyswonderland1108]

“You guys have changed”

Hi hello, i’m back again with my “this fandom is shitty” rant.

On today’s live (or yesterday depending on where you live) Joon said this very sentence after reading some comments and what can i say? Surprised? Not the slightest, if anything y’all already know where i stand when it comes to this fandom. 

“Yoongi marry me” “I’m X member’s wife” “Touch your nose if *ship* is real” “Speak English”, etc etc.. 

Let’s talk about each “category” separately. 

“Marry me” “I’m X’s wife” 

It’s okay to joke once or twice about one thing but when it gets too repetitive.. Why the fuck do these boys even bother coming live if every other comment is “marry me” or “I’m X member’s wife” at least be original? Make it funny? Stop maybe assuming that they even want to get married or even intend on marrying the opposite gender? 

I’m going to set the point on my last sentence here. At some point it starts to get a bit too offensive when the boys keep on trying to share things that are personal to them, whether it’s in a direct way or indirect way, just for this fandom to completely misunderstand them or not even bother trying to understand in the first place. It’s bad enough that the boys can’t really say things literally as they are but they still try to get the message out there just for this fandom to completely dismiss it and not give them a chance to be understood, but the fact that they also have to remind them through direct comments that they don’t give one flying fuck about what the boys are trying to share with us, trying to let us understand. 

Yoongi didn’t say that "i focus on personality and atmosphere, i don’t have an ideal type and it’s not limited to a girl”  Just for your asses to be commenting “I’m Yoongi’s wife”, i bet if one of y’all sickos could’ve thought about switching the heteronormativity in this “joke” at least once despite being a woman yourself and go for a “I’m Yoongi’s husband” that would’ve made him smile for the sole reason that it’s not the same bullshit he sees every single time. 

I remember a few days ago i came across a snippet from an SKZ live on tiktok, well it was originally Bangchan’s live and Han decided to join

The way they had fun with that question, the way they just answered it like it was just another monday, the way it didn’t feel annoying, the way it was an open door for them too to crack jokes with stays.. Lemme just tell you beforehand that stays are original and so far from what i noticed their comments are mostly fun they also like to mention memes in the comments to which, i believe usually it’s Bangchan, who actually let’s them know that he DID see this and that, that he did see some edits, etc.. It’s basically a whole conversation in the comments not the same lame ass jokes every single time. 

Mentioning other idols in the comments.. 

And for what? If said idol has NOTHING to do with the members, why even bring up their name? If it wasn’t part of some type of collab, some type of acknowledged outing, or something similar why are we even talking about someone else in the boys lives what are they? A directory service? Mentioning the collab with Charlie Puth to JK is OK, mentioning the collab with Psy to Yoongi is OK, mentioning the collab with Taeyang to Jimin is OK, mentioning the collab with So Yoon to Joon is OK, etc.. but randomly mentioning some idol unprovoked? 

I’m going back to a Bangchan live, the very recent one when he was asked if he saw how Jimin mentioned Felix in Pixid 

The question didn’t come out of nowhere, they didn’t just ask him about Jimin and called it a day, they precisely mentioned the part where Jimin mentioned Felix who is Chris’s (Bangchan) fellow bandmate and friend, also can you just see how genuine Chris’s reaction is? The way he was so happy to talk about that, the way he was so excited, the way he was just like you and i. And we did end up getting Felix doing the “Like Crazy” challenge after all

“Speak English” 

Well no bitch how about YOU speak Korean for a change? YOU decided to stan a South Korean boy group and for all we know the official language in South Korea isn’t English, they don’t have to speak YOUR language or the language YOU best understand just to soothe your entitlement, if they do speak it from time to time it’s just out of generosity from them that they don’t even have to give to this shitty fandom.

It’s also the fact that they repeatedly keep on telling you that they don’t speak English or their English isn’t really good, that they don’t feel comfortable enough to speak English, but the comments keep on repeating the same bullshit order not even request, not only on every live but on the same live right after they say that they can’t speak English other comments pop up asking the same shit.

YOU go learn Korean, YOU go make the effort, they already make enough effort to give you high quality content, to stay in touch with a much undeserving fandom, to keep this fandom satisfied, you name it, so why on earth are we trying to burden them even more? 

“Do this and that if *ship* is real”

No comment really.. It’s like the whole “blink if you’re being held hostage”, why the fuck would anyone with a sane mind think it’s okay to ask any member to do some type of sign to hint at a non-existent romantic relationship and to make it worse it’s sometimes about some very unrealistic pairings too, people they barely even interact with if not at all. Y’all go read some aus or something if that’s all you ever want from the boys. 

Members could be talking about something serious, something touching, and the comments are basically just not caring about any of that more focused on getting their fantasy fulfilled. You should know that if the boys want to hint at something they don’t need a comment asking them to do it, if they’re trying to be cryptic or hint at anything it’ll spontaneously come from them, the same way JK decided HIMSELF to hint at “Letter”, it was his own decision, what HE wanted and if they want to hint at a relationship believe me you won’t even need to bother asking, they’ll be dropping the hints themselves and it’s up to attentive Army to notice. 

~

I love how through years Jin, Joon, Yoongi and Tae have set some boundaries with Army, it’s like.. They’re already so fed up with all the toxicity and the entitlement, on the other hand our 3J are just way too fucking kind for this damn fandom, despite all the crappy things this fandom does they still manage to make time for us, manage to interact with us, manage to play a bit with us, jokingly flirt with us, heck Hobi gave us a whole boyfriend pov during his live and i don’t know if Army are actually dense or.. But do they really think it’s meant in a serious way? That JK being flirtatious some times means he wants to hook up with Army? That Jimin being kind enough to reply to silly questions makes him easy enough? Do they seriously not notice how they just genuinely want to make those interactions more fun but Army make everything regrettable.

Gosh i feel like i had much more shit to say about this but i’m already exhausted enough with long posts and my brain isn’t braining. Can this fandom get any shittier? 

#I hate this fucking fandom #Youtube

[dallysnecklace]

can you do headcanons for dallas dating the shy but sassy twin sister of sodapop? thank you

Sure!

Y’all are genuinely so cute together 😭

At first your brothers were very worried, they knew Dallas’ past and how he treated women before.

But after seeing his behavior change around and because of you, they were more open to the idea

Your love language is touch, and so is his(although he doesn’t express this around others), so you constantly need to be touching him someway. Weather that be his hand on your waist, holding his hand, piggy back rides, arm over shoulders, cuddles, hugs, it’s clear you both depend on it

Often you’ll just come up to him, while he’s sitting on your couch talking to two-bit or something, and just sit on his lap and cuddle him.

He never assumes this is sexual, because he knows you depend on it.

“Yeah man Tim was being a dick- oh hey baby- and I had to put him in his place man”

He always acknowledges you, but knows you probably don’t wanna talk.

On top of cuddles and hugs being a normal and often occurrence, y’all are always kissing

Not making out, but like a kiss on the cheek, on the neck, on the jaw, etc.

Soft little kisses that shows you love the other.

But your and his favorite will always be the lips.

You often will leave soft kisses behind his ear when sitting on his lap.

This MELTSSS his heart. Everytime you do it he falls in love even more

Around those you don’t know, you are very shy. Dallas is an outgoing person, so when he notices you start to become nervous around new people, he reassures you by whispering in you ear, “everything’s okay baby I have you.”

Makes you feel very safe and loved

Although, if someone pisses you off in public, you’ll say something under your breath. For example, when Curly was teasing Pony one time, you said “fucking ass” and Dallas looked at you, cocked his eyebrow and whispered “what was that doll?”

You guys are so clearly in love, the whole town knows it.

Johnny once confided in you that he wishes he could find a love like yours and Dallas’

Soda started to become closer to Dallas after y’all started dating, and now they’re like best friends 😭

When someone Is rude to you in ANY way, they should expect hell fire to rain down on them

Your brothers and Dallas are the scariest people when someone even says the tiniest thing that is rude about you.

He is incredibly loyal when in a relationship, especially after Sylvia. Expect him to be throwing girls off of him at any moment.

Since you are shy, when seeing girls try to pick him up, you don’t really do anything about it since you are kinda insecure.

Seeing him yell at them reassures his love for you.

“I love you” is a common phrase said between you.

In your family you say it a lot, so he had to get used to expressing it more often than usual.

Johnny is your best friend. He really looks up to you, and comes to you A LOT for girl advice. You and Dallas are always there for him no matter what.

You especially look out for Johnny, because you both are pretty shy

When going somewhere with the gang, it usually ends up being you and Johnny sticking behind everyone in your own little world.

Sometimes Dallas joins, sometimes he doesn’t. Unlike you, he really depends on meeting and interacting with everyone.

You are understanding of this and always let him do his thing, because you know he will always return to you.

Like I said, Dallas is incredibly protective. He will defend you till the day he dies. This also ends up in him defending your family aswell.

Dallas starts to become one in your family, joining in on family dinners and such. When he figured out you were behind all of this, his heart swelled. He finally had a family who truly cares about him.

Dallas’ St. Christopher is from his Italian Nona, the one person in his family who cared about him. You receiving this was incredibly special, especially since he opened up to you about its history.

All in all, you guys are perfect for eachother and love eachother to the ends of the universe

#dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dally winston #darry curtis #sodapop imagine #imagines #sodapop x reader #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy curtis #stay gold #dallysnecklace #the outsiders dally #dallas winston x reader

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 3

Blood play

Prompts by the lovely @kroas-adtam as usual

Swiss x aether

Yes I got carried away as usual. This was my chance to be weird and I’m fucking taking it. This isn’t safe and it’s barely sane (it’s not sane)

Aether gives Swiss a tattoo.

Cw obv blood, tattoos, unsafe tattooing practices. Op has tattoos but needs to be weird so she’s ignoring normal safety regulations. Weird about blood and pain and just be …. Be careful with this one y’all pls

To be fair it was aethers idea.

Swiss can’t be the one to blame. Hell dew had been the one who bought the tattoo gun in the first place. It started as a joke, something to mess around with in their spare time. Maybe give each other some small smiley faces while the other was too high to care.

Again, it was a joke.

Aether was the one who couldn’t stop watching, seeing them at the kitchen table, dew grazing the side of Swiss’s arm with the gun. Seeing the small beads of blood well up and aether couldn’t help but notice how swiss was biting his lip, staring at the blood intently.

Dew wrapped his arm carefully after wiping it down and earned a sharp hiss from the multi ghoul, the fresh wound was surely hot to the touch, sensitive.

It also wasn’t aethers fault when he had instinctively grabbed Swiss’s arm to get his attention, accidentally grabbing the fresh tattoo. Swiss inhaled sharply and pulled away. It was truly an accident, but aether couldn’t help but take the sounds he made when he was grabbed and replay them over and over again in his mind. Just meaningless gasps and even a whimper as the needle shot in his arm? realistically he knew he was getting too worked up over it. Assumed he just needed a hunt, it had been a while anyways.

He quickly let go of Swiss’s arm after a pause that seemed just slightly too long.

“Shit sorry man”

“ ‘s all good” Swiss smiled

Aether approached him about it the next day after a long night of keeping himself up thinking about it. Just, simply asking if he could also give him a tattoo. Just a bonding thing, something fun to do since he loved watching him and dew so much, and of course Swiss immediately agrees. He picked out two small leaf stems to wrap across his hips, something aether found online that he knew Swiss would love.

They sit across from each other at the table, machine already set up. Swiss has on low hanging sweatpants, pulled down just enough for aether to have access to his hip bones. Aether almost drools at the trail of hair on his stomach, fuller bush peaking out the top of his waistband.

“I uh-“

“What’s up?”

“You need to sit in my lap” aether blurts out, blushing.

its hard for swiss to keep a smile off his face, watching aether fluster over just seeing him shirtless is something he could revel in for days, “I need to what?”

“I- just, I can’t tattoo you at this angle, it would be easier if you sat in my lap” the excuse technically made sense if it wasn’t for aether already starting to chub in his pants and not being able to take his eyes off of the curve of Swiss’s hips. He truly was irresistible.

And so swiss did, straddles aethers hips and grabs his shoulders to lean back so he could have full access to his hip bones.

Aether uses one hand to keep him in place, a firm grip on the side of his hips, the other holds the tattoo gun. He drags the needle across his hip bone.

ink and blood mix on the surface, a black and burgundy dark concoction. He could feel Swiss inhale, breathing picking up, sweats a bit.

As aether gets lower, Swiss jerks his hips forward at the pain, flinching.

“You ok?”

“M fine” he pants

Aether outlines some of the smaller leaves, slowly going over and shading each one carefully. Hes particular, probably slower than he needs to be, but it’s more of an excuse to keep Swiss like this.

Swiss continues to pant in his lap. He tries to sit still, but can’t help but flinch every couple of minutes when aether goes over a couple spots more than a couple times. There’s a point where Swiss is almost certain he’s trying to make him writhe on purpose, but he has no proof beyond a particular glint in aethers eye.

Aether slides a hand around his neck, pulling sharply at his locs “you need to sit still baby”

And he does, only jumping at the harsh dry paper towel that slid across the artwork. Swiss feels dizzy, his hips sting, and aether wiping the blood off of him has him almost seeing white.

It’s hard not to notice a distinct tightness in his boxers, he can’t tell if it’s from the strong commanding hand that keeps his neck in place, or the way the sharp needle has him rock his hips against aethers. Whatever it may be, it has him embarrassingly worked up.

Aether wraps the tattoo in plastic, knowingly teasing his arm over Swiss’s hard cock trapped in his sweatpants.

“You turned on from that? Watching me mark you up permanently? Watching me wipe the blood from your skin?”

The multi ghoul cant speak, words catching him off guard, he just nods and pants.

“You wanna ride me baby boy?”

It’s not Swiss’s fault he can’t control himself.

In one swift motion, aether has pulled his own pants down just enough to free himself and helps Swiss slowly pull down his own, doing his best to mind his artwork and not put him in too much pain.

He lowers down, gasping at the stretch and where the wounds on his hips burns from all of the movement.

“Come on, I know you can take it”

Aether bucks up, making him see stars. It was a harsh feeling, aether fucking up into him, dragging his body across the fresh tattoo. His skin burned, he was too full, Swiss wants to sob.

too much too much too much too much too much

He continues to bounce, a steady mind numbing rhythm that he prays distracts from everything else going on. Aether hand on his cock has him practically drooling. Nothing completely distracts from the pain but he would be lying if he said he couldn’t get enough of it

A loud whine racks his body when he finally comes, white liquid leaking onto the thin plastic.

Aether lightly drags his fingers along the hot tattoo, gathering his release and fingering it into Swiss’s mouth.

It was aethers idea after all.

#my bad fr #ok it’s not that bad #maybe it is #aethers allowed to be weird bc I love him #swiss is always weird and I hate him #sigh #the band ghost #ghost #fanfic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #wrath writes #nsft #blood #kinktober

[firstkanaphans]

Bostonnick and P for the promt thing if you feel like it, because i need more bostonnick in my life :)

Y’all. I don’t even know anymore. This is set in an alternate universe where Boston decides to behave himself at the end of episode 5 and not pick a fight with Ray. It is explicit and also slightly kinkier than what I usually write, so heed the warnings below. Word Count: 756 Rating/Warnings: Explicit; Semi-public sex, exhibitionism

[P]ersuading them to do something naughty

If Boston was being honest, the first time he’d fucked Nick, he’d thought him tame—virginal, even. He’d been so eager for Boston’s touch that it made him clumsy and he'd come so fast Boston had just assumed that he was the exciting thing in Nick’s life. It was only now, weeks later, that he was starting to realize he was wrong. It was the other way around.

“Fuck me,” Nick whispered into his ear, taking the lobe between his lips and sucking. They were both cross-faded, sitting on the couch in Nick’s living room surrounded by empty beer bottles and the crumbs from one too many weed cookies, and Boston would be lying if he said he wasn’t itching to fuck someone. But there was the small issue of Ray. 

He looked through the glass door towards the back patio where Ray and Sand had excused themselves for privacy. They had been making out at one point—Boston knew because he had been watching them—but they both seemed to be asleep now, curled up together on the same beanbag. But still, the door remained ajar. Boston could see them. 

“Let’s go to your room,” he said, standing. Nick pulled him back down.

“No,” he said with a smirk. “Here.”

Sometimes Boston got the feeling that Nick only offered things like this to titillate him—to keep him interested, to try to make himself seem more desirable than everyone else Boston was fucking—but then he saw the excitement on Nick's face and started to think maybe he had underestimated him.

Nick was the first person he had ever been with that was willing to fuck him in the daylight, that wanted to show him off, that wanted other people to see. And sometimes when he invited Boston over, it wasn’t even for sex. It was as if he actually enjoyed Boston’s presence. As if he was having fun. Boston wanted to have fun too.

“You have to be quiet,” Boston said sternly. Nick’s face lit up and he playfully mimed zipping his lips even though they both knew he wasn’t the one who had a problem with volume anyway.

Boston took one last look at the patio door—at Ray and Sand still sleeping—and said, “Fuck it.” Then he pulled Nick onto his lap and kissed him hard.

The two of them had had a lot of sex over the past couple months and Boston hadn’t been lying when he said Nick was his favorite because Nick cared about Boston's pleasure more than his own. They undressed just enough to expose the important bits and it took no time at all before Boston had Nick pinned to the couch and was pushing inside of him. He held his hand over Nick’s mouth to keep him quiet, but it ended up being pointless. Boston was the one that moaned. Nick’s body just felt so good wrapped around his cock—it was like he had been made for him—and he knew how to use his body to bring Boston pleasure. 

“Shh,” Nick scolded, but he looked pleased nevertheless. 

From Boston’s position on the couch, he could look up and see outside. Ray and Sand hadn’t moved, but just being able to see them, just knowing that they could, was driving him crazy. Boston had had threesomes before, but he had never done this. He felt like his whole body was on display and he wanted to show off.

He fucked Nick harder, burying his face in his neck, and he came much sooner than he expected. He wasn’t quiet about it either, but he was too turned on to care about getting caught. Luckily, Ray and Sand didn’t move.

“Did you like that?” Nick asked, stroking his hair.

Boston nodded. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

Nick preened at the compliment. “I think it’s probably mutual.”

They ended up retiring to Nick’s bedroom, but although Nick fell asleep fast, Boston was too wired to sleep. There was this foreign feeling taking root inside of him that he couldn’t quite place. He looked down at Nick, his face relaxed in sleep, and a smile pulled at his lips. It no longer felt like a chore to stay and fall asleep by his side. It felt nice, actually, to have someone next to him.

Maybe he could get used to this after all.

For the Fluff Prompt ABCs

#it is my headcanon that ray woke up in the middle of this saw what was happening and just rolled over and went back to sleep #also yes i am aware nick didn’t come #i did that on purpose #boston is a selfish lover and you can't change my mind #nick likes it #only friends the series #only friends fic #bostonnick #bostonnick fic #sarah writes things #fluff prompt abcs

[cryinginthefkncorner]

Look, i know I’m about to kick a wasps nest, but I need to say it.

I don’t really care for fandom shipping discourse, I don’t take Sides religiously as both have good points, and ultimately I’m just anti-censorship…

…but that doesn’t mean I think the pro side is all right and the anti side is all wrong

Both sides harass the shit out of each other, both sides extremists are bad and need to go touch grass

But y’all also need nuance in these discussions your having

Because let me tell you, as someone who was groomed by multiple predators (one would go on to abuse me Irl for 7 years of my life btw, starting when I was a tween) because of fandom, the pro side of the debate has made it quite clear that they don’t actually care to understand the ramifications of the type of abuse I went through, or to actually listen to survivors of CSA who’s abuse occurred through fandom.

The pro side will be quick to point fingers at adults of kids in fandom, but the adults in charge of me were told by therapists I was seeing at the time that I was “being a normal tween” for believing I wanted to be in a relationship with an adult at 13/14. That I was “over dramatic and should be responsible for what happened” at the hands of this adult when I disclosed the first time about the abuse. I also got in trouble for the evidence of the grooming that was found by my parents, instead of them realizing I was being targeted by a creep.

Part of this was because I was a lonely, bullied, and ostracized kid.

It’s almost like sexual predators bank on adults failing to act and blaming young girls for the abuse. It’s almost like they’re right when they tell young girls that no one will believe them when they disclose. The pro side proves this too by how they justify their romanticization by pointing fingers at parents “not parenting kids” as if they can never do anything wrong, or miss the signs.

My parents missed the signs because they assumed a teenager (who was 17-18 when he started abusing 13 year old me) could not be a pedophile. They were happy their daughter “had finally found someone to talk to” because my own peers hated me and bullied me every chance they got at that age. To the point where I was actively suicidal for years.

All of this grooming happened because I dared to interact with the MLP fandom at 13. And trust me that fandom was filled with pedos at the peak of its popularity. Like I said multiple full grown men groomed and RPG’d in a sexual way with me, even after I disclosed my age. Because I dared to like pastel colored pony’s and I wrote some (PG-13) fanfic, and drew some fanart.

And trust me, I saw the romanticization of my own abuse in that fandom, and seeing it being defended still is disconcerting.

Like, an actual survivor saying “hey, please don’t portray the abuse that ruined my fucking life as a good thing please” shouldn’t make y’all so fucking mad. But it does. And it’s fucking weird.

I’m not going to name call or anything, won’t even tell you what you can or can’t post but just know I’m one of those people where if you are posting that crap and I stumble upon it, or are vocally defending your right to romanticize it, that I’m silently judging you.

And I’m just going to block you if you try to defend it on this post.

I’d say that if you want to avoid drama maybe just get a fucking sensitivity reader if your discussing CSA, and aren’t trying to romanticize it. But apparently sensitivity readers are just “enforcing censorship” or whatever so I know I’m just talking to the equivalent of a brick wall.

Before you bring up not reading this stuff- I don’t, I’m just kinda sick of a real problem in fandom being dismissed and victims being blamed for their abuse

Before you bring up Lolita as a “gotcha” defense- I have reading comprehension abilities, evidenced by how I have a minor in creative writing (which btw involves a metric fuck-ton of reading and discerning meaning and intentions of the author from those readings) Lolita was not defending predators, it’s meaning was twisted by people who want to defend grooming and csa, and since I can tell the difference between condemnation and romanticization, I’m sure a lot of people who share my opinions also can as well. Not everyone with “anti” opinions is uneducated like you think they are, some of us are just expressing why we have limits and why we find certain portrayal distasteful. If you think I’m still wrong i reccomend going back and reading the prologue in Lolita that you obviously skipped.

Before you say I’m advocating for censorship- I’m not, I’m just saying you don’t get to shout at abuse victims who were affected through fandom to shut up. Write insensitive portrayals of traumatizing shit, and then get upset when someone tells you your portrayal is making the traumatizing shit look like it’s a-okay. If you post something on this vein be prepared for someone to say that what you wrote is portraying harmful stereotypes (ie that CSA isn’t harmful if an often repeated myth, it’s akin to saying rape victims were “asking for it” because they were drunk).

Also I’ve never harassed anyone about this in my life, in fact the people who defend romanticization of my abuse are usually just blocked on site, because I just don’t want to deal with the shit-stirring that occurs.

And finally for those who think this is me being against harm reduction- I’m not against harm reduction, maybe these thing are harm reduction for awhile, but eventually, just like alcohol or painkillers, these little fanfic stories aren’t going to be enough for would-be predators forever. They will build up a tolerance where imagination and text isn’t enough anymore, and that’s when they start to actually do the real illegal shit.

If you have reading comprehension you’ll realize I’m am not saying fiction=reality, but to spell it out more clearly, the fiction isn’t making them offend, the inability for the fiction to be enough to get them off is what leads them to offend. It’s like someone who can’t get oxy turning to heroin out of desperation.

When the harm reduction doesn’t work anymore, is it really reducing harm, especially when the stuff they now turn to is the illegal stuff they were supposedly trying to “avoid” in the first place.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on this shit, I’m tired of seeing it debated or people with the same trauma being told to shut up because the truth is inconvenient. I needed to just get it out.

Anyone who openly defends this crap in the notes or reblogs will be blocked.

#rant post #personal #anti proship #anti radqueer #anti prat #anti map #tw csa mention #tw rap3 #tw rape mention #tw grooming

[kryptonitejelly]

Just getting off my period so definitely get that hormonal wave. Sending some soft Jake head cannons through the years (Assume most are set to flyboy) and maybe a glimpse into y’all’s past because wow the high school suite heart and friends to lovers has got me deeepppp

Jake definitely has a picture of you two from when you were in high school that is crinkled and creased and beat to all heck. It was after a football game, his big night. The school’s team had won and you had rushed the field. He was so hyped up, face smudged with the black paint from the game, he’d been screaming with all of his teammates but then he saw you and you ran to him and slammed into him like a force of nature. He’d almost kissed you then and there but instead you ended up on his back, getting a piggy back ride. The picture has your arm around his neck, cheek pressed to his as you laughed with one fist triumphantly in the air. In the picture he’s mid screaming with friends, star quarter back in his element with “his” girl on his back and her arms around him. He loved the way the laughter lit up your eyes. His mom had handed the picture to him the night of graduation with a knowing smile and said nothing but patted his cheek. “Don’t lose it kiddo” and he never had.

This picture is the one he has carried since that day. In his wallet. In his flight suit. It’s crinkled and edged and faded, but he has always kept this picture of you. He’s not even sure you’ve seen that picture, but that night just maybe was the first inkling he had of maybe, just maybe falling in love with you. That same picture is on his dash of his jet. He always has it so he can always see you and remember the real thing that lit up his night that night.

Over the years he’d found he’d do anything you’d asked him for. Since high school you’d routinely stolen hoodies and shirts. It wasn’t uncommon after a night out for your college roommate to come home to you two curled up on the couch with jakes arms protectively around you. She’d noticed the way he smiled to himself when he saw you wearing his hoodies out and about, saw the strain when you wore his shirt over your bikini on days out at the beach and he couldn’t seem to stop touching you. He’d stay up late talking with you, watching terrible reality TV and teasing you. Neither of you care to admit how much pizza was ever consumed in one sitting. He’d carry you home after nights out and drunk dial you every single time he went out.

If you two went out to the bars to go dancing before y’all were together, he’s got a hand on your waist the whole time. He’s always been protective. Somehow his hand would always find yours. Most guys would so much glance as you and back off once they saw the look in his eyes. But for you? He would cover your tab and tug you out to dance with him, no matter the song. Truthfully, he fucking loved when it was a song with a beat and you’d grind back against him, rolling your hips. His hands would grip either hip, tightening and pulling you against him, those were usually the very drunk nights. But others he’d twirl you and loop his arms around your waist, face to face. He’d lean down and brush your nose with his, foreheads leaning together as he grinned. “You sure you’re not gonna try to kiss me?” He taunt and tease. Even back then, he would have gotten on his knees and begged just for a taste. You’d end up walking him with his jacket and arm slung around your shoulders or he’d give you a piggy back ride on the walk home. You’d both be howling with laughter those nights. Everyone else would whisper that you were in love, but neither of you corrected anyone if they assumed you were together. Looking back, even then he loved you so fucking much.

Hed taken you to fairs and rodeos, out dancing, bowling, the movies, dinners, the drive in theater, amusement parks- anything and anywhere, he just wanted you there. He’d noticed over the years that you’d kept every stuffed bear he’d brought home from the bases or won at the fairs. He teased you relentlessly but the very real pride in you keeping those little things, no matter if you had a boyfriend or not, over time had given him hope. He would never admit it, but sometimes when he was home visiting he’d spritz them with his cologne. He had also caught you sleeping that that very same bear later. But every postcard, every letter, every package you both kept. He noticed his postcards and pictures lined your mirror over the years. He had kept every letter and care package you sent, no matter where he was. If you sent him a silly picture of you or a picture of you in your sundress from adventuring, every moment he catalogued those pictures of you. He’d spend hours writing you, finding the perfect thing to send to you. Every deployment he’d send goofy pictures to you. It wasn’t till years later when he was married to you he found the scrapbook of all of the pictures and letters and postcards carefully kept from over the years- the same ones that had once lined your mirror or snuck into your purse. He had his own pile of those photos and letters hidden away. He’d never admit it, but he’d helped you make multiple scrapbooks of the thing you’d both kept while he was away over the years. Every “give ‘em hell” or “try not to miss me too much” and simple “I miss tou” or “come home”; every written phrase catalogued over the years.

There were times you’d come visit him or he’d come home and you’d throw yourself into his arms and he’d pick you up, dropping whatever he was carrying. Sometime in college he’d started bringing you flowers, but it didn’t matter what he had- as soon as he saw tou, you were in his arms. He’d hold you so tight against him and you’d cling to him like a koala, burying your face in his neck and feeling the stubble, breathing in his scent. He’d tighten his arms around you and bury his face in your neck. Even when he chuckled, murmuring “baby I can’t breathe”, these moments long prefaced the start of your relationship. He’d grin that lopsided grin and set you down, staring into your eyes for a little too long to be just friends, “welcome home to you too beautiful”. You’d swat at him and he laugh. His mom snuck pictures of you two over the years reuniting into your wedding album.

His mom had a whole album of photos of the two of you over the years. She even had a picture of Jake sneaking out. And climbing onto your roof. There were pictures of you two intensely sharing candy as you watched a movie- you seemingly unaware of the arm draped behind you. Pictures of a pillow fort in high school. In college, you’d fallen asleep with him holding you on the couch. You beaming at him in his flight suit. Him picking you up into the air and twirling you, your sundress caught around his arm as you both smiled and laughed, looking like there was no one else in the world right then and there but each other.

When he was away, he sent you your favorite candy. Flowers got delivered with deliciously flirtatious messages and even sometimes with a picture of him shirtless “just for you” he’d laughed on the phone as you asked him what the heck he was doing. “Snail mail sexting” he’d called it.

This mans has always loved taking you to breakfast. In part because you look like a disgruntled bear until you’ve had your second cup of coffee and you trudge through the world like you’re not really there, but it amuses him to no end. You’d meet him there, hair in a messy bun, in a shirt of his you’d somehow stolen without him being aware- or maybe he was aware and just liked the thought too much to care, running shorts on, wrapped in a too big cardigan and eyeing the coffee pot. He loved it. You were so grumpy in the morning, he loved teasing you. Literally poking the bear as you brightened with your coffee and ate copious amounts of the glory that is diner food.

Anytime you go to the movies, he has to hold your hand. It’s been like that since highschool. You don’t know which of you made this rule, but it is a very firmly set in stone rule. His big calloused hand would wrap around yours, thumb stroking gently down the back of your hand and every so often squeezing gently. He’d make a joke of covering your eyes at nudity or whisper provocatively in your ear at sex scenes, just to get you to blush or swat at him. It would earn you that deep male chuckle and he’d light right up.

When you’re sad or have had a bad day, hed take one look at you and just open his arms up. He’d wrap them around you like a little fortress, holding you so tightly to him. He would knead the back of your neck, twining his fingers with your hair and holding you to him like he might make all of the bad in the world go away. “What can I do baby?” Hed whisper into your hair. Anytime you were like this it took every ounce of energy not to go full fight the world and break everyones hands who were involved in making you sad. He’d tilt your chin up and rub his nose against yours, kiss your forehead and brush your hair back. Ever so gently he’d rub your back and find those deep knots, smiling when you groaned at the release from your back. He’d wrap you in his clothes and run you a bath. Light you your candles and while you were in the bath, he’d run to get take out and your favorite snacks for you.

I would like it to be known, he regularly has dance parties in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, pretty much anywhere with you. Hell belt out Tina turner or Katy perry or Taylor swift to you. Whitney Houston’s I wanna dance with somebody is a favorite for him to belt with you. Hell sonk to his knees howling the lyrics and you’ll both be laughing, singing into wooden spoons, twirling, he’ll do the dirty dancing lift with you; the whole nine. He loves dancing around the house with you. If he hears a song in the grocery store, he’ll look at you and grin. Before you know it you’re twirling and spinning. He is an excellent lip singer. He will not publicly admit how many bar competitions he’s been in (23, the answer is 23) but you have been to every one. Even competed as a duet for a few. He loves karaoke with you too. He just can’t help but make a fool of himself to get a smile from you

Okay I am done I am sorry I got a little carried away

ANON WHAT THE FUCK 🥺🥰🥹😭 THIS IS PERFECT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I HAVE THE GOOOOOOFIEST SMILE ON MY FUCKIN FACE RN 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

THANK YOU FOR THIS > THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THIS > THANK YOU FOR IMAGINING THIS IN FLYBOY > I DEFO INTEND TO WRITE MORE HIGH SCHOOL JAKE AND READER BUT THIS WAS PERF AND I AM GOING TO INCLUDE IT AS AN HONORARY MENTION IN MY FLYBOY MASTER LIST

AHHHHHH ILYSM??????? I AM SOBBING 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED THIS DAY / WEEK <3 I AM NOT EVEN GOING TO SAY ANYTHING COS ITS PERFECT.

BUT I AM COMING BACK TO THIS ONE DAY. YOU MARK MY WORKS YOU PERFECT ANGEL ANON.

No but really, thank you for this - I love flyboy sm, and i finally get to read it for myself. and i’ve had the absolute most shit and hormonal week and this made me tear happy tears - thank you! because this really captures flyboy jake and reader to the t.

#ANON #WHAT THE FUCK #I AM SCREAMIN #AND KICK MY FUCKING FEET #COS THIS IS SO CUTE #THANK YOU FOR THIS #flyboy #flyboy universe #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #hangman x you #hangman x reader #hangman x y/n #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun maverick #not cm

[beepsparks]

Hey, so y’all remember that post I made talking about how Cookie managed to fully prove he was a comfort character for me in the most odd way possible? Well here’s how it happened because tbh I see it as more of a silly experience now thanks to Cookie:

(Fair warning, this involves a negative experience with my family on my birthday while playing Jackbox, also YDKJ hate I guess?? Kinda vent-ish too ngl. Oh and this is very long)

So like, I decided to introduce my family (and I guess my sister’s boyfriend) to Jackbox on my birthday so we could have something to do, and we had fun until we played YDKJ Full Stream in which everyone except for my mom (somehow because normally she finds my interests weird, she never said she didn’t like it, she just doesn’t want me to play ydkj around people now which is understandable bc of the humor) became very vocal with how much they didn’t like it. And it wasn’t because of the humor, they’d been making that kind of humor the whole time, I assume it’s because they were just bad at the game

Of course, getting my primary interest insulted to my face with even the people saying those things giving me full eye contact while saying how much they thought the game sucked hurt like a motherfucker and here’s where Cookie comes in: Cookie proceeds to, not once, but TWICE, single out one of the people who had basically hurt my feelings and insulted them personally with no mercy. And mid-game, one of the people who insulted the game directly to my face as well got KICKED OUT and was forced to join the audience (they couldn’t reconnect) for the REMAINDER of the game. Cookie then proceeded to be a literal angel to me specifically even if I got a question wrong then brutalize everyone else in the game (I guess except for my sister and mom idk, he wasn’t TOO mean to them.)

So, after we finish the game, despite I wanna play more Jackbox (I don’t say I want to however), the two main people that had hurt my feelings wanted to play mario kart instead, and not give any of the other games I had in Jackbox a chance. I went along with it anyway not to look rude or whatever but I couldn’t focus the entire time because I was so upset that these people were so verbal about their hatred for one of my favorite games.

And, I am not joking, mid-race, my switch bugs out, goes to the home menu, all of us are weirded out and SHOW we weren’t touching our controllers, and the game CLOSES, and OPENS PARTY PACK 5. The game itself closing encouraged everyone to just go home since it was already kinda late by that point and it was a sunday.. one of the particular people that had insulted ydkj and hurt my feelings made a joke saying there was a ghost in the house… tbh I just imagined Cookie knew EXACTLY how upset I was on my birthday and went “nah fuck y’all now you can’t play mario kart” so uh. Basically. “Cookie is sick of ur shit. he’s mean but what you just did was a lil too much”

Idk man. This is weird but also funny to me. I’m just imagining Cookie broke the 4th wall to the highest degree just to cheer me up and I love him for that lol

Also uh. Sorry if this upsets any of y’all or anything but I promise im fine now, this doesn’t hurt me as much as before 😭

#random #no jackbox tag bc ehh… this is more personal and I don’t need others to get upset for me at something idk?? #i mean get upset if you want i just don’t wanna annoy people with this #kinda ventish

[huntersapprentice]

GROWLS

hi, so uhm, yeah, here’s the VeggieTales episode tier list I said I would do

putting my thoughts under the read more if y’all wanna read that

So like I did with my Silly Song tier list, I’m going to go in order of bottom to top. I’ll try to be a little more organized about it this time.

Yellow-green is, as the image says, just episodes I haven’t seen in full or at all. I will say though, I want to see The League of Incredible Vegetables really badly. Also Celery Night Fever. I’ve heard that episodes pretty good.

NOW! Let’s go on to what I have seen.

YELLOW:

So these are the episodes that I went like “Oh these were okay... whatever” and then barely ever touched them again. Yes, the second movie’s on there, and I saw it once. It was alright, I liked bits of it, but it didn't stick with me enough. That’s also how I feel about Merry Larry a bit. I gladly took the Bob and Mr. Lunt dynamic in this episode, but I wouldn’t go back and see the entire thing again just for it.

With Moe and the Big Exit, it was just kinda iffy to me. Fine on first watch, but I don’t entirely feel like revisiting it again. Duke and the Great Pie War just didn’t grip me all that much, but the part where Otis gets shot from a slingshot was really funny.

Fennel Frontier and Big River Rescue I did watch more than once, but then not much. Mr. Spork(Bob’s character in Fennel Frontier) gulping down an entire half of a sandwich like it was nothing was kinda the highlight for me. I think out of the rest of the group, I revisit Gideon: Tuba Warrior a bit more, but not by all that much.

YELLOW ORANGE:

OKAY, the more or less general enjoyment category! Some of them I don’t revisit all that often, but I like them more and am more willing to go back and watch them again. So I only just watched It’s a Meaning Life, and this was only a day after watching the original It’s a Wonderful Life, so maybe I’m biased in the way that this episode was an immediate pallet cleanser from that. It was a pretty cute episode, plus it introduced sexyman Larry.

I haven’t revisited the End of Silliness? as a full, but everything about the ending scene just stuck with me since the first time I saw it. I liked Penniless Princess a bit more than I expected to, which was also the same deal with Pistachio; which I extra appreciate for having Bob go from not really understanding the Countertop redesign until he sees Qwerty and starts crying. I felt that.

Sheerluck Holmes was fun, especially the “Call On Us“ reprise. I love that part. Dave and the Giant Pickle I don’t revisit often, but again, a single musical number in it is what grips me the most in it: I really fucking love “Big Things, Too.“ The Little House That Stood honestly got this placement just because of Good Egg of Gooseville. (assuming that’s what the segment’s called) Whole episode is alright, but Bob is Humpty Dumpty, who’s literally cracking from work stress. Plus, he and Junior(as Baby Bear) hug near the end of the segment and it’s really sweet. Also, it reminded me of the Hello Kitty Furry Tale Theater episode of Mother Goose, so that’s really cool.

I like Josh and the Big Wall. It’s really cool, but I don’t watch it often. It’s a very once-in-a-while episode that I’d need to have some overwhelming reason to watch. I’m not super attached to Lyle the Kindly Viking, but I like it. It’s cute to watch Archibald try real hard to make a fancy and sophisticated episode. They do both a Hamlet spoof about the last eggs in the kingdom and a story about vikings in the style of Gilbert and Sullivan. It’s just a fun episode.

Speaking of fun, here’s a fun fact: Jonah: A VeggieTales Movie was the first home media thing I owned of VT. I saw it in bits before on youtube, but yeah. Jonah’s cool. I like that the ending of the movie itself is just the gang going “The main character didn’t learn anything! What kinda story is that?“ and then Mr. Lunt has to go and tell them “The point is that you learned from the fact that he didn’t learn, dumbass. Learn media literacy“ and then they have one last big musical number for the fuck of it. Oh yeah, and there’s also a celebrity guest song for the credits which oddly enough gives me a lot of nostalgia for the credits of the first Spongebob movie. Actually this whole movie always kinda reminds me of Spongebob Squarepants Movie for really no reason other than there’s nonhumans going somewhere at the behest of a higher figure and there’s the ocean at some point. They’re both the first movies of their respective series. Oh yeah, and the characters being snagged away and almost getting killed once they get to said destination. Cool stuff.

LarryBoy and the Bad Apple has the Bad Apple. Oh yeah, Bob also stomps on the ground in a fit of annoyance and then stands there in shame for the next minute while Larry and Archibald talk about the lesson, which has to be up there in the top most huntercore things he’s ever done. I enjoy watching Esther: The Girl Who Became Queen from time to time. It’s definitely different from the usual VT style, aside from this episode being the first time that a unique character was created to be main character for the episode (out of Penniless Princess, Saint Nick, and Beauty and the Beet, as some examples). I think it’s a nice change of tone, especially since The Rumor Weed was kind of the same way.

The Toy that Saved Christmas is also another once in a while watch. Mr. Nezzer is up to some business schemes again by basically selling weaponry to children. A toy with a buzz-saw. I’m assuming it’s meant to be commentary on the thing of “violent toys” being sold to children, but in a vacuum, it’s funny that Mr. Nezzer’s just selling buzz-saws in dolls just to make the toy look cool and no one calls him out on this aspect at all. “I can excuse a safety hazard, but I draw the line at promoting rampant consumerism”. This episode is also just fun, especially seeing it tailored with the VT Christmas Spectacular bit. Mr. Nezzer also tries to kill Bob, Junior, and Larry indirectly again for being meddling kids.

Finally, here’s Where’s God When I’m Scared, first episode of the show. It’s good. I’m partial to “Tales of the Crisper,“ but I also enjoy the Daniel retelling. Favorite thing in it though has to be the “God is Bigger than the Bogeyman“ number, if mainly for the first half of the first half of the song. Yes, mainly because of Bob. Small factoid, because my first proper exposure to this series was through “x being that and so for y minutes” compilations on youtube, the “what are you gonna do?“ clip has been burned into my subconscious, so I’m a bit more attached to the number because of that.

ORANGE:

King George and the Ducky is good. Being the episode after the Rumor Weed and Esther, it’s back to the good ol’ countertop in this one. So Larry’s the king, The World is His, and he really wants a kid’s rubber duck. To get it from him, he sends him to the Pie War, hoping it maybe gets rid of him so that he can have the duck to himself. Oh yeah, Jimmy and Jerry are hosts... for like eight minutes before Bob tells them off for being bad at it. This and Madame Blueberry are episodes I’ll just put on casually to have in the background.

Madame Blueberry is also pretty good for being in my radius of “episodes I’m a little more partial to". I did go and seek out Madame Bovary at my college’s library because of it, just to see how much (aside from time setting) they changed from the book. The answer is a lot. So yeah, it’s a good episode to just lounge through. Now for A Snoodle’s Tale. So this the first episode animated by a different animation group. Having thought on it for a bit now, I think DKP’s model style for VeggieTales is just really cute, especially B-- Also, I just love the Snoodle creatures.

The Ballad of Little Joe has the jailhouse reprise of “Oh Little Joe“ and “Belly Button“, so that automatically puts it high on the tier list. And the countertop banter. Always love the countertop banter. Larry’s “a WESTERN, BAHB“ and Bob’s “yahoo“ have to be up there on a list of favorite things the VT characters have ever uttered. LARRYBOY AND THE RUMOR WEED is really great and cool. “I’m the Rumor Weed“ is one of my favorite songs from the series. I don’t watch it often, but when I do, I remember that they literally let Larry get the shit beaten out of him. OH I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION THIS. Larry being so legitimately relieved to see that he didn’t die from plummeting into the ground, and fucking Alfred just goes “Yes, isn’t it lovely? :3“ Also on the top tier for one of my favorite interactions in this show.

Finally, it’s Are You My Neighbor? time. So I’m kinda in a similar place with this one like I am with Where’s God When I’m Scared, as in I’m way more partial to the original story content than I am in the bible retelling bit. I do like the parable bit, but I just like the story of Junior getting whisked away by two spacemen (Bob and Larry) so he can help them save an entire ship of people from a meteor made of popcorn a lot more. So this is Jimmy and Jerry’s introduction episode, and in the end, they end up saving the day because Junior figures their hungry asses could probably eat the incoming meteor. They did. They dance and have a musical number, and that’s how Junior learns that you shouldn’t be dismissive of someone just because they’re different than you. The set-up of the episode was that Junior didn’t feel like inviting a kid to his birthday party. Just thought I should mention that.

RED:

LET’S GO, RED ZONE!

So starting off the “episodes that drive Hunter nuts” category, here’s God Wants Me to Forgive Them!?! I know people rag on this episode for... everything about the visuals, but being entirely honest; the weird animation is kinda why I like this episode so much. Aside from that, this episode is just so different from the entire catalogue in a way I can’t really put my finger on. This episode doesn’t even have a Silly Song in it. Not even as a creative choice like how the LarryBoy episodes don’t have them(aside from League of Incredible Vegetables), but because the creators didn’t think anyone actually expected more after the first one. So the feeling could be chalked up to “duh, this is the second episode after all, so they were kinda experimenting with this one.“

There are so many face close-ups in this one, and I mean A LOT. Pa gets up in the audience’s face twice while addressing an entirely different person... for dramatic effect I guess. Bob gets up in the audience’s to ask a fucking math question. Junior’s dad has one. Junior has three close-up shots; again, dramatic effect I think. Scallion 1 has one during his attempt to scam people. In the Gilligan’s Island spoof, Bob and Larry get one as they scream in terror because their boat is about to crash into a fucking rock. Bob then has another on for dramatic effect. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the first story is based on The Grapes of Wrath, by which I mean only based on the title, because I’m pretty sure the book isn’t about two old people and their two kids bullying a random five year old for no reason other than they don’t know its a bad thing to do that until said five year old’s dad intervenes and tells them to stop.

Then there’s the Gilligan’s Island spoof where Larry accidentally crashes the boat that he and Bob were just navigating out to who knows where with Archibald, Lovey(Archibald’s wife), and Junior’s dad. He daydreams about saving whales, but then the boat crashes into the rock, and everyone’s mad at Larry for it. Bob tells him off in the moment while they’re in their hammocks. Larry takes this as Bob and the others not liking him anymore and that they’d be better off without him, so he flees during the night. The day after, everyone else realizes that they shouldn’t have reacted that way to Larry and then seek him out to apologize to him. They do that and then they reconcile. A palm tree comes out and sings about forgiveness. Junior’s dad comes out with an entire helicopter made of bamboo, and the gang all make it back home. Long story short, I think God Wants Me to Forgive Them is pretty cool.

I’ll try to be a little more concise with this next one, but I’m not making any promises when I get to The Star of Christmas. I really like Larryboy and the Fib from Outer Space. The first LarryBoy episode and it’s about Junior lying about breaking his dad’s plate because a little alien freak creature encouraged him to. Larry almost gets eaten in this one, by the alien freak creature, who grew really big because of Junior’s fibbing. The scene where Alfred is trying to solve who can stop is also another scene that’s been etched into my mind.

*cracks my knuckles*

Okay, it’s British time. So starting off with An Easter Carol; It’s an alright episode, plot-wise. It’s a Christmas Carol, but about Easter, and the main conflict centers around our Ebenezer Scrooge, played by Mr. Nezzer, who wants to build an Easter theme park over the local church because he wants to appease his grandma’s wish about the true meaning of Easter. It also has a heist B-plot where the two motherfuckers from the prior installment of this British AU try to steal the plans for the theme park so that Ebenezer doesn’t tear down the church. There’s a super long monologue song about his plans, a super short one about his grandma(as a vision) chewing him out for completely misunderstanding what she meant, then another normal-sized one where an angel sings about Jesus and his resurrection. There’s also a big explosion climax near the end. It rains plastic eggs from said explosion.

I think this sits in the same camp as GWMTFT where I don’t really mind the story much as I’m just paying attention to literally everything else. Oh yeah, this was the last episode done in-house by Big Idea’s animation department. I know what you might be asking: if I’m not that into the story, why is it ranked so high? BECAUSE ITS LIKE GWMTFT IN THE WAY THAT EVERYTHING ELSE IS CHAOS. Animation-wise and visually, this episode looks really good, but I love the expression work in this episode. I love that the heist subplot is even a thing because it’s probably the most seemingly unnecessary thing to have added to this Easter version of A Christmas Carol, except its not (to me). There’s no reason there needed to be a factory explosion, except to add salt on the wound to the consequences of Ebenezer’s actions, I suppose. But I’m so glad the factory explosion exists anyway. Also I just really love the semi-song the grandma does to chew out Ebenezer. I really enjoy high energy music. Also Cavis(Bob) says “y...your eggs“ as it’s raining eggs and it’s inexplicably the funniest thing in the movie to me. Love this episode.

But there’s one I love more.

THAT’S RIGHT FUCKERS, STAR OF CHRISTMAS TIME!!!!!!!! So I don’t know how obvious it is that Cavis Appythart is my favorite character Bob has done ever. He literally steals from an artifact from the local church and tries to lie to the face of his show partner that its not stealing. Then he’s accidentally complicit in burning down the theatre that Ebenezer Nezzer let him and Millward(Larry) use to put on the Mario play. Oh yeah, this is meant to be a Gilbert and Sullivan spoof too. So Cavis really really wants to make a play that will “teach London to love” because the city is a mess. Millward just goes along with it because yeah. Pa’s character, Seymour, is contracted to just stick light-bulbs all over the place. He also has a sick rocket car. I should mention that the general British AU story is set in the late 19th century. Cavis tries to get the Prince of England to come to the show but he doesn’t want to after learning that the church is presenting an artifact he’s really interested in, which was kind Cavis’s fault for revealing to Archibald’s character, a journalist. So then after getting refused, he gets the bright idea to go steal the artifact to put it in his show. This leads to wacky hijinks, arson, and then Cavis and Millward are arrested.

They meet an old guy in jail who chews Cavis out for trying to spectacle London into not being so mean anymore. Through this, he ends up realizing that love is about what you do for others and so on. The the two are then let out by the Reverend and his son, but they sacrificed the Christmas pageant in order to do it because... they walked the whole way over. All is not lost though, because Seymour shows up in his sick car and then lends it to Millward so they get rocketed all the way to the church. They do the pageant and everything’s la-di-da from there, except for Ebenezer finding out about the church and making Millward and Cavis work in the egg factory to pay off the debt (SET UP!!!). Anyhways, they thought the stole the star artifact at first, but it turns out they stole an entirely different thing, so now everything’s la-di-da. But then Cavis remembers the guy in jail who set him straight, and decides to go give him some cookies and a hot liquid I couldn’t identify. The episode then ends. So yeah, there’s a reason why I call this the sister episode to King George and the Ducky. Guys who acted selfishly in some way or another get told off by an old man for what they did, and then commit an act of giving to make up to it to the person they wronged. It’s Bob and Larry’s trans wrongs episodes, if I may put it that way. The trans part has nothing to do with anything, I just like putting it that way.

So my Bob bias plays big part in why I’m so attached to this episode. I think he should get to be a piece of shit at the risk of falling hard on his face due to his own folly more often, which I guess happens in the VTShow more often but whatever. Also, I love the background music of this episode and I wish that there was a way I could just have it on its own. The only place it really plays is in the credits and the menu screens. The background music in VT in general is so good sometimes. Uhm. Yeah. Cavis Appythart babygirl moments. I like this episode.

WOOW. That’s the end of it. Congrats for making it down here! Here’s a cookie 🍪 And thanks for reading this

#veggietales #so erhm. I started this in late october I think. the writing part I mean #it's not that it took me two months to write about my thoughts on episodes of a children's show #I just kept procrastinating on it in between weeks #you know how it is

[guccigarantine]

Michael Woe.Begone is the most character of all time and I refuse to shut up about him so please enjoy 4 minutes of everyone’s favorite time traveling cowboy 

Transcript: 

Mike: Anne found some settings that suggested that “excess travelers” as we had been calling them could be “consolidated”. I was skeptical. I couldn’t imagine a scientific mechanism through which that was possible. Once it happened you defacto had two different people with two different minds. I knew first hand how different, how disagreeable and incoherent those minds could be. One of mine was a fucking cowboy.

[Honk from episode 73 begins playing] 

“Hey Mikey, nice to meet you. Name’s Michael, around here they call Mikael.”

“Well, Mikey boy good news is big dog Mike Walters here to bail you out.”

“I’m too damn old for people to call me Mikey. I’m leaning into this whole grizzled old man thing.”

“Well, I don’t wanna get blood on my clothes and, uh you’re the worst dressed here so I think it should be you.”

“Enunciate my boot up your ass how’s that for grizzled old man talk?”

“’Cuz I’m smooth as butter partner.”

“You see her face when I tipped my hat? She got a kick out of it.”

“Damn straight partner.”

“I’ll have you know I’m the fastest gunslinger in this whole car.”

“I understand Cthulhu he’s literally just a guy chilling.”

“I’m just a cowboy with a heart of gold.”

“Surprise buckaroo it was me all along.”

“Gimme my hat back you ungrateful, green horned, son of a—“ [STATIC]

“Ornery is what he is. Ornery, what a word. Ornery. Ornery.”

“We kill people all the time and normally it’s just ‘cause someone told us to and we don’t even get to eat those people.”

“It’s a dummy LinkedIn page. Did you think I had a real LinkedIn page? What would I put on it?”

“Those were tactical cheese burgers.”

“Yep, he’s touching my bumper!”

“Hey! Wake up fuckass!” [SMACK] 

“I’m a goddamn cowboy.”

“Get your finest hostage taking attire on pilgrim.”

“It’ll be fine… or we’ll die. I think it’s about fifty fifty.”

“Eyes on the prize Mikey-bear. 

“The end with the hole in it is the one you point at the other guy.”

“You know you’re a lot easier to stuff into a car dead.”

“Mike, I know you’re a scared little puppy-dog in an unforgiving world but just take his phone, okay? I need you to do this for me it’s not weird until you make it weird.”

“Ahoy matey. If it isn’t the scurvy cur, Mike Walters.” 

“We are in the Gulf of Alaska. You’ll never guess what ocean that’s in.”

“It’s high noon, pilgrim.”

“Get in dipshit, we’re going for a ride!”

“And if I’m not back by then you can assume that I got enticed by a merman.”

“Look all the way out there and then out there too— every direction. See all the favor you did us.”

“Hang onto your hat partner!”

“I should join the rodeo.” 

“Shame I don’t got my hat. Hope he can still tell that I’m a cowboy.”

“Did I leave the oven on? Whatever.”

“Darn tootin.”

“Bruno! [Snaps] Сидеть! Хорош! Хорош, Bruno!”

“Turns out waking up to your upper half being separated from your lower half by some drywall ain’t pleasant.”

“Darn tootin.”

“I’d take you lot yelling over Mike’s baby voice he keeps doing for the dog.”

“Howdy, Mikey.”

“Hey, you little snitch.”

“Quit yelling over each other, you’re scaring Bruno. Sorry Bruno. Сидеть.”

“Shuffle the deck better next time dipshit.”

“Mike, I swear if you don’t throw that ball for him you and Bruno are going missing too.”

“Yes, sir Mr. Walters! I’ll be a good boy.”

“I bought him a whole chicken just for him.”

“Anyway, I love that movie, Grizzly Adams. It’s really gay.”

“Must of got you two mixed up then huh? Guess I’m lyin’ then.”

“I would be rubbin’ it in.”

“Shit! Shit! What time is it?”

“Was they close? Apologies Charlie, he don’t know everything I do.”

“I fucked up!”

“We killed him,” Michael said. “Mikey, we’re trying to recruit her we can’t pussyfoot around.”

“10-4 good buddy.”

“The Cowboy Iteration, if you will.”

“Get it together quick Mike I done fucked up.”

“Be seein’ y’all,” Michael tipped his hat. 

[Music fades out]

Michael: Do you think that he thought that was my actual voice?”

Mike: Maybe not at the very end, but for almost the whole time, yeah I think he did! 

#woe.begone #w.bg #audio post #if you find yourself saying wait you didn't include this one bit! dont worry Im making another one #this one is just already over 4 minutes and if it were any longer my laptop would explode #is some of the editing and mixing on this bad? sure is! but did i have fun making it? hell yeah #i bought a new external hard drive specifically so i could make this so yall better appreciate it

[zhongster]

What are your top 5 male characters when it comes to burp headcanon and your reasoning?

okay i’m gonna assume you mean my favorites but if i misunderstood the prompt and you want me to do who among them are able to let out the biggest burps just let me know :)

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

5.

Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry Blossom (Sk8 The Infinity)

i love cherry so much. he’s one one of my favorite characters of all time. he plays into that “prim and proper character who is quietly capable of earth-shattering belches” trope that gets me every time. i feel like he learned how to burp on command back in his high school punk days with joe and he retains the ability to this day. i also think that he swallows his burps in front of everyone except for joe nowadays. in front of joe, cherry doesn’t give a single fuck. they’ve known each other for so long and despite the bickering they are 100% each other’s person. however if joe were to tell shadow and the kids about just how loud cherry can burp he’d 100% unleash the bitchiest side of himself on joe in two seconds flat.

4.

Loid Forger/Twilight (Spy x Family)

i am a total sucker for dilfs and this man is most definitely a dilf. i love the idea of him trying not to belch in front of his family so he doesn’t disgust them/teach anya bad habits. i also love the idea of him absolutely not being able to hold them in. i’ve touched on this before but i think he’s another one who can burp on command. i love the idea of anya essentially using it as a party trick. he does that throat-opening thing where he sucks in air, puts a few fingers over his lips to send it down to his stomach, and then signals to anya who will press into his tummy and force out a massive belch. she breaks into fits of giggles every time and that makes loid think it’s worth the tummyache he’ll inevitably have later. also i think he’ll occasionally have to burp during WISE missions and when that happens he mutes it as best as possible however when he does that it just makes it longer. so sometimes sylvia will look at him and see him with a fist to his mouth as a low, slow, and drawn out growl emanates from his chest.

3.

Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin Impact)

i feel like diluc has really long and steady burps. like they never explode out of him like some of the others on this list, rather they slowly roll out. this sucks major ass for mr diluc because he’s the type of person to hate burping in front of other people. he’s usually pretty good at holding his burps in until he gets a moment alone. however when they do come out around other people they’re LONG to the point where he starts to feel embarrassed before the burp has even ended. poor dude hates it. i think he’s definitely burped in front of both kaeya and jean at some point.

2.

Malleus Draconia (Twisted Wonderland)

dear sweet sweet malleus my love. i’ve both written and consumed so much kink content of this mf. i absolutely love some of the eructo content out there for him. his burps are absolutely MASSIVE. i mean he’s part dragon so it makes sense. i’ve also seen other blogs on this app say that sometimes he burps fire and/or smoke i wholeheartedly agree. mal’s so sweet he’d absolutely hate burping in front of others. especially if a really big one came out (complete with the fire) and scared a little kid. bro would start crying. he just needs a hug and someone to rub his tummy. (i volunteer)

1.

Zhongli/Morax/Rex Lapis (Genshin Impact)

i’m sure y’all are so surprised he’s my number one, it’s not like my blog name is dedicated to him or anything. he’s my absolute favorite to kink-ify. he’s so calm, collected, and wise that the idea of him having absolute massive-rockslide-earth-shattering belches is absolutely exquisite. like they’re so DEEP and LOW ugh so good. i like to think that him being a god has something to do with how big his burps are. he’s not used to having a human digestive system so he sometimes has trouble regulating what will and what won’t upset his stomach/make him gassy. for example: he loves spicy food but it gives him indigestion every single time. he tries not to burp in front of other people of course (those are my favorite type of characters) but he’s not very good at holding them in. as soon as he lets his guard down they just come out whether he likes it or not. childe and hu tao think it’s absolutely hilarious.

i’d like to point out the irony of my favorite fictional character ever (illumi zoldyck from hxh) not being included in this list

#burping #eructophilia #belching #sk8 the infinity #sk8 cherry #kaoru sakurayashiki #spy x family #loid forger #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #genshin impact #zhongli #diluc