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xazse · 3 months
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hiii! I love ur acc theme omg, denji id so me fr..
anyway, Can I request a bunnygirl!reader riding scaramouche? And like he gets impatient.. and starts moving reader's hips instead.. idk ahshsueueud8e, u can ignore if u want!!! thanksu
SCARAMOUCHE X BUNNYGIRL!READER
Notes: Hi, I’m so happy you love my Denji theme! I’m thinking about revising it!
Pairings: Scaramouche x Fem!BunnyHybrid!reader
Tags: SMUTT, Reader is you with just ears and a tails thats all, impatient!scara ofc, NOT PROOFREAD
Slow, that’s all that Scaramouche could think about as you sit atop him on his cock, you had begged and begged for him to let you ride and pleasure him in his quarters, he could have said no to your downturned ears or the way your nose twitched when you didn’t get your way: but he had obliged in the end.
You took your time in lowering your cunt onto him, whining in his ear that this wasn’t easy and that you were really trying to take all of him. You’d only been able to get half past the tip before the whimpering took place again, was this your feeble attempt at pleasuring him?
He wasn’t completely disappointed, he could feel the constrictions of your pussy every once in a while: letting him know you were enjoying yourself: you would bite your lip as you kept lowering and lowering yourself with a bit of rough gruffs from scara reminding you of how he also wants to feel good.
The stretch is so good, when you finally do take all of him, your nails are seeping into his back, your little fluff of a tail hasn’t stopped twitching ever since he was stretching you out on his fingers, not that, that did a lot. You couldn’t see his face but he was clearly displeased at the rate you were going, smooth hands grab your hips and slowly start to move you along.
Your clit bumping against his abdomen when he brings you in, slight groans could be heard spilling from his mouth. The slick sounds of his cock sliding into you and sliding out are downright lewd and nasty, you’re enjoying this leisurely pace. Then his grip on your hips hardens and he’s forcing you to take it even harder, it’s dizzying when any rational thought goes out the window and all you can think about is him fucking you.
This is what scara enjoys, him fucking you nonstop on his cock, while you squeal and whine, it makes him twitch inside of you repeatedly: and adding stimulation for you, a dumb bunny rendered useless. So he continues to pound into you with no break, until your walls converse around him signaling your undoing, your grip around him tightens, nails digging even deeper, he can already hear the pitiful sobs leaving your throat, not relenting with his hips: you finally cum, your mouth agape, drooling down his back. Even wit the Aftershocks of your orgasm he still doesn’t relent, I mean it’s not really fair if he hadn’t cum and also you only cumming once? That’s not nearly enough for you to be sedated scara thinks.
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lunarduty · 2 months
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Hello ☺️ Could I request the Risk prompt with Alejandro please? No worries if you’re not up to it. Thank you
𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙇𝙎𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎
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☾ alejandro likes to celebrate after a successful mission. | [ RISK ]  for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.  ALEJANDRO VARGAS X F!READER TAGS | nsfw. smut. female reader. WC | 626 x
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after an op is all wrapped up, and it’s time to head back to base, alejandro usually likes to drive back alone with you. not all the time - if a lot of his men are hurt or if shit went sideways or if he needs to discuss things with rudy. but it’s happened enough times where most of the guys know that you drive back with alejandro, and therefore don’t offer up a seat in their trucks.
they figure it’s because their colonel is just protective of you. likes to keep you close. just wants a brief moment of PEACE after the chaos of a hard fight. and they aren’t wrong, but alejandro always has ulterior motives for his actions. before getting back to base to celebrate with his men, he likes to celebrate with you.
it always starts with a hand on your thigh as alejandro sings your praises. calls you his tough girl. recounts your accomplishments on the op while his hand squeezes your thigh all the way up to the waistband of your pants. he’s gotten really good at undoing your belt with just one hand. always grinning when he gets the top button open as if he’d just won a carnival game. glancing over to you as he drives and staring for a moment too long before you’re scolding him to watch the road.
but how can he not watch that pretty fucking face as his fingers wedge down the front of your pants? how can he ignore the look you get when his fingers start their DESCENT - an addicting combination of impatience and eagerness? riding the same aftershocks of adrenaline that alejandro is. and though his eyes turn back to the road, at least he can hear your little gasp when the pads of his fingers find your clit. a breathy, shortened version of his name as he pushes three fingers through the folds of your cunt to spread out all that fucking wetness and he’s half-tempted to pull his hand out to taste it.
alejandro’s favorite part is the teasing moments before he pushes even a single finger inside you. when you’re desperate for him and he’s holding it just out of reach so you start grinding your hips up against the palm of his hand and he just lets you. allows you the freedom of fucking up against him because you did amazing today and you deserve to do whatever makes you feel good.
but he eventually does sink a finger in - quickly, unceremoniously, and without warning because he loves hearing the little whimper of surprise from you. while driving, alejandro can only do so much. he adds another finger, curls them, lets you thrust against his hand, but has to leave his special little tricks for the brief moments when the trucks stop and he can spend even a few seconds pumping his fingers at a pace that makes you grip his forearm with a moan of his name.
“c’mon, princesa. you like to ride my hand, yeah? want me to make you cum all around my fingers? right here in the truck where anyone can see? very dirty, my tough girl. need to stop INDULGING you so much.”
it’s a bluff, though. if anything, you’re the one who indulges his dirty habits. he just loves finger fucking you on the way back. loves it when you cum and your voice is just a little hoarse from yelling during the mission so the moan is just slightly scratchy. loves having drinks with his men later with the faint smell of you still lingering on his hand. loves catching your eye from across the room and knowing you’ll be returning the favor tonight in the privacy of your home.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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chigiri eating you out has been on my minddd
It's been on my mind too.
Pairing: Hyoma Chigiri x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, clit simulation
A/N: Been having a lot of good Chigiri content lately.
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Always has his hair tied back when he goes down on you
You can still tug and pull on it whenever you want
Besides it gives him that messy look that you seem to go crazy for
Likes to build you up to an orgasm slowly and gently
Starts out with a teasing lick through your folds, parting them with his tongue, getting just a bit of your taste
Does this until you press his head further down to get him to go faster and do... well anything
Makes sure you see how the flat of his tongue gathers your slick when he licks it from hole to your clit
He doesn't talk much, his mouth is way too busy, but he does hum and moan a lot
"Keep those legs open for me baby, I need to see how horny you are." His legs are always slowly swaying and kicking behind him when you listen to his demands, one ankle crossed over the other
He is almost like a god wagging his tail
Rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger while he uses his other hand to finger you with
Trusts you not to squeeze him with your thighs
"There we go, making such pretty noises for me. I want to return the favor to you." He can be pretty vocal when he's enjoying himself, becoming a mess of moans and groans as he tastes you on his tongue, as you grind against him, your arousal dripping down his chin
Supports your hips when you arch them off the bed to ride his fingers
As he puts his mouth on your delicate clit and starts to flutter his tongue against it he closes his eyes in pure bliss while you come undone around his fingers, "Easy baby, I got you, take your time, I just want to make you feel good."
His fingers leave you, replaced shortly by his eager tongue, licking in and around your quivering hole to get more of your sweet taste
The licks slowly come to a crawl and eventually his tongue stills completely and he just lets you jerk against him, easing you down on the bed until the aftershocks fade away
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Megggg you wanna know something that’s been on my mind? Aftercare with Steddie. I just know they’d take such good care of reader after multiple rounds….
You must have a lot of faith in the reader to last multiple rounds with both Steve AND Eddie?
Holy shit, they’d better give amazing aftercare <3
This includes afab!Reader & Fem!Reader
⚠️ 18+ Content Ahead — Minors DNI ⚠️
The coil in you snaps, back arching as you cum for the fifth and final time of the night. Pathetic cries and whimpers leave your lips, tears streaming down your face as pleasure rolls through your body.
“There we go, good fucking girl.” Steve cradles you in his arms, holding you through the aftershocks as he watches Eddie pull out, who’s currently mesmerized by the way both his and Steve’s cum leaks from your ruined cunt. Your entire body trembles in his arms, and your legs shake as Eddie lowers them from his shoulders.
“Thaaat’s it sweetheart,” The metalhead murmurs, gently rubbing your calf to soothe you, “Ride it out for us.”
You’re on cloud nine, thoughts jumbled and hardly noticing how they maneuver your body while you lay there limp. Everything around you feels soft, the covers beneath you, Steve’s arms around you, Eddie’s hand on your leg. It’s all soft.
The two boys share a knowing look as you lay beneath them, completely blissed out.
“Such a pretty little thing isn’t she?” Eddie teases, and Steve hums in agreement, gently rubbing your hip.
“And soooo good for us,” The jock leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Aren’t you baby?” You hum in response, hardly registering the words coming out of their mouths. You can’t help but whine when you hear them chuckle, wanting them closer to you, “Eds…Stevie…”
“Shhh pretty girl, we gotcha…” Steve murmurs, maneuvering himself to completely lie down with you, still cradling you in his arms.
“We’re right here sweets.” Eddie adds, leaning down to place a kiss to your lower tummy before getting up off the bed. He looks over to Steve, “You got her?” Steve nods, opening his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by you.
“No Eddie…” you whimper, “don’t leave.”
A deep chuckle rises from his chest, and he bends down to cradle your face in his hands, thumbs gently wiping a mix of sweat and tears from your puffy cheeks, “Silly thing, thinking I would ever leave you and Stevie,” He coos, looking down at you with nothing but love in his eyes, “M’ not going anywhere pretty baby. Just gonna run us all a bath okay?” You sniffle, nodding slowly as his words slowly register in your brain.
He gently tugs on your lower lip before standing back up, “Good girl.”
You and Steve lay there for a few minutes while he holds you and plays with your hair, and it’s not long before Eddie’s calling for the two of you. He picks you up in his arms and carries you towards the bathroom, cradling you against his chest, and you find your head buried in the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.
“Jesus Christ Stevie, I’ll never get over the size of this stupid bathtub.” Eddie grumbles, and you can feel Steve’s chest shake as he chuckles.
“Yeah well you’re more than welcome to come over and use it anytime you’d like.” He winks at Eddie, (who blushes a bright red) and moves to gently set you down on the counter. You whine as the cold marble meets your bare skin, and you cling harder to Steve, not wanting him to let go of you, “No no no…”
“Okay, it’s okay I gotcha,” he tugs you back towards him quickly, “I gotcha pretty girl. Let’s get you in then hm?” You nod, and Steve steps over the wall of the tub, sinking both of you down into the warm water. It smells like lavender, and you look around at all the bubbles that surround you, giggling.
Eddie sinks down into the water behind you, sneakily reaching forward to grab you by the hips. Steve’s grip on you loosens when he sees what he’s about to do, and watches as Eddie quickly snatches you, pulling you into his own lap.
You squeal and wiggle in his grasp, giggling as he attacks your face and neck with kisses. The movement splashes some water over the side of the tub, but neither of the two men can bring themselves to care. Eddie finally gives you some reprieve, resting his chin on top of your head, and his arms around your waist.
You release a sigh, resting against him with your eyes closed for a few moments.
“Don’t fall asleep on us just yet sweetheart, gotta get you cleaned up first.” You feel Eddie’s chest rumble against your back as the words leave his lips, and you peel your eyes back open. Steve’s sitting closer to you than he was a moment ago, a bottle of his lilac scented shampoo in hand.
You can’t help but smile, remembering the first time you found out about all of his hair products. You’d teased him so relentlessly about how he had triple the amount of things that you did. The only way he could get you to stop was by pinning you to the bed and tickling you until you begged for forgiveness.
And even though you and Eddie still joke about it sometimes, neither of you can deny that Steve’s hair is the epitome of perfection.
You lean forward, allowing him to scrub the soap through your hair, his fingers gently massaging your scalp. At some point, your eyes fall shut at the feeling of Eddie running a loofah up and down your skin, and you relax, letting your boys take care of you.
It’s Eddie who lifts you out of the water fifteen minutes later, quickly wrapping a towel around you when your teeth chatter. He helps you dry off, changing you into one of his oversized band tees, and Steve’s athletic shorts. You sigh in content, feeling cozy in your boyfriend’s clothes, and breathing in their scents.
“Do you want me to carry you? Eddie asks you gently as you sit on the counter in front of him. You nod slowly, eyes feeling especially droopy, and he grins, hands reaching underneath your armpits, “C’mere trouble.”
You pout at him as he lifts you up, “M’ not trouble. You’re trouble.” He chuckles at you placing a kiss to your cheek, “I must be a bad influence on you then.”
You wrap your legs around him so you’re sitting comfortably on his hip, and he carries you back to bedroom. You spot Steve, who is just finishing up changing the sheets, and he smiles warmly at you.
You’re laid down in the center of the bed, and it’s not long before they both join you, Steve cradling your body from behind, while you bury your face in Eddie’s chest.
“M’ gonna be so sore tomorrow.” You murmur, verbalizing your first coherent sentence in the last hour. The two boys chuckle, gently stroking different parts of your body to soothe you.
“Good thing we’ll be here to take care of you then hm?” Steve hums into the skin of your back, leaving kisses up your spine, “Gonna be treated like straight up royalty honey…isn’t that right Ed’s?”
Eddie, whose gently playing with your damp hair, hums in agreement, “We gotcha sweetheart. We always gotcha.”
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skzms · 4 months
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can't stop thinking about domming sub!minho 😵‍💫 imagine he's so deep into subspace he goes non verbal... only whines and soft groans leave his mouth as you warm his cock and continue to suck hickeys onto his skin
friend, me too. I can't get hard!sub minho out of my brain. filthy thoughts under the cut
I want him gagged, but with fabric so he can bite it between his perfect teeth and growl through it. I want him in front of a mirror, hands bound behind his back, face smushed into the sheets so he can see himself while you finger him open. I want him to struggle and growl, but his cock is so drippy, hard and pulsing whenever he realises he can't move. It gets him off so bad.
And eventually he falls, no plummets into subspace, his ass nice and plugged up, you sitting on his cock without moving. He's fucking sweating and his eyes are wild and glassy and his legs are twitching, heels looking for purchase on the sheets. but it's not like he would do anything, no, he's too far gone to even consider disobeying. He's still gagged, the hand bound behind is back are aching but they make his back arch so pretty, making the plug rub against his insides just right.
Your mouth feels like it's everywhere, sucking marks into his collarbones, into the meat of his pecks. You bite and soothe it with your tongue, you suck and nibble and his hips twitch desperately every time, a garbled whimper tearing from his gagged mouth. When you let your tongue swirl over his nipples, the noises he makes become louder, more urgent. They sounds a lot like pleading, desperate prayers to move. You call him a desperate slut and slap him and he just nods and maybe tears up a little bit but you finally ride him, sobs racking through his body.
You take your orgasm from him, riding him hard and without even looking at him. and when you wrap your hand around his throat and tell him to cum and he does so with a scream, his whole body almost levitating off the sheets, pumping you so full it starts dripping out of you before you even move.
he'd be so fucking gone after, sweet baby :( breathing heavy, aftershocks shivering through his body. you have to use all your strength to turn him over to untie his hands. would kiss you wordlessly, like a man starved, when he's ungagged, lips still not entirely working right so it's messy and wet, but neither of you care. definitely needs to have a bath after, with you rubbing his aching wrist. give him a lazy handjob in the hot water while you do it and he will be the happiest man alive.
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ocean-ai · 1 year
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Day 25: Sixty-Nine - Mingi
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Pairings: Mingi X Female Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 732
Warnings: 69, oral (male and female receiving) 
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Spicy
“Just like that,” Mingi said as you licked his tip. It felt a little awkward to be on top of your boyfriend like this; his cock in your mouth and your pussy in his face. But, Mingi was good at convincing you to try new things, so why not try this? And with the way his tongue was lapping at your clit, you were glad he talked you into it. You moaned on his cock when he started to move his tongue faster against you.
Mingi’s large hands were on your ass, holding you down as your hips started to squirm. “Stop moving,” he said when he moved away from your clit. You wanted to try, but it was hard when his tongue just felt so fucking good. You hand one hand on his shaft jerking him while you sucked on his tip. Your tongue teased his slit, making his hips buck into your mouth. You gagged around his cock and he groaned onto your core. The vibrations went through your entire body.
When Mingi first pitched the idea for you two to sixty-nine each other, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to focus. He was a little too talented with his tongue, so you were worried that you’d have trouble pleasing him. But because he was so good at eating you out, you were focused on making sure to make him feel as good as he made you feel. Sucking him off while he fucked you with his tongue was a lot more fun than you expected.
You took more of his cock in your mouth, your hand now massaging his balls. Mingi’s hands were kneading your ass, as his tongue was at your entrance, moving slower than he did on your clit. He knew this would drive you crazy and he was right. You moaned on him again, the tip of his cock at your throat. You moved slightly so that you could deep-throat him, giving him exactly what he wanted.
Mingi moved one of his hands so that he could slip two fingers into you, sliding them in easily since you were to went from what his tongue was doing to you. He pumped them slowly inside you, making you move your hips in time with his fingers. By default, your head was also moving and your tongue was sliding along his hard cock. “Fuck that feels so fucking good,” he sighed before his tongue was moving in time with his fingers. You pulled off of him to jerk him off. His tip was now red and swollen, and by the way he balls felt in your hand, you knew he was going to come at any minute.
You moved fast on his cock and Mingi almost lost his rhythm in you, but he felt your clench around him. His lips were on your clit, suckling on it and making you scream. “Mingi! Yes!!” You wrapped your lips around his red tip and you licked the underside of his shaft, knowing that is usually what would cause him to cum. And it did. Mingi’s hips jerked as he came, you caught as much of it as you could, but some of it spilled out of your mouth and onto his thigh.
Mingi’s fingers moved faster in you and his tongue was relentless. He was determined to make you cum hard. Mingi held your hips down with one of his arms, his strength playing a part in your orgasm. You moaned loudly when his fingers found that sensitive spot inside you and you squeezed your walls around them. The combination of his tongue and fingers was becoming too much for you and since he knew just what to do with your body, you were a mess above him. Your breathing had become uneven and the knot in your stomach was unraveling.
“Come all over tongue and fingers, baby. I want to taste you.” His dirty words took you over the edge and you came hard. Mingi moved his fingers slowly and he also slowed down his tongue. He helped you ride out your orgasm as you caught your breath. The aftershocks of his soft touch was intense, but you loved it.
You rolled off of him and you couldn’t help but smile. “Holy shit, Mingi,”
He looed down at you, “I told you this would be a good idea.”
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Cybersex
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A/N: based on this from earlier today.
Warnings: phone sex. Typos.
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“Hi, babe!” Matty’s voice chirped from the other end of the line as soon as he heard her pick up.
“Hello, you. How was the show?”
She was glad to finally get a hold of him and hear about tour. They’d been on the opposite sides of the world for too long, their schedules never quite lining up for a quick FaceTime date, or even a small chat. So, she’d more than missed hearing his voice.
Matty, of course, had missed her too. But it wasn’t just her voice that he’d missed. He had a lot more of her on his mind as he pushed the phone to his ear in the back of the cab, on his way back to his hotel room rather early.
“Are the guys with you?” She inquired, innocent enough, but her questions was a pre-cursor to less innocent intentions.
“No, they’re still at the venue. We, like, literally just got off-stage. But I missed you too much to wait.”
She bummed in approval, sinful thoughts swirling around her mind. She grinned to herself, glad that Matty wasn’t able to read her expression in this moment.
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“Fuck, baby, please! May I please cum for you? Please?! I- ugh- please it’s been so fuckin long!” His hips bucked, thrusting his cock into his own hand as he kept his motions going, waiting for her to grant him permission.
“Tell me how long it’s been, Matty. Have you been touching yourself at night to the thought of me? Hmm? Have you been thinking about me riding that cock of yours?”
“No- god- fuck! No, no, I promise I haven’t. I’ve really, really wanted to though. But I’ve been good, I swear!”
“So, that means, you’ve not cum….”
“Since we left!” He finished her thought for her, too worked up to wait until she’d done the math.
“You’re too impatient. And you’re being rude and demanding. Don’t think you deserve it.”
“What?” He was in shock. He’d expected her to go along with it and just let him have this. “Please! No! I- I need it!”
His eyes widened as he looked down at his aching, twitching cock, the tip bubbling with pre-cum.
“Don’t- oh, fuck, babyyyy. Don’t think I can- can’t hold it anymore. It’s gonna- I’m gonna-“
“Cum for me, Matty. Let me hear you.”
Before the words were fully out of her mouth, his body shook wildly against the bed, his toes curling, the veins in his neck bulging as he tipped his head back and strained against the pillow. “Fuucckkk!!! Finally! Thank you!!!” He mumbled a string of incoherent words of gratitude and exclamation as his orgasm crashed over his exhausted body. He whined and whimpered as his sensitive body struggled through the aftershocks.
“Wish you were here.” He whispered. “To hold me, right now.”
His words broke her heart. She wanted nothing more in the whole world. She didn’t feel it was right to complain. Matty was at the peak of his career, doing what he loves most with the people he loves most in the whole world. So, she knew that being away from each other was hardly a problem to groan about. But all that did nothing to calm the ache she had for him. She wished she could see his post-orgasm droopy eyes and give him gentle kisses to lull him to sleep.
“Me, too, babe. I wish I could hold you, too.”
“Stay with me on the phone until I fall asleep?”
“Of course, Matty.”
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angryschnauzer · 1 year
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Who do you think gives better beard rides, henry or chris?
Yes you should test both out to answer
I've had a few hours to think about this, and you know what, i'm not sure if there's a 'better', just 'different'. I mean, it's not like they could get together and tag team you... oh hang on... anyway in this essay i shall...
So, lets start with Chris.
Lets have a look at the tongue in question. First of all its well proportioned, it comes out of his mouth a good two inches, and is thick and meaty. That's a strong tongue.
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Then we have to study Henry's tongue.
Henry's tongue is quite possibly the widest tongue i've ever seen. That thing is getting on for 3 inches wide. That's a LOT of surface area coverage. We should also note the clit cradle dip in the tip of his nose, so that man was built for having someone ride his face.
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Right, so we've seen the equipment, now lets speculate the technique.
Again, we'll start with Chris. Chris would be one of the guys to softly encourage you to climb on, you may be nervous and anxious, but he'd soothe your worries every step of the way. Straddling his head he'd wrap those tattooed biceps around your thighs and pull you down, letting you get the full experience of his thick beard against your softest of skin. That tongue would certainly force its way into every nook and cranny, and he'd be handsy too. There would be fingers in holes and you'd get your butt given a solo spank here and here if you started to flag or slow down. That meaty tongue would alternate between fucking your holes and running through your folds to tease your clit. He'd hold you down on his mouth as you came, moaning your name as he held you in place and wouldn't relent until you'd all but collapsed against the headboard/sofa/car seat.
So, onto Henry. Henry's beard situation seems to fluctuate so it can really depend on what role he's playing as to whether you're getting anything from Walker Stubble to Syverson Beard. But lets go with PC Build Lockdown Henry because that beard is just *chefs kiss*. Henry likes to be in charge, so even as he's pulling you on top and man handling you to straddle his face, you have little choice about the whole thing. He wants to eat that pussy, and he wants you to be on top. He'd be enthusiastic, that wide tongue is able to completely cover your taco and anything spilling over the edge of your tortilla. His big hands on your hips, he'd be grinding you onto his face and that clit cradle would be rubbing at your little button oh so good. You'd try to keep at your own pace, it was too much too soon but Henry's in charge. You'd be flipped over and he'd be diving between your thighs like a man starved. That man would have you pinned to the bed with just one muscle and all you could do is lay there and try to figure out where the aftershocks ended and the next orgasm started.
In summary, there is no winner, apart from you.
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monroeknoxwrites · 1 year
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post-canon trans!eddie wip
eddie wasn't there for the end of the world. Or the end of hawkins anyway.
He wakes weeks later, in a hospital bed several miles away. His uncle explains that henderson kid contacted him, let him know he was alive but barely.
"I didn't think you'd make it on the ride there," his uncle says, looking at his hands. "But we couldn't take you to anywhere nearby."
He trails off, lifting his eyes filled with apologies. Like he failed him along the way somehow.
'What're you sorry for?' eddie doesn't say. 'You're only the only one who stuck around.'
What he does ask is "What happened?" How much would they tell his uncle? How would they explain the shredded state of him?
Turns out, dustin used jason and his goons as the scapegoats this time.
So the universe does have a twisted sense of humor.
Not that jason was around to contradict them -- he apparently died in the "earthquake".
All that and they failed. Must have. What else could cause that much destruction?
His uncle's info gets shaky after that. He knows the army came in, for diaster relief. Then they lost media coverage.
"A week after the quake there was some sort of aftershock? It destroyed most of what was left standing."
eddie's mouth goes dry.
His fingers fidget with the rough texture of the dull blue hospital blanket, the texture distraction enough for the panic screaming at the back of his mind.
It sounds like bats.
"What, uh. What about the people there?"
His uncle sighs. "You care about those people?" There's bitterness in his tone but only a little. Mostly he looks sad. And proud?
A lots going on, eddie isn't sure if he's processing all this right.
"I guess you would," his uncle interrupts him from asking again.
"You're little friend visited a few days ago. Brought the Harrington boy with him, older, fancy hair?"
"Steve." The name tumbles from his mouth and with it a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Yeah. They told me most of the town was evacuated before it hit. Few causalities. All their friends and families made it out safe."
robin, nancy, the other kids -- they're all okay.
He nods along. Mutters to himself. "Good. Great. I knew they'd do it."
"Of course, this was after they asked about you."
eddie snaps back to attention, shifts in the bed.
"He— /They/ asked about me? What'd you tell them?"
"Why else would they come all this way?" his uncle counters, fussing for a second with the pillows behind him.
"When they came, the doctors said you'd be awake soon. But not soon enough for them." His uncle smirks. "They wanted to wait around until you did. The head nurse chased them out eventually.”
Yeah, that sounded like dustin. Hard convincing that kid to do anything. He was sure dustin pestered steve for a ride here, that's why he stuck around so long.
"I have a number from each of them," his uncle says rifling through his pockets.
"Asked me to call if there was any change. Or let you do it if you were well enough."
"Both of them?" eddie asks slowly, like he's trying the words on and finding they don't fit right.
"Yeah. That dustin kid was pretty insistent. 'Day or night' he said."
eddie laughs, in spite of his confusion, in needing to know what they both said.
"Yeah, he's like that."
"Steve, was it? He practically pushed the kid out the door and handed me his, asked me to just let him know when you were awake again."
eddie doesn't know what to say to that. He's all too aware of his uncle's eyes on him. Searching him.
He pulls a grin, gestures at his healing wounds. "Guess he doesn't wanna see his valiant rescue wasted."
"Hm."
The conversation ends there.
For all the fucking sleeping he's been doing lately, eddie tires pretty quickly. He's nodding off by the time his uncle leaves to talk with the doctor.
He drifts to sleep with the vague impression of arms carrying him. Two sets of voices coming from miles away.
One crying, begging him to hold on.
And the other...
Hang on, man, okay? We're back, we made it out. So you need to hang on. I didn't go through all this for you to die on me!
"Don't be upset."
Not the best thing to hear in a hospital.
eddie had just finished swallowing the last bit goblin shit that passes for food in this place. Apparently different textures are bad for recuperation. Or any texture.
His uncle gives him that great opening line as soon as he's in the door. He's sitting close, speaking low.
"The doctor's coming in now. She's gonna tell you a few things."
eddie taps his fork against the tray to the rhythm of the song he played on top of the trailer. It's been stuck in his head since he woke up.
He continues in silence, waiting, shoulders subtly tense. He can guess what this is about.
"I had to put you under the other name," his uncle says, as delicately as he can. He's looking sorry again and eddie hates it.
A lopsided grin splits his face. He taps faster at the tray yet responses casually, "A few weeks ago I was sure my time was up.
"I think I can handle it."
He kept that grin on his face when the doctor came in. It knocked her off balance a little but she recovered far too quickly. Returns it with a subdued one of her own.
"Miss Munson? Would you mind me calling you Samantha?"
'Actually, I'd prefer if you called me just about anything else.'
"Sam's good."
The doctor hummed meaningfully. She cast a glance at his uncle.
"Sam, there are some sensitive subjects I need to speak with you about. If you'd rather do that in private—"
His uncle didn't move in his chair but eddie sensed him shifting into protective mode.
"And I told you I wanted to be present for this. She's... She's just woken up, it might be too much."
He stumbles over the word like it's wrong coming out of his mouth. With the guilty hesitancy of a kid swearing in front of their parents for the first time.
It lightens the wound up feeling in eddie's shoulders.
"Mr. Munson." The doctor's short tone tells eddie this is a common argument between them.
"Your niece is of legal age. It isn't appropriate for me to discuss these things with you present. The only reason we did beforehand was because her unconscious state necessitated it."
His uncle readies himself for a fight. He's never been a big fan of doctors and Eddie can tell he's extra agitated by the situation. The muscles in his balled knuckles jumped at the word 'niece'.
He cared more about this bullshit than eddie did.
Avoiding a shouting match in the middle of a hospital, eddie cuts in. "Then it doesn't really matter if he sits in on this then."
The doctor clears her throat, gives him a pointed look he willfully pretends not to understand.
"Sam honey, I don't think you quite grasp the nature of what I need to discuss with you."
"Of course not, you haven't said anything yet."
The doctor glances from his uncle to eddie, recognizes her 'polite suggestions' are a waste of time, and surrenders.
Her motherly face drops, continuing in a more clinical vein.
"Very well." She put on the glasses dangling around her neck as she read his chart. It made her appear even more severe.
"The extent of the damage to your chest was significant. In closing the wounds, we had to remove much of the damaged tissue."
Something clicks in eddie's head.
Something he really should have noticed immediately but he was too busy celebrating still being alive and knowing his friends made it out too.
The general soreness that is now his chest distracted him from another feeling: lightness.
The bandages, he didn't think because of the bandages, it all seemed normal!
The doctor mistakes his pawing at his chest, the stunned expression on his face as devastation, her voice carrying a note of sympathy.
"Easy honey, you'll open your stitches."
eddie flops back on the bed, running both hands through his hair. He lets out a sharp sound.
"This isn't easy for one so young. But I can give you the number of a doctor who specializes in reconstructive surgery."
eddie doesn't pay attention to her. He purses his lips, fisting the hands in his hair, eyes dead ahead. It's taking all the scant bit of self control he has not to shout.
His uncle takes the number, ushers her out the door.
eddie catches the pitying look she shots him from the doorway but he honestly couldn't care less.
Once she's gone, he throws his hands into the air and crows. Bad idea. Intense pain blooms in his chest and he's curling into himself, wincing before dissolving into deranged giggles.
"Careful!" His uncle scolds. "She's right about one thing: you're going to pull those stitches if you don't settle down."
"Looks like. Saving the world isn't the only boon. I got out of all this," he gasps between laughter.
His uncle shoves a paper cup of water in his hand, shaking his head but not commenting on what he said. He's used to him not making sense.
eddie needs another dose of pain meds for all his antics. Worth it.
He helped vanquish vecna and lost his tits in the process!
eddie rides the high of his prize all day. The nurses label him a menace; pestering them about how long until he can get the bandages off. Pacing the wing once they release him from the IV.
It's hard staying still.
He bets they wish he was their quiet unconscious patient again.
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The Undertaker: Part 6: Aftershocks
Summary: Your family business has always been the mortuary/funeral business. However sometimes...odd cases landed in your home. You had stopped questioning how, and your family encouraged you not to overthink why people from far away or markedly different lives wound up here. Truth was, you could speak to the dead, the ones who were having trouble moving on, and sometimes it seemed like people needed to be here with you.
Warnings: obviously morbid, there's a whole lot of death. There's different kinds of death: murders, surprises, accidents, natural causes.
Word Count: 2400
Rating: R
Creator is choosing not to list further warnings, strap in for the ride or opt out, but enter at your own risk.
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You were woken by a knock on your door at night. 
It was your niece, Sienna, and she looked nervous, "Aunty?" 
Sienna was seven and too old to be crawling into people's beds after a nightmare, nevermind that she'd never really gone to you for that anyway, and she wasn't fully brave or confident yet so the nighttime saw her scurrying between your brother’s room and hers. The divorce had sent them here permanently and you did feel a little responsible– the family business was too big for you to balance without more hands on deck. Your brothers stayed to help you and eventually some of their partners didn’t want to be surrounded by death anymore. 
“Yes baby girl?”
“There’s a man in my room.”
Your pulse was racing and you grabbed a bat– was some fucking methhead tweaking? The woods around your house could offer…intriguing diversity in terms of who you ran into, it wasn’t all just medieval ghosts who refused to cross over. You were pushing her behind you, yelling for your brother, as she was stumbling over her words, “No–not a man like that!”
You rushed into her room and were dumbfounded.
It was a ghost.
A panicked blonde man, hair long, arm in a sling, and he was looking lost, “Uh…hi? I don’t know how I got here but I am really not trying to hurt anyone.”
You looked from Sienna to the man, the man back to her, and took a breath.
Ok one thing at a time.
“I’m sorry for the confusion…who are you?” You tried to smile and be polite.
He offered you his unbroken arm, “Ben. Benny. Miller….” His eyes narrowed at you, “You look familiar, have we met before?”
Shit.
You had.
This could be a problem.
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Benny was a really polite man.’
You had mistaken him for much younger than he was, he had great skin and  a bit of a childlike energy that kept him feeling like he was still in his twenties when he definitely was not. It was only when you got very close to him that you noticed the blonde hairs were getting cooled off by grays. 
For the whole thing being a surprise Benny was amiable– taking it all in stride. 
“So I’m dead?”
“Sorry, yes.” You offered an awkward smile, “At least this sorta implies it was quick and maybe painless? People remember trauma more. So…there’s that?”
“I mean, I guess that’s ok.” Benny nodded, “Do you have…details?”
“Not yet. When your body gets here I will be happy to inform you about anything I receive.” You promised.
He paused, like he didn’t want to offend you, “And the body will come here? Because this isn’t exactly my neighborhood?”
“Yeah, no– if you’re here it’ll be here assuming it is still like, a body.”
“What?” Benny’s eyebrows raised.
“I mean like…you know it wasn’t blown up into bits that can’t be retrieved or something.”
“Does that happen?”
“Rarely!” You hoped you sounded more optimistic. Clearly some people didn’t have bodies or like had very little body left. Sometimes their ghosts carried the marks of that. Most didn’t– it wasn’t the state they wanted to be in. Like Benny, most returned to whatever normalcy they last remembered although when Benny realized he was dead he did just take the sling and cast off of his arm with a slight “Guess this doesn’t matter, huh?”. 
Sienna was by you and you were trying really hard to plan out something to say. Maybe make a powerpoint? But what if that got out?
She eventually took your hand, “It’s ok, Aunty. He didn’t scare me but I just didn’t know what to do. Can I watch?”
“Um…yes? Some parts?” You pinched your nose, “How long have you known about this?”
“Well I see them but they never talked to me so I figured that I shouldn’t talk to them. Except Pero. He talks to me. Mostly he’s a bit…grumpy.”
“That is him.” You agreed, “But he’s harmless enough.”
“Yes! He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He’s just scared.”
Scared?
What did she mean Pero was scared?
You didn’t have time for that. 
“Aunty?” 
“Hm?”
“Is Benny going to be ok?”
You got down on your knees to look her in the eye, “Listen baby-girl, we can absolutely do everything in our power to make sure he’s ok, but I need you to listen to me, ok? Are you listening?”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t make them ok, you can only help them. They choose. You get it? It’s not your fault if it doesn’t work.”
She took a breath and nodded, “OK.”
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At the time it had jarred everyone that Benny was in Sienna's room. You truly appreciated that he heard you say that he was dead and he didn't refuse the information but let it wash over him. 
"Really?....that's a thing?" His brow furrowed, "Did…did someone let the dog out? He wanted to go out….I was getting his leash." 
Sienna's face had balled up, "Aunty can we check his dog?" 
"I mean we can't call his family and say Hey someone's dead can you check on his dog?" 
Benny and Sienna's faces matched and he pouted, "Carl didn't do anything wrong and he will feel really bad if he goes in the house, how long have I been dead?" 
"Minutes?" 
"Call my brother and just–" 
Oh. 
The other blonde. Will. The one who had sort of eyed you like he was reading an instruction manual to figure out how something was working. 
"Uh…I just feel that's…a hard one to explain." 
Benny pouted harder, "But Carl–" 
You felt Sienna squeeze your hand and you pinched your nose, breathing, focusing, "Best I can do is an anonymous wellness check through the local police." 
Benny punched a victory fist into the air, "Jerry will let Carl out even if I'm dead. Honestly, Jerry will probably let Carl out before checking if I'm dead." 
"Do you know everyone?" You scoffed. 
"I mean I know Jerry, and Rob, his lieutenant, and Jay, the kid they hired. And Luanne, the secretary, because, you know, I do the fights and they sometimes do some security or drunk tanking people." Benny tried to pass it off like everyone did this, “It’s just rude to not ask people’s names, you know? You gotta take an interest.”
Benny avoided the issue at hand while Sienna was around, poking at him, asking questions like “How does it feel?”
“Um, not really different. Like I don’t feel cold or hungry or what, and I’m always hungry, so that’s a bit weird but it happens, you know? It’s within normal limits.” 
Sienna put on a concerned face, “Are you sad?”
“I…don’t know. Guess I’m still deciding.” He shrugged.
Eventually you shooed her back to bed and led Benny to your space.
“Thanks for being so, like, good with her. We didn’t realize she had a thing, so that was a bit of a night for us.”
“Yeah sure, no worries.” Benny sat on the edge of your bed where you had collapsed to get a few hours before work and he knit his fingers together, “Uh, real quick question if you’re good for it…?”
“Shoot.”
“Am I…like is it bad that I’m here? Or something? You know why am I not in one of the final destinations?”
“You’d know better than me but it seems to be tied to needing closure, of some variety. Usually the trick is figuring what.”
He got quiet, considering this, and you wondered if a big question was coming, a big confession– sometimes it was that easy.
“Do, uh…do you guys get the game?”
You blinked at him, “Room by the morgue has a magic tv, go knock yourself out.”
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Benny followed you around like a puppy, curious about everything, and walked his own body in and waited for it to be unbagged like there was a prize inside.
You reviewed the report and handed it to him, “Well– embolism. Your surgery for the broken arm created a blood clot and it went to your brain.”
Benny looked outraged, “Is that malpractice?”
You checked the report again, “No…bad luck.”
“Well that sucks…did you see anything about my dog?”
“You have a major thing about the dog.”
Benny shuffled his feet, “He’s my support dog. He’s a good boy. Will signed me up for him, because there was a lot of stuff, happening, and I didn’t expect to get Carl. They were Walking Dead themed names. Whole litter of labs– Carl’s a yellow lab. He’s got a single brown spot on his ear which they said meant he was a chimera or something. That’s like almost a dragon mutant dog. He’s a really good dog. He…” Benny choked on nothing and you sensed him trying not to cry, “Carl helps me.”
You suddenly felt like a massive shit about Carl.
You took a breath and resigned to calling Will Miller but it turned out there was already a message waiting for you on the machine saying he wanted to set up an appointment.
He answered the phone in a deadpan, “Fancy seeing you again.” 
“Hi–hello! Hello, sir. Would you like to schedule a meeting to discuss your brother?”
“Yeah.”
You were positively dreading it. 
“Can I come?” Sienna asked and you firmly said no. You did tell her that she could hang out with Benny and the two of them seemed to get along so you thought that would be ok.
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Will Miller looked at you and you felt it burn through you. 
He had a yellow lab with a brown ear with him.
“This is Carl, Benny’s service dog.” He explained and you had to act like this was new information.
Benny materialized almost instantly and Carl wagged his tail and whined, looking around.
“Would he like to see the body?”
“He was laying on the body when the police came. I think he understands…Jerry said it was like he was trying to keep Benny warm. Cried the whole time they separated him.”
You made it a point to ask, “Who is Jerry?”
“The cop.” Will’s eyes were raking over you like they were looking for a finger hold, “They got this strange call, wellness check, said it sounded like a dog was hurt. It was how they found Benny.”
You hoped you weren’t reacting.
You offered Carl a hand to sniff and softly said, “I’m so sorry. Medical report said–”
“Yeah about that,” Will’s smile cut in, “I know Benny’s arrangements, I helped him make them. Color me fascinated that the paperwork literally reads different.”
“I don’t know, I only know what I receive.” Which was true. You didn’t know how it worked. But you knew it meant something.
Will could smell bullshit and he was trying to pull it out of you. The arrangements were rough. Frankie came back with his wife and two adult kids who were sobbing about Uncle Ben. 
There were a lot of blue-lighters– police, EMTs, and other guys who all said they knew him from the MMA. Even a few rival fighters came and ignited your brother’s dormant interest in the sport again. You had to remind him that asking for autographs at this time was tacky.
None of that phased you and while you didn’t let Sienna participate you did ask her if Benny had mentioned anything.
“He asked if I thought his brother would get to keep Carl or if the dog place would take Carl back. You don’t think the dog place will take Carl, do you?”
“I honestly don’t know but I think they’d have to go through Will Miller first.”
Will never stopped watching you as if he was diffusing a bomb. Wondering if this wire or that wire would kill him if he clipped it wrong. Even when Frankie was dragging his feet, obviously torn between a wife and kids ready to leave and keeping Will company, Will kept staring at you and promised Frankie that everything was alright. He didn’t leave when the viewing ended. He sat by Benny’s body with Carl, took out cigarettes, lit one, and looked you dead in the eye. For a while he said nothing just smoked and looked at you, then Benny, then stroked Carl’s head.Finally he blew a long exhale and made a cloud of smoke, then stubbed out the cigarette, "So let me guess…you have a special gift or you have a weirdly specific hit list and a unique set of skills?" 
You hadn't talked to any non-family member about this unless they were dead. You didn't know if you did had it in you to confirm this. You were like the little boy with his thumb in the dam and you didn't know what would happen if you removed it. 
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Either you kill soldiers for sport and we’re on your list or something compels it here. Something brings them here. Why would they be here?” Will stood up and brushed ash off of his pants, “I had nightmares about Santi. And the night Benny went? Headache like I couldn’t explain. I knew something was off. Can’t say I was shocked but being here again….”
He chewed on his lip.
"Am I next?" He wasn't mad, just curious.
"I have no clue." Honesty felt good here– pure, unadulterated honesty. Nothing in half measure. You understood that this was a thing you had absolutely no control over. 
Will never needed to read the directions twice and he said, "He always checked with me. Always. Did I do it right, Big Brother? About everything– math homework, shoe tying, learning to shoot." 
Will sighed and eyed you, "Can he hear me?" 
You nodded. 
"You did it right, Ben. You don't have to worry and wonder, you did fine and I love you anyway. Even when you messed up. But this is fine and you don't have to wait." 
Benny looked from Will to you and he was choked up, "Tell him I love him too?" 
You smiled and whispered, "He knows." 
Will saw you weren't looking at him and turned to face the gap where he assumed the unthinkable, the unknowable, was happening. He put his hand over his heart, like the Pledge, but it was from an earlier time than that, from the sign language stage of being kids together. 
Benny smiled and repeated the gesture. It was the last thing you saw as he faded away. 
Will seemed to feel it too and he sighed to push the tears back down his throat. You stood next to him, wondering what to do or say, and he said, calmly, "I won't be the next. I don't think you'll see me at all." 
You smirked sadly, "I don't know how it works." 
"I think I might." He shook your hand warmly, "Thank you. For everything."
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A/N: Was anyone expecting it?
I said these were big moments for the family, for the Reader, to recall and this one was important-- her niece could've been traumatized with a meaner ghost than Benny, and Reader has to learn to process this outside her bubble.
Next section: Hellfire.
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Kinktober #12
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12) Bondage // Knife Play // Cock Warming
Fucking him when he’s home from a mission is your favourite way to fuck him. There’s a frenetic energy between the two of you which needs to be let out, a combination of relief that he’s returned and a longing for each other which must be satiated. 
He finishes riding his orgasm out inside of you, loosely pumping his hips with the aftershocks of it, and you collapse on his chest from your position above him. You know it’s likely that in a matter of minutes he’ll be ready to go again. He has a lot of pent-up horniness he needs to fuck out. But for now you just bury your head in the hair of his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
When he regains control over his boneless limbs you feel him start to extract himself out of you.
“No,” you state, pressing back down on his softening cock, making sure it doesn’t move, “keep it in, Tan.”
“What, you sure?”
“Yeah. I like how you feel inside me.”
Tangerine groans, but makes no effort to continue.
“You can’t just say things like that. You’ll drive a bloke mad.”
“Oh, I don’t drive you mad anyway?”
You prop your head up on your hand to look down at him. Your husband rolls his eyes and begins to trace patterns on your back with his fingertips.
“Yeah, ‘course you do.”
You love having him locked in you like this. You can feel his heartbeat inside of you as well as in his chest, a moment grounding you to the man you love. You want to keep him here forever, in this bed; safe with you. Feeling a little sleepy, you cuddle in further against him.
“I’m going to read for a bit, if that’s alright with you, darling.”
When you nod he gently manoeuvres you so he can grab his book off of the nightstand without slipping out. He holds it above his head with one hand, able to both hold it open and thumb the pages along.
“If you drop that on me I’m going to lose it.”
“Nah, I won’t let that happen.” A pause. “Well, again, anyway.”
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aesteraceae · 2 years
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Aftershocks
Summary: What comes after.
Tags: SFW, emotions and lack thereof, comfort, cuddle piles, post concert, fluff, sort of hurt/comfort but there's no real hurt just a lot of emotions
Notes: I just have skz concert brainrot can you blame me? I'm supposed to be writing something completely different but here we are. It's midnight for me and this is NOT proofread lmao I'll fix any glaring mistakes in the morning but I just wanted to get this out there. Enjoy!
The night after a concert is the only time you can think of when the entirety of Stray Kids is silent.
You ride with Jisung, Changbin, and Minho, the self proclaimed loudest members, but even their breathing seems quiet.
Jisung is curled in Minho's lap, shoulders rising steadily with his deep breaths. Concerts were always jarring for him, even more so now since they hadn't had one in so long. All the excitement, the screaming, the energy, it drains him just as much as it energizes him.
Changbin is quiet too, but it's in a different way than Minho and Jisung.
He's looking at his phone, but it's long since shut off, so he's just looking back at himself through a black screen.
"Hey, Bin." You whisper, unwilling to break the calm of the quiet.
He looks up at you, but it takes him a second to react. "Yeah?" You slide an arm behind him and scoot closer, gently urging him to lie against your shoulder. His hair is soft as you run your hands through it, still slightly sweaty from the performance but dry enough now to be smooth.
He breathes in deep, so deep you can watch his shoulders tense up, and then he releases it in a huff. "There you are." You smile, embracing him fully as he leans into you, arms coming to wrap around your waist. It's an awkward little hug with the seatbelts, but it's nice and you don't pull away until the drive is over.
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Everyone piles into Chan's room, unwilling to be apart for long.
Changbin still hasn't let go of you, but since arriving at the dorms you've gained another little koala: Felix.
He'd been content to stay hidden in Chan's shoulder as you all got into the cars to go home, but once you made it into the room he made a beeline for your side.
The three of you sit on Chan's bed, Hyunjin, Minho, and Jeongin joining you, while Jisung, Chan, and Seungmin curl up on a beanbag.
Seungmin really looks like a puppy this way, sitting in Jisung's lap with his legs draped over Chan's, like a big dog who still wants to be held like a puppy.
They're happy to hold him though, and you can't help but smile at them from your spot on the bed, covered in warm, affectionate bodies.
"So that happened."
Felix whispers, voice still wet from tears, and you pry your hand out from under Changbin to pet his hair.
Normally, saying something like that would make the group laugh, at the dry delivery if nothing else, and then Jisung would make a joke, and the conversation would spiral on from there, but no one speaks. They just nod, just as shell-shocked as Felix, though they're expressing it differently.
You make a mental note to get Felix some water soon— he'd been crying for a *while.*
"You all did amazing."
You whisper, voice still soft.
"I don't know why I'm still crying." Felix says, sniffling, squirming out from the pile to get tissues.
"It's a lot of emotions. Crying's a natural response to being overwhelmed."
Jisung snorts, "You told me that back when Miroh won."
There it is again- words that would have been a joke any other time but now only add to the strange atmosphere.
"It was true then and it's still true now."
Chan sounds a bit defensive- just a slight twinge at the edge of his words, and normally it wouldn't be an issue, Jisung would brush it of or not notice it at all, but now, with so many emotions together at one time, even slight annoyance was a ticking time bomb.
"Come over here." Changbin seems to notice the same thing you do, waving them over with his only free hand.
Seungmin complies, lying over Changbin's back. Jisung takes Felix's hand and pulls him over too, curling up next to him just barely away from the pile- leaving a spot for Chan.
It takes him a second to move, squirming awkwardly before he forces himself to stand. You're about to prompt him again but he reaches for the remote next to the beanbag, turning off the main lights, leaving only the dim decorative lights above the bed.
Then, he slides in next to Felix and lets Minho crawl into his back, and everyone seems to relax.
You could sit here as long as they needed. At times like this, emotions simmered just below the tipping point. For Felix, this showed in tears, stray drops escaping despite his best efforts. For Changbin, it was a distinct lack of emotion, feeling so much at once that you feel nothing at all.
The others would tip over the edge or slowly return back to equilibrium, but either way you'd be there to help them through it.
You look over at Jeongin and find him rubbing Seungmin's back, entire form shaking with displaced adrenaline. You reach a hand out for Jeongin and he takes it gratefully, squeezing tightly.
You let your eyes slip closed. You'd take care of them, yes, but you could also rest easy knowing that they'd take care of eachother just as well.
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Figure collecting: Pharaoh Atem 1:6 resin by Aftershock Studio (expanded review)
MFC is no longer allowing articles on unlicensed figures, so I'm posting the full text review here (along with a few extra photos that didn't make it into my original Tumblr post), since I don't want the article to go to waste.
Oddly both this unlicensed Atem on horseback resin AND this licensed one (by Fantastic Territory) came up for order at around the same time. Unless you're a massive Atem fan I can't see getting both so I had to choose one. The Fantastic Territory one was appealing since obviously it's licensed, and the base a lot smaller and less fussy (my preference), but I thought the horse on this statue looked much nicer and I generally prefer figures to have closed mouth expressions, so Aftershock's version won out and I placed my order. But… was it worth it?
Box and Packaging
Big shipping box: 62.8 x 30.8 x 63.5 cm and 27 lb ship weight. Actual figure box was snug inside, so no extra buffer padding.
The figure box is very basic - one big close up of Atem in the front, Sennen Puzzle in the back, content text on top and sides.
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I was happy to find the foam inside held together with velcroed straps (MUCH better than tape which some companies use), and the foam was properly custom cut to fit each individual piece and layered in a sensible manner - main base pieces, horse and Atem's body in one layer, smaller things that went on sides and top in second layer. So it was very easy to unpack and assemble one layer at a time. And most importantly, no major breakages, even after I accidentally knocked the entire box over while dragging it to my display area for assembly. 1 minor breakage on the tip of a strand of the horse's mane but I located the damaged piece so it should glue together without issue.
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Atem's face is great, exactly what I was hoping for. His earrings are even hinged which was a nice surprise, so depending on how you slot in the head they can fall into different spots. Good musculature on the body (nice thighs!) Biggest nitpick with the body is the blue flap of his skirt in the back isn't magnetized and the slot's a bit too big for it to sit securely, so I've already knocked it out of place twice.
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The horse looks good. Came as a single piece except for the tail, so no issues with visible seams. Pose is dynamic and it feels stable even though it attaches to the base via the 2 back hooves with a bit of weight resting on a dust wisp that goes between the horse's legs. I mean if I'm going to nitpick it's way too hairy for the desert environment its supposed to be from and I doubt the tack's accurate to any era (certainly isn't tack that would be used in modern riding). Tack is much more minimal than the horse in the licensed statue for sure! But it's still a pretty and powerful looking horse.
I do have to add that I don't think this is really 1:6; it's probably closer to 1:7. I know Atem is short but unless this is a pony and not a horse, this is not a 1:6 horse. Breyer Traditionals (for those familiar with them) are 1:9, this horse is a bit larger but not by [i]that[/i] much.
Overall paint and finish are fine on both. Minimal shading overall. A few rougher patches but nothing egregious. I'm not a nitpicker though.
Base & Extras
The base is unfortunately quite large with a lot of dust cloud effects, though given how horizontal the entire piece is I think it was unavoidable having a longer base to counterbalance the weight of the horse. There's a mini temple at the back to give the impression that Atem is galloping away from the city or whatnot.
Overall paint and finish are slightly rougher on the base than the figures, but a lot of it gets obscured by all the dust attachments and who really looks at the base anyhow?
Bottom of the base has felt circles plus an additional padded vinyl(?) layer with a drawing of Atem and the number of the figure as well.
There's also an additional gold bracer / AE duel disk that looks like it should slot somewhere in the base, but doesn't shrug I already packed it away because it looks weird just sitting there as a separate piece that doesn't scale with the statue.
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irish breakfast, bubble tea, teapot! :D
HI VIRGIL ❤️
irish breakfast: what country do you want to visit?
Ireland, Thailand and Germany are very appealing!
I don’t want to go to places where I’d be intruding a whole lot. But the sights and food area huge draw as well as meeting different people!
bubble tea: what ride would you pick at an amusement park?
Truthfully those big boats that swing back and forth scare me and so does the Ferris wheel. Huge fan of stuff that goes around in a circle.
Silverwoods aftershock and spincycle were really fun! (First picture is aftershock second is spincycle)
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I like stuff that goes around in a circle, and I’ve been on everything but the zipper at my local county fair so many times it’s hard to get the stomach swoop anymore.
teapot: music preference?
I like variety! Stuff with good bass is generally good in my books but I do tend to listen to a lot more industrial/ nu metal type music than anything! Japanese jazz is top tier as well but I don’t know much about the artists tbh.
Tea asks
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🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity? 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? 🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
✨ @debtwon. meme. still accepting!
🍃 vi’s naturally inclined towards being out in the sun. he loves to sweat. he loves humidity and he loves being beaten down by sunshine and that’s pretty much due to his upbringing in a tropical country aljgfdlgjdflkg... his favorite thing to do outdoors is just... draw. he likes to draw. a lot of his art turns out to be portraits of nature. lots of flowers and trees and the sky. a lot of sunsets and moonrisings and etc. he also rly likes to do yoga outdoors on the hottest days of the year. one thing he likes to do at the very end of summer and all through autumn is collect leaves and press into bookmarks. he usually gives these bookmarks away since he... makes so many bookmarks for himself lol.
he just really likes being outdoors. a lot of people dont like the sweltering heat and walking through rays of light frying them, but he loves it... virote loves a good hike, too. back home, he really enjoyed working out in his grandparents field picking strawberries, picking rose apples, and riding horses :))) he’s a nature boi
🌌  virote started off as an oc for a jrpg from a tiny little company u may know called square... ya know, kingdom hearts, etc etc. he was an oc for final fantasy x. he was a summoner, endowed with the gift to save the world. but he failed. mostly everyone he loved was taken from him and his journey was dealing with the aftershock of all of that but then he kinda grew into his own thing of an amalgamation of stuff. 90s pop culture, 2000s pop culture. trashy reality tv. art house films. 80s and 90s anime. some 2000s anime. ive watched so much anime, its fucking stupid. that obscure ova that hasnt had a physical copy since 1994? ive seen it. that weird ecchi one-off with a publisher that has literally no info available? i’ve watched that. manga that was only printed a couple of years around 2005? been there! also just life experiences.
i’ve met so many crazy fucking people in my life.... done and seen a lot of crazy shit. never a dull moment in an alabama town where everyones high off their ass on meth! people tell me vi’s pretty real.... ya.... a lot of his experiences are real. down to meeting a guy behind a post office selling cough syrup from the back of his car. down to the bald drug dealer that pedals through the neighborhood on a little bike with a cute bell, wearing socks and sandals. city pop music too..... the magic, the sparkles, the twinkles. the wavy haziness of vaporwave. vi’s just this big, big reference i kinda love that. wish more people got said references. glkfdjglkdf.
virote is my love letter to pop culture. he is my love letter to visceral and heartwarming experiences ive had. he’s a love letter. he’s my love letter to what makes the weirdos weird. and that’s just kind of his charm that i decided from the jump. he’s not here to be cool. he’s so uncool that it almost makes him cool......... he’s my love letter to just being u, even if no one gets it.
🎭 he tries not to be too fake. he can keep it cute ya know... he can keep it formal and put on his business face when he wants, but other than that, vi’s not really one to bury who he is. what you see is what you get. it’s kind of hard for him to repress himself.
that’s exactly why he says stupid shit during inappropriate times and i wish he’d stop but who am i but a spectator to his decisions in life...................
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Inside a Submissives Soul
Dear Diary -
I wasn't suppose to see him for a couple of weeks. A change of plan enabled me to see him in just under a week later and I'm so grateful the opportunity came. Other parts of my life have left me making a life changing choice and for him to be here, to be with me, meant so much. It was clear he needed it too, he is stronger than he gives himself credit for but when he feels he isn't, I can't do much more than be there for him too. I can only hope it's enough although I would like to be able to do so much more.
He picked me up and we went to our spot by the canal, he offered for us to have a look at the 'Tiny Tea Room' nearby, I declined, probably shouldn't have, I just felt like I wasn't sociable. We moved into the back, he sat down and prompted me to sit with him with a blanket at the ready to keep me warm, such a sweet thing to do. We sat with the door open so we could see the canal, the insects, wildlife, the clouds passing by. It was peaceful, he brought me so much comfort and listening to him talk brings me such calm. With my back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me, me holding onto him, feeling him plant kisses on my neck and tickling my ear with his tongue, it doesn't take much for him to get my insides going.
It soon starts raining, enough for us to close the door and get comfy on his bed. Spending this kind of time with him for me is special, quality time, just us, the world outside still turning despite the stop I feel when with him. The temperature turns up fairly quickly, he is irresistible, more so than he realises. He has this internal growl that I can not only hear, I can feel it too. He unbuckles himself to free his member, stood to attention, I am encouraged to take him by mouth which I am more than happy to oblige. He fits so well, even with his size, I take him as far in as I can, all the way back. According to him I have a small mouth. A feel like a couple of times he could release but he holds back. I may have been alittle too rough on a couple of occasions, really didn't mean to be. He reaches for my behind, I reposition to make it easily accessible, he gives me a spank here and there, he knows how to wind me up.
Our clothing is lost somewhere along the way, however this time, him naked, I'm still in my sports bra and thong, makes a change doesn't it! I had let him know my 'lady time', seems to be almost constantly present at the moment, a while back he recommended the moon cup, he isn't bothered by it, neither am I. So far it has been great, he mentioned earlier we could test it again. On top of him, my thong pulled to one side, without much resistance he slid right in and damn he feels so good. I'm burning inside and my climax builds quickly, he says 'cum', not far behind that I climax, hard, it ripples through me, he isn't far behind. My body spasms through the aftershocks of my orgasm, I can't contain them, I just ride through them, it's a good thing. Laying ontop of him whilst he rests within me, as our bodies come down from a high, I move to the side of him cautiously. No mess, result! I often find myself amused by his reaction to me being 'tight', he feels he has little control over himself as a result. Something he wants to improve on but I'm not complaining, I'm pretty smug about it. We lay for some time cuddling and being together, I am more than happy in these moments.
Lots has gone on in his life recently, it's incredibly hard for him. We talk about various things, he opens up to me like never before. I can see and feel his pain, all I can do is be with him and hold him. I just want to take it all away for him and for him to feel the weight he has been carrying to just disappear, total freedom from all the stresses he is facing. I feel honoured that he felt he could talk to me this way, it is a hard thing to do when you keep things to yourself. I just want him to know I care so much and I will do anything to make him happy but I am only one person. I hope I brought him some comfort even if it wasn't for very long.
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