#seriously its colorful AND flavorful could it be any better
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Chaos prompts: 46 for the Leverage OT3!
Aaah, sure thing!
I know the worm-on-a-string meme thing was more of a 2016 thing, buuuuut I'm gonna pretend like it happened in 2013-2014 because I like my get-together fics within a year or two post-Long Goodbye. Less edited than my usual fics because I'm a bit short on time rn and can't be bothered.
Edit because I'm silly and forgot: prompt was "Why do you need 500 worms-on-a-string?"
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Eliot’s gotten pretty used to finding weird stuff on the counter when he comes up to Parker and Hardison’s apartment over the brewpub. Robotic parts, building plans, enough scented sparkly pens for an entire office building (if said office building was made up of children under the age of ten), tiny figurines of people with grimacing faces that could give a lesser man nightmares—he’d say at this point there’s little that could surprise him. So he’s not shocked, exactly, when he comes in with two bags of groceries and has to clear five large bags of brightly-colored fuzzy things out of the way.
Once he’s done putting the perishables into the fridge, he picks up one of the packages and gives it a look-over. Its label informs him there’s a hundred items inside.
“Hardison,” he calls. “Why the hell do you need five hundred worms-on-a-string?”
He’s well aware of the things; Hardison spent a solid three hours teaching Parker how to make them move around a couple years back. Nate had yelled at the two of them five separate times to quit leaving them around the apartment. That was probably because he’d gotten tired of finding them stuck in the silverware drawer, hanging over his bed, and nestled onto the decks of his model ships.
In Eliot’s opinion, absolutely nothing belongs in the produce drawer or any part of the kitchen except for utensils and food. But he hadn’t come down so hard on Hardison that time. The expression on Nate’s face whenever he found a new one was worth it.
As a general rule, questions like this require at least two minutes for Hardison to yank himself away from his orcs and elves and what-have-you before coming into the kitchen. This time the door swings back within about twenty seconds.
“You ain’t supposed to come in today,” Hardison says, frowning hard at him. “Thought you said you were gonna go out with that chick you met last week.”
“She had a work thing,” Eliot says shortly.
(Technically it had been a conference at the same time as their initial date. She’d suggested they do dinner instead.
There’d been a sale on raspberries at the farmer’s market this morning, though, and they tended to start losing their flavor and bruise within about forty-eight hours, and he already had a recipe picked out he’d been meaning to share with the other two for the last month, and, well—
He just hadn’t been in the mood for a date, that was all.)
Hardison raises an eyebrow. “Right.”
“Seriously,” Eliot says, waving the bag at him. “You better not be thinking about putting these all over the pub.”
“Who said I got them?” He’s avoiding making eye contact, shifting his weight in a way that Hardison himself would probably call shifty if he could see himself. Possibly Eliot’s suggestion is exactly what he plans to do; he might have something else in mind that’s worse. Either way, Eliot’s pretty sure Hardison’s at least partly responsible for the packages.
“Uh-huh,” he answers, instead of listing all of that out. Sometimes it’s easier to let Hardison dig his holes on his own.
“Parker loves ‘em, man, there was a sale and I figured I’d get her some. What’s so wrong with that?”
“It’s Parker,” Eliot says flatly.
“She’ll enjoy them!”
She will, he knows that. As in, she’ll enjoy sticking them all over the entire building. He’s going to be finding the things in the walk-in freezer for days.
And she’ll be grinning every second of it, all sunshine and bright glee, laughing like a little kid and looking for all the world like their life was pure paradise.
…fuck.
“I’m holding you responsible if she puts them in the brewery,” he says, tossing the bag down.
“You think I can control her any more than you can?” Hardison grumbles. He moves the bags, though. When Eliot hands him a pile of carrots and a chopping board, he gets to work without complaint.
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Eliot’s fears turn out to be well-founded. In fact, they’re an underestimation.
He encounters the first worm two days after Hardison left them out on the counter. It’s bright red and twisted around into the shape of a heart, with a tiny message tagged to it that says, in glittery pink pen, HELLO FREND!
It’s tucked into the pocket of his jeans. At his apartment. In his drawer.
“Dammit, Parker,” he growls under his breath. It’s not like he expects her to stay out of his apartment anymore—not after he walked into the living room one morning to find her sprawled on his couch with the TV on and a bowl of pasta in her lap—but there’s leaving a tiny creepy imitation of a rag doll on top of his recipe card box, and then there’s going through his clothes.
…at his place, anyway. At least four flannel shirts have been involuntarily sacrificed for her out of his duffle bags and suitcases. But that’s when his rooms have been beside hers. It never entailed her going out of her way to come all the way out to his apartment, bypass his security measures (which is easy for her but hell for anyone else) and find the pair of jeans he’s most likely to use next, all to stick a note and a fuzzy piece of plastic in the pocket.
He intends to chuck it in the wastebasket and move on. It’s not like she’s going to be short of them anytime soon.
But he’s got to shower first, and then he can’t really be bothered to pull it out, and after that he’s busy cooking and driving to the brewpub and revising the menu and planning the next job with the other two and really, he doesn’t mean to keep it. It’s just that after carrying it around all day it seems a shame to throw it away when he gets home.
He tosses it onto the nightstand, rolls into bed, and turns out the light.
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There’s a blue worm in the pocket of his flannel shirt the next morning. This one is in the same heart shape, but this time, the note says WORM TIME BABY in matching glitter pen.
He sighs, puts it on his dresser, and goes to water his plants.
That day he finds five more worms in the brewpub, two of which are in the staff area with tags with his name. Amy and the rest of the cooks and waitstaff know better than to say anything directly, but he catches them whispering and grinning behind his back.
The customers have been worse over the last few days than usual. Eliot lets it go, just this once.
They keep turning up, of course; Parker drags out jokes like nobody else, and he resigns himself to keeping them all in a drawer. She’ll be offended if she finds them in the trash all the time, and then he’ll just have to deal with even more. The traffic-cone-orange worm that has the tag PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION doesn’t have anything at all to do with any of this.
Days turn into weeks. Jobs come and go. They travel to Canada, where he finds thirty different worms over the course of two days, hidden anywhere from the files to his suitcase to the shower. This time, they’ve got a suite of rooms, one for him and one for the other two, and this, if anything, makes it worse. One time he finds neon yellow worms wrapped around both arms of his glasses.
(If he tries not to wonder if he’d find any fuzzy worms in their room, if he finds himself awake on the couch at three AM the second day—well, it can’t mean anything. It just… can’t.
He never does meet back up with that girl.)
The notes range from short and (though he’d never admit it to anyone) cute to creepy to indecipherable: ARSONIST!, I WILL HARVEST YOUR SOUL, SQUIRM? SQUIRM. SQUIRM!!!, TIME TO SIN, WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS, PERISH, and, perhaps most disturbingly of all, LOVE <3. Unless it’s intentionally wrapped around something, every single worm is carefully twisted in the shape of a heart.
The creepy ones are definitely the most common. It’s Parker, so he can’t expect anything less.
(The LOVE <3 ones show up a lot more often than the others, though. He’s not sure what to make of that.)
He tells her off. Repeatedly. With emphasis. Once he threatens not to bake anything with chocolate for the next month. Every time, she just shrugs at him, pulls a worm out from nowhere (she’s been tying them up around her hairbands sometimes), and informs him with varying degrees of cheekiness that they’re just her friends and really, why would he mind her sharing friends?
“Because your friends are creepy, Parker,” he says once, and she gasps in dismay and pets the top of her worm’s head.
“Don’t say that, Eliot.”
Hardison’s laughing behind him, quiet enough not to be mocking to Parker but loud enough to be mocking to Eliot. He resigns himself to growling at the both of them and lobbing the next worm he finds out the window.
(He picks it up later, because he’s not one of those assholes that litters.)
At the end of the Canada trip, they find a deserted local ice rink and spend half the day messing around on the ice. Hardison’s better than Eliot had expected, good enough to skate hand-in-hand with Parker at a decently high speed.
Eliot tries to stick near the edges and let the two of them have their fun. They won’t let him. He keeps finding one of their hands warm in his, pulling him after them in a chain, and after a while he gives up and allows it. It’s easier than it maybe should be.
At one point Parker tugs them both out to the middle of the rink to make them twirl with her. Somehow, though, she manages to throw her weight at just the wrong angle, and suddenly they’re all toppling to the frigid floor. Eliot manages to catch them so that the blades of their skates don’t come anywhere near close enough to slice anybody’s skin open. This has the unfortunate side effect of landing both of them directly on top of him.
He means to grumble at them to get off, because they’re heavy and the ice is freezing against his neck. But then Parker immediately wriggles in closer, tucking herself up against his shoulder as she giggles. Hardison’s on his other side, squawking indignantly about fragile bones and whatever, but he’s got some kind of pleased note in his voice that Eliot can’t quite parse.
It’s stupid and sweet and comforting and, staring up at the blue, blue skies, he can’t help but want to stay down here for just a little while longer. Just long enough to memorize the sound of Parker’s laughter. Long enough to ingrain the way Hardison fits up against his other side into his memory.
Long enough to believe that maybe, maybe, he’s reading this right after all.
But that’s all kinds of dangerous, so he pushes them off him with excuses about frostbite, hauls himself up off his ass, and skates around the rim of the rink while they stumble to their feet.
They get back to the brewpub at an unholy hour of the morning. He collapses into the guest bed, staring up at the constellations in the glow-starred ceiling until sleep steals him away. Midafternoon, he gets up to find one single worm, smaller than the rest of them, laid neatly on top of his folded clothing. It’s curled in the same heart shape as the rest of them and bright green. (He gets fewer of those than the others. They’re Parker’s favorites, so most of them stay with her.)
Written on its tiny tag in blue glitter pen are the words:
WORM YOU BE MY DATE?
Eliot blinks, rubs his eyes, and checks again. When he finds the same phrase, he heads for the shower, turns the water to winter-lake-ice-cold, and spends a good ten minutes under it.
The tag is still the same when he comes back.
“What the fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. He’s half-tempted to say she’d meant to leave it for Hardison, except…
Except Parker doesn’t make mistakes like that, and she’d have had to go to a lot of effort to get into his room without waking him, and…
He dresses, tucks the worm into the pocket of his shirt, and steps out into the apartment. The other two are seated at the counter. Parker idly stirs her cereal while Hardison mutters at his laptop with a bowl of leftover eggs and rice at his side. They look up when they hear the door creak, watching him.
Eliot holds up the worm. It trembles slightly in his grip.
“What’s this about?” he asks, going for warily amused. It comes out closer to wobbly and very obviously desperate.
They glance at each other, shifting on their seats. Hardison closes his laptop. Parker puts down her spoon.
“We know it’s kinda unusual,” Hardison starts carefully. “And you don’t have to say yes, okay, and if not we’ll shut up and never speak of it again and all that, but—”
“But there’s a special at that place you like tomorrow and we thought you’d like to go and maybe we could go as more than just friends?” Parker asks in a rush.
The world shifts under his feet. Everything blurs, just a moment.
LOVE <3, he remembers. The last few weeks click into place.
“Yeah,” he says, tucking the worm back into his pocket. It takes him an extra try; his hands, always steady, are betraying him in this moment. He’s not sure he cares. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
They both beam, brighter than sunshine, warmer than fresh-baked bread, and he decides that can Parker can put as many worms in his stuff as she likes. This is worth it.
#leverage#leverage fic#thiefsome#parker x hardison x eliot#this fic totally ran away from me#probably gonna post this on Ao3 when I get the chance to edit#synapse writes
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Common Ally-Ties: Wordplay Winners!
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Congratulations to @helloijustreadyourpost, @nine-effing-hells and @reaperfromtheabyss for winning this (er, last?) week’s contest!
@helloijustreadyourpost — Oko’s Dearest
Ah, it’s “second main phase,” The Card! It’s a solid body that’s ready to die, and even then maybe not. One of the things I really like about this card is how you can then play your five-drop creatures on your next precombat main phase to make attacking more difficult for your opponent if you’re offering a trade, and even if they have a combat trick or need to multi-block it’ll be bad news for them. Trample’s an interesting one here because of how it encourages this creature to be an attacker. I think it was the right choice to make; vigilance would’ve been fine but aggravating. Its design shows the aggression hinted at in the format.
Oko as a choice here was nice as well. How does one show favoritism? Giving a nice death. I mean, yeesh, not that Oko’s giving the death necessarily, but it’s an interesting natural take on a character whose connection with nature is really, well, weird. I can clearly envision it, though, and how Oko would like to distribute his power. I wish the flavor text had been a little more concise? Besides the “subject” missing the plural grammatically, I think that “isn’t” or “wasn’t” would’ve been fine. I almost docked it for that reason, but I’m taking a step back and looking at the emotion and merit; for the fact that I can see the elk in the grove with a sunlit Oko leaning against its flank in ardor, well... I feel this card! Truly, it’s evocative.
@nine-effing-hells — Shadow Puppet
Is delirium back? It better be. Is artifact-y discard-y madness graveyard craziness back? Absolutely it is. Pumping for the sake of [graveyard mechanic here] at instant-speed, on a reasonable body balanced with color weight and a lack of tribal support—yes, the lack matters, can you imagine if this was a zombie?—is crucial here. Well, maybe I’m overthinking the environment, but this card screams Innistrad to me. If it had a voice, anyway. I suppose that’s the gist: that this card’s ability to elegantly do everything you’d want it to do is enough to make me pump my fist. It’s not P1P1, but it’s potentially P3P1-2 for sure. It’s a little slow, I think, in multicolored formats, and that’s still very much okay.
I’m really surprised that there’s no card with this name before, most of all. Seriously, there’s been double agents and whatever, but no shadow puppets? I guess it is kind of niche. This is one where I’m especially curious what you had in mind for art direction. I’m just now thinking of a scarecrow with a scythe in one hand, surrounded by a miasma of purple malice, glowing eyes drawn to a distant village, perhaps, as the skin-suit it’s wearing is stretched into a grin not of its own volition. One hand tugs at the place where it’s been nailed haphazardly several times into a worn, creaking post... Heh heh heh.
@reaperfromtheabyss — Eyecatching Preener
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I’ll boo your puns later. Even then, this is gonna be an infamous card. Black fliers at common can be really darn good, especially with a card as versatile as this one. Late-game control discard to make ‘em hellbent, early discard for advantage, picking off postcombat creatures or getting rid of tokens before swinging—yep, this card does it all! The body makes sense for common; a 2/2 feels like too much with the modes even if the modes aren’t going to win you any games. The card might, though, a neat little toolbox for your slower decks. Maybe aggro can appreciate the flier, but I think this card’s more of a steady lil’ thing.
I wonder what world it exists on, too! Could be any with goblins, really, although I’m feeling more of a Lorwyn bend of all things. Ooh, or Eldraine, yeah! Eldraine’s got some eye horror and birdy things and also goblins, and fantasy tropes, too. Not that the world especially matters, but I think that if you wanna go for the dark humor angle showing the poor goblin who’s dealing with involuntary facial reconstructive surgery, might as well place it, right? It’s an obvious pun, but on a card like this, the supposed levity is dark enough to be a little more eerie than eye-rolling. The card feels fun to play, too! An eye for an eye, go to combat.
More to follow! Once again, thanks for everyone’s entries on this one.
- @abelzumi
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“Can you believe him? He said we have to put the project on hold because the archway of the building and the color palette we chose for the entrance will never match,” I say to my friend on the phone while tossing my sketchbook onto my desk and slumping into my chair.
“I’m not wrong,” I overhear from the office across from my desk in his smooth, lazy voice. “You say ‘hold’ like I mean forever. It’s just an extra day. And there’s absolutely no reason for a bay window in the sitting room. I know it’s her favorite view but that gigantic dogwood in the front is just going to keep it a sappy mess most of the year.” I try to ignore him but he’s starting to walk my way. He’s not my direct manager and I shouldn’t even have to listen to his input on this project but for whatever reason our boss thinks we complement each other.
“You’re a sappy mess,” I grumble.
“I’m not, you wish I were, and I expect better comebacks from you,” he says, coming to sit in front of me now.
“Do you have any original ideas of your own to provide?” I ask him, albeit mostly sarcastically. He’s a perfect group project member but he’s infuriatingly good at his job and it irks me. I’ve been here longer.
“Already sent them your way,” he says with glee, leaning in while I slide further into my chair. He’s looking down at me now seriously with his sleeves rolled up like he’s about to make me change all of my sketches. Another night in the office together is something I should’ve expected the minute we left the client’s house.
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The only thing getting me through the long days at work is practicing for our very serious Great Office Bake Off. For whatever reason our boss put a state of the art kitchen in here and the oven is divine. I’m making things I’d only dreamt of before. Every night, different flavors, different techniques. 15 minute breaks call for new batches of caramel, an hour break for lunch and I can complete most of a cake. My biggest competition is Glenda, the 30 year veteran secretary and office grandmother. Her apple pie custard donuts could make anyone cry with joy. Her gingerbread houses every year are impeccable too, with unique flavors in each design element. The holiday season at our office is sweet enough to keep our biggest competitors friendly so they inevitably get invited to the big boss’s Christmas party. Baking well has its perks.
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Is it just me or does your cake look better this morning?” my friend asks while opening up her breakfast yogurt and sitting down.
“What do you mean?” I ask, looking up from where I’m touching up the frosting on the cathedral shaped cake where the color seemed to disperse unevenly.
“The tower on it. It’s changed,” she says. Pointing at it with her spoon. I look to the side and realize she’s right. I definitely did not do that myself.
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“Hey, I’m taking out a potential client to dinner tomorrow, any recommendations?” He asks casually while we’re going over each room in the project.
“She must be attractive if you’re the one taking her out,” I quip, looking up and smiling.
��She might be,” he says, lingering on my eyes.
“Have you been to Greene House yet? It’s amazing. Probably my new favorite place. Best desserts in town. Their pastry chef’s vanilla custard is what dreams are made of.” I feel a strange new bubble in my stomach from the eye contact.
“No, no I haven’t. Thanks,” he says while pulling up the menu on his phone. “I’m not a big sweets guy but this looks good.”
“I guess I can cross you off the possible suspect list I’ve been working on,” I say, immediately looking back to my computer. “Someone’s been taste testing my practice cakes. Honestly though,I’m just surprised you care for my opinion.” I try not to make it sound as whiny as I feel. I’m beginning to think the things he’s finding wrong with my suggestions are stacking up a little too high, and whoever is trying my desserts is attempting anything to bring the heat to my beloved bake off. To say I’ve been on edge lately is putting it mildly.
“I’ve always cared about your opinion. I just don’t care for your bad ones,” he responds with sincerity while still looking at his phone. Well that at least makes me feel a smidge better. Somehow.
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“You have a new competitor in the Great Office Bake Off,” my friend leans into whisper in my ear as I set up. It’s competition day and NOW I’m finding this out?!
“Are you kidding me? Last minute like this?” I dust off my hands from the flour that came loose while transporting my bags to the counter where we were told to put our ingredients. I look up and lock eyes with him. “Since when does he know how to bake?”
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“It was me you know,” he whispers in my ear conspiratorially. “I was the one trying your practice runs. They were amazing. I’m surprised you didn’t use that bourbon caramel you put on your pecan pie last week on your showstopper dessert. I tried not to make it obvious I tried anything but it wasn’t easy. Obviously I slipped up a couple times.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you said you’re not a sweets guy!” I playfully slap his shoulder. I feel happy to at least have this competition done and know my cake thief. We tied, which in my opinion when competing against the office teacher’s pet is way better than losing outright. “Well that explains us tying then. You make prettier desserts and mine taste better,” I continue, smiling up at him and seeing his face in a completely new light. The freckles, the dimples, the crinkles by his green eyes. At once the butterflies in my stomach swell to an impossible to ignore stampede against my heart. I take a deep breath and steady myself before asking, “How did your client meeting go the other night? Did you end up wooing her with the green tea tropezienne at Greene House?”
“We didn’t end up making it to dinner,” he says, face breaking into a disarming grin.
“Oh,” I say, looking down and focusing on my messy apron.
“What I mean to say is that she signed onto the project as soon as I sent her the work up. We’re starting next week. No wooing necessary.”
“Congratulations!” I almost shout with relief. I feel his hand brushing off some flour on my shoulder and it prompts me to look up at him. He proceeds to remove some from my nose with a stupid amount of focus. It feels like time is slowing down to a halt.
“But I still do very much want to try that dessert. I hadn’t even heard about it until it was our blind challenge today. Sounds doubly amazing if someone else is making it. And if it’s half as good as their spring rolls I had the other day..” he says, while carefully keeping eye contact.
“Wait, you went alone?” I cut him off for clarification as my brain stumbles through the painful realization that I actually like him.
“I went after work on Thursday hoping I’d run into someone there who said it’s their favorite,” he says, unable to keep from smiling as he finishes his admission.
“Let’s go right now, shall we?” I supply while beaming. Phew. I guess I wasn’t the only one feeling the tension.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He jumps up from the bench we’ve been seated on while clutching our matching flower bouquets and cute trophies. He pauses for a second, sets both of our winnings down and grabs my hands. At once he looks at me earnestly and with an impossible amount of adoration. I can feel my cheeks warm. “I really like you and I think we should call this a date. Is it okay if I kiss the rest of the flour off your cheek?” He asks, waiting impatiently for my response with a not so subtle foot tap.
I only manage to nod slowly. My blush grows deeper as he leans forward to do just that.
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why do you have to be such a mega bitch? because you can be || heather || trial 3.1 || re: #girl
The thing about being so disgustingly, transparently awful was that you usually attracted people of like minds to yourself. Cassie, to Heather, had been an exception when they first wandered into this manor. She was kind, quiet, and polite. She was everything that Heather herself wasn’t and could never be, no matter how much effort she put into her airheaded sorority girl act. There were some lengths that she was simply not willing to go.
This, though, changed unexpectedly.
Two women stood in the Gluttony dorm, eyeing each other and testing waters. A snarky comment here, a laugh without any reservations there. Soon enough, there was an easy and digestible alliance formed.
Watching Cassandra finally shed her skin and shine brilliantly as the terrible husk of a person that makes up “Yukiko”, Heather simply smirks and snickers at the reactions of everyone in the room. The shock and horror, the betrayal and hurt--Seriously, had they all not learned their lesson about the sort of people that Hell held in residence?
How many times were they going to continue to be surprised by “good people” showing their true colors? How many more times were they all going to stand around and gape and stare in awe at the “shock” of yet another person revealing just why they were here in the first place?
Eventually, she just leans against her podium and twirls her hair around her finger, pouting dramatically and putting on doe eyes.
“Uwaaaaahhhh, Cassieeeeeee…You said you wouldn’t abandon me to being the worst woman alive here! Come on! Uuuugh. You better make good on your promise to bring up some of the good shit when you come and show your sexy demon form off, okay? I soooo won’t forgive you if you break that promise, and I won’t help you go shopping either. I’ll just fill your bag with stupid turtlenecks that you can’t get on because of whatever horns you end up getting, bitch.”
She speaks casually, like this was a normal day for the two of them and they were just hanging out in Heather’s room once again where no one could be suspicious as to why sweet Cassandra was laughing along at something mythic bitch Heather said.
(There’s something to be said for this casualness. It’s the same flavor of “fine” that Yukiko walked in on with Heather the days after Olwin’s death where Heather’s sole focus was on appearing as unbothered and lax as someone could after causing someone else’s death.
There is no way for her mind to come up with a way where this, too, is her fault. No, staring at Yukiko, there’s just a bubbling thing in her stomach that she doesn’t know what to do with. What is there to say when you’re experiencing a loss that isn’t your fault? Each time Heather has experienced someone she cares for being hurt, it has always been by her hand somehow. Some way. Yukiko brought this upon herself--is reveling in it, even.
Instead of guilt, Heather is just left with something she's not sure how to name, but I can for you. Its name is sorrow--mourning.)
“Well, see you soon, girlie. Hope it’s not too fucked up, whatever they do to you. Would kinda ruin the vibes of enjoying whatever the hell you wanna call that.”
She says with a wave of her hand towards Hibiki before wiggling her fingers at Cassie in a temporary final farewell.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Ceramic Can Pipes: Everything You Need To Know
- What Is Ceramic Can Pipe
- Are Ceramic Can Pipes Safe
- Can You Smoke Out Of A Ceramic Can Pipe
- How Do You Use A Soda Can As A Pipe?
- Where Can You Buy Ceramic Can Pipe
Ceramic can pipe is a unique smoking set. The ceramic can pipe is mainly used to smoke tobacco, but also can be used to smoke other things such as herbs. And its color is very beautiful, This is a great choice for those who want to have a new experience with smoking. The ceramic can pipe will give you an amazing experience of smoking and it also looks very stylish with its unique design and high quality material.
The ceramic can pipe has become the most popular choice of smokers in recent years because of its unique design and high quality material. This is one of the best choices for smokers who are looking for something different and unique.
Made from ceramic rather than aluminum (which is likely WAY better for your lungs), Ceramic Pop Can Pipe looks like a kind of postmodern art piece from a pre-modernist art gallery. We designed their Soda Can Smoke Pipe with comfort and style as a primary concern. The Soda Can Weed Pipe allows you to take the journey back in time when metal could be the only way you could smoke.
One of the things which is unique to a ceramic pipe is that it can even work better at cooling the smoke, giving you smoother, easier hits. Ceramic pipes and bongs are safer to smoke, your ceramic can weed pipe will ensure it does not give you weird flavors. With ceramic pipes, you never inhale burns to the airways and lungs, as the smoke is chilled down before you breathe in. One of the things that is unique to a ceramic can weed pipe is they may even be more efficient at cooling the smoke, giving you a smoother, easier hit. they can cool the smoke better than glass, and have some incredible designs. Overall, a ceramic can pipe gives you a smooth, clean hit each time you smoke. Finding the right ceramic can pipe for you may prove to be a little harder than with glass, the more commonly used material, but it is a quest that is well worth it. When using a ceramic smoking pipe, the first thing you need to do is to chop or mill your tobacco or herbs to get optimal airflow and good burning.
The answer is yes, you can smoke out of a ceramic can pipe.
Ceramic pipes are becoming increasingly popular in the UK because they're durable, easy to clean and don't burn your hands like metal pipes do. Ceramic pipes are made from clay that has been fired at high temperatures until it becomes hard and shiny. They are available in many different sizes, shapes and colors. Some people even collect them as art pieces.
The most common type of ceramic pipe is one that looks like an aluminum coffee can with an opening on one end where the bowl sits (see image). If you've seen these before then you know how popular they are because they're so easy to use and transport!
To use one of these pipes just pack some weed into the bowl and light up like you would with any other pipe except for one thing: The bottom of the bowl should be filled with ash before lighting up so that it will heat evenly and burn slowly throughout your smoking session.*
It is actually pretty simple to build the basic tube out of a soda can, provided that you have got one or two sharp objects lying around. If you are wondering how to make a simple can pipe, well, of course, you will need the can, but also some sharp objects such as knives, keys, blades, etc.If you are not feeling up to making a pipe out of an aluminum can, you have still got some other options. Some of these DIY pipes may pose health concerns, though they are simple to make and not expensive, or may just not be pleasant to use--seriously, we would not recommend using the aluminum-can options. So the best option is to find some reliable online stores to buy
Ceramic pipes are easy to find online and at many head shops. However, if you're looking for something specific or want a good deal on a quality product, here are some places where you can buy ceramic pipes:
MUXIANG shop-MUXIANG has been providing quality cannabis accessories since 1995 so it's no surprise they offer a wide variety of ceramic pipes that come in all shapes, sizes and colors! You'll also find an assortment of rolling papers and other smoking accessories like grinders , lighters and ashtrays here as well!
Amsterdam Glass Pipes - Amsterdam Glass Pipes offers a wide selection of ceramic pipes in multiple colors and styles such as mini bubblers and bubbler pipes that are great for traveling. They also carry several different brands including Grav Labs and Empire Glassworks.
You can buy ceramic can pipes online at many different websites such as Amazon or eBay; however, due to the specificity of the product, finding such products will take a lot of your time
Ceramic can pipe is a great option for those who are looking for an alternative to traditional pipes. They are more durable and last longer than other types of pipes, making them a great option for those who want to save money in the long run. If you are interested in learning more about ceramic can pipes, please forward this blog to your friends and family.
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Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK
Jungkook x Virgin!Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else
Word Count: 6.1k
Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.
Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.
A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!
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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room. Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.
It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face.
It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room.
Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function.
"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over.
"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time.
"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.
"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice.
"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name.
"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.
You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.
"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.
"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.
"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired
Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."
You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"
"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye.
You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.
"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.
"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"
"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.
"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.
"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.
"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."
"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.
"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.
"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.
"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.
You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"
"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."
You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.
"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"
"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.
"Jimin no. I-i can't."
"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.
"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm
"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.
"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.
"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?
Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!"
You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place.
"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you.
"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.
"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.
"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.
"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.
"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.
"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.
"Jungkook."
Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.
"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.
"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.
"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.
"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.
"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you.
"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."
With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.
"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.
Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm.
It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.
"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.
"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.
"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.
Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it.
Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you.
"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist.
"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.
"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care.
Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.
"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."
Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.
"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.
"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.
"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage.
He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.
You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.
You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.
Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more.
"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips.
"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?
He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.
"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?
And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward.
Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans.
He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples.
Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.
Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking.
You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook?
The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst.
Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.
"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls.
"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt.
"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach.
"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.
"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.
"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.
"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.
"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.
"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.
He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"
You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.
"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.
"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper.
"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.
"Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.
"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.
"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants.
"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.
"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.
Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch.
"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror.
"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.
Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story.
Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.
"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?
"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.'
"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."
You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock.
"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"
"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust.
Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook. You were fucked both figuratively and literally.
Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.
"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix.
Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.
"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"
You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.
"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.
"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."
#bts smut#jungkook smut#jungkook#bts oneshot#bts smut reactions#bts#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts college au#jungkook college au#bts fanfction#bts fanfic#ao3#jungkook x reader
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Obey Me! Boys Taking Care of a Sick MC
In honor of me no longer having covid, I decided to write down how I mentally coped with having the plague some headcanons about our boys and a sick MC. Because I’m all about the hurt/comfort life.
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Lucifer: “You should be resting.”
The human scowled. Of course Lucifer was standing guard at the bottom of the staircase.
“I’m just going to get some water,” their voice sounded like sandpaper against wood as they spoke. They felt like the living dead, and judging by the cool stare Lucifer was giving them, they looked it, too.
“No, you’re just going back to bed.” He caught them by the elbow as soon as they were within reach. “I’ll bring a pitcher of water to your room for you.”
“Lucif--” their complaint was cut off by a sudden coughing fit. The force of it made them double over, and they clutched at their chest with one hand while the other went to cover their mouth. Demons couldn’t catch human illnesses, but old habits die hard.
It wasn’t until their lungs stopped trying to eject themselves from their body that they realized that Lucifer had sat them down on the bottom step. He was rubbing slow, soothing circles on their back, a rare look of concern in his dark eyes. “Easy now, my dear,” he murmured as they caught their breath. “You’re shaking, are you chilled?”
“...Just a little,” they wheezed. They must not have sounded very convincing, because Lucifer quickly removed one glove and gently pressed the back of his hand against their forehead.
“Your fever has come back.” In one quick, fluid movement, he had taken the cloak from around his shoulders and wrapped it around them like a blanket. “Go back to bed, now. I’ll bring you water and something to bring your fever down,” he spoke softly, like raising his voice would trigger another coughing fit.
It was too bad they were too sick to appreciate Lucifer’s soft side.
Mammon: “…A’ight, that should be everything.”
Admittedly, he might have gone a bit overboard. But, could you blame him? He’d never nursed a sick human back to health before!
…Okay, so Lucifer may or may not have let Mammon use his credit card to get stuff for them. And he may or may not have taken a few liberties. It was for the human though!
“Mammon, holy shit,” they mumbled, poking their head out from the blanket burrito they had cocooned themselves in. “Is there anything left at the convenience store or did you buy them out?”
“Shut it.” he set the last six-pack of Gatorade (well, the Devildom equivalent of it, anyway) at the foot of their bed. “Ya’ weren’t specific, so I just got one of each!”
Their room looked like a doomsday prepper’s bunker. Cans of soup, a myriad of flavors of instant noodles, a portable heater, the works. Maybe they should have been more specific.
“Do ya’ need anything else?” Mammon sounded vaguely annoyed, but underneath the gruff tone he spoke with, his concern was obvious. They had given him a scare when they first came down with the flu two days ago, temperature so high that they ended up collapsing on their way to RAD. He had been fussing over them since. They weren’t even sure if he had slept.
“...Just one more thing.”
“Yeah?” he perked up like a dog waiting for an order from its master. “Whaddaya need?”
Instead of speaking, they wiggled their arms free of the blankets and held them out. For a moment, Mammon just stared at them in confusion. When what they were asking for finally clicked, his face grew so hot they could use it as a space heater.
“What are you, a little kid?” he grumbled, but there wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he climbed into the bed with them. They settled themselves against his chest, sighing contentedly. Sleep had taken over in a few heartbeats.
“...Get better soon, you hear?” they didn’t, obviously, and Mammon took the opportunity to gently pat their head, like they so often did for him. “If you’re gonna be all cute and stuff, I want ya to be conscious of it.”
Leviathan: “You know, I really thought you would take longer to go through all of these.”
The human looked like a whole new person compared to the last time Levi had seen them. They were sitting upright, although they looked ready to slide back down into their previous coma-like state any minute, and the number of blankets wrapped around them had been reduced to just one instead of three. They managed to shoot him a weak grin as they handed over the manga he had let them borrow.
As much as Levi loved staying locked away in his inner sanctum, it was only an enjoyable experience if one’s source of entertainment was also locked away with them. And he couldn’t, in hood conscience, let the human die of boredom instead of dying of illness, so he had ventured out of his lair armed with his collector’s edition box set of I’m A Scholarship Student At An Obscenely Rich School and Now I Have To Work Off A Debt Because I Broke A Vase That Belonged To A Host Club!
That had only been a few days ago, but this morning he had gotten a text from them saying that they were finished.
“It’s not like I have anything else to do, Levi.”
“Pretty sure you could have been sleeping, but okay.”
They stuck their tongue out. “I couldn’t put it down.”
“Right?” Levi nodded enthusiastically, clutching the box to his chest like it was worth his weight in gold. Actually, knowing him, he probably paid his weight in gold for it. “I definitely bawled my eyes out at the end. You have to watch the anime next, the music really brings the scene together. And, like, I’m not usually into pastel themes, but the color scheme actually really fits the mood, and - “
Somewhere in the middle of Levi’s overly-excited info dumping, the human’s eyes had slipped closed. By the time Levi realized he was geeking out, their breathing had evened out and they had slumped against the headboard.
…Oh. They looked really cute like that.
“Sheesh, c’mon, normie,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I bored you to sleep.”
He set down the box on their nightstand and, very carefully, so he didn’t wake them up, inched them down to lay were laying against the mountain of pillows they had. Once they were settled into a position that wouldn’t give them a crick in their neck, he pulled the blanket up to their chin.
“There,” he nodded to himself. “You rest up, because you and I are going to have an anime marathon, and I won’t forgive you if you fall asleep in the middle of it.”
They mumbled, but otherwise stayed unconscious. Levi had definitely seen this in an anime before. His heart was pounding somewhere around his throat, but he wasn’t getting this opportunity again any time soon. Gently, like he was approaching a wild animal, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to their forehead.
“Seriously, get better soon.” he murmured. “I don’t like seeing you sick.”
Satan: His leg was falling asleep.
He had been sitting in the same position for at least an hour, and if it were anyone else he simply would have shoved them off and went about his day. But, how could he push the human away when they were curled up like a kitten in his lap?
They had been complaining about being bored, since they had been too feverish to attend RAD for the past few days. So Satan, always the man with a plan, had arrived in their room ready to binge watch his favorite crime drama. Even though he had seen this show at least eight times, he still found himself getting absolutely sucked into the plot. So much so that he didn’t notice the human starting to nod off until they landed against his side.
“Honestly, you could have just told me you were tired.” he muttered, gently rearranging them so their head was resting in his lap. They made a small noise in their sleep, but otherwise remained unconscious.
It was so rare that the human was still. They seemed to have an endless source of energy, able to be embroiled in all of the shenanigans that tended to happen around the family without absolutely disintegrating. To have them finally at rest, even sick, was quite the treat. Satan couldn’t quit help himself as he reached down to pet their head.
Well, if he was going to be stuck here until they woke up, at least he had a good show to watch.
Asmodeus: “Asmo, I can bathe by myself.”
“Yeah, no, don’t even try it.” Asmo shook his head as he ushered the human into his bedroom. “You passed out in the shower the other day, darling. This is the only time I’m grateful for Mammon’s snooping, because you might still be there if he hadn’t heard you fall.”
They subconsciously touched the sore spot on their shoulder where they had collided with the wall. The pain blended in with the rest of their body aches, but the bruise certainly didn’t.
“Besides,” Asmo sat them down on the chaise lounge. “A nice, hot bath with some quality oils will rejuvenate you like nothing else. Now, go on, strip.”
When they gave him a clearly unamused look, he just laughed. “Not while you’re sick, darling. You know full well being with me requires you to be at peak energy.”
With a sigh, they began peeling themselves out of their days-old pajamas. Admittedly, they did feel like a bath would help them feel a little better. They were pretty sure they read somewhere that the steam from hot water would help clear out all the gunk in their chest. And if anyone knew the intricate rituals of bath time, it was Asmodeus.
While they were stripping, Asmo had made his way over to the Grecian temple that was his bathtub and turned on the tap. After a few moments of running his hand under the stream to test the temperature, he stood and began browsing his impressive collection of bath accoutrements. “Hm, let’s see, let’s see…here it is!”
Asmo turned around, holding up the little bottle like he had just found buried treasure. “Eucalyptus, to help clear out the lungs. It’s good for muscle aches, too!”
With a flourish, he put a few drops into the water. “Alright, ready. Can you get in yourself or do you need my help?”
“I’ve got the flu, not the plague, Asmo.”
“You. Fell. In. The. Shower.” he punctuated each word with a poke to their cheek before holding out his hand to help them. Although they grumbled, they were still feeling kind of weak, so they allowed Asmo to pull them up.
“There, now, easy does it,” he spoke softly as he guided them to sit on the edge of the tub. If this were any other situation, they would be painfully aware of the fact that they were completely naked in front of the Avatar of Lust. But, the fragrant steam rising from the water was beginning to ease the ache in their chest, and Asmo’s soft hands had begun massaging their shoulders. They barely even noticed when they were fully seated.
“You’re not coming in?” they murmured sleepily as Asmo sat himself along the edge of the tub. He just laughed.
“Next time, darling. Now, you just relax and let me take care of you.”
Beelzebub: The phrase “don’t have much of an appetite” just didn’t make sense to Beel. How could someone not want to eat? Maybe he was a bit biased, being the ever-starving Avatar of Gluttony, but still. Humans needed lots of nutrients to get better when they were sick, right? He was pretty sure that was what Satan told him.
Beel scowled, scrolling through the eighteenth listicle about foods to eat when sick. Honestly, he was making himself hungry, but he was starting to get the general idea. Looks like he’s making them some soup.
The kitchen was separated into “human” and “demon” sections, after the one time that they almost used cyanide instead of salt. Human cuisine took less time and involved less magic, so Beel knew his way around the human spice cabinet. Making the soup was the easy part, making sure it got to its intended recipient was another matter.
Climbing the stairs to the human’s room felt like a Herculean task, but he did it - mostly. He may have taken a few bites here and there. But he had purposely put more in the bowl than he knew they would be able to eat, so it was fine, right? He knocked on their door twice, listening to them shuffle around before they finally called out weakly that the door was open.
“I brought food.” he said, shutting the door behind him. “You haven’t been eating much lately.”
They poked their head miserably out of the blanket burrito they had wrapped themselves in. A thin sheen of sweat covered their forehead, but they were shaking, which meant their fever hadn’t broken yet. Did humans always take this long to get better? Another question for Satan.
“I’m not really hungry, Beel.” they mumbled, voice thick and gravelly due to the sore throat they had. “You can eat it.”
Shaking his head, Beel sat himself down on the bed beside them. “I had some already.”
“Have some more.”
“No, I made it for you.” his stomach growled, completely undermining his words. “It’s basically just broth, you can drink it.”
They wiggled around for a bit before they managed to extract themselves from the absolute cocoon they had made. “…What kind of broth?”
“Just chicken, I promise.” he laughed. “I wasn’t about to try to get you to eat a Devildom recipe.”
Finally, they got themselves into a sitting position, but even that seemed to wear them out. They flopped against Beel’s shoulder, and he definitely didn’t like how hot their skin felt against his. Their breathing was ragged as they tried to get the energy to sit up.
“Here,” Beel dipped the spoon into the broth. “I’ll help.”
“I’m not a baby…”
“No, but you are really weak.” he replied gently. “Let me help you.”
He could feel the urge to protest vibrating through their body - their independence was definitely an endearing quality of theirs. But, eventually they must have come to the conclusion that a content of tenacity between the two of them was going to take longer than simply waiting out their illness. With a huff, they opened their mouth and let Beel feed them.
“Oh, wow, this is pretty good.”
“I’m a good cook if I don’t eat the ingredients first.”
Belphegor: “I thought humans slept a lot when they got sick.”
The bags under the human’s eyes were almost as intense as they glare they gave him. When the rest of the brothers had begun arguing over something stupid, Belphegor had taken the opportunity to bundle them up and whisk them away to the peace and quiet of the attic. His intent had been to take a nice long nap with them, but apparently their lungs had a different plan.
“We should,” they groaned, sounding like their throat was made of sandpaper. “Every time I feel like I’m going to fall asleep, I start coughing.”
“That sounds counter-intuitive.”
“Tell me about it.”
Belphie rolled over so that he was lying on his side, facing them. “Well then, you picked a good nap partner.”
They blinked blearily up at him. “Why is that?”
“Come here, I’ll show you.”
He reached out, tugging them towards him until they were settled comfortably against his chest with their head tucked beneath his chin. Although he wasn’t the tallest of the brothers, he had enough height to basically surround the human. “Can you hear my heartbeat?”
“I’m too tired for you cheesy lines, Belphie.”
“No, seriously, just listen.”
He could practically hear them roll their eyes, but they quieted down. Once he was sure they were synced up with the steady ba-bump, ba-bump of his heart, he began to work his magic - literally.
He brought his hand up to cup the back of their skull, fingertips tingling as he focused his magic their. They squirmed for a moment before sighing as the cool rush of Belphie’s special brand of sleep magic washed over them.
“I told you, being tired isn’t the prob - “
“Hush,” he murmured, letting them feel his voice rumble through his chest. “Just relax for me, okay?”
Belphie massaged their scalp like he was washing their hair, working his magic into their skin. Slowly but surely he felt them soften, the tightness in their chest easing. Finally, their slightly labored breathing evened out, and the poor human finally succumbed to sleep.
“About time,” he kissed the top of their head. “You need to rest if you want to get better, so let’s sleep as long as we like, okay?”
#seriously I just kept thinking about them taking care of my while I was sick#because even though I was sick I had to take care of my parents when they ended up getting it#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie
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Rating Versions of Harry Osborn: Updated
Wanted to redo this post with a more comprehensive and inclusive list of Harrys
616 Comics:
Just such a good and complex character. The OG Harry. His relationship with Peter just adds so much depth to every Green Goblin arc because of the inherent conflict of Peter knowing he needs to take down Norman Osborn, but not wanting to hurt or lose his best friend. (If you’ve read Kindred no you haven’t.) He’s still... ugly... I’m sorry 616 Harry... I love you so much but they did you dirty... Some artists do their best with what they have but... I’m not a big fan of western comic style in general so that doesn’t help. Has three failed marriages by the time he’s 30 because he’s gay and deeply closeted.
8/10
Spider-Man the Animated Series (1994):
The Harry plotline in this show reeeeally doesn’t feel earned, because the first time we see Harry having an active role in the show, he asks Peter to move in with him because Norman wants him to have a responsible studious roommate (a detail from the comics I was EXTREMELY excited to see play out), and Peter comments that they barely know each other. Ultimately they live together for all of one day before Peter decides to move back in with Aunt May. The next time we see Harry, MJ calls him Peter’s best friend, despite the fact that we haven’t seen Peter hanging out with—or even MENTIONING—Harry since the last episode when they were basically strangers. Really it feels like he’s just there to cause romantic drama as the guy MJ graciously settles for when she gives up on Peter. I found the whole goblin plotline kind of boring and lacking in depth.
3/10
Raimi Trilogy:
I was never interested in Raimi Harry until after I started liking and exploring other versions of Harry, because I just thought he was kinda a shit friend. He’s a pretty strong character overall, but his motivations aren’t as obvious. He’s torn between his love of Peter as his best friend, and his bitterness towards Peter for being the man his father wished he was. I don’t think Raimi Harry really wanted MJ, he just wanted to get back at Peter in a way by taking someone that HE loved.
However I feel like his characterization kind of sways back and forth between sympathetic and not depending on how he’s written in the scene, and it disappoints me that the thing that gets him to stop tormenting Peter is the butler telling him out of nowhere that Norman died from his own blade, rather than any real character development on his part.
6/10
Spectacular Spider-Man:
I still haven’t watched all of this show because I... can’t STAND this version of Peter... but I’ve watched many clips with this boy and he’s just... so sweet... He only wants to be loved and keeps getting his heart broken. Deserves better. On everything. He deserves a better father, a better best friend, better love interests, everything. I do really enjoy the way they incorporated 616 Harry’s drug abuse into this show with the Globulin Green, it was a very clever way to incorporate that aspect of his character, but tone it down for younger viewers. I’ve watched the scene of him getting “unmasked” as the Green Goblin about a million times it’s very good.
8/10
Ultimate Spider-Man:
I love him. Most people fear drifting apart from those close to us, so watching Harry struggle with the new and increasing distance between him and Peter as Peter seemingly makes new, “better” friends is downright heartbreaking. Especially when he overhears Sam implying that Peter only hangs out with him for his money which is something he’s clearly experienced a lot. (Seriously Sam what the fuck.) I also love his struggle with Venom throughout the series as a metaphor for his anger and bitterness, it’s never truly gone even when they work hard to remove it. It’s always there to bubble back up under extreme amounts of stress, especially when Norman is involved. (Also this isn’t a Norman review, but USM Norman is the only version of Norman Osborn that has rights and he works hard to be the father Harry deserves.)
Had an honest to God meet-cute with Peter like come on????
Its unfortunate how much they cut back Harry’s role in the third and fourth season, I really would have loved to see more of him.
Threw a party specifically so he could ignore Peter to his face because he was jealous and I respect that level of pettiness.
9/10
Spider-Man: The New Animated Series
I didn’t think it was possible to create an uglier Harry than 90s Harry but this blonde, fuck-boy lookin creepass came and proved me wrong. Who the FUCK is this?? Doesn’t have any recognizable characteristics of Harry Osborn besides being rich and hating Spider-Man. Also just... look at him. I wouldn’t trust this man anywhere NEAR my drink at a party. #NotMySon
-3/10
The Amazing Spider-Man:
He’s okay. I think he has some very emotional scenes and good chemistry with Peter, but it’s dampened by the fact that he wasn’t present in the first film and had to share the second with like two other main plot lines. Ultimately ends up being the least sympathetic version of Harry Osborn because he became the original Green Goblin and killed Gwen, rather than following in his father’s footsteps. That’s not to say he’s a completely unsympathetic character. He has a strong motivator in his fear of death, and I do think the choice they made for his character were interesting and could have developed really well, but they didn’t get the chance since the franchise was dropped.
5/10
PS4 Spider-Man:
ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIM. WISH WE GOT MORE OF HIM. HAVING YOUR EXPECTATIONS OF HARRY OSBORN BROKEN AS YOU SNEAK AROUND NORMAN’S PENTHOUSE AND LEARN THAT HE’S BEEN SECRETLY STRUGGLING WITH A GENETIC DISEASE HE’S BEEN HIDING FROM HIS BEST FRIENDS FOR YEARS WAS -chef’s kiss- GENIUS. PLEASE GIVE US A SECOND GAME WITH VENOM HARRY.
10/10
Marvel’s Spider-Man (2017):
Still easily my favorite version of Harry Osborn. When I first began watching the show I was startled by their decision to make Harry a science genius like Peter because it was so different from their usual dynamic, and many people who aren’t fans of the show point to this as something they dislike. But I actually ended up really loving the decision. It gives a different flavor to Harry in how he reacts to the events of the show and how we interpret his character traits, while still being very inherently Harry Osborn. Harry is jealous of Peter, he loves him dearly, but there’s always this ember of bitter envy ready to burst into anger whenever the plot creates friction between them. This is one of the defining traits of their relationship and in most versions it’s not hard to understand why. Peter has what Harry wants. He’s intelligent, he has potential, and most importantly he’s loved. Peter is the son Harry knows Norman wishes he had, and that creates a wedge between them. Marvel’s Spider-Man changes this dynamic. Harry can easily stand toe-to-toe with Peter in terms of intelligence, and in fact they often work together to create things or solutions Peter couldn’t have come up with on his own. That initial wedge between them isn’t there, creating a very endearing and loving friendship that we know is doomed to sour because it isn’t enough. MSM Harry could be the person Norman wants him to be, and that places the full weight of his father’s impossibly high expectations on his shoulders, always within reach but never quite achievable. So it makes a lot more sense why Peter initially has a low guard towards Norman (as opposed to some other series where Peter seems oddly dismissive of Harry’s justified complaints) and Harry’s own steadfast loyalty to his father. On the surface Norman seems like a perfectly loving parent, he encourages his son, he created an entire school for him when he was wrongfully accused of sabotage, it’s only when you start to dig deeper into their relationship that you see the subtle manipulations and the issues Harry has from constantly chasing his father’s approval. This creates a Harry who is desperate for validation and extremely sensitive to rejection, which colors his relationship with Peter throughout the show. I’m still mad he got nerfed in the second and third seasons because Disney is homophobic.
TLDR: I may be biased
... Infinity/10
MCU:
Where is he? Who knows? Man missing in action.
?????/10
#Harry Osborn#spider-man#msm 2017#did i rant about various Harry Osborns way longer than I intended to? Yes yes I did#if anyone reads this tell me if i missed any prominent Harrys lmao#long post
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