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Agora Hills

Symphony Smut Series Day 14: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Lyric - Suck a little dick in the bathroom

Pairings: bf!Chan × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, dry humping, oral (m recieving), missionary, oral stimulation, dom!chan, sub!reader, dirty talk, no actual sex just fingering and oral, implied p in v at the end, semi-public sex, Hannah is a menace.

A/N: I am really sorry for the slow pace with the fics everyone! But classes have started again and I'm kinda getting busy nowadays but I promise I'll complete the other ones in no time!

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Australia. Hot and Humid.

Even hotter with your boyfriend grilling meat on the beach, clad in a white tanktop which fitted around his muscles perfectly, making you almost visibly drool.

"You good unnie?" Hannah sat down on the warm sand next to you, "You've been staring at my brother for like half an hour."

"Im fine babe." You smiled at her as he handed you your popsicle, "I'm just admiring him."

"Normally I would say 'ew love' but I've noticed you've been very dick ridden for a long time." Hannah giggled, "So I have a solution."

"A solution to what exactly?" You asked her, tearing your eyes away from Chan's arms.

"So your problem is the sound right? Cause our house isn't exactly a sound proof studio." Hannah nudged closer to you, an impish smile on her face, "But through my recent experiments I've found out that the storage locker right next to you guys' bedroom is actually sound proof."

"Isn't a sound proof storage locker kinda dangerous?" You raised your brow at her to which she brushed it off and kept talking.

"Babygirl all I'm telling you is that my parents will be out for the whole afternoon tomorrow. So get in that storage locker and have some fun! Moan as loud as you want, no one's gonna hear. Well atleast the friends I'm inviting tomorrow won't."

You laughed at Hannah's unseriousness and ate the delicious popsicle in your hand, going back to drooling over your boyfriend's arms.

It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only one you had to fulfill your aching cunt

The next day went quicker than you had anticipated and before you know it, you were in the storage locker, with you mouth near Chan's cock, and his hands on the top of your hair.

Giving him head really wasn't a great beginning but you wanted to convince him to fuck you in his parents' storage locker so it was for the best.

You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Chan letting out his moans. You tease him a little with your tongue and he immediately responds by pushing your head further to him, your nose hitting his lower belly.

You make eye contact with him, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold him in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show him you can do it, so you dive back in, making him moan louder this time. You hoped fervently that Hannah was right about the sound proofness of the room. You could hear her friends and her laughing raucously in her room.

You can feel him twitch inside your mouth, he is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Chan go feral.

"Fuck- just like that, baby." You moan against him, which sends shivers up and down his spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."

You move closer to him, his dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to his balls, playing with them which makes Chan cum righ away.

Keeping still so he can send his full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good girl you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Chan says out of breath. You lick him clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.

You look like a mess, but so does Chan. One of his fingers finds your chin and he wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into his mouth and tasting himself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." He makes you stand up. "Oh shit the floor." You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "We can clean the floor later baby, I need your cunt first."

Chan gripped your hips tight and sat you down on his thigh, as he plopped into an old armchair, which was weirdly very pristine in its conditon.

"Take what you want, sweetheart." He whispered, hot breath brushing against your neck. A soft moan couldn't help but seep through the parting of your lips as Chan began to rock your hips against his leg - arousal pooling further in your panties.

"Chan," you groan when he cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, his fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," you sigh out, lolling your head back as he starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against her harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only he could help you with, "Please."

"You're so impatient baby," he teases, sucking on part of your skin to leave a mark, his hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against his thigh once again, a groan leaving you at his slower pace. "You'll get what you want soon," Chan murmurs, tilting his head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering his head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark as he knew you loved it. His parents might question where those marks came from, but the mosquito population was quite high in Australia so it wasn't a stress for Chan.

Chan gripped your hips again and took you off of his thigh, swiftly ripping your panties off and disposing of them by the side.

"Bend against that counter for me darling." He commanded, leading you over to the marble counter, "let me fuck you from behind yeah?"

“Oh my g-god, Chan!” You loudly whined before he covered your mouth with his big palm, other hand pushing your hips a bit forward so he could probably bend your body however he pleased, making your ass perfectly stick out for him to fuck.

He groaned behind you as you felt his hand squeezing your hip, abdomen already slapping against your back while you choked on your sobs behind his hand.

“Oh f-fuck,” he dropped his forehead against the back of your head as the pace of his hips went up, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

"Oh fuck this." Chan growled, before pulling out and flipping you over with agression filling his veins. He hadn't fucked you for so long and he was relishing the noises you were making which was always his favourite song.

“Channie, please!” You begged in a whiny tone, making him chuckle, “Please what, little one? You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” he kissed your shoulder blade before he focused his eyes on his two fingers and how they were rubbing your clit before he shoved them slowly into you, making your head fall forward.

“Oh no, no, no baby,” he laughed deeply, “you stay here while I play with you,” he harshly grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled your head back up, making you groan as he continued fingering your wet cunt.

Your toes curled and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit, the nub already starting to stimulate just by the touch of his finger. You felt your clit throb against his fingers as he rubbed small circles on it, the rhythm in sync with the fingers he was pushing inside of you.

Your back flushed against his chest as you felt yourself getting closer to that sweet release of euphoria, your shaky breaths and whimpers getting muffled as you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth. Just as you were approaching that all too familiar release, Chan pulled his hands away quickly.

"Channie!" You protested, reaching for his hands again, in your dumb doll state.

"Tch tch so impatient for me." Chan clicked his tongue, looking at you with dark eyes, "you'll get my cock darling don't worry."

"And I'll make sure everyone hears what sort of a needy cockdumb slut you are for me."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged, send an ask my way!

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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There is just something about Sanji begging to taste you 😩 you write him so well, I’m so glad I found your account. On top of that you draw???????? You’re the entire package 😂

Haaaaaaaa thank u kindlyyyyyyyyyyyyy bUT FFFFF Can we talk about that though? Just real quick before I Head to bed??????

“Just One More Taste” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (NSFW)

“Sanji…” You tossed in your warm bed feeling the same familiar fingers grope and tug at your nipples from your shirt that has suddenly appeared to be unbuttoned..”what are you doing, baby?”

“I’m …I…want it.”

He always does this. Whether it’s break of dawn or the middle of the night Sanji couldn’t stop being so damn needy and touchy wanting to taste you.

You both aren’t even a couple, but one party filled night you let him eat you out once since you and him were alone in the kitchen and you were being a horny little mess and ever since he’d been glued to you.

He was like a damn parasite.

That was 2 weeks ago and for two weeks he’s been sneaking into your bedroom to cuddle you and ask for just another moment of pleasure for you. He doesn’t even want you to suck him off after he just LOVES your flavor.

“No, Sanji.” You slapped his hand away, you felt your scarf falling off your head and Sanji notices it before you and grabs it to tie it back on but you sit up and snatch it back. “You can sleep in here again, but you—-Sanji.”

His eyes were glued to your body, he was chewing on his lower lip while sitting up on his knees, eyes dark and filled with lust looking at your nipples just barely showing from the shirt and those very lacy and incredibly thin panties. So thin he could see your cl—

“Hey!” You snapped your fingers in his face getting out of his perverted trance. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, LUFFY!”

“Wha! I would never!” Sanji dramatically gasped at you for calling him that, “I am just appreciating your beautiful…soft…sweet—“

“Stop.”

“Just one lick.”

“I’m not a popsicle either, buddy.”

“You’re Sweet Like One.”

“What?!”

“Nothing.”

You groaned back into your pillow, your thighs, breast, and tummy all jiggle in sync and Sanji’s eyes Just once again couldn’t tear away. You peaked over at his heart eyes holding his nose and you huffed,

“If you bleed on my bed again I’ll never let you taste me.”

Sanji immediately sat up straight, bare chest puffed up and held his breath. HE DID NOT want to ruin another opportunity.

“Oh my gosh…” you whined into a laugh at his antics. You’re charmed though. He has been super sweet to you and didn’t disclose your night with him to anybody he kept his cool (sort of).

You were contemplating, his tongue did feel nice for his first time. He even overstimulated you which has never happened and you have been a little str—-

“Sanji…”

You break thought feeling his lips kiss your legs, you didn’t even feel him move between them and spread them apart. He was laid on his stomach moving higher up kissing your pretty brown inner thigh very lightly giving you eye contact the entire time.

You’d be lying to say his gaze didn’t make you clench just a little.

“Sanji—“

“Please..” He pushed himself up further now applying more pressure in his kisses onto your hot inner thighs sucking each section a little before pulling away. “Just one more time…one more….”

Your breaths got shakier feeling him move to your left thigh giving that more attention, he had his eyes closed suckling on the inner fat of it so very close to your heat his cheek grazes against it. You jumped a little feeling his tongue give you small kitten licks.

“Can I…?” He was asking, but his motions were demanding. He placed your thighs carefully over his shoulders now giving your labia peppered kisses through the fabric.

“San….” You moaned turning your head away from the lustful sight. You hated how turned on you were feeling and knew he was able to see the small damp spot you left on your panties. “Sanji…”

He pulled said panties to the side with two fingers groaning at the sight and his eyes glowed, finally he was able to see it again. It was as pretty as last time he saw it and just aching to be licked by him and only him.

“Please…” His hot breath fanned over your heat, “Let me eat this pretty little pussy…”

You threw your arm over your face and nodded your head quickly in defeat making Sanji smile widely and his eyes sparkle with glee before his small soft lips attached itself to your clit.

Just for one night he needed another taste.

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filthy-rat · 2 months

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look ma I'm serving cunt!

#i am a meat popsicle

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marblemoovt · 1 year

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His name is Jeff!! - Wade Wilson/Reader

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Rating: General

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff. Pure fluff, baby.

Summary:

During a snowstorm, you bump into a strange man walking his pet… shark?

------ “Easy, boy!” A voice shouts from behind. You whip around and squint, trying to see through the whirlwind of snowflakes. The approaching crunches and thumps grow louder. Before you have time to react, a ball of gray and white knocks you onto your ass.

You groan, rubbing your sore tailbone. What just hit you? A dog? Your eyes catch a red leash on the ground. Following its trail, you meet fins and rows of sharp teeth. Definitely not a dog. It’s a… shark with legs?? And it’s wearing a harness? Maybe you died of hypothermia, now wandering in another plane of existence where sharks live on land.

Note:

I've been wanting to write a Deadpool fic and I also adore Jeff the Landshark. So here is a culmination of my love for the two.

Honestly, it was nice to just write something goofy and not feel pressured to try and fit a lot of story/plot.

Happy Reading! ( •̀ ω •́ )y

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Meat popsicle. You feel like a meat popsicle right now. It started snowing a few days ago and hasn’t stopped since. The cold air nips at your cheeks and nose. Frost crunches beneath your feet. What are you doing in this godforsaken weather?

Hot chocolate. You were craving a cup and decided to walk to the nearest cafe despite the snowfall warnings. The weather wasn’t too bad when you left your apartment. Now you can barely see two feet in front of you. White blurs your vision, and you wrap your scarf tighter.

“Easy, boy!” A voice shouts from behind. You whip around and squint, trying to see through the whirlwind of snowflakes. The approaching crunches and thumps grow louder. Before you have time to react, a ball of gray and white knocks you onto your ass.

“Aaaand Strike!!” A man in a red, skin-tight suit and a fluffy bathrobe appears in front of you. “Sorry! The little guy’s very rowdy” He holds a hand out to you, but your butt remains planted on the ground. You stare at him, then at the shark by his side—is that its tail wagging? Yeah, you’ve definitely died. Because what the fuck is this?

“Am I dead?” you ask, eyes wide.

The man cocks his head to the side and then laughs to himself. “Didn’t you check the warnings? There’s no major character death here. This is pure fluff, baby.” He boops your nose and calls you a “silly goose.”

You smack his hand away from your face. “What are you—“

He cuts you off. “Are you gonna get up? Aren’t you worried your ass will freeze and fuse to the ground?” He pauses and mutters, “Is that even possible? I guess that’s up to the author.” You don’t think he’s even talking to you anymore. This man is clearly on something—he has a pet shark for crying out loud! Or maybe you’re the one tripping? Can hypothermia cause hallucinations? The creature pads up to you and sniffs your boot.

Considering how superpowers exist, a walking shark seems like a plausible concept. But seeing it with your own eyes does not quell your disbelief. “Is that, um, is that a shark?” you ask, reaching a tentative hand for the creature to sniff. Smooth skin leans into your touch, and vibrations rumble under your palm. You laugh, staring in awe as the shark rubs its head against your hand.

“His name is Jeff!!” There’s a lilt in the man’s tone, and the lower half of his mask lifts. The corners of your lips curl up in response.

“Hi, Jeff?” You pet Jeff on the head. His purrs send a pleasant tingle through your fingertips. Is this even biologically possible? Your thoughts are interrupted when a slimy tongue lathers your palm. You scrunch your nose but thank Jeff. His tail drums against the frost-ridden concrete.

“He likes you already!”

There’s one question that’s burning on the tip of your tongue. You glance at the man and whisper, “Is it insensitive of me to ask why he has legs?”

Red hands clamp over Jeff’s ears. “Shhhh! Not so loud! He doesn’t know he’s not supposed to have ‘em.” You stutter out an apology and scramble off the ground. Laughter rings through the howling wind. “I’m just messin’ with ya. Jeff and I are two peas in a pod; he was someone’s science project.”

You sigh, the tension melting from your shoulders.. “What about you? Who are you?” You know the shark’s name but not his. Come to think of it, you haven’t introduced yourself either. Although giving your name to a strangely dressed man is probably not a good idea.

“I’m Deadpool!” He points at himself. The eye area of his mask crinkles, and you roll your bottom lip over your teeth. You try to figure out if it’s some sort of stage name and if it correlates to his suit. Although you were under the impression that strippers wore less, not more.

Pursing your lips, you shake your head. “Never heard of it.”

He gasps, “Not it, him, me. I’m a highly coveted mercenary.” You can't decipher between pride and delusion in his tone. Most mercenaries you’ve seen on the news don’t sport fluffy bathrobes and fuzzy slippers. Or maybe it’s a tactic meant to disarm unsuspecting targets? Slippers do also make lethal weapons.

You raise a brow. “Ok, Mr. Desirable. What are you doing in the middle of a snowstorm dressed like that?” You glance down at the cute bunny slippers on his feet.

“Don’t you have eyes? Although if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be reading this.” He rubs his chin. “Maybe you use text-to-speech like Al,” he mutters. Sweeping his arms in a grand gesture, he directs your attention to Jeff chewing on an icicle. “I’m walking my shark!” Jeff pauses momentarily, glancing up at the two of you before resuming his gnawing. The ice clinks against his teeth and crackles when pieces crumble off.

A gust of wind ruffles your hair, and its freezing hands claw at your face. “You’re not cold?” you ask, shaking from the breeze. His suit doesn’t look very thick, and the bathrobe—there’s no way it’s providing him with any warmth—must be soaked by now. You don’t even want to imagine what walking in his slippers feels like.

“Nope, not unless you’re offering to warm me up. In that case, the rating would have to bump up a couple levels.”

You bark out a laugh, confused by the second half of his response. “Don’t I have to take you out to dinner first?”

He chuckles, and the warm timbre is a campfire in this blizzard. Suddenly the wind doesn’t sting as much as it did before. “Funny! I sure know how to pick ‘em.” You can't see, but you can hear the affection in his tone. It’s almost drowned out by the thumping of your heart. “And what are you doing in a snowstorm, beautiful stranger—who I definitely have never seen before?”

You hum, but no matter how much you prod your brain, you don’t recall seeing him before. His outfit—fluffy attire excluded—is hard to miss. “Looking for the cafe,” you answer.

He claps his hands, his body trembling with excitement. “Oooh, I could go for a peppermint mocha. Jeff loves eating whipped cream.” At the mention of whipped cream, the ground thuds with small tremors.

You glance at Jeff. “I don’t think sharks are supposed to ea—”

“I’m inviting myself on your perilous journey,” Deadpool butts in. His chest puffs up, and he squares his shoulders. The wind’s perfect timing billows his bathrobe behind him like a cape.

You cross your arms, an amused smile tugging at your lips.“Who said it was perilous?”

“Because you’ve been wandering in circles for the last 20 minutes. The cafe is right there.” He points to his right, and the faint light of the cafe sign winks at you. How did you not see that earlier?? It’s like something was preventing you from noticing it.

“The snow makes it hard to see,” you huff. Heat prickles your neck, and you crouch down to pet Jeff again.

Deadpool stares at you, his gaze searing into the crown of your head. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks.

You keep your eyes on Jeff. His large eyes look up at you, the remains of an icicle dangling between his teeth. You stroke his head, and the familiar rumble soothes you. Taking a deep breath, you look up at Deadpool. His gaze sends your stomach fluttering. Something about this man makes you want to know him better. You answer his question with another question. “Why? So you can warm me up later?”

He shuffles his feet and asks, “Is it working?”

You bite your lip, but a grin spreads across your face. “Why the hell not.”

Deadpool bounces on the balls of his feet, pumping a fist into the air. “Yes!” There’s a short intermission where he freestyles some dance moves. Jeff joins in with some stomps and spins of his own. The entire performance leaves you in tears, your chest aching with laughter and not the bitter chill of winter.

He holds his hand out to you. And this time, you accept it.

Bonus Scene:

Wade exits the cafe, carrying Jeff in his arms. “Jeff, buddy, you deserve an award for the ultimate wingman.” Today went even better than he expected! He’s seen you before but never gathered the courage to talk to you. You lived a relatively ordinary life, and well, he didn’t.

So when he was taking Jeff out on his daily adventure and saw you standing in the middle of the snowstorm…. He thought you looked stunning. Your cheeks and nose were tinged red, but the snowflakes sprinkled throughout your hair glimmered like tiny gems. For a moment, he didn’t dare breathe—terrified to ruin the beautifully crafted picture in front of him. So when his grip slackened, and Jeff bounded towards you, he panicked— a lot.

But you didn’t find him irritating at all. You even made jokes! How did he get so lucky? He can’t wait to—

“Mrrr!” Jeff kicks his limbs to grab Wade’s attention, his tail whipping his forearm.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the deal. I got two pounds of ribeye waiting at home.” His fingers skim Jeff’s underbelly, and the shark lets out a wheeze. His lips spread into a smug grin. “I knew single fathers are irresistible.” He’s already getting ahead of himself, fantasizing about how you would be a great shark parent. And while you can’t adopt a land shark at shelters, maybe you can adopt a cat instead! Jeff needs a buddy for when he goes out for a job.

Wade continues skipping to his apartment, giggling to himself. He replays today over and over inside his head.

“Mrr?”Jeff tilts his head, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“Of course I’m happy. I learned their name and got their phone number.” He shifts Jeff in his arms and fingers the napkin in his pocket.

“Mrrr.”

“I gotta double the steaks?” Wade gasps, holding Jeff up to meet his eyes. “You’re squeezin’ me dry here, buddy.” Jeff flicks his tongue and leaves a slimy trail across his mask. “Awww, fine. But only cause you helped me score a hot date for tomorrow.”

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End Note:

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Reblogs are appreciated!

#deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader #marvel x reader #deadpool #wade wilson #fluff #first meeting #Jeff is the ultimate wingman #He already told you there's no major character death #Why are you checking the tags #Brb repairing the fourth wall rn #gender neutral reader #no y/n

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i-identify-munitions-in-posts · 2 months

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Heya!

This blogs aims to help identify bombs, rockets, and other military munitions in posts (main is @frogblast-the-ventcore). Inspired by such greats as @i-identify-guns-in-posts and @identifying-cars-in-posts.

Send me a post or an ask, with a picture of a mystery munition, and I'll do my best to ID what you've sent. Response time will vary, as I am an adult meat popsicle human bean with a job and such. Munitions are the primary focus, but vehicles and small arms are also acceptable.

Context data is important. If you can tell me where and when a photo/picture was taken, that will greatly assist my efforts.

Last thing, I cannot always be 100% certain of any ID I make. THEREFORE, I will use the following scale of confidence intervals to judge how sure I am of a given ID (don't tell Defence Intelligence, they might come find me):

I will tag all posts with one of the above confidence intervals to let you know how sure or not I am of a given ID.

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lucy-moderatz · 6 months

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Sir, are you classified as human? Negative. I am a meat Popsicle.

#film: the fifth element #the fifth element #scifiedit #filmedit #things i made

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thevioletcaptain · 1 year

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#been waiting for days to make this as my first poll #perhaps it’s time to rewatch the fifth element #polls

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eightlawsofhealth · 2 days

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i am a meat popsicle

#the fifth element

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dalethesnail-blog-blog · 1 day

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Armored Core might be my favorite game of all time. I am a meat popsicle best boi committing war crimes for space daddy and disembodied alien gasoline girlfriend. And sometimes a nice doggo friend calls me his buddy. And then the final 3 chapters happen and I cry a lot. Then I get new game plus and I get to make new terrible things happen to people I only thought I liked. Perfect Game 11/10. The Pew-Pew-Pew-Pew was the best part, but I also liked the in depth menu where I build my mech to be faster and to shoot more guns until it's just a gun with legs to reduce weight and energy costs enough to equip a super big laser spike that my toothpick legs can barely carry.

#armored core #ac6 #ac6 spoilers #armored core vi #armored core 6 #c4 621

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duelpolis · 1 year

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Blizzard

Written for @super-secret-conspiracy’s Conspireshipping Secret Santa, for @millennial-ring! Merry Christmas!

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Marik was lounging on the couch watching TV when he heard the door to his and his boyfriend’s apartment slam open. Surprised, he looked over to the door. There stood Ryou, wearing a trenchcoat over a puffer vest, face red as a tomato, carrying several grocery bags and breathing heavily. He put the bags down and started heading out again.

“What are you doing?” Marik asked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“There’s a blizzard coming,” Ryou replied. “So I went and got groceries in case we get trapped.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me that?” the blonde prodded. “You left me all alone! I could have helped.”

“I’m sorryyyy, you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you!” His boyfriend apologized.

“Alright, alright, stop whining,” Marik scoffed. “But take those coats off before you roast. I don’t want to deal with a corpse in front of the front door.” His lips curled upwards into a teasing smile, one that Ryou knew all too well.

“Very funny, Marik. But I still need to get more.”

“Are you just going to cook the entire storm?”

“Depends on how bad it gets.”

Marik pouted. “At least let me come with you this time.”

“Then get a coat on!”

“Mmm… Don’t wanna.”

“Marik,” Ryou sighed, “I am wearing TWO HEAVY COATS, and I’m much more suited to winter weather than you are. I am not letting my boyfriend turn into a human popsicle. So go get a coat, or you’re not coming with me.”

“Fiiine.”

“You can have one of mine.”

Bakura pulled off the trench coat and held it towards the blonde.

“Don’t you need a coat too?” Marik protested.

“I have more trench coats in my closet.”

“I- Alright.” Marik took the coat from Ryou and put it on. He stuck his hands into the pockets and grinned. “Hell yeah, boyfriend coat!”

His boyfriend giggled. “You’re such a dork.”

“But ya love me.”

“I do,” Ryou answered. “Now let’s get going, before it gets colder. Maybe there are still some food stalls out so you can eat something other than popcorn.”

“I like the sound of that. Let’s go.” Marik took his boyfriend’s hand and pulled him outside, and the two embarked on their journey for more groceries.

“Ryou, Cheesecake, Love of my life, Pasty-ass bitch, can I have the rest of your taiyaki?”

“No, you can’t have my taiyaki, because you’re a vegetarian and there’s sausage in it.”

“What kind of sadistic bastard makes taiyaki with meat in it?” Marik huffed. “I highly doubt it goes well with the bean paste.”

“Not all taiyaki has the bean paste, Marik,” Ryou giggled. “It can have other fillings. And even if my taiyaki didn’t have sausage in it, you still haven’t finished your koshary.”

“Yeah, but your food always tastes better for some reason.”

His boyfriend snickered. “Fine, you can have the tail since it doesn’t have any filling, but I get your egg.”

“Wasn’t gonna eat it anyways.”

“Then why did you order it?”

Marik smirked.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Ryou asked. “Get an egg you wouldn’t eat on your koshary so you could steal the tail of my taiyaki?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re insufferable,” the platinum blonde laughed, using Marik’s chopsticks to take the fried egg from the dish.

Marik paused for a few seconds before replying. “W-well, we all know you’re dating me for my appearance and not my personality!” He chuckled weakly.

“Are you blushing?” Ryou asked.

“IT’S THE COLD!” Marik protested. “I’M NOT ENAMORED WITH YOUR LAUGH OR ANYTHING- fuck.”

“Sure you’re not,” his boyfriend giggled. “Let’s get home, silly.”

Marik opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. He would just have to accept defeat this time around.

“Fine, let’s go,” he huffed.

“Is the storm over yet?” Marik whined as Ryou worked in the kitchen.

“The storm just started, dear.”

“Uggghhh,” the blonde growled. “This is stupid. I can’t believe we have to stay inside this long.”

“You say this as if you go outside oh-so-often,” his boyfriend retorted.

“Shut up!” Marik protested. “I go outside all the time!”

“Only because I make you come with me.”

“Shut UP!!”

“If you want to freeze,” Ryou replied, “then be my guest.”

“...”

“That’s what I thought. Now come over here and get your cinnamon roll.”

“You made cinnamon rolls!?” Marik gasped. “I love you!”

“Is that what it takes to get an ‘I love you?’” the platinum blonde joked. “Baked goods?”

“...If you’re going to be snarky, I’m taking it back.”

Ryou snickered. “I love you too, Marik.”

“STOP DOING THAT!” the blonde protested.

“Doing what?”

“BEING SO GOSH DARN ADORABLE!”

His boyfriend giggled again. “It’s not my fault I’m cute!

“STOP IT!”

“I can’t change my face on a whim!”

“Why not!?”

“That’s just not how it works!!”

Ryou was laughing now, completely distracted from serving. Marik saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing the pan of cinnamon rolls off of the stove.

“Marik!” Ryou yelped. “You don’t get all of those! Give them back!”

“Kiss me first.”

The platinum blonde sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes, but he was smiling. “Alright, get over here.”

Marik leaned over, and his boyfriend planted a kiss to his lips.

“There’s your kiss. Now give me the cinnamon rolls and I’ll dish one out for you.”

The blonde handed him the cinnamon rolls, and he put two of them onto plates. He then held one out towards Marik.

“Yours is slightly bigger,” the blonde complained.

“I’m the one who put the work into baking them.”

“...Touché.”

“Anyways,” Ryou said, “I’m tired. Wanna curl up on the couch, eat our cinnamon rolls and watch a horror movie?”

“Ooh, can we watch another one of those slasher films? I like the one with the dude in the hockey mask,” Marik asked.

“Alright, I’ll get it set up,” the platinum blonde affirmed. “Can you go get the blankets?”

“Fiiiiine,” the blonde whined sarcastically. Ryou could tell it wasn’t serious, since he immediately started chuckling.

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork!” Marik countered.

“You are,” Ryou confirmed. “Couldn’t get rid of you if I wanted.”

“Because you loooove me.”

“Exactly.”

Just then, they heard a loud bang from the windows, causing Marik to jump a little.

“It’s just the shutters,” the platinum blonde consoled, patting his boyfriend’s shoulder. “You go get the blankets, I’ll get the cinnamon rolls and start the movie, and we can turn the TV up loud enough to cover up the storm. Deal?”

“Deal,” the blonde responded, heading towards their bedroom.

He came back within a few minutes, carrying the giant blanket they had gotten as a gift from Joey a few years back. He plopped down next to Ryou and threw the blanket over themselves, making sure not to cover the cinnamon rolls so the icing wouldn’t get on it.

“Thank you,” the platinum blonde said.

“Thank you for cinnamon rolls,” Marik replied.

Ryou turned on the movie and shifted himself so that he was leaning on his boyfriend.

“You know what Marik? I think this is my favorite Christmas I’ve celebrated in a while,” he smiled.

“...That was today?”

“Yes.”

“Dang it, I forgot!”

“It’s fine, Marik. We can exchange gifts and everything tomorrow. It’s not like we were supposed to celebrate with anyone else.”

“I guess you’re right,” Marik shrugged. “But we’re giving each other our gifts first thing tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ryou confirmed. “Now, let’s get to the movie.”

He hit play on the remote and relaxed. Half-way through, Ryou heard a soft snore. His boyfriend was sleeping. The platinum blonde smiled.

“Good night, Marik,” he whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

Neither of them noticed the end of the blizzard.

#yugioh duel monsters #yugioh #marik ishtar #ryou bakura #angstshipping #my writing #i've never written yugioh fanfic before #also i really like this ship now

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