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bussyslayer333 · 2 years

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Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

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eyeritestuff · 1 month

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Eddsworld x Reader Drabbles

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Characters: Tom

Warnings: None! Might get suggestive though…

Author’s note: This’ll be split into parts :3 How many ? Idk !! I’ll edit this post to add the links if i ever get to it.

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First impressions

> Tom is of particular interest to anyone he encounters. He stands out, and not just because of his literal voids-for-eyes, but because of that damn attitude.

> In 2024, it’s addressed as the sassy man apocalypse, but universally, Tom is dubbed an asshole… amongst a bunch of other very colorful colloquialisms.

> When Tom chooses to speak to anyone, it’s not the accent that swings first, it’s the quickness of his “don’t care” response that uppercuts, and he relishes in watching people struggle to find the words to respond.

> For whatever fantastical and universal reason, when he came across you, things were different… and no, he didn’t change overnight because he saw you and it was “love at first sight”. More so, your ability to rebuttal his stupidity stood out.. and he wanted to know what made you.. you.

> Admittedly, when you met Tom, you were hooked. Something about having a taste for men with a less than stellar track record.. and that’s putting it lightly.

> The light and unintentional tan, the eyes, the dirty blonde hair, the piercings, the way the moles on his face were placed in an aesthetically pleasing way… need you go on?

> You pondered if he had any muscle to match the verbal punches he gave those around him.

> He definitely smells like alcohol.. but you’re also picking up the scent of ‘male manipulator’ cologne.. it’s soft but it’s there.

> Totally random, but are those fuzzy dice hanging off the side of his jeans? Amazing. Goes well with the mini harpoon gun keychain next to it.

> “..and this is Tom! Tom, say hi to y/n!” The taller boy in green motioned to the freak in blue, and you beamed as you waved at him. He came prepared, however, with an umbrella that naturally blocked your rays. In other words, he had a resting bitch face.

> Cliche, but you knew that if push came to shove, he cared about hurting others— he has emotions. You just didn’t know how much it would take for him to show them.

> You had all the time in the world… well! Technically, as much time as your landlord wanted to give you when renewing the lease. You and the three taller boys in front of you lived in the same complex. You needed a place to stay while studying away at uni.. and this place was perfect. The fact new friends came with it was a plus you didn’t really see coming.

>“Twiddling with your hair isn’t gonna make it grow any longer.” a gruff voice said. You looked up to match the voice with Tom. His voice sounds like he just woke up from a bad hangover, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the exact scenario. Considering, well…

> “And drinking more won’t make the problems any better,” you retorted and gestured towards him and his flask , “exhibit A.” The blue boy was taken a back, clearly by the way his facial expression illustrated confusion.

> “Some people do it for the fun of it.”

> “Some people should really pick up a book if they consider taking a swigs’ a hobby..”

> “Oh really?”

> “Make the book high school biology, yes.” what a nerdy response , you say you yourself.

> The two of you stared each other down. Honestly though, what was there to stare into? Trying to find his soul was like walking in the dark, really. Your peripheral vision caught the redhead and the green hoodie boy fidgeting in place, so you knew to stop here.

> To your surprise, Tom’s face then broke character with a smile.

> Oh.. his smile.

> Toothy, sly, and alluring. Your face was heating up. The way his lips curled.. it was something you wanted to see more often. It’s decided then.

> “You’re different, y/n, I’ll give you that.” You then snapped back into reality after feeling his hand land on your shoulder a little rough like.. especially since the spiked bracelet he wore on that hand jabbed a little into your skin.

> Make no mistake, you were attracted to him surface level. However, you wanted to know more. Little did you know he shared the same sentiment.

How did you find out

> Tom sucks at compliments. No, really! Especially when he’s crushing on someone.

> He doesn’t want anyone to find out. Which is code for he doesn’t wanna seem vulnerable to anyone. His rationale is if he were to compliment someone, that person and the others around them will get to thinking.

> You, however, are blissfully unaware.

> Tom sucks at hiding his feelings. Shit, he sucks at hiding anything in general. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, and then expresses them in a pretty fucked up way. So, no, your ignorance isn’t because he’s good at bottling things in. It’s because you’re genuinely empty in the noggin.

> Everyone around you knows. Tom knows everyone knows. It’s just better if he gaslights himself into thinking otherwise, it helps him sleep at night.

> Your presence amongst the group is almost a daily occurrence. Edd tries to throw hints, but they’re drowned out but Tom’s sudden outbursts.

> Sudden outbursts could range from burping, shouting vulgarities, injuring himself ‘by accident’ and then channeling his inner sailor some more, or punches to the arm of the messenger. You take your guess, he’s probably done the latter.

> Back to the compliments. There was a particular time where Matt and you decided to have a silly little shopping trip. His invite! You guys went around 10 in the morning, only to come back to Matt’s apartment around 8 in the night. To your surprise, you see Edd and Tom already comfortable on the couch. Tom was in a tight band t-shirt and some sweats, while Edd wore a silly creeper onesie.

> “How was the adventure you two?” Edd hums and smiles. You struggled with your bags and gently placed them down to the side. You had quite a few and your arms felt a wave of relief once you set them down. “I had so much fun! Matt was super helpful in my wardrobe cleanse mission.”

> Matt frowned slightly as he set his bags down and his hands magnetized to his hips, “ What’dya mean cleanse? We didn’t buy cleaning supplies!” You giggled at his empty headed moment and changed the subject.

> “Want a fashion show?” You smiled once you noticed Edd’s visible excitement at the prospect. You also couldn’t help but notice Tom shifting in his seat at the mention. You took a glance in that direction and decided to be a little direct.

> “How about you, Tom?” He cringed at your question. Again, not because of your doing.. necessarily… but because he was nervous. His head was being imaginative, put it like that.

> “…Whatever..” He mumbled, and you shrugged it off. Fashion show time!

> You and Matt were having fun doing silly poses and pretending to vouge. Edd was super encouraging, loved every outfit, and even clapping to the music that was playing. Tom, however, was sunken in the sofa with his arms crossed just glaring at the floor.

> Tom isn’t and wasn’t going to praise you. Again, he had a weird stigma about compliments.

> However, those lowrise bell bottom jeans with that studded belt and that fitted sleeved shirt in what he knows is your favorite color. He couldn’t help but stare at your waist and what little view of your chest your shirt had to offer.

> You noticed how Tom rose in his seat, and felt your face break into a sly smile at the realization that he was interested. His face screamed that sentiment. Everyone noticed it too, and it quickly got silent.

> You try to poke. “What’s with the face, nerd.”

> He deflected next. “You look stupid.”

> “Do I really?”

> “Not gonna repeat myself twice.”

> “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’ve piqued your interest.”

> “You fucking wish. I’d never be into someone like you. Honestly, you’re such an air—”

> “Hey Tom, your face is really red… are you okay?”

> “Yeah.. Tom… you look like you’re suffocating! I’ve never seen you so-”

> Tom threw up his hands in surrender and shouted “I’m out!” With that, he stood up and walked out. There was a brief moment of silence before there was a slam of the door. You looked back at your friends and sighed, “Sorry guys.. maybe I took it too far..”

> “Seriously..?” Matt facepalmed.

> “What..! I Already said s—“

> “What Matt means to say is, have you really not noticed yet?” Edd asked genuinely concerned. You looked at him and laughed awkwardly before realizing he was serious. “What’s.. what.. huh..? What did I do.. wait- what’s going on?”

> “Tom is whipped for you, y/n,” Matt exclaimed, “Even I knew that!” You felt your face heat up and your head whipped around to face both at them.

> “Huh..?” is all you could manage out before you focused on Edd.

> “Yes! He just doesn’t know how to express it.“ You swing your head to look over to Matt and begin to twitch, “He needs to figure it out then!”

> “That’s the thing y/n, he doesn’t do that all the time. It’s just with you. Sure him and I have our moments, and then there was Tord, but those two genuinely couldn’t get along. Have you not noticed that after your arguments how he hides his face-” Matt then interjects, “Or that time when it was your birthday, and he helped you clean cake off your face after arguing about how much of a slob you were,” Edd then copied Matt, “or when you had just failed your chemistry exam, and all you could do was sulk and watch My Little Pony, and so he stayed the night with you saying the excuse that-“ and in unison the two sung: “I’m bored, and terrorizing y/n sounds like fun.”

> You felt your face heat up recalling just those handful of moments. “I thought he was just being a friend…” you mumbled.

> “It would…! If it was anyone but Tom, of course.” Edd chuckled and shrugged. He was right.

> The MLP binge watch weekend should’ve been so obvious. I mean, come on, you two shared a throw blanket and your legs intertwined with his. Tom isn’t touchy with anyone. You had failed a chemistry exam, yes. It got especially emotional since that week you were already feeling homesick, and you had sacrificed phone time with your family to study.. and failure. When Tom came over, you’d cry everytime the episode had a familial lesson— it sucked. Next thing you knew, Tom put aside your one sided beef when he wrapped you into a tight hug.

> “Well what now…?”

> “Run to him!!!” Matt exclaimed dramatically.

> Do you even wanna give the punk rock boy a chance?

How did he find out

> Laying there sprawled out across his bed was Tom. His bed was the safe haven in the mess that was his room.

> Dirty room. Very Cluttered. Clothes scattered the floors, clean and dirty. It smelled like his cologne took a stroll through a bar.. minus the pungent scent of stomach acid.

> His bed consisted of his precious Tomee bear, two pillows with gray cases on them, and 6 blankets. Half of those blankets were throws, but still.. why so many blankets?

> Posters scattered across his room walls. Old band posters, classic anime franchises, and a few posters of video game crushes he had over the years. In the corner was a cluster of polaroids of all his friends! Yes, Tord included… and yes, even you.

> Tom found himself shifting his gaze from the white ceiling to that corner. There was a picture you took where he was caught mid laugh and you took the opportunity and posed with your polaroid. He loved that picture, to the point where he placed it in a position where it would be the first one his eyes went for. That day, he thought you looked the prettiest. Not like you don’t look pretty everyday, it’s just that one he appreciated because you were in bliss. All he could do that entire night was fight back a smile when you smiled, when you laughed, and when you looked at him with those caring warm eyes.

> “What am I thinking…” He groaned and threw his hands over his face. He wants to tell you, trust, he really does! He’s just.. afraid of rejection.

> It’s a pretty typical fear amongst many people. So he wasn’t alone. He just feels humiliated and embarrassed for having weaknesses. What if those feelings transferred to the relationship? Is there even a potential relationship.

> Gosh you were so pretty to him. He loved every detail about you. There wasn’t a moment he didn’t fantasize about you. He’d probably take you to a museum for a first date.

> Tom loves art. It’s kinda obvious. Unless you view music and art as separate catagories that never merge.. then I don’t know what to tell you.

> He noticed what kind of media you consume, which was a lot of animation, and he wanted to explore other genres with you on that first date. So what better place than a museum?

> There was a knock.

> It shook the man out of his fantastical wonderland, and he shot up.

> Tom has this terrible habit of opening the door without checking the peephole. Opening the door he found himself devoid of air coming face to face with the person in front of them.

> It was you.

> You weren’t wearing the outfit you were modeling earlier. To be fair it’s been about 2 hours since then. You were wearing a silly cat onesie, and in your hand was a reusable grocery bag. Unknown to him, you gambled on having a sleepover with him, and in your bag was a bunch of ingredients to make milkshakes.

> He didn’t have the energy to disguise the emotions he was feeling, and leaning against the door frame, he spoke to break the ice.

> “Uhh, what’s- What’s up ?”

> “Wanna have a sleepover?”, you smiled and shifted the bag to the front of your knees and grabbed it with both hands.

> “Uhmm..” he shifted off the doorframe and let out an unsure sigh. Grabbing the ends of his fitted band tee, he pulled and looked behind him.

> “If it’s a mess you’re worried about, I don’t mind! I can even help you clean up.” you offered.

> “Oh no- you.. you don’t have to do that. Uh. I’m down, I was just caught off guard because when you showed up I was zoned out.” he nervously laughed and opened his door wider, gesturing for you to walk in.

> You walked in and set the grocery bag down on the kitchen island to the left. He went straight for the bag and started snooping while you started picking up items to clear the space you were going to get comfortable in.

> “Smirnoff…?” He said in an almost childlike wonder way.

> “Ah, yeah,” you started, “I remembered it was your go to at bars, and I wanted to see how it would taste in a milkshake.”

> Oh you were perfect.

> “Also, Tom, We need to talk.. but don’t get mad with me.”

> Tom scoffed and turned around to start the dishes, “I could never be mad at you y/n, don’t be stupid.”

> “I don’t, actually. I feel like some of our bickers are not jokes.”

> “Well to clarify, I’m only teasing.”

> “Back to the point, Tom,” you started and he hummed in response, “I like you Tom.”

> No.

> “Yeah me too y/n. You’re fun to be around.”

> “Nono, Tom, I mean.. romantically.”

> The sound of dishes stopped with a crash of glass. Nothing broke, but it was loud enough to startle you.

> You stood up and turned to look towards Tom to see him standing there with wide white eyes and a red face.

> “What..?” He said like a child, and it made you laugh.

> “Yeah, I love being around you, I like your presence.. albeit I could live without the insults, but I love your sass and your jokes. You’re funny, you’re pretty, and I wanna know more about you.. more than the Tom I know.”

> “y/n.”

> “Yea?”

> “I don’t even know what to say in this situation, but know I do feel the same. I feel strongly..? If I could jump off the walls like a damn molecule, I would. Y/n, I really like you too.”

> “Oh what a relief. For a second, you had me believing that the boys were wrong.”

> Tom laughed.. out loud. It made your heart melt because it was a genuine one for once, “You dummy! I’m sure you had Edd and Matt biting their fingernails in frustration over this.”

> “i’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner!”

> “I’m just happy you noticed at all.”

#tom x reader #tom x reader eddsworld #fanfic #eddsworld #eddsworld fanfic #tom fanfic #eddsworld x reader #i don’t know what else to tag this i’ve never written fanfiction before #tom eddsworld #ew tom #tom ew #eddsworld tom #ew x reader

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somebluemelodies · 6 months

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Twelve-year-old, almost thirteen-(it's a very important distinction) year-old Cellbit who's decidedly suspicious of the group that overlooks the strange island he moved to: the Federation. It claims total perfection and safety, but something just feels... off. He may be young, but he can just tell. That's what an investigator does, after all!

That said, him and his twin sister Bagi decide to spend hours at a time, almost every single day, theorizing and trying to learn more about the Federation. There isn't much to work with, though, no matter how far they venture, no matter how many new places they find.

He's by himself one day when he discovers an unfamiliar path in the forest, and following it leads him to the edge of the trees. Just a few meters beyond the treeline stands a white gate, seemingly surrounding an also white large building looming in the near background.

This. This is what they've been looking for.

And it's on the other side of the fence he sees a boy looking his age sat in the grass, an IV pole beside him. He's wearing an all-white hospital gown (what is with the Federation and white?), but there's a blue bandana tied in his dark hair.

Cellbit's eyes widen at the sight of him. Cute.

He nearly runs off when the boy makes eye contact with him, an overwhelming shyness tiding over him at the other's surprised face. But then the boy smiles, and it's so warm and infectious and Cellbit's heart beats at a rapidness he's never felt before, moving closer to the fence instead and putting his hands on it.

There's a million and one questions rushing through his brain, but he can't stop staring at the boy's face with this new fuzzy feeling and it's starting to make his brain fuzzy, too, and-

"Hola."

"Oi..."

"Do you wanna play? We can play through the fence." The boy holds up dice Cellbit hadn't seen.

Cellbit nods slowly after a moment, lowering himself to the ground as the other carefully gets to his feet, bringing the IV pole with him and parking himself back on the ground right in front of Cellbit.

"What are you playing with only dice?"

"It's a game my... caretakers taught me. It's easy! I can teach it to you."

So, that's exactly what the boy does. They play, and they talk, and Cellbit can only hope he'll remember the way back here.

#this au has been occupying so much fucking space in my brain #SO MUCH SPACE #i'm obsessed with it #this is not the end #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit childhood au

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bellysoupset · 1 year

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ooh for jonah as a caretaker, could you write him taking care of a very feverish leo, but in front of the team, and they all get to see his soft and fuzzy side for once? he tries to hide it but leo really is very sick and being very adorable, and keeping a straight face is hard when your giant bf is stuck to you like a koala

"Don't you have anything normal to eat?" Vince asked loudly, head shoved inside of Jonah's fridge, "like- What even is this?" he held up a jar of orange... puree? Ice cream?

"It's a carrot cloud and tangerine puree- Please put it back, it can't be exposed to ai-" Jonah started to scold him, only for Leo to let out a groan and move next to him, promptly shutting him up, "are you okay?"

Leo grimaced, resting his head on Jon's shoulder, "not feeling too hot, no."

Immediately alarm spiked through him and Jonah turned to get a good look of his boyfriend's face. Leo had been over the roof with happiness so far, competitiveness brimming out of him as he kicked Wendy's ass in monopoly and charades.

He hadn't even lost, so Jonah could place the sudden shift of his mood in being a sore loser. Instead his blue eyes were suddenly overly shiny and his face had dipped into fish-belly white, instead of its healthy shade.

"Are you nauseous?" Jonah lowered his voice, as if somehow that would stop Wendy and Lucas, who were sitting right across from them, from listening, "was it the wine? I told you to not chug port-"

"No," Leo frowned, rubbing at his temple, "not nauseous, I just think I have fever, can you check?"

Jonah cupped his face, scoffing when he met overly warm skin, "yeah, you're definitely feverish, baby."

"I meant with a thermometer, Jon. I could've told you that," Leo scoffed and Jon heard Wendy snicker from behind him.

"Okay, everybody get the fuck out of my house," Jonah got up from the couch, chugging the rest of his whiskey and already moving towards where they kept the first aid kit, "out, go aw-"

"No," Leo frowned, "no, Jonah, don't be ridiculous, we're having fun."

"Not anymore we're not-"

"Stop," Leo glared at him sternly and, much to the other three's surprise, Jonah deflated from his righteousness.

"But you're sick..."

"Leo's sick?" Vince frowned, being the only one who hadn't heard their whispers from the kitchen.

"I'm sure it's just the start of a cold and I'm having fun," Leo scoffed, "stay, don't listen to him."

"Are you sure?" Wendy frowned, "it's getting pretty late anyway-"

"Great, now I feel like I ruined the night," Leo grumbled and now they were all hostages. They couldn't possibly leave without making him feel worse.

"Alright, one more round of charades and then we'll go," Vince decided for them, returning to couch with a packet of biscuits, "Leo? You want some?"

"Who gave you my biscuits?" Jonah scoffed as he walked back to the living room, thermometer in hand, "Leo bought those just for me."

"You're a horrible host," Vince rolled his eyes, ignoring his complaints and continuing to eat.

"Maybe you're a horrible guest," Jon shrugged, then softened as he turned to Leo, "under the tongue," he held out the thermometer, "I got you some water, I don't think it's wise for you to take meds right now, since you were drinking."

"Uhm," was Leo's elaborate response, sprawling on the couch so he could rest his cheek on Jon's thigh. Jonah's muscle memory answered before he did, as he slid down on the couch to make it more comfortable and started to pet Leo's hair.

"What?" he snapped, noticing the other three staring at him, "aren't you gonna play your dumb game?"

"Jon," Leo groaned and he sighed.

"Sorry," he mumbled, not really to the others, but to Leo, "go ahead, start the game."

Wendy didn't bother hiding her amused smile as she threw the dice and then fished out a card from the pile of cards, making sure none of the others could see what she had drawn.

Leo moved slightly, holding out the thermometer, "what does it say?" he asked, holding it up. Jon's thermometer was in Celsius, since it was one of the things he had brought with him from europe.

"It says you're sick," Jonah scoffed, glaring at the 38,2º staring back at him, "how the hell did you get a fever this high out of nowhere? You seemed to be feeling alright before..."

"Uhm, alcohol helped," Leo blushed and Jonah squinted at him.

"You mean you lied."

"I mean I felt good enough to not realize the symptoms were bad," Leo moved in his lap so he could look at him in that unimpressed manner, "I didn't lie."

"Symptoms?" Jonah squinted at him, ignoring as he noticed Vince leaning in to whisper with Lucas, both of them with idiotic smiles on, "now it's plural?"

"No..."

"Fever and what else?" Jon wasn't about to risk it, he started prodding Leo all over, just to have his boyfriend sigh and curl up further against him, hiding his face against his stomach.

"Just a sore throat."

"And that just hit you too?"

"Be nice to me," Leo pinched his side, voice muffled by Jonah's shirt, "stop scolding."

"I'm not scolding," Jonah grumbled, moving even more down on the couch and deciding there was no way he could keep facing the coffee table. Instead he changed positions, so he too could stretch his legs on the couch and Leo opened a pleased smile, promptly draping himself over him, "not sick, uh?"

Leo let out a huff, face pressed to his chest and Jonah rolled his eyes, planting his lips on top of his hair, letting his hand go up and down his boyfriend's back. He wished he had caught this on early enough to get some medicine in him, instead of the four glasses of port wine currently swirling in his bloodstream, that certainly weren't helping with the fever one bit.

"Jon," Wendy whispered in his ear, snapping him out of it. He realized Lucas had folded the charades board and put away the cards back in backpack, Vince too had all the glasses in his hands and was tiptoeing back to the kitchen.

"Uhm?"

"We're leaving," she continued to whisper in his ear, "text me if you need anything or want me to cover tomorrow. Love you," she pressed a kiss on his cheek and Jonah blushed, but didn't say anything else, not wanting to risk Leo opening his eyes and realizing all their friends were leaving quietly.

He felt, instead of hearing, as Vince messed up his hair on the way out and Lucas squeezed his shoulder, then the front door creaking and closing with a soft click.

Jonah sighed, relaxing back against the pillow and Leo let out a small noise, squeezing him a little tighter.

"Is it my turn to guess?" he asked, voice slurred by sleep, still thinking they were playing.

"Not yet," Jon lied, continuing to pet his hair, "I'll wake you up when it's your turn."

#mywriting #sickfic #fever #leo wagner #fuck the queue this was SO SOFT i need to post now

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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HEYYY LOVE YOUR BLOG YOU'RE AN AWESOME MUTUAL FRRRR. For the ask game: 🧡🐸🌿

ILYT <33333

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

hmmm... i LOVE pink, but there are certian shades of it that i do NOT like at all. like dusty rose/ mauveish pinks... not my fave...

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

hmm... i dress like a plus size kurt cobain asldfjslj but beyond my clothes i loveeee pink and sparkles and pretty things. my car has a fuzzy pink steeringwheel cover and pink dice on the mirror, my room is just a bunch of fun sparkly trinkets and cutesy things, it's very kitchy and feminine :) my friends compare me to ms. frizzle if that helps hahaha

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

ok my REAL favorite outfit is just a pair of leggings under my Emotional Support Sweatshirt (an oversized red winnie the poo hoodie i got at goodwill) but if i'm going out somewhere i think i'd have to say i love my summertime baby-blue dress with spaghetti straps (i got it in the maternity section of target years ago hahaha) and some boots or sneakers, with my favorite jean jacket on top (also from goodwill) and lots and lots of gold jewelry :)

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pickledpascal · 6 months

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New Perspective

Chapter Seven: I'm Not Your Friend (Damn)

Warnings: jarpad being a bitch again, transphobia, alcohol, smut, oral sex, could be seen as drunk sex?? not really tho

Word Count: 3.4k

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Reply to @ pickledpascal by @ deanswifite: AVERY HUH??

Avery designated Friday as the night they'd go out. She got dressed up in a loose navy sweater, a long black skirt paired with white socks and matching navy loafers. It seemed she had a shoe for every occasion. So did Jensen. Except he didn't have full access to his closet. He wore a simple leather jacket that had silver accents around the sleeve and down the front—underneath was a black long-sleeved shirt—a pair of dark-washed jeans, and some deep brown boots. Jensen didn't know exactly where they were going, just that it was a bar, so he decided to dress accordingly.

Jensen blew on his recently black-painted nails. Avery was bored earlier since she didn’t have anything to do so she decided it would be fun to treat Jensen to a bit of a spa day. She painted his nails, they did a face mask together, and he watched her do her eyeliner for the night. It made his chest swell.

Avery whistled when she saw Jensen in his outfit. "Hope you're ready for a million horny college kids trying to flirt with you." She joked. Though it was likely going to happen.

Jensen wrapped an arm around Avery's waist, bringing her close. "I know how to let people down. Especially considering my beautiful girlfriend is gonna be with me." He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he heard a clinging of keys.

The pair made their way outside the house to the driveway that housed Avery's car. A 1965 Ford Mustang convertible with a soft top and white-rimmed wheels in electric blue. How the hell had he not noticed it before? It was a beauty of a car. He looked up at Avery bewilderment in his eyes. The more time he spent with Avery, the more she seemed less human and more human at the same time.

"I got it for a cheap price. Got my brother to fix it up for me." Avery explained as they got in. She had a feeling Jensen was a bit confused as to why someone like her would have such an old car. "It rides like a brand new car."

The inside had white upholstery with matching electric blue stitching and a modern-looking radio in the middle, an outlet to use the aux. The Mustang logo was stitched onto a part of the dash. The gear stick was made with bright red leather and had a few hair ties around it. Funnily enough, the rearview mirror had a pair of black fuzzy dice hanging from it. Jensen almost felt transported back to the '60s.

"Your brother?" Jensen asked as Avery started up the car with a roar. He knew she had other family besides just her parents but she never really talked about them.

Avery bit the inside of her cheek, hair blowing from the wind as she drove but the wall of glass in front of them shielded her from most of it. "Yeah. He's the only family member I keep in contact with. He lives up in Charlotte though. Corporate job. But one of his favorite pastimes is fixing up cars, selling them. He wants to be the next Jay Leno or something, I swear." She chuckled.

Jensen smiled softly. He wondered if he'd ever meet her brother. Being the only family member she liked had to mean something. Or maybe her brother was like a friend she'd text hello to whenever he crossed her mind and that was it. He looked outside at the city of Columbia at night. It felt more akin to a real city at night. With the twinkling lights of high-up buildings and hoards of people walking around downtown.

Avery parked on the side of the street and locked the car as she and Jensen got out. She put her keys in her bag before she intertwined her hand with Jensen's to lead him into the bar.

It was a hole-in-the-wall kind of bar like most college bars were except it felt less juvenile. Like it was tailored more towards the upperclassmen and not Freshmen who just wanted to get drunk every night of the week. A wall of dollar bills was behind the bar with little notes written in sharpie or pen, there was a small dance floor surrounded by tables, and speakers on the walls playing whatever pop music was on the radio.

Avery led Jensen to the bar top and sat down. "Hey, Andrés." She greeted one of the bartenders with familiar eyes.

"Hey, babe." After a little while, Jensen grasped that saying 'babe' was common among friends of Avery's age. "Why you here when you clearly got a tall drink of water?" They glanced at Jensen with a flirtatious—but not lustfully—charged look.

Avery shook her head. "It's his first time in Columbia. Didn't want to only show him my house."

"If I were you, I'd keep him there." Andrés laughed. "What're you drinking?" He turned to Jensen.

Jensen blinked at the question, simply enjoying their interactions. "I'll take a rum and coke for now." The response was in a bit of a panic but he did genuinely like rum and coke. Plus it's been a little while since he had some sort of cocktail, he's been drinking just beer for months.

Avery hummed when Andrés got to making their drinks. He already knew her order. A gin and tonic with a splash or two of grenadine to give the drink some semblance of flavor besides just alcohol. Whether or not she came here for the alcohol was a mystery to Jensen. She said she wasn't much of a drinker, even during weekends or after a big exam. Maybe she just wanted to come to see a friend.

"You come here often?" Jensen asked, cursing at himself at how corny that line was. But he wanted to know.

Avery pursed her lips, trying her best not to smile. It was corny. That's what made it funny. "Once a month or so, just to see some friends," She answered honestly. "Or to pick up some friends." Jensen gave her a questioning look. "I do have other friends outside my roommates." She teased softly. "He's just busy being in the nursing school which doesn't give him a lot of time to hang out. Unless it's one AM and bars are open."

Jensen chuckled softly. He knew Avery had more friends than he'd met but her and her roommates seemed so close that he nearly forgot. There was a whole population of college kids and she just so happened to know some of them. "Does he go on a bender a lot?" He asked as Andrés handed them their drinks before he went to attend to some other patrons.

"Nah. Only when school really gets to him." Avery took a sip of her drink and sighed contentedly.

Jensen's finger tapped against his glass before he took a sip from his drink. His phone went off and he glanced at Avery apologetically as he answered it without checking the caller ID. "Yello?" He hummed, causing Avery to let out a laugh. He answered the phone like a middle-aged man but what else could she expect? He was one.

"Hey, Jay." Jared's voice filtered through to Jensen's ear. Avery watched as Jensen's face hardened. He hadn't talked to Jared since ChiCon and he wasn't too keen on having another conversation with him. "How've you been?"

Jensen humored him. "Fine." But not too much.

"Look," Jared sighed. "People are gonna know soon. They know where you are. Or have a general idea. I'd let her go now."

Jensen narrowed his eyes. What the hell was he insinuating? "Know what, Jared?"

"They're bound to find out Avery's trans. They're gonna speculate. Make up lies." Jared explained as if he was just looking out for his friend. It was true a lot of fans found Avery's Instagram but she didn't have anything in particular about her being trans, it was mostly just pictures of her and friends with a few mentions of being queer but that was the extent of it. "I know you're not gay but who knows? Fans might think so."

Jensen had to close his eyes to digest his shock. And here he thought he might have a chance of having a normal conversation. That hope died. "I can confidently say I don't fucking care if people think I take it up the ass. Some of them already do. And so what if I like girl dick? There's a clear difference. Because she's a fucking girl." Avery slapped a hand over her mouth from surprise. She had to suppress her laugh.

"That doesn't matter here—" Jared started.

"Yes it does." Jensen sighed, rubbing his forehead slightly. Talking with Jared was aging sometimes. "Fans do talk but I think a majority of them want me to be happy. Which I thought you wanted too. Not so sure anymore." He admitted softly. Jared had been his best friend for years and it felt bittersweet that he was on the verge of breaking that. "You want me to be happy on your terms. A normal, "real" girl. Sorry to say it, bud, but Avery is a real girl just with extra parts." He hung up and shot the rest of his cocktail down his throat. Strangely, it was the carbonation of the coke that burned the most.

Avery watched Jensen, sliding her hand over his on the bar top. "You don't need to fuck up your life just for me, y'know?" She said seriously.

Jensen shook his head at Avery and tried to joke, "Wait 'til you meet my family then we'll see if I actually fuck up my life." Avery's face went serious. He realized the joke was in bad taste. "Sorry." He coughed, collecting himself. "I didn't mean that. If they don't like you just for who you are, they weren't meant to be in my life anyway. I don't care who might talk shit about me at Thanksgiving dinner."

Avery gave him a look of doubt. Family was important to a lot of people and she assumed Jensen was the same.

Feeling a surge of confidence likely from the alcohol, Jensen pressed a kiss to her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to show you just how serious I am?"

"What…" Avery rasped as the realization hit her. "I–" She wanted Jensen so badly and he returned the feeling but there was a difference in wanting to be intimate and actually doing the act. She feared that would change for Jensen. "Let's go home."

Jensen glanced around the bar and spotted a few college kids watching them. With their phones out. He cupped Avery's cheek and kissed her. Her lips tasted like gin with some sweetness of the grenadine. He liked it. Jensen deepened the kiss, feeling drunker off her than his drink. Avery let out a noise of surprise, bracing herself with a hand on his thigh.

Avery pulled away slightly, suddenly feeling very aware they were in public. "Jensen…" She whispered as she admired the redness of his lips and the way his eyes darkened at the sound of her voice. "Home." She reminded him softly.

Jensen nodded as he stood, taking out his wallet to place a few twenties on the counter. Avery glanced from the cash to Jensen and had to reboot her brain to remember that she was in love with a rich man. Maybe Elena's comment about him being akin to a sugar daddy was true. Avery followed after Jensen, taking a glance at Andrés just to see him wink from behind the bar.

The drive back home was tense. Jensen's heart was beating fast, his face felt hot even though the wind was blowing around him. But he strangely felt calm. On the other hand, Avery was incredibly nervous. It's been a while since she'd been with anyone intimately. She wasn't scared. Well. Maybe a little bit.

As soon as Avery opened the door to the house, Jensen started to press kisses to her neck. He snuck his hand underneath Avery's sweater as she let out a sigh, guiding them into her room before they went any further. She sat down on the bed, pushing off her shoes and socks as Jensen shouldered off his jacket and shirt. Avery looked up at him and shamelessly appreciated his body.

"Your turn." Jensen whispered with a light smirk, lifting Avery's top from her chest. She let him. He ran a hand down her bare side, taking in the sight of her in a bra and the soft muscle on her torso. "You're beautiful." He leaned forward to press kisses to her jaw, grazing her skin with his teeth.

Avery breathed. "Jensen… What…" She didn't want to ruin the mood by asking what he planned on doing. As much as Jensen expressed he was fine with being the bottom and what came with being the bottom, Avery still had her doubts.

Jensen had a feeling she'd feel that way. He lowered himself between Avery's legs, getting on his knees. He ran a hand up her thigh to grab the elastic band of her skirt and pulled it down her legs. "I'm gonna suck your dick." He said as if it was his mission to.

Avery swallowed thickly, her face felt hot. Jensen was between her legs and stared at her like he was going to consume her. In a way, he was. "Okay." Her breath was soft. Accepting. He was so determined Avery's heart started to pound in her chest. She widened her legs, giving Jensen more space.

At the admission, Jensen slipped his fingers under Avery's plain black underwear as he buried his face in her solid stomach and pressed a few kisses to her sternum. A breathy laugh left her lips. So she was ticklish there? He pulled her underwear down and threw it off to the side so her bottom half was completely bare. Jensen took in the sight of her dick then glanced up at Avery who was watching for his reaction.

Jensen kept eye contact with her as he wrapped a hand around Avery's dick and began to stroke it slowly. After eliciting a whine from her lips is when Jensen gave her an experimental lick. Avery ran a hand through his hair, brushing a few stray strands away from his face.

One would think Jensen was put off by handling a dick that wasn't his own but he truly didn't care that much. He kind of liked it. As long as it was Avery. What she was packing didn't matter.

After a few more small licks and kisses, Jensen took her in his mouth. The weight was strange but warm. He liked it. Especially the way Avery let out another light whimper and admired the way his lips wrapped around her cock. "Honey…" She sighed. "You look good like this." Something in her had to say it.

Jensen hummed, sending shivers down Avery's spine. After simply having her in his mouth, Jensen started to move his head. The eye contact was starting to get to Avery. She bunched her sheets in one hand while the other tangled in Jensen's hair. He liked that too. The sight of her losing more and more patience, looking wrecked and hot. But she never pushed. Just let Jensen work.

He swallowed Avery down to the base of her dick, swirling his tongue. Jensen was suddenly very glad he didn't have a gag reflex.

"Fuck." Avery whined, griping Jensen's hair harder. "Good boy." A slip of her tongue.

Jensen nearly choked, surprised that he liked being called that. But then again past him would probably be far more surprised he was sucking a girl's cock. With a new wave of arousal, Jensen bobbed his head faster.

"You liked that, huh?" Avery moaned softly. She didn't expect an answer given his mouth was a little busy. She swallowed down a whine as she drew in a sharp breath. "Ah… I-I think I'm close."

Jensen felt excited. Almost giddy. He let go of Avery's dick from his mouth with a light pop and placed a soft kiss on the tip. His lips were swollen and glistening with his own saliva. Avery's fingers twitched at the sight. He stroked her faster, opening his mouth to stick out his tongue. Jensen wanted to taste her cum and perhaps get a little on his face.

Avery could tell what he wanted and imagined what he'd look like for a second. Her brain stopped at the stimulation between Jensen stroking her dick and the images in her mind. "God, fuck–" Her eyebrows furrowed as her face contorted into pleasure. "Faster, please."

Jensen complied, planting his tongue on her shaft. Seemingly, that was all it took for Avery to orgasm. Like he wanted, Jensen caught some cum in his mouth while some dripped from his face. She tasted a bit salty but mostly sweet. He pressed his tongue against her slit to lick up every last drop then pressed a few kisses to her shaft. He didn't miss the satisfied look Avery gave him.

"You look…" Avery had to catch her breath as she let go of his hair and wiped a few drops off the side of his cheek and some in his beard. "Absolutely fucked."

Jensen's tongue peeked from between his teeth, resting his head against Avery's thigh. He liked the way her chest rose and fell. "I think I am." He mumbled. He was still pretty hard but his brain was fried. He wasn't sure if he'd be conscious if they did decide to do anything else that night.

Avery tilted his chin upward. "We need to get you cleaned up." She whispered. She wanted to see Jensen like this all the time. Perhaps that was a little selfish to think knowing the sight was exclusive to her.

Jensen licked his lips, catching a drop on his tongue. "That sounds like a good idea." He moved to sit on the bed as Avery found and pulled up her underwear. He appreciated the curve of her ass as she bent down.

"I'm gonna grab a hand towel." Avery hummed softly.

Jensen watched her leave and unbuttoned his jeans to add them to his pile of clothes. He hadn't slept next to Avery in just her lingerie before. He wondered how he'd handle the skin-to-skin contact. Soon, Avery came back with a damp rag and gently wiped his face.

"There." Avery smiled softly. Her heart swelled with love. She couldn't believe what just happened. Jensen was good at head. She dropped the rag in with her laundry. "Out of curiosity… where did you learn how to—"

"Suck dick?" Jensen asked with amused eyes. "Dunno. Sometimes things just come naturally to me." He shrugged. "Especially with the way you sounded… I knew I was doing something right."

Avery and Jensen laid in bed, legs tangled together. "You really are something." Avery couldn't believe just how loving—giving—he was. Her mind slipped back to their conversation a few nights ago. She wondered how much he could receive too.

Jensen nuzzled his face into Avery's neck. He knew she liked the feel of his beard against her skin and he liked the way she would cradle the back of his head when he fit his face between her neck and shoulder. "What can I say? You bring out the best in me." He said it teasingly but he meant every word.

Avery wrapped her arms around Jensen's waist and let out a happy sigh. She didn't want him to leave. She liked being with him. She liked the way he interacted with her friends. She liked meeting his friends. It was all so perfect. A wash of melancholy overtook her. But then there was a wave of excitement.

Halloween was tomorrow. And Avery and Jensen were going as Barbie and Ken.

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feelslikelalala · 1 year

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eras costume ideas

cowboy like me

maroon

lavender

cardigan

ivy (what i’m probably going as but i won’t gatekeep)

wine stained dress

blood soaked gown

shake it off cheerleader

blank space mascara running

james dean daydream + red lip classic couples costume

not a lot going on at the moment

junior jewels

cat

sexy baby

you need to calm down burger and fries

rep bodysuit

snake costume

velvet green hood from willow

mirrorball

french guy (paris)

shirt that says fuck the patriarchy

this speak now dress

red scarf

we are never ever getting back together pajamas

slay slay slay / all you had to do was slay (up to interpretation)

sparkly for midnights

the lover house

bride (champagne problems)

peace sign

the shape of your body it’s blue (paint yourself blue)

devil with fuzzy dice

BOMBALURINA

statue of liberty (wtny)

fence and five holes in it

alice in wonderland (sorry diana)

literally any tour or music video outfit

#taylor swift #i really got on a roll here #x

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woongisi · 1 year

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No Empty Space // Eric x Sunwoo

sub!Kim Sunwoo x dom!Eric Sohn // SMUT

WC// 1.7k

Synopsis// After a long day, Eric's not keen on sharing the sofa. Sunwoo decides he can change that.

Warnings// anal, dry humping, name calling, praise kink

Author's Note// BYOK cultural reset! I wanted to post something entirely new but yknow. whatever. here's something from a few months ago that was totally out of my comfort zone bc i normally do x reader :)

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“Sunwoo, hurry up! This is a race, is it not?” Eric’s voice called back against the wind. After a long day of running the city streets and causing various mischief, the sun shone its goodbyes across the horizon’s expanse to call an end to another hot summer day. The younger of the two had called a race back to the car and made a run for it in an instant. Sunwoo, maintaining a casual stroll, smirked in expectation. Only steps after his exclamation and mere feet from the car, Eric tripped over his own feet and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Sunwoo darted ahead with a laugh suppressed between his lips before lifting Eric by the arms, turning to press his own back against the side of the car. “I won.”

Eric whined and writhed against Sunwoo’s grip. “Whatever! You just got lucky. Now get in, asshole, we’re going to your house.” Sunwoo climbed into the passenger’s side only after calling shotgun as if there was anybody else to take it to begin with. Eric’s car was a sight on its own with a glossy black exterior that seemed to never hold claim to any blemish. Its interior was largely trimmed in off-white leather with black at the seams. Red fuzzy dice hung from the front mirror, a gift from Sunwoo for the sole purpose of making the car seem tacky. The engine started up with a low purr and welcome chime.

The drive to Sunwoo’s house was no longer than 5 minutes in length but plenty enough for him to glance over at Eric’s focused expression and sweat coated brow. When driving, Eric had a habit of taking his bottom lip softly into his mouth every time he made a turn… a habit that never failed to make Sunwoo’s stomach churn. However unsafe, Eric drove with one hand at the top of the steering wheel and the other dropped between his thighs that presented a subtle flex of his triceps.

The youngest’s outfit for the day was simple yet undeniably effective. For a shirt, he donned a simple, loosely fitted white tank with dropped armholes that he kept tucked into black cargo pants. Sunwoo on the other hand wore a cropped Hysteric Glamour top (that may or may not have been a normal length prior to an unfortunate round of laundry) and denim shorts that cut off at the knees. Formerly he’d had a bomber jacket colored red white and blue, but Eric had long since sullied it by tackling Sunwoo straight into a pile of gravel.

Eric let out a relaxed sigh and pulled the vehicle to the curb out front of Sunwoo’s home, turning off the ignition and scrambling to the other side of the car to open the door for his senior. “You’re so annoying,” Sunwoo feigned a scoff and took Eric’s hand to lift himself from the seat. “Come on, let's take a seat on the couch. There’s plenty of room.”

Eric practically flung himself down on the brown suede sofa, man spreading to the best of his capabilities and stretching one arm after the other. “Aren’t you gonna leave me any space?” Sunwoo groaned and kicked his buddy’s shin.

“Mmm… nah, I like having this room.”

“Well-”, a wicked thought flicked through Sunwoo’s mind. “I guess you won’t mind if I make my own seat.”

Sunwoo sat himself directly between Eric’s legs and pressed his ass up against the other’s groin. Practically jumping out of his skin, Eric grabbed fistfuls of the sofa’s material as if he’d disappear if he didn’t. “You know I’ve been staring at you the whole day, don’t you?” Sunwoo muttered nonchalantly and innocently wriggled his hips. “You just had to wear that tank top, huh? Just had to show off those toned arms of yours.”

“Watch yourself, man...” Eric hissed as he snaked one arm around Sunwoo's waist. “You aren’t the only one that’s been waiting for a bit of privacy.” He licked a long stripe up Sunwoo’s neck, pulling a whine from the boy on top of him. “Get up, if you’re so desperate then show me.”

Eric shifted to rest his back against the arm of the couch, urging Sunwoo to straddle his hips in turn. Sunwoo, taking only a moment to process what was going on, leaned in and desperately took Eric’s lips into his own. His hand massaged Sunwoo's ass as he hurried to take control of the kiss. “I didn’t realize you were so needy, babe.” Eric groaned.

"Maybe you should learn some critical thinking skills.” Sunwoo ground his hips against Eric’s dick, already painfully hard. “You’re the one who has to be such a tease in everything you do.”

Eric growled under the friction and shut his partner up with a firm bite to his collarbone. “Be quiet, Sunwoo. Just kiss me, you’re having this much fun while we’re both fully clothed.”

A chorus of desperate moans filled the room, Sunwoo’s hips stuttering in rhythm. Eric had initially only meant this as foreplay, but he took notice of how worked up his partner was already. Sunwoo was sweating, his curled light brown hair losing its form in return. His brows were furrowed in a mix of both concentration and frustration while tears welled in his dark eyes. With every thrust, Sunwoo felt euphoric waves of heat wash over his shaking body. Unable to bring himself to interrupt Sunwoo’s pleasure, Eric yanked his head back by a fistful of soft hair. Eric pulled Sunwoo down in such a way his heaving chest pressed against his own and softly nipped at his earlobe. Sunwoo lost himself deeper into his overwhelming joy with every passing moment, whiny moans tumbling from his lips. His dick twitched against the firm fabric of his jeans.

“You’re my dirty little slut aren’t you, Sunnie?” Eric whispered seductively into his senior’s ear.

“E-Eric, don’t- fuck, Eric!” Sunwoo stopped in his tracks, thighs quivering with every hit of pleasure. Hot spurts of cum hit the fabric of Sunwoo’s briefs, bringing breathy whines of Eric’s name each time. Eric froze in surprise, taking in every utterance of his name. Sunwoo’s face flushed deep red upon realizing what he’d just done. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… Shit!” Embarrassed teardrops fell from his eyes and landed on Eric’s chest.

Eric wiped Sunwoo’s tears with his thumbs and pulled him into a soft kiss. “Sunwoo, don’t apologize…”, he whispered. “You’re so fucking hot, baby.”

“Alright,” Sunwoo smirked with a renewed confidence. “Then stop messing around and shove your cock in me.”

Eric wasted no time in unbuckling Sunwoo’s belt and discarding his shorts to the floor, his own pants following suit. “Hands and knees.” Eric ordered eagerly and rummaged through his bag for a bottle of warming lube. Dripping a considerable amount onto his fingers, he circled Sunwoo’s entrance before gently pushing one digit in. A soft gasp escaped Sunwoo's lips at the intrusion, and he pushed back against Eric.

Eric gently curled his finger around inside before slipping another in. He stared wide-eyed at the boy before him, admiring the way Sunwoo’s ass greedily pulled his finger’s inward. “Look at you, such a good little whore.” Eric cooed, which earned a whimper from Sunwoo.

“Mmm, Ric… only for you.” Sunwoo braced himself on one arm and reached the other down to stroke his aching cock. “Please, I’m ready, just fuck me already.”

Eric removed his fingers to Sunwoo’s dismay and poured lube on to his length, taking a moment to slather it on. “Since you asked so kindly, my dear…” Placing his hands on Sunwoo’s toned waist, he guided him to hover just above his hips.

Sunwoo eagerly lowered himself down on to Eric, his law dropping slightly with a drawn out moan. “God, Eric, you’re so big.” He groaned, eventually bottoming out.

Soaking in the praise, Eric began to roll his hips into Sunwoo at a steady and deliberate place. “Your little ass is so tight,” He grunted. “You take me so well, Sunnie.”

Sunwoo’s dick slapped against him in time with every thrust, smearing precum across the supple skin of his stomach. Beads of sweat rolled down Eric’s temples, looking up at Sunwoo with admiration. Eric could never truly process Sunwoo’s beauty. His golden honey skin, the contour of his abs, his toned thighs, his juicy lips, but more than anything his eyes. His deep eyes that held all the stars of the universe in them and conveyed his every thought. Nothing matched the glossy sheen that overtook Sunwoo’s gaze in such intimate moments, Eric decided then that no other sight could be so divine.

“Faster, please, need it,” Sunwoo borderline begged Eric. “Feels so good.” Who was Eric to deny such pretty pleas? Eric adjusted his grip on Sunwoo’s thighs for ample leverage and slammed his hips firmly into Sunwoo’s ass. Bordering closer to cries, Sunwoo’s moans filled the room alongside Eric’s grunts. It wasn’t long before the two felt the familiar coil build inside of them fueled by the enthralls of lust.

“God- Sun, I’m so close… cum with me?” Eric gasped between groans, ignoring the complete cliché of it all. Sunwoo’s faltering pace and unsteady breathing was all Eric needed to know he was close.

“Mhm, please, inside.” Sunwoo draped his arms over Eric’s shoulders to anchor himself. Moving one hand from his lover’s hips to pump his dick instead, Eric pulled Sunwoo against him. Eric picked up the pace exponentially with the two’s foreheads pressed together, sloppy kisses exchanged between them.

In a few more thrusts Eric buried his cock as deep as he could manage, shooting white-hot loads into Sunwoo’s asshole through strangled moans. Sunwoo followed not long after, crying out Eric’s name as if his well-being depended on it. Still stuffed in him, Eric planted soft kisses across Sunwoo’s face, attempting to help him ride out his orgasm.

"You did so well for me, Sunwoo,” Eric purred into Sunwoo’s ear. “You always do… let’s run a bath?” Sunwoo nodded weakly and pulled himself off of Eric’s cock, spilling cum across the both of them.

"Ric,” Sunwoo pouted. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too, even if you’re such a slut.” Eric giggled. “Come on, I’m gonna get you all cleaned up.”

#[gray fucks tbz 🖤]#tbz smut #sunric #sunwoo smut #eric smut #sunric smut #i'm going to hell

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zero-to-zero-to-zero-again · 1 year

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Cold Nights And Fox Friends

Word Count: 1,432

TW's: Accidental Fearplay, Intentional Fearplay (brief), Mentions Of Death (brief), Referring To Someone As "It" (also brief)

Characters: C!Dream, C!George, C!Sapnap

Summary: Dream gets caught out in a winter storm and needs a place to stay for the night. He finds a place, alright. It's just not as...vacant as he'd hoped.

Cold fic! Everyone stay warm for the holidays! <3

Dream was so cold. So cold that he couldn't even feel the white, icy matter pressed against his skin as he shuffled through the waist-high snow. He gave his numb wings another pitiful flap before allowing them to droop back down behind him. No dice. His eyes scanned the wintry landscape around him. The snow left a fuzzy, white blur over his vision. Of all the times to get kicked out of his place, why'd it have to be on the night of a blizzard?

If he squinted, he could just barely make out what the more cynical part of him was apt to brush off as a mirage. There was no way he could have stumbled across a live fire in the middle of nowhere, was there? He approached with a cautious spark of hope igniting in his chest. It was quite possibly the only thing keeping his legs moving.

He dared to shuffle ever closer. A cave. He wasn't very fond of caves. Too many predators made their homes in there. However, he was far more fond of caves than the whipping, wintry winds slashing away at his skin.

He hardly even hesitated as he stepped up to the mouth of the cave-a decision it didn't take long for him to regret. The instant his foot touched the stone, it was quite clear that the fire hadn't miraculously appeared there by some act of God. Rather, it was made.

Made by two beasts who laid there bathing in the heat given off by the flickering flames. Dream retreated back a step. Maybe he would have better chances of surviving out there in the cold. In the end, the decision was made for him. The wind had shoved him onward and covered up his tracks to ensure he'd only succeed in losing his way if he tried to set out once again.

He swallowed thickly. He carefully approached the burning logs with his head on a swivel. With any luck, the pair of canines would remain lost in their peaceful slumber and he could simply leave either when his wings thawed or the storm subsided. Whichever came first.

Unfortunately, there was one thing Dream forgot. He would consider himself many things. Strong, swift, cunning. What he never considered himself was lucky. And with no random bout of fortune on his side, he soon found himself trapped in an intense, amber gaze.

The fox lifted its head slowly, pointed ears aimed directly at him. It let out a soft snarl. Its snow white companion stirred but never woke. The fox's eyes never left Dream as it growled a little louder. Hardly even a twitch from the other. It almost seemed to roll its eyes before letting out a sharp bark that ricocheted off the cave walls, echoing straight back into Dream's ears. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who heard it.

The white fox's head snapped up. Its blue eyes were narrowed as it glared at its orange counterpart. It wasn't long before both predatory gazes found their way to Dream. He raised his hands up placatingly. Obviously they were intelligent enough to build a fire so maybe they were intelligent enough to hold a conversation?

"Um, h-hi," he greeted them sheepishly. It was a bit hard to fit words around his relentlessly chattering teeth. "Great weather, huh?"

The white beast seemed wholly unamused. It continued to glower at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, daring Dream to continue rambling just so it had a good reason to do away with him. The sparrow sighed.

"Look, I promise I'll be out of your fur as soon as I can. It's just really c-cold out there and I can't even see my hand in front of my face. P-please I would be b-b-beyond grateful if you let me stay."

He offered the pair the most charming smile he could muster. The corners of his lips spasmed with even the slightest movement.

The pair of foxes exchanged a long glance with one another. The conversation was silent, practically telepathic. The only indication of deliberation was in the subtle twitches of their faces. Ultimately, the orange fox's pleading puppy dog eyes seemed to win the argument.

The two nodded in unison. The platinum fox's head dropped back down atop its paws while the other turned to look to Dream. The nod was brief but it was all he needed.

He let out a sigh of relief, practically melting beside the fire.

"Th-thanks," he muttered. He curled up as tightly as possible, hugging his knees close to his chest. The heat was heavenly once he actually began to feel it. The radiation gradually worked its way up to his skin to gradually thaw the parts of him that were frozen solid.

He dared to shut his eyes just to soak in every second of bliss. He was so engulfed in the heat that he failed to notice the click of claws against stone behind him. The fuzzy warmth wrapping around him nearly startled the soul straight out of his body. He sat bolt upright with a gasp, gawking at the orange fur encircling him.

He traced the tail back to its owner, who only laid there drowsily gazing at him, oblivious to the heart attack it had nearly just caused. There was a soft sigh from behind him.

"Don't touch that thing, Sapnap," a drowsy voice chastised. Dream whirled around to find an almost human boy reclining by the fire. If the blue eyes weren't enough of a clue as to who this was, the white, triangular ears atop his head surely did the trick.

A shifter. Just like Dream.

The boy managed to convey just as much irritation in his shifted form as his animal form. Bored eyes squinted down at Dream, his lip curling ever so slightly in disgust.

"Oh, come on."

Dream's hair stood on end at the sound of the second voice far too close for comfort. He dared to pivot on his heel to find yet another shifter towering over him.

"Look at how cute he is!" the second shifter cooed.

"He won't be as cute when he gives you the plague," the platinum-haired shifter was quick to point out.

"Birds don't carry the plague."

"Everything carries the plague, idiot!"

Dream nearly got whiplash from keeping his attention divided between the bickering pair.

"Uh...I don't feel sick," the sparrow interjected. He immediately regretted saying anything at all. The two stared at him. For just a moment, he wondered if they were thinking about tossing him out on his rear just for having the audacity to talk to them.

A hard pressure gently ruffled the mess of golden locks atop his head. He flinched away from the touch but it seemed to follow him.

"See, George, he's the picture of health."

The white-haired shifter-George, Dream presumed-scoffed.

"If I told you I was dead, you'd start mourning," George retorted.

Dream chuckled, cutting his own laugh off abruptly when George's focus sliced back to him. The fox shifter didn't seem quite as cross with him as before, tight expression going slightly slack.

"But I guess he can stay," George grumbled, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the small shifter. He turned over on his side. In a blink, the human-ish boy was no more. In his stead lay a fox that Dream would almost assume was already fast asleep if he didn't know any better. Sapnap giggled.

He finally removed the blunt of his claw from Dream's head, opting to trace a line up and down Dream's arm with it instead.

"He likes you," Sapnap remarked quietly.

"That was him liking me?" Dream demanded, matching the fox's volume. "I'd hate to see what he does to people he doesn't like."

Sapnap only tittered. He pulled his hand away all at once. Dream nearly toppled over, mortified to realize he'd been leaning into the soft touch to the point that he was using it to keep him upright. Sapnap's head tilted skyward. His mouth opened wide as he showed off each and every sharp canine the size of Dream's head.

Dream gave into the contagious nature of the yawn. When he opened his eyes, the orange fox had returned. Its heavy eyelids fluttered shut. Dream followed suit not long after, bracing his arm beneath his head as he laid down on the cool, cave floor.

An orange tail coiled loosely around him. And maybe this wasn't the safest place for Dream to spend the night but in that moment, he'd never felt warmer.

#g/t #g/t fluff #mcyt g/t #giant!sapnap #giant!george #tiny!dream #fox!george #fox!sapnap #g/t writing #giant/tiny #hurt/comfort

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crawlspacefics · 2 months

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Hey,

I don't know if you know a lot about cars or not but I've compiled a list of cars of what the senshi would drive and you can tell me what you think.

(If you can look it up if you want)

(This is also going to be a long one lol)

Usagi- Newer Volkswagen Beetle because she thinks it's cute

Ami- Toyota Corolla or Honda Civic. She prefers something reliable and economical.

Makoto- Toyota FJ Cruiser or New Ford Bronco because I see her as an off road driver who enjoys exploring.

Rei- Probably something that runs and drives but I would lean her towards something that is cheap and practical while still enjoying it. Probably a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo or a Subaru Impreza WRX Hatchback.

Minako- Something cool like a BMW M5 F10 (Rip water pump lol) or 2012 Mercedes SL-Class (Rip engine due to trashing the shit out of that car lol)

Michiru- Something fancy yet practical such as a Mercedes E-Class Wagon Diesel or Volkswagen Passat 4Motion.

Haruka- Sport cars obviously lol. I would think a BMW M3 E46 Convertable for daily driver and Volkswagen Golf R to take Hotaru to school while still looking cool lol

Hotaru- Haruka's Golf but Michiru would get her a Toyota Yaris to start but if she doesn't want it, then she's going to get her own car lol.

Setsuna- Anything that runs and drives lol

I love this question! 🌞🚙 (Though I warn I'm not a knowledgeable car person and most of this is based on aesthetics. Also, I'm adding to, not disagreeing with your choices. I like the Yaris!)

Usagi - I agree on the newer Beetle Bug. She needs an automatic, it would be pale yellow with cute glitter decals on the windows and a pink license plate frame. I'd even say she has a pink fuzzy steering wheel cover and some kind of cute pink seat covers. There would be a little crystal hanging from the rearview mirror.

Rei - I feel like I'm being mean to her, but Rei has a faded 1977 Red Gremlin hatchback with the white stripes. It runs (and not much else). And she can shove a dozen people into the hatchback if she really tries. She's no frills with this and also refusing to take anything from her father even though he could have/maybe offered her a nicer vehicle.

Ami - this one was harder. I actually see her on a scooter with a cute little basket on the front. Pale blue with white details and a matching helmet. But, if she were to get a car, it would be a Smart Car. Same pale blue with white details and a little black cat decal on the back window. She's getting her transportation to take her from point A to point B without really thinking of passengers. If it's more than just her going anywhere, the other person is driving. Or alternately, a dark blue Prius.

Makoto - my girl has a small, budget-friendly pick-up truck. Specifically, a Chevy LUV (manufactured by Isuzu). Fading baby blue with a rust spot on the hood and a pink plastic flower hanging from the rearview mirror. She keeps an old wooden crate in the bed to throw stuff in and has a flowered license plate frame. Alternately, she gets a classic Bronco. There's still a wooden crate in the back.

Minako - my party girl gets a party vehicle. A bright sunny yellow VW Bus with polished chrome. It's a bitch to park in Tokyo but she loves it. It has a hippie stoner look but only because Minako loves the aesthetic of all the rainbows and colors and peace sign stickers. There's a blue bird figure glued to the dashboard and she pats its head every time she gets in. Fuzzy dice! Artemis has his very own customized cat seat slung over the front bench (it can be relocated if he wants to get in the back to get away from the commotion of the entire crew on a road trip). She has a custom license plate - SAYLAV

Haruka - like you said, definitely sport cars. And more than one because she married really well. 😁 I definitely see her going with mostly modern cars, like day one off the assembly line. There's a Porsche involved. But there has to be a classic 1965 Shelby Mustang in there somewhere. White with a dark blue racing stripe. She would not besmirch her car with decals. LOL

Michiru - she's going for classy and high end. I had to look some of these up because I'm not familiar with high end 😅, but I could see her in something like a Lexus LFA as her everyday driver. But I'm also giving her a high end modern Jeep for fun, like when they go on trips to the mountains. It is teal. Because she is girly.

Setsuna - she's going for basic use and reliability. Cadillac XTS in dark burgundy.

Hotaru - she'll inherit Michiru's Jeep and have it repainted purple. 😎

#sailor moon #the girls and their rides #sailor mars #sailor mercury #sailor jupiter #sailor venus #sailor uranus #sailor neptune #sailor pluto #sailor saturn

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luck-and-larceny · 1 year

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LFRP - MALIKA (MAL) BAJIHRI

Malika is easy-going, flirtatious, and up for any challenge where a risk or gamble is involved. She’s also incredibly reckless, impulsively throwing herself into one bad idea after another just for the thrill of seeing how Nymeia will ultimately spin her fate.

THE BASICS –––

Name: Malika (Mal) Bajihri

Age: 27

Nameday: Mal doesn’t actually know her own Nameday and, if she did, she wouldn’t give it out; she’d make a new one up every time she was asked. Her actual Nameday is: 17th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (October 17th)

Race: Keeper of the Moon, Miqo’te

Gender: Female

Alignment: Joyfully dancing in the rain on that fuzzy line between Chaotic Neutral and Chaotic Good and never committing to either

Relationship Status: Polyamorous; she has surprisingly committed, serious romantic relationships with Evander Winsome and Kestrel Vylbrand . Given her general aversion to commitments, the longevity of these relationships is impressive!

Server: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Black as night, though she often adds colorful highlights to it. She will dye her hair for jobs she needs to disguise herself for.

Eyes: They’re so dark blue they’re nearly black

Height: 62.4 inches (5′2″)

Build: Unlike many of the adventurers and otherwise hard-working individuals that she associates herself with, Malika is certainly not a muscular goddess carved from stone and steel. In fact, while she is extremely dexterous, she’s a bit softer than her allies. Combat is not her strong suit; She prefers to talk, sneak, or run her way out of conflict. While she stays fit, her body betrays that fighting and hunting are not her pastimes of choice.

Common Accessories: At least one weapon that she hopes not to use (typically daggers), an instrument (usually a wood flute), lockpicks, gambling items (a bit of gil for wagers, playing cards, several sets of dice), a deck of arcanum cards, a hardsilver needle and some thread, a silver pinky ring that spins, a silver swan necklace, and a few small trinkets of sentimental value (not all of them her own).

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Malika would say that she doesn’t have one. She does street performances as a musician and acrobat and engages in high risk wagers at the Gold Saucer. Realistically, Malika… doesn’t have one. She is a thief (pickpocket and infiltration) and con-artist.

Hobbies: Getting into trouble, running headlong into trouble, leaping straight into the arms of trouble. Also: sewing, music performances (flute, harp, lute, singing), fortune telling (sometimes legitimately!; usually as a grift), acrobatics/gymnastics, drinking, getting places she should not be, taking things she should not take, games of chance, flirting, running away, collecting stuffed animals, mercilessly pranking and humiliating the rich and powerful

Residence: Malika does not have one place that she stays and that is by design. But the place most like a permanent home, where she returns to time and again, is a daycare/healing resort in the Mist housing ward.

Birthplace: She doesn’t know. She assumes The Shroud. That’s where she was stolen away as a child anyway.

Patron Deity: Nymeia, the Spinner. And she’s surprisingly devout regarding the goddess’ more fickle aspects: chance, luck, and wagers.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: Nope. The only way this will ever happen is if it is for a con or for a joke.

Children: Nope. Nopety nope nope. Nada. Nope. Never.

Parents: She has no idea who her parents are. Similarly, she has little knowledge of Keeper culture in general as she was not raised in a tribe. She was found by a wandering performance caravan when she was a toddler.

Siblings: If she has actual siblings, she doesn’t know. But she has “adopted” a kid sister, a hyur named Maeryn. And she would kill for Maeryn if she had to.

Other Relatives: Shrug.

Pets: Oh no. Malika is not responsible enough to take care of pets. Don’t give her any.

TRAITS –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit: Not usually, she might do it socially every now and then, but it has no particular draw for her otherwise.

Drugs: Not all drugs and not regularly– but, yes.

Alcohol: Oh,yes. Definitely yes. She loves drinking and often does not have the willpower to stop herself.

RP HOOKS –––

Thief: Has someone told you that they have something “unstealable” in an “impenetrable” location? That person definitely wants someone to steal that thing or get into that place. Malika is willing to help with that. Despite being a thief, she dislikes gil and will often do jobs for the promise of mementos rather than money. She specifically wants to do jobs that stick it to those who wield their wealth disparity as a means to exert power over others. Want to do crime? Let's do crime together!

Gambler: Malika believes in Fate, but she also believes that she can gain favor with Nymeia by “keeping her spinning.” She thinks of gambling, dares, taking risks, and the like as a means to court luck and favor with Nymeia by keeping the goddess from getting too bored. It keeps Malika from being bored too! She will accept almost any offer of a good gamble or game of chance. Want to gamble? Let's gamble together!

Con-artist: If you want to interact with Mal, look like an easy mark. From fake fortunes and prophecies, to crafting situations where she can just pickpocket something off your character, Malika is a troublemaker. If she introduces herself by any other name that her actual one, she's scheming. **OOC note: I have her do this so that RP is fun; Malika wants to take advantage of the kindness of strangers, but I don't. This is also the OOC reason why she replaces stolen items with different items. You can tell me if you don't want to deal with this (in fact, please do!)

Never met a bridge she didn't want to burn: Malika is an unreliable, chaotic, impulsive mess of a Miqo'te. She has stolen from a lot of people. She has conned a lot of people. She has left destruction in her wake. She is also not particularly cautious. If you want to RP someone she stole from, whose place she broke into, or anything like that, I'd be happy to!

Ask for help: She doesn’t really want to get involved in other people’s business. She’ll ignore a problem if she can. But if you ask her for help she will usually begrudgingly be that help. She will definitely help you if you need to escape from authority. She thinks her inability to say ‘no’ to someone in need is a weakness; it might actually be her one redeeming quality.

Talk to her at all: Malika is the cliche curious cat. She finds people fascinating. She enthusiastically throws herself into learning about others and is happy to chat up exactly, oh, let me check my notes… that’s right… everybody.

CONTACT INFORMATION –––

Contacting me here on tumblr or finding me in game is the best bet. If you see Mal out in the world, please say hello! I’d love her to make more friends (or rivals, depending on what you think would be fun!)

I do have a Discord and I do RP on it. I don’t give that information out right away though. I’d like to interact in game or through tumblr a few times before I feel comfortable giving that information out.

I work a lot so I'm not always around. Sorry!

Other Notes –––

I love doing crime RP, but Malika isn't especially violent and does not particularly want to be involved in violent crimes (Read as: She's so very self-interested that she is especially interested in her self not being injured). If she accidentally gets in over her head, that's fun! But, primarily, she prefers mischievous, petty crime and she's not going to willingly get involved in violent/torture crime stuff. We don't need to have intricate plots for me to have fun. We can just sit around on top of roofs or inside of restaurants having our characters just chat too. I find that just as fun. I'm really easy-going. Here's a link to her Carrd if you like! It has more information if the novel I wrote here somehow isn't enough.

#FFXIV LFRP #Crystal RP #Balmung #FF14 LFRP #FFXIV RP #crystal data center #LFRP #Keeper of the Moon #Miqo'te #Thief

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6 + wesper for the kiss prompts if you'd like to! 💖🥰

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6: on a falling tear

thanks nura!! 💗 I don't even know where I went with this one, just cw for nightmares

The thing is — Jesper is well aware that he is a lot to deal with. He knows he's a handful — has been ever since his Ma and Da took care of him. He buzzes with energy, he is loud and impulsive, he never knows when to stand down from a fight. Or from a game. He is in such desperate search for something that he constantly looks for anything to distract himself from the search.

He finds himself in the third club of the night, then, just when it's almost dawn — but customers are so blinded by the twinkling money that they don't see the stars disappear beneath the gray of day.

Or at least, he thinks this is the third club he steps into. Everything is a bit too fuzzy tonight, and it feels somehow crooked.

Eerie.

Wrong.

He tries to shake it off and walks past familiar faces: Big Bolliger is lost into a fiery argument with someone from another gang — Oomen, Jesper remembers. There's Per Haskell observing everything from his usual spot, and Da laughing at a table with Kaz.

Jesper stops in his tracks.

Why is Da there?

Suddenly, all the noise and voices have stopped to a halt, and Jesper feels a shiver creep up his spine as he realizes that everyone is looking straight at him.

"We are waiting," Kaz says with his venomous, hoarse voice.

"Waiting?" Jesper asks, a knot in his throat — his voice sounds muffled, like he is hearing himself speak from over the water.

"For you to admit it," Oomen continues, and Jesper realizes with horror that where there should be his two eyes there's just… There are holes.

This is wrong, a voice yells in his head, but Jesper stubbornly ignores it.

"That you killed her," Da says, but he is not looking at him. His sad gray eyes are set on a woman on his left — Jesper follows his gaze, trying very hard to ignore every member of the Dregs, still as stones while looking at him.

He thought he would have seen his Ma — the Saints only know how many times he sees her whenever he is drunk like he is tonight. Instead… instead, there's Marya, standing there and shaking in hospital clothes — the ones they first saw her in, back at Saint Hilde. Her lips move around incoherent words, and Jesper has to walk closer to hear what she is saying.

When he does, the biting smell of rotten jurda flowers fills his nostrils until he chokes.

"...hates you," she is saying. "Because you are broken and wrong. Wylan hates you. Because you are broken and wrong. Wylan hates…"

Jesper halts back like he has been electrocuted, and all lights turn off on him. All he can see is the luminescent lights that make up Makker's Wheel, numbers and lines in bright, blue-ish bone light. His eyes dart left and right, frightened and alert — there's dice clattering and shining in the shadows, the white of everyone's eyes and the flashing white of their teeth, all showing on eerie smiles. Jesper makes a run towards the door, but he collides against someone.

He freezes right where he is, all lights turning back on on Wylan's face — all swollen like it was that day when the Dregs beat him up to send Jan Van Eck to prison.

Wylan has a thing with stares — his eyes are so honest that they hide no depths more than what he wants to convey. Jesper spends their days getting lost in those endless, sky-blue eyes that are always so affectionate and stubborn, so fiery and beautiful.

Now… Now they are full of hatred and pain, a stare that the mirror has often shown Jesper before going out for a game or twenty, after the thrill of a shooting had subsided, before going to bed every late night.

When Wylan opens his mouth to say something, a piercing scream reverberates through the room and Jesper's bones, and everything goes pitch black.

Jesper wakes with a startle, heart beating like crazy and ears pierced by someone's shrill yell. When he feels soothing, firm arms surround him and lull him, he realizes that he is the one who had been screaming. He closes his mouth and presses his lips thin, shaking in Wylan's arms.

"You are fine, Jes. I got you. You are here, you are fine."

Jesper anchors himself to Wylan's arms, pressing his limbs as close as possible to his body and letting himself be shushed quiet until his breath doesn't come as ragged and desperate.

"I'm sorry," he manages, but he immediately feels Wylan's arms hold him harder, like a warning.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. Ghezen knows how many times you've been woken by my nightmares."

Classic Wylan, all straight to the point and factual as usual, leaving no space for debate or to overthink. Jesper lets his body melt against Wylan's, and his boyfriend tugs his face in the crook of Jesper's neck. He presses a kiss against Jesper's throat.

"Are you okay?"

"I am," Jesper says, but then he remembers the fear — Wylan hating him, hurting Marya, being judged by Kaz and Colm. He remembers how every face he saw sent him back what he sees in himself: a useless piece of trash who ruined his life and that will never be able to change, no matter how good he is doing now — he has something wrong deep within, and that can't be changed with love and freedom to practice his zowa powers.

"Except that it can," Wylan says when Jesper tells him as much. Jesper turns into the hug, now facing Wylan and searching for his face in the dark. His thumbs brush Wylan's neck, and then raise to his cheeks only to find…

"Why are you crying?" Jesper whispers.

"I want you to be alright," Wylan mumbles, pressing his forehead against Jesper's.

"I am," he says. "I am with you."

"But I want you to be alright with you," Wylan says, voice getting louder and more stubborn. Jesper leans forward, and his lips kiss a tear as soon as it's being shed. He keeps kissing Wylan's wet cheeks until he is unable to do anything but start giggling under Jesper's attack.

"I am getting there," Jesper says around a bashful smile. "This dream I didn't even have to play Three Man Bramble with my hands tied with you on a side judging me and calling me a loser," he shrugs, and feels more than sees Wylan's brows furrow, creating an adorable little divot between his eyebrows. "What I'm saying," he says with haste before Wylan can retort. "Is that if my nightmares are getting better, it must mean I'm getting better as well."

"I wouldn't call that bone-shaking dream better," Wylan says. "But I get what you are saying. And you are, objectively."

"Huh?" Jesper asks.

"You are getting better. Slowing down more, practicing your blessing for fun more than as a chore. You are shining, Jesper Llewellyn."

"And you ruined it," Jesper jokes, speaking directly against Wylan's curls. "You called me Llewellyn. I'll have to tickle you until you are breathless."

"Dare," Wylan says in challenge. And then, "But if you do, I'll tie you up to the bed, again."

Jesper shivers at the treat, and when he speaks next his voice comes too hopeful and pathetic to his own ears. "What? Like… right now? Would you?"

Wylan smacks his hand and tries to get free from his hold. "Jes," he whispers-yells with horror and laughter. "It was supposed to be a threat, you horny, insatiable…"

Jesper kisses Wylan — on the mouth this time, and it's salty as his skin had been, still wet from the tears. He melts into the kiss that he has begun as soon as Wylan deepens it, and lets himself feel grounded — safe into this kiss, this embrace, with this man that he loves and that, surprisingly, loves him back. He is a handful, he knows that. He is too much energy bottled away for so long it doesn't know what to do with itself; he is a bullet stuck into the barrel of a broken gun. He knows his bothersome, and loud, and a bit crooked, but he can't see any of that as Wylan kisses him tenderly and holds him close.

The ghosts of his nightmare — the ghosts of his past self — disappear into the thin night air as Wylan keeps kissing him until he is the breathless one, lightheaded with love rather than liquor, rooted in safety rather than lost to the tides of any passing wind.

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