OPEN STARTER - @hiddenstarters ( body found was wei wuxian )
it was the smell that broke through the haze first. the strong metallic scent in the air was familiar, but not what she expected to find at her desk in the fbi office. slowly her other senses came to until she could tell that she wasn't at her desk anymore. she was outside. if she had to guess from looking she seemed to be downtown in small alleyway between the shops. her green eyes moved down to survey the area for the source of the smell when her eyes landed on the dead body. stabbed from what she could tell from the spot where her feet seemed to be melded into. why does this keep happening to her? first it was walking around in the middle of night and waking up in unknown places and now she was finding dead bodies?
deciding in front of said found dead body wasn't exactly the ideal time for an existential crisis, she took a cautious step forward. close enough so she could lean down to check the man's neck for a pulse. it didn't seem likely he could survive with the amount of blood, but that didn't stop the body from somehow finding a way. sadly, this one did not.
she started looking over him over for any other visible clues when she heard the approaching footsteps. lydia stepped back and stood up taller. "stay back," she called out to whoever was approaching. "this is a crime scene." tapping her pockets, she realized that, of course, in her fugue state she wouldn't have the forethought to bring her purse where her phone was. "and call 911."
*trying not to sound desperate* what's your system for not struggling with social relations?
people like it when they're given subtle compliments and when you let them talk about their own achievements, so, as long as you can get someone to think you're genuinely interested in their life they should come out of it with a good opinion of you
+ also people love complaining together so if you can try and bring up something you both dislike enough to have a fun rant on
I'm setting up to run Eureka with a group of friends and I'm trying to run the games as close to the book as possible, but the rule about other players actively leaving the room during party splits has proved a bit of a non-starter with my players. My group doesn't mind stretches of a session where they don't participate and let a particular player have the spotlight, but they've objected to the idea of also not being able to spectate. Would it be against the spirit of the game if we just agreed to not act on information our characters wouldn't know?
Yes, this is against the spirit of the game. Pretending not to know is definitively a different experience from actually not knowing, though after certain reveals it is pretty typical to just spectate instead of leaving, as mentioned in the section of the rulebook that explains this - it isn’t something that is meant to be done every single time even playing completely RAW. That being said, I can’t force them to do it or force them to like it.
What I would urge is that they try it - use that time to write notes, get a snack, go to the bathroom, etc.. Then if they’ve given it a fair, open-minded try a few times and still conclude that they just can’t stand this rule for some reason, go from there.
miya osamu x reader (no gendered pronouns are used)
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cw/tags: fluff, could be considered light hurt/comfort, no gendered pronouns used but wearing makeup is mentioned, fic uses food as a love language (it's osamu, what do we expect?), reader seemingly has some bad luck..., you will want to hunt me down for making him so !!!
surprise, @satsumahaze! this is my contribution to @sodaneko's haikyuu! summer fic exchange. i had a blast participating and writing this, and i hope you enjoy it just as much, kai!
Breaking up is hard to do, as the song goes, but you're realizing that getting together might be even harder to accomplish.
It's been a little over five months since your last relationship ended, and you'd been with your now-ex for a little more than three years. If you're being fully honest with yourself, you never thought you'd have to do this again: download whatever dating app had the highest rating, introduce yourself to potential partners, and internally panic over whether or not you're coming across as too eager.
"Don't like animals." Swipe left. It's not like you need someone who has enough pets to qualify as a petting zoo, but a guy hating them enough to put it in his dating profile? Pass. A man proudly telling you his mother comes over to do his laundry for him. At his big age? Red flag. One profile had the opening line of "I'm not a serial killer, so I've got that going for me." You decide that sounded like something a serial killer would say.
It hadn't all been bad, though! Your most recent match had asked you out on a date, and you'd even been excited for it. After a few weeks of messaging and a couple of phone calls, he'd seemed smart and funny, and you knew from his profile that he was easy on the eyes. For the date, he'd picked a fancy restaurant overlooking the river, had insisted you both get a starter and drinks with your meal. Honestly, he'd been great company and you were looking forward to a second date — until he asked you to pay for the whole thing when the waiter came by to collect payment. The audacity!
By the time you tell him goodbye outside of the restaurant, you're left with a big frown on your face and an even bigger dent in your wallet. To add insult to injury, the food hadn't even been enough to fill you up, serving the typical micro-portions found at fine dining establishments. You'd made it back to your apartment, planning to just snack on something there, but your empty cabinets and barren fridge greeted you almost mockingly.
You'd ignored the nagging hunger for a couple of hours before deciding you couldn't take it anymore.
That's how you'd ended up in your current spot, sitting at the counter of a small restaurant. It's one you pass by almost every day on your commute home from work, which almost makes you feel bad for never dropping in. It's not that you hadn't wanted to; the place is always packed with the dinner crowd, and you're impatient.
By 10 p.m., though, the eatery is nearly empty. There are a couple of college-aged students in the far corner, and there's a man on the opposite side of the dining area with earbuds in, watching something on a tablet.
As you look over the menu laid out in front of you, you hear footsteps heading your way. A plate clinks against the counter as the ceramic is set just to your right, and the soft thud of something else being placed immediately follows.
"It's on the house."
You glance at the plate. There are two onigiri nestled neatly together. A beverage also awaits you — a milk tea, you assume, based on how it looks. Both look delicious, and you take a short breath to keep your mouth from watering.
As hungry as you are, though, your confusion wins out. "I didn't order this," you say, brow furrowed as your attention shifts to the person you'll dub your snack sponsor for the night.
He hovers by the counter as he looks at you. He's tall and broad, the fitted black t-shirt he's wearing highlighting his form. The black baseball cap on his head sports the same Onigiri Miya logo as his tee. His hair's dark beneath it, and his eyes match. When your gaze meets his, you quickly notice that although his grey irises show how tired he is after what you can only assume has been a long day, there's still a friendly glimmer in them as he replies.
"Course ya didn't. That's why they're on the house," the man tells you. "Can't charge ya if it's not somethin' ya ordered."
You don't mean to sound skeptical, really, but you can't help it as you ask him why.
As he watches you pick up one of the onigiri, he hums. It's low, seated deeply in his chest. "Look like ya could use it. That's all," he says, one shoulder lifting as if letting your suspicion roll off his back. "And I don't feel like having to deal with leftovers in the mornin'."
You look like you could use it.
That's exactly what you want to hear when a stupidly handsome man is standing in front of you.
"I look that bad, huh?" you ask, a small laugh escaping you, but there's no humor behind it. You weren't sure what the giveaway was: smudged eyeliner from crying on the phone to your best friend, red eyes from wiping away your tears of frustration, the hint of congestion as you spoke, or maybe just your general vibe. It could be any or all of the above.
He clicks his tongue. "Don't think I said all that. Just look like it's been a long day, and I'm sure I look the same. Been at it since 7:30 this morning," he shares. He gestures to the onigiri you're still holding. "Eat. That one's tuna and mayo, the other's bonito."
He walks away after that, moving back behind the curtain separating the kitchen from the dining area. You hear the clattering of dishes as you take your first bite of the rice ball.
It's good. Really good. The tuna tastes fresh, and it's neither too dry nor too wet. The rice is good, too — fluffy and sticky without being too heavy. One bite is enough to make you understand why the place is always so packed when you walk by. You've been robbing yourself, you conclude. The milk tea is good, too, but the onigiri really is the star of the show.
The employee comes back out. He gives a quick wave to someone behind you — tablet guy, you're guessing — and wishes him goodnight by name. About a meter down from you, he sets a caddy holding small bowls down on the counter. As he begins to store them beneath the counter, he glances your way. The lines around his eyes soften a bit as he offers you a nod of acknowledgment.
"That's better. Can't have anybody sittin' at my counter lookin' that upset. I got a reputation to uphold."
The gentle smile he shares is enough to let you know it's not about his reputation.
You return to Onigiri Miya a week later. The scene is mostly the same this time around. This late at night, most people have already settled in at home, leaving only a couple of others dining in. You take a seat on the same stool at the counter, not bothering to look at the menu this time.
The man from last time is standing at the register, cell phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he takes notes on a legal pad. You can tell by his tone and the lazy smirk on his lips that he's giving someone grief; his accent sounds a little stronger than you remember, too. It's strangely comforting.
He tosses the notepad next to the register and appears to hang up the call, slipping his phone into his pocket as he approaches you.
"Welcome to — well now, it's you," he says, putting his hands on his hips. "Welcome back. Ya don't look like you're about to cry this time, so that's good."
You can feel heat rushing to your cheeks, but you laugh, too. "I'm not coming here right after an awful date this time," you reply.
He lets out a low whistle. "My guess was somethin' work-related, but that woulda been my second pick," he jokes, attempting to keep the mood light. "What can I get for you?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I thought I'd let you pick for me again," you suggest. "I'm happy with whatever you recommend or whatever helps you get rid of anything you don't want to deal with tomorrow."
After a second, he nods. "Yeah. I can do that," he says. "Give me a few minutes."
He drops off a milk tea for you soon after.
The next time he comes by, he sets a plate down in front of you. There are three onigiri this time: one salmon, one pickled plum, and one grilled in miso, he tells you.
You tell him they're delicious.
After the only other diners head out, he offers you his full attention. He swipes a chair from one of the dining room tables, lifting it over the counter like it weighs nothing, and sets it down opposite you. He settles on it comfortably, and when you ask him why he didn't just come sit at the counter, he simply grins and shakes his head.
"Still technically on the clock, so I'll keep hangin' out on the staff side," he replies.
His name is Miya Osamu, you learn. He owns Onigiri Miya, and this is the flagship location, but he's currently scouting out a spot for a second restaurant somewhere in Tokyo. He's around your age — a smidge older, but there's not enough of a difference to really count for anything.
He's always liked cooking, always found comfort in food. He gravitated towards onigiri because he likes how creative you can get while making them, and it's helpful how convenient they are. Plus, he shares, he always enjoyed making them with his mom when he was a kid.
Osamu asks about you, too. He's not satisfied with learning your name, your age, and your profession. He wants to know what you're passionate about, what you like to do in your free time. You can tell he's listening by the way he asks follow-up questions.
It's refreshing.
When you eventually leave, he sends you home with a couple of extra onigiri. "For tomorrow," he tells you.
Over the next few months, he begins to fit into your life with ease.
You drop by Onigiri Miya a few times a week, usually late at night when it's practically empty, your sleep schedule be damned right along with his. He continues to share pieces of his life, and in turn, you do the same. You've met some of his friends, including his twin brother — which had been quite the experience, because wow, they sure are different — and he met your best friend when the two of you had gone by the restaurant one night after having too many drinks at a nearby bar.
Today, he's at your apartment. It isn't the first time he's been over, but it is the first time he's dropped by and you're embarrassed about it.
You'd been standing in three centimeters of water when he'd called to ask if you were up for spending the afternoon together. It'd be one thing if you'd just stepped in a puddle out in the parking lot after a nice rain; instead, you were frozen in your flooded kitchen after a pipe had burst.
"Did ya call maintenance?" he'd asked over the phone.
"Um, yes, yeah, but they said it's not an emergency since I got the water cut off. They'll fix it tomorrow, but all the water in here, I don't even -."
He had sighed, and you could practically see him shaking his head. "And the water's cut off. Did ya turn off the power at the breaker?" he asked. You could hear him moving around.
"The - Shit. No," you'd told him, carefully padding your way out of the kitchen and towards the utility room. "Doing that now. Thanks."
"Go get some towels and hang tight. I'll be there soon."
You'd waited for Osamu in your living room, trying not to think about your flooring. True to his word, he'd shown up at your front door about fifteen minutes later carrying a pump vac.
It'd taken some effort, but by the time he's done, almost all of the standing water is gone. Towels will easily clean up the remainder. As he turns the vacuum off, he looks at where you stand in the entryway.
"This is so embarrassing," you say.
He blinks slowly, and you don't miss the wry grin he's wearing. "Most people would just say 'thanks', ya know," he says. "What're ya embarrassed about?"
With a small huff, you hold your arms out, gesturing around the room. "Oh, you know, all of this," you reply. You continue talking as you grab one of the towels, spreading it out over the floor to wipe up what's left of the mess. "Having to be rescued in my own kitchen, for example. Why does the universe like to have you see me during some of my worst moments?"
Osamu effortlessly catches the towel you toss to him, parroting your actions. "Pretty sure it lets me see ya during some of your best moments, too. Couple weeks ago, we celebrated your promotion," he reminds you. He reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck. "But if ya want the truth, I'm - I think I'm pretty damn lucky I get to be the one ya call when ya need something."
Your gaze flicks upward quickly, looking at him through your lashes. The sentiment is sweet — not saccharine, but it still makes your heart thump a bit louder in your chest. For a few moments, the two of you bask in the silence.
Unable to take it for too long, Osamu clears his throat. "If it makes ya feel better, you're the one I call, too," he says. "Like that time I needed a change of clothes at work -."
You laugh at the memory, the image of him standing in Onigiri Miya's kitchen while soaking wet from head to toe successfully cutting through the tension.
"Shut up," he warns playfully as he continues, breaking into a laugh when he hears yours, "or when I locked myself outta my apartment and couldn't find a locksmith to come out at 2 a.m."
You find yourself wringing your hands that were clasped in front of you. Still, your smile grows as you move across the room to stand next to him. Your body language mirrors his, the two of you standing on an old towel, leaning against your kitchen counter while facing one another. "I like being the person you come to when you need help, too," you admit softly. "It feels… natural. Comfortable, I mean. I like doing what I can to help you."
"Then ya understand why this shouldn't be embarrassin'. This ain't nothing," he says, voice low. He reaches out, the pads of his fingers gently brushing away something. An errant eyelash, a drop of sweat, who knows? It's so casually intimate that your breath catches, and you don't have time to think about it. "And even if it was, I'd still want to be here. Got it?"
His words are resolute, leaving no room for argument. You can't imagine wanting to, anyway, with the way he's looking at you.
"Got it. Thank you," you reply. Without thinking twice, you press a tender kiss to his cheek.
Osamu's cheeks darken, but his wry grin reappears, more boyish in its charm this time. "I think breakin' out the pump vac is worth a little more than that," he teases.
It's your turn to tell him to shut up, and he gleefully does as your lips meet his and his hands quickly move to rest against your sides.
When you delete the dating app from your phone that night, you almost want to laugh. You can't even remember the last time you opened it.
While you hate to give the bad date from months ago any credit at all, he's technically the reason for all of this. Because of his audacity, you met the man now curled up on your couch with you, his head resting on your lap. A comfortable silence fills the room as you run your fingers through his hair. Maybe dating apps are good for meeting people after all, and while you decide you'd happily go with Osamu to any fancy restaurants with tiny portions, you get the feeling they'll never compare to Onigiri Miya and the way its owner filled your heart.
Hihi! We saw your post about zoophilia, and we really want to learn or just know more about it. We are typically very scared of any types of philias, so please don't take this as being rude!! We genuinely want to understand!!
It makes sense that thinking isn't acting. But wouldn't writing/drawing be kind of like that? Or maybe were just biased. We also didn't know about pro/anti contact. I don't really know what words to use or what to ask, but we want to unlearn things like this and try to see from other people's and animals perspectives. Sorry for the nonsensical ask. Have a good day!!
Thank you so much for having an open mind, it's such a breath of fresh air!
For starters, writing/drawing/roleplaying is not the same as acting because no (theriform) animals are being harmed. In fact, for a lot of zoos including myself, those kinds of activities greatly reduce unwanted attraction once they're finished and can help you cope with intrusive thoughts.
And now, facts about zoophilia part two: electric boogaloo!
Zoophilia is the attraction to nonhuman animals - not necessarily the desire for sex with them. Paraphilic attraction isn't always "I want to fuck that," it can be "this thing is hot," "I would be aroused from being this thing," or "I have a deep love and connection to this thing that borders on erotic." Most of the zoos I've talked to actually hold no desire to have sex with nonhuman animals because they respect them more than they respect humans.
Paraphilias as a whole are entirely involuntary and often unwanted, and can cause severe clinical distress. Outside stigma does not help this feeling, and has pushed a lot of us to self-harm or worse.
The concept of "contact" isn't entirely cut-and-dry. If you've been on my blog long enough, you should be familiar with the concept of p-shifters; in essence real werecreatures. Whether someone consents to sex in their nonhuman form is entirely up to them, but I'd assume that if one was to give detailed consent before a shift, interspecies intercourse could happen given enough of the shifter's human mind is retained - but I have not heard of such a thing. I personally would not give that consent as I believe there needs to be constant communication, and I'm not good at that in my bitty form. Nevertheless, it's an interesting thought experiment.
Autozoophilia, the attraction to being an animal, exists and is mostly what I experience. I don't even see how this could harm anyone, and yet, I've been put on blast multiple times and lost many friends because of it.
For me at least, attraction isn't a constant thing. Take this one with a grain of salt because I'm demisexual with a stupidly low sex drive, but zoophilia can be as simple as the occasional "oh, that guy is hot" while scrolling Tumblr. There are certain forms of attraction I only experience in my sleep!
Courtesy of @arcornei , homosexuality was considered a "harmful paraphilia" up until recently. I do believe sexual orientations and paraphilias are different (as someone who is part of both groups) but it goes to show that sometimes the majority is wrong. (To be clear, I'm talking about the attraction part, not the sex part.)
As for my personal experience, not much changes honestly. The biggest thing is that I wouldn't date anyone who identifies as human, but even that's partially because I'm a misanthrope. I also have heat cycles as a 'symptom' of therianthropy, but I don't think that's particularly unusual.
Sry to bother u for smth like this, but your therapy scenes in aijad just work so well and I need advice 😭
How do you write those scenes?? Im trying to include a therapy session in a writing piece I'm doing but trying to keep it all professional and accurate is so difficult 😭🙏
You're not bothering me at all! I'll do my best to give good advice.
For starters, professional doesn't mean dry. Dr Hadley and Gary joke pretty often, and that's not uncommon. When people are uncomfortable, they make jokes, and it can provide levity. Therapists/psychologists/psychiatrists often match a client's energy/behaviour. I think it's called mirroring, but I forget. However, that's also a matter of personality.
Open ended questions typically work better. If it's just yes or no, someone may respond and not expand. Of course you can ask yes or no, either or, this or that questions, but letting the client explain is what you want.
Therapy, while a place for problem solving, is also a place for discovery. When I write therapy scenes, I go in with a goal of either have the client discover something about themself, or setting a goal for next session to do with problem solving. The client also has to be the one to make the discovery, it's RARE for the therapist to make it for them. Though having a therapist say "can I tell you something I've observed" is not wrong.
I pulled from my experiences in therapy, but I've also gone to therapy for almost 9 years. Anything I don't know, I usually look at reddit threads because it's people's real experiences.
Lastly, write first, edit later. Getting something down is most important. I've written therapy scenes I'm not happy with, but I Write them and then edit, not edit while writing.
Big ol' post to organize the AU for new friends who want to get into it! Welcome in!
First off, I'm Inky (or Azalea/Az)! I'm the creator of the AU! I use they/he/ze pronouns.
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What is HBAN?
HBAN is short for Heroes by Another Name, a Cookie Run Kingdom Swap AU where the starter cookies (Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, Wizard Cookie, Custard Cookie III, and Chili Pepper Cookie) and the ancient heroes (White Lily Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, and Golden Cheese Cookie), as it says on the tin, swap places in the story! There are also other swaps and changes in place surrounding that, like The Ultimate Cookie taking Dark Enchantress Cookies place!
The story is primarily written as a fic on Ao3! This link will take you to the series for all the stories currently written.
My works tend to venture into serious/darker topics. HBAN specifically has a Dead Dove tag (which means all tags must be taken seriously) and multiple warnings for Body Horror and Non-Canon Typical Violence.
There is also no shipping in my AU, nothing I'll ever confirm or focus on, anyway. Any relationships are majorly up to audience interpretation. The way I write the relationship between the lilygang/five criminals (the swapped ancients) is as queerplatonic/devoted, and not necessarily romantic.
We currently have: 5 Works, 672k+ words in total (2 major stories, 2 side stories, 1 crossover).
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warnings : this story will contain content that isn't suitable for minors, minors please DNI, oral m receiving, degrading, dirty talk perhaps.
info : you were close friends with julia campbell, spending many summers at her house meant being near her family members all the time. erik campbell, julia's older brother was always a bit of a sarcastic asshole but on one particular sunny, scorching hot day you decide to go to the campbell's house and find a ice cold yummy treat and erik can't himself any longer...
a/n : its been a while since ive written any smut or any short stories at all so im so sorry if its not the best right now, if you want a part 2 of this just go ahead and leave a comment! and if you guys want any other short stories for other characters I can write some. ♡
you spent many days and many nights at the campbell's home, it was your second house at this point from how often you were over there. today was like every other day, you got out of work and went straight over to your best friends house. fingers tapping against the steering wheel as you hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio. pulling into their driveway with a smile on your face as you parked in your typical spot in front of the house. their house was rather large but its expectant with the size family they have, you stepped out of your car and walked to the front door of the home. knocking three times gently on it as you waited patiently for someone to open the door. at this point they should give you a copy of the key to the house.
after what felt like forever you heard the sound of the door unlocking which had you perking up in excitement until you came face to face with erik campbell "oh its you." you said defeated as you kicked a little stone that was in front of your foot. the tatted up male rolled his eyes at your reaction "don't you have your own house to go to?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrow as he leaned against the doorway "no- now let me in you dweeb." you said as you walked forwards and tried shoving past his stronger arm that was blocking the entrance.
"seriously? dweeb?" he asked with a chuckle and a tilt of his head, your cheeks flushed and you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "yes now let me in erik! its hot out here and im getting sweaty." you whined with a stomp of your foot, erik just chuckled once more as he stepped to the side and motioned for you to walk into the house. you lifted up your hand and flipped him off as you walked past him and into the chilled home with a roll of your eyes, immediately b-lining it straight towards the freezer in hopes that the family had bought popsicles with the current summer heat.
"so you just walk into my house and raid the kitchen." you heard that snarky tone in erik's voice come from behind you as you bent down to the bottom drawer in the freezer to grab one of the popsicles that was in there, excitedly standing up as you found them "a-ha!" you exclaimed before turning on your heel to look at erik "for starters, its not your house its your dad's house and he said I can feel free to take whatever I want." you said sticking your tongue out at him before unwrapping the strawberry flavored popsicle. you were forever grateful to the campbell's for the hospitality they have shown you well most of them at least. erik on the other hand tended to be a pain in the ass.
bringing the popsicle to your lips you licked it softly, humming in content as your body seemed to instantly cool down with the cold treat. erik's eyes were on you, watching you closely almost like the way a predator watches its prey and right now the way you had your lips on the popsicle was driving erik a bit insane. pulling the popsicle away from your lips you let out a content sigh, "it was as hot as a witches vagina out there." you said as you licked at the popsicle once more. so focused on the delicious popsicle you didn't even notice the way erik kept glancing at your lips.
sucking on it gently as it began to melt in your mouth, you jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter swinging your legs back and forth "what are you doing home anyways? don't you have any appointments at the shop?" you questioned looking over at him completely now, the popsicle stick in your hand as the juice from it began slowly dripping down your hand. erik swallowed the lump in his throat and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly at your question "I've got one but its for later tonight so ive just been playing video games." he said watching as the popsicle juice slid down.
you nodded your head and parted your lips bringing the melting sweet treat back to your lips, swirling your tongue around it slowly as the tasty flavor hit your tongue once more. erik felt himself losing his composure as he stood leaning against the kitchen island, feeling his pants grow slightly tighter just imagining how your mouth would feel around his length with his prince albert piercing hitting the back of your throat. it was a piercing you didn't even know he had but were soon to find out as erik stood up straight.
walking closer to you as he reached his hand out to gently grab your forearm "what?" you asked softly as your hand held the rest of the melting popsicle in your hand by the stick. your eyes met his and you couldn't quite read the expression in them but then again with erik it was difficult sometimes to read his thoughts. "stop doing that." he said almost breathlessly as you looked up at him with a confused look. you had absolutely no idea what you were doing to him "doing what?" you were so lost, wondering what he could be talking about when you were just eating a popsicle.
the innocent look on your face drove him absolutely insane, "stop.. licking the popsicle like that." he muttered under his breath but you picked up on what he said, your eyes widening as the light bulb in your brain suddenly lit up and you realized why he was grabbing you so tightly your mouth dropping open in an 'o' shape "i-i'm sorry?" you said almost like a question as you bit your bottom lip "it's melting." you stated the obvious as the juice dripped down more, he leaned forwards and lifted your arm up licking at the melted popsicle while maintaining eye contact with you.
your heart skipped a beat as you looked around to make sure julia or bobby or anyone else wasn't around to witness what was just happening between the two of you. "fuck it." erik said and wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up to throw your body over his shoulder "erik!" you whisper yelled smacking his back as he began walking towards where you could only assume was his bedroom based on the direction he was walking in, reality was hitting you. sure you've been in his room plenty of times but you would just be listening to music and bullying each other it was your dynamic.
luckily no one seemed to be around as erik continued to walk to his room until he was kicking the door behind him closed and then your body was hitting the cushioned mattress making it bounce slightly. "do you even know what you were doing to me back there?" he said as you lifted yourself up onto your elbows to look up at him, his much taller stature was looming over you as you bit your bottom lip and shook your head. "god, all I could think about was how your pretty little mouth would look wrapped around my dick." his words had butterflies fluttering inside your stomach ever so slightly clenching your legs together in hopes erik didn't see the type of effect he had on you but he could definitely tell with the way you gulped.
you suddenly realized that the popsicle you once had in your hand was long gone, you must've dropped it on the counter when he had thrown you over his shoulder though luckily you had eaten most of it before so there shouldn't be too much of a mess. a small smirk formed on erik's lips as he leaned down cupping your cheek in his larger hand before his lips came crashing down against yours in an instant hungry kiss. like you were his last meal and he was ready to devour every bit. your lips moved in sync with his, melting just like popsicle into his touch.
the way his lips felt against yours was like a missing puzzle piece that was found and fit perfectly, though you essentially never thought you'd be in this position with him but you weren't complaining. his body continued to hover on top of yours, his hands trailing towards your hips gripping them as his tongue ran across your bottom lip asking for entrance which you immediately provided him as you parted your lips and felt the warmth of his tongue against yours. one of his hands that was placed on your hip trailed up and under the hem of your shirt that you were wearing, the feeling of his cold hands sent a shiver down your spine— leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his hands touched.
after a moment of just pure passion he softly pulled away from your lips and panted quietly, leaning back for a moment so he could take in your disheveled look a small smirk on his lips before he began to trail light kisses along your jawline and neck before he gently bit down and sucked on your collarbone leaving a prominent mark on your sensitive skin. "fuck-" he muttered as his pants got even tighter "get up and on your knees." erik said as he pulled away from your body so he wasn't hovering on top of you anymore.
for some reason you couldn't help but listen to him and shifted yourself off his bed, standing up straight for a moment in front of him before you slowly got down on your knees. looking up at him through your lashes in such a innocent way that it drove him crazy and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to take things slow if you kept looking at him like that. his hands began to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt before undoing the buttons all in just a few seconds. he was quick with his movements but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for you.
biting down on your bottom lip as you focused on erik and only erik, his hands tugged down his pants with his underwear following letting his hardened dick spring free from the restraints of his clothing. your cheeks immediately turning to a bright shade of red as you noticed the wonderful prince albert piercing that he had. well fuck — you knew he had a ton of piercings but a prince albert one was so unexpected but turned you on even more. your hand moved to wrap around his length before your brain could even catch up with any thoughts you may have had.
erik hissed out quietly, tilting his head back as you slowly stroked him up and down. you wanted more, you wanted to feel that piercing hitting the back of your throat and so before you could psych yourself out you shifted yourself closer to him and licked a stripe up from the base of his shaft all the way up to his tip, continuing to look up at him through your lashes to watch his every move and make sure he felt good. "god- I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you slut." he said in between breaths as you parted your lips and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to play with his prince albert piercing.
even though erik always was a nuisance you couldn't really deny how hot he truly was, the tattoos, the piercings, his gorgeous light eyes and messy hair. not that you'd admit it to his face cause he most definitely does not need an ego boost but hell you didn't think you'd ever be down on your knees sucking your best friends brother off and here you were doing exactly that. you had taken more of him into your mouth at this point, that prince albert piercing was now hitting the back of your throat as your head bobbed up and down slowly and almost teasingly and when erik caught on to that he had lifted one hand to your hair where he tangled his fingers into it before gently tugging.
"be a good girl and you might get a reward." he said teasingly as you moaned against his length continuing your movements but at a bit of a faster pace. his hand remained entangled in your hair, using that leverage to push your head down more until he could see the indent of his dick in your throat. it made your eyes water but you kept up the pace, the slight taste of metal from his prince albert piercing was taking place in your mouth but it was so hot that you didn't even care wanting him to fill up your mouth completely. "That's so good babe, just like that." he groaned quietly his head tilted back once more in pure bliss, he knew your lips would look so pretty wrapped around him when he saw you licking and sucking on that popsicle.
you hummed softly against him sending vibrations throughout his body, his hips beginning to buck ever so slightly as he began to practically face fuck you. strings of curse words coming from his lips as he felt that familiar knot forming in his stomach and you didn't plan on stopping until you milked him dry. picking up your pace as your head moved up and down, begging to taste him on your tongue. with a few more bucks of his hips he felt his dick twitch in your mouth, the hand he had in your hair loosened and small pants came from his lips.
you swallowed every last bit of the warm cum that filled your mouth, looking up at him once more as he pulled out of your mouth looking down at you with a small smirk as he watched you lift one of your hands to clean up the corners of your mouth and before the two of you could even say anything there was a knock on the door "erik! have you seen y/n? she said she'd be here by the time I got back but I cant find her." your eyes widened as you heard the voice of your best friend julia who probably would never forgive you if she knew what you just did with her brother.
you stood up so fast from your kneeled position, looking at the bedroom door with a look of pure fear in your eyes which only seemed to make erik chuckle quietly as he pulled his pants back up and began walking towards the bedroom door causing you to internally panic. was he about to expose to his sister that you were in his room looking like a suspicious mess. as he reached for the handle you felt your heart beating so hard against your chest that you thought it would explode but he had only opened the door a crack, not enough for julia to see you inside "and why would I know where your bestfriend is?" he questioned with a snarky tone which only seemed to have julia annoyed "ugh- whatever I'll just text her and see where she is." the girl then turned and walked down the stairs, her fading footsteps made you take a breath of relief.
erik had shut the door before turning on his heel to look back at you "now, where were we?"
