#swuckles

Swuckles

“Hey, Swags.” Mason greets the man sitting on the couch as he hops down the stairs, then jumping on the sofa with him. He clambers into his lap, sitting on his legs, nuzzling into him. Mason wraps his arms around Swagger's neck, nudging his head into the older man’s chest.  

“What? What are you doing?” Swagger questions, settling his hands on Mason’s hips as he cuddles closer into his lap. Mason looks up at him with a sly smile, moving his face closer to Eric’s.

“We’re home alone.” He states simply, glancing from Eric’s eyes to his lips, leaning in slightly. “Yeah?” Swagger leans in closer, “What are you gonna do about it?” He challenges, his lips softly brushing Mason’s. As Swagger pulls away, Mason grabs the back of Eric's head, pulling him back in for a heated kiss.

Swuckles + Eerie/Ghostly vibes, almost southern gothic?

Requested anonymously!

I’m a sucker for Swuckles smh

Swuckles angst, thanks to @ohmii7yladd for the help!

Word count: 866

Five minutes to three every day Swagger stopped what he was doing and prepared two coffees. His movements were fluid as he prepared the beverages with skilled ease. The excitement for the event that happened like clockwork each and every day evident in his eyes. A few weeks ago a new customer started visiting the cozy little cafe daily at exactly three o'clock. At first, Swagger thought it was just for the coffee, but it turned out he was the reason. Granted, he did find the man called Mason very attractive and fell for him quickly. However, he never acted upon those feelings. 'Maybe I should actually ask him out on a date,' he pondered while wiping down the work surface, 'Yeah, I'll do that today; I'll ask him out!' A grin swept across his face as he planned out how to ask the person he had fallen so in love with to go on a date with him. 

Three o'clock, nervousness flooded his system, mixing with elation creating an intoxicating cocktail of chemicals for his brain to feast upon. Checking that the coffees were perfect one last time before finally leaving them be. Glancing between the door and the clock hanging lopsidedly on the wall, the joyfulness began to wear off a feeling of unease settled deep within his chest as the bell on the cafe door didn't ring and the clock slowly ticked by. Customers that knew of the two mens daily meeting grew equally pitiful as the American began to look more concerned at the lack of the Aussie's appearance. 

Ten past three, the few remaining customers paid and left, all giving Swagger a sad look as they left. He picked up the now cold coffees and disposed of them, anger filling his mind as quickly as it leaves. "Why didn't he show up?" He began to close the cafe as he spoke aloud, "Did he decide he doesn't like it here anymore? Does he not like me anymore?" Picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. 'I hope this was just a one-off thing, I don't know what I'd do if he just stopped visiting.' Absentmindedly punching in the security code and leaving the cafe, turning to lock the door, anxiety hit him like a train as dozens of 'what if' scenarios whizzed through his mind. 'What if something's happened to him?' Shaking his head at those thoughts, he let out a small chuckle. He was over thinking everything, Mason was fine, he probably got caught up with work today and will be at the cafe tomorrow as normal. Everything will be back to normal.

Swuckles + Post apocalyptic themes

Requested anonymously!

This was fun to do, I love the idea! Very sweet :)

Swagger & Zuckles + Dark red, lovecore

Requested anonymously!

I’m so soft for these two thanks for requesting uwu ♥️♥️

yall rly like this goblin rat man huh

@fanta-king

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if you said mason was clingy, that would be an understatement. 

it wasn’t always that he’d be clingy, but some days it was bad. he’d find someone’s room and basically take it over for the day, covering himself in everything that smelled like them and sitting peacefully.

today’s victim? eric. 

he woke up in the middle of the night, wanting to just cuddle with him. so, he got up, snuck up to eric’s room, and crawled into the bed.

eric woke up after feeling mason crawl in his bed. he yawned and opened his eyes groggily, unable to tell who it was. then mason wrapped around him, and he knew exactly who had gotten into bed with him. he sighed, wrapping his arms around mason and falling back asleep. 

in the morning, he woke up to mason still clinging onto him and sleeping. eric looked at his clock, and seeing that it was early, decided to go back to sleep. 

a couple of hours later, eric woke again with mason still latched onto him. eric looked at the clock, and saw that it was close to lunch time. he tried pushing mason off, but mason only pulled himself closer. 

“macie, cmon, its time to get up,” eric said softly, prying one of mason’s arms off of him. 

mason groaned, burying his head further into eric’s chest. eric chuckled, sitting up and stretching. then mason pulled him back down, wrapping his arms around him once more.

eric sighed. “mason, im serious. its almost lunch time. let me get dressed.”

i fucking GOTCHU bb (and don’t u go thinking I didn’t notice something in the last thing u drew)

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Fitz was walking around, trying to relax after the mission they had. 

He was walking past one of the bedrooms when he heard laughing. He stopped. It sounded like Swagger. He instantly went to the door he heard it from and peeked inside. 

He saw bright red hair in front of Swagger, who had his mask down. Fitz watched as Swagger smiled brightly at Mason, giggling before Mason had pulled Swagger close and kissed him.

Fitz’ blood boiled. He slammed the door open, causing the two to both jump back. Fitz stomped over to Mason, pulling him off of the bed and slamming him into the wall, holding him by the neck. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed.

Mason gasped for air, clawing at Fitz’ hands, trying to breathe. 

“Mason!” Swagger cried out, about to get up off of the bed.

“Shut the fuck up!” Fitz barked, and Swagger sat back down, terrified. Fitz leaned in close to Mason, snarling at him. “If I see you do that to him one more fucking time, I’m going to cut your fucking tongue out and feed it to you. Got it?”

Mason didn’t nod nor shake his head. He just continued to gasp for air. “Got. It?” Fitz repeated, tightening his grip.

“F-fitz, please,” Swagger pleaded, fear laced through his voice as he choked on tears. 

Fitz squeezed tightly one more time at Mason’s neck before letting go, dropping him to the ground. Mason coughed as he slid down the wall, gasping heavily for air. 

Fitz turned to Swagger with a sneer, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him off of the bed and out of the room. He dragged Swagger all the way to his room, slamming the door shut and shoving Swagger against the door. “What the fuck did you think you were doing in there with him? Huh? With his fucking tongue down your throat? You think that’s acceptable for you to be showing off, being a fucking slut? I’ll fucking show you who you belong to,” he snarled loudly, pulling Swagger off of the door and shoving him back onto the bed. He proceeded to rip Swaggers shirt open and pull out a knife. Swagger flinched at the sight of the blade. 

Fitz found where Swagger’s heart was, and dug the blade deeper than he ever had as he carved his name. 

Swagger grabbed Fitz’ sleeved tightly, biting his arm to muffle any screams. Tears streamed down his face with every cut, and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

When Fitz was finished, he looked proudly at his masterpiece, looking over every part of Swagger’s torso.

And then he saw it. 

Mason’s name on Swagger’s shoulder. 

And it was a permanent one, too.

Fitz growled, taking his knife and making another deep cut, crossing out the name.

Swagger sobbed at the pain, still gripping onto Fitz’ sleeve. 

Fitz huffed, lifting Swagger’s head with his finger. “Oh, Swagger, darling,” he purred, his tune changing to a sickly sweet one. “Don’t you cry. After all, you’re mine, aren’t you? You should be happy that I dragged you from that. Aren’t you happy?”

Swagger sniffled, and nodded once, slowly and shakily. 

Fitz smiled, and then smirked. Blood had dripped down Swagger’s torso from the cut. He kneeled, and licked up the blood slowly, all the way up to where the cut was. Swagger shivered, his tears slowing as he gasped. 

Fitz grabbed Swagger’s ass and pushed him over to where Swagger was on his back. Fitz fitted himself between Swagger’s thighs, which instinctively wrapped around his waist. He pushed himself down onto Swagger and kissed the shoulder he had cut, licking the blood up. He pulled back to lick his lips, smirking when he saw Swagger’s eyes widen and his cheeks redden. He went back to the spot, biting down and make sure there was a bright red hickey there for all to see. 

Swagger gasped, grabbing the back of Fitz’ shirt. He buried his face into Fitz’ shoulder, whining as Fitz’ hickeys trailed up his neck and to his jaw.