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I update my high fantasy D&D campaign “I see fire” as I get the notes from the sessions transcribed - see further below for masterlist on that. It can be read even if you don’t play the game or any other TTRPGs so check it out!
Other than that, it’ll be very sporadic what I post and hugely dependant on feedback because I’ve run tired posting things and feeling like I’m screaming into a void.
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Tari’s June Jukebox Scribbles Masterlist (WIP)
There’ll be a bunch of drabbles coming throughout the month of June - thanks to a wonderful challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles: June Jukebox Scribbles. So starting from June 1st, keep an eye on the masterlist for music inspired drabbles.
MCU Masterlist
Featuring Bucky, Heimdal, Loki, Natasha Romanoff, N’Jadaka, Sam Wilson, Shuri, Steve, T’Challa, Thor, Tony Stark, and Wanda. Placed Wolverine/Logan Howlett, Deadpool, and soon Eddie Brock / Venom on here too!
Anime Masterlist
Currently including fics for the fandoms of: Fireforce, Gachiakuta, Haikyuu, Naruto, Jujutsu Kaisen, a few Spy x Family, and a bit for Arcane.
Nightingale (featuring Hatake Kakashi) is unfortunately on an indefinite hiatus due to lack of interest/interaction.
Fantasy Masterlist
LotR, The Witcher, Mollymauk from CR’s 2nd campaign, and a single Lovecraftian monster. “Fantasy” refers to canon and not necessarily to the fics’ settings themselves.
Supernatural Masterlist
A single series (RiP/hiatus, link to AO3) and some various one-shots both smutty and platonic and with and without reader insert.
Others Masterlist
A masterlist with characters that didn’t fit the other chategories. It’s growing! At the moment, you can find Curtis Everett, Clark Kent, Jake Jensen, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, and a single Syverson here along with a Project Hail Mary fic.
Challenges and celebrations!
Wonderful contributions by people who have decided to partake in the 1k follower celebration challenge as well as the masterlists for the challenges I’ve participated in!
Original Fiction Masterlist
A masterlist of both short stories and a series. I really hope you’ll check it out and if you do please share it with others - it’s frightening to leave the safety of fanfiction but I’m quite proud of these works!
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PAIRING/STARRING: Eddie Brock &/x Venom x fem!reader.
WORD COUNT: 299.
SUMMARY: Venom is *almost* able to stay out of Eddie’s business.
CONTENT: Alien parasite, smut (P in V, cowgirl, maybe missionary), “playing with dolls”.
A/N: The prompt on this, the 18th of jukebox, is Come and Get Your Love – Redbone / “What's the matter with you”.
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Wazzuuup
He doesn’t know how he’s done it, but Venom is quiet. In a way, that’s more worrisome than if the parasite was his normal nosy self but right now, Eddie really doesn’t have the mind to deal with the implications as his hands are on the your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock.
Every time you take him fully, you do this little swivel and clench and it’s driving him insane in the best way. Your juices are dripping down along his cock with every glide, sliding to his balls and making a mess of him. And your breasts – fuck – the only reason his lips aren’t on them is because you keep pushing him down each time he tries to reach.
Venom likes this.
The though cuts through Eddie’s conscious like a knife, causing him to stutter in surprise.
“What’s the matter with you?” you ask teasingly, planting a soft little kiss on the corner of his mouth before biting into the plush of the bottom lip.
“Nothing! I ju-” he begins to defend himself but then black tendrils leap forward, hugging your body and making you squeal.
This was the first time you’d slept with Eddie. And now Venom’s going to ruin it! Mortified, Eddie opens his mouth to apologize to you, to calm you, and to berate the alien too...but then he realizes you’re giggling, freely letting yourself be moved on Eddie’s cock at a quicker pace while little tendrils play with every inch of your body.
Venom wants to make you both happy.
Is that endearing? Or threatening? Eddie doesn’t know, only realizes that his and your body is moved, like dolls, so that he’s on top, caging you in and thrusting into you hard. And fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
PAIRING/STARRING: Eddie Brock &/x Venom x fem!reader.
WORD COUNT: 299.
SUMMARY: Venom is *almost* able to stay out of Eddie’s business.
CONTENT: Alien parasite, smut (P in V, cowgirl, maybe missionary), “playing with dolls”.
A/N: The prompt on this, the 18th of jukebox, is Come and Get Your Love – Redbone / “What's the matter with you”.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.
Wazzuuup
He doesn’t know how he’s done it, but Venom is quiet. In a way, that’s more worrisome than if the parasite was his normal nosy self but right now, Eddie really doesn’t have the mind to deal with the implications as his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock.
Every time you take him fully, you do this little swivel and clench and it’s driving him insane in the best way. Your juices are dripping down along his cock with every glide, sliding to his balls and making a mess of him. And your breasts – fuck – the only reason his lips aren’t on them is because you keep pushing him down each time he tries to reach.
Venom likes this.
The thought cuts through Eddie’s conscious like a knife, causing him to stutter in surprise.
“What’s the matter with you?” you ask teasingly, planting a soft little kiss on the corner of his mouth before biting into the plush of the bottom lip.
“Nothing! I ju-” he begins to defend himself but then black tendrils leap forward, hugging your body and making you squeal.
This was the first time you’d slept with Eddie. And now Venom’s going to ruin it! Mortified, Eddie opens his mouth to apologize to you, to calm you, and to berate the alien too...but then he realizes you’re giggling, freely letting yourself be moved on Eddie’s cock at a quicker pace while little tendrils play with every inch of your body.
Venom wants to make you both happy.
Is that endearing? Or threatening? Eddie doesn’t know, only realizes that his and your bodies are moved, like dolls, so that he’s on top, caging you in and thrusting into you hard. And fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
PAIRING/STARRING: Mobster!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.
WORD COUNT: 300.
SUMMARY: The thing you are willing to do to save the life of your love.
CONTENT: Referenced blackmail/hostage situation, drinking, trading of life, DARK elements – nothing detailed, though.
A/N: The 3rd prompt is Mack the Knife – Bobby Darin / “And he shows them pearly white”.
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Exchange
You spotted him right away, feeling his gaze on you as you slid your coat off. A burning trail down your spine. Turning, your eyes land on Lloyd Hansen, one of his brows raised appreciatively at the sight of you as if he didn’t know you would be here. As if you had a choice.
He’s lounging in one of the couches in the VIP corner, thighs spread wide and a drink in hand with a giant ice cube in it and a sliver of orange peel. There are a few people around him but at some word from him that you can’t hear over the music, they scatter, leaving the space free for you to join him instead.
Taking a deep breath, you saunter up the steps, causing him to smile like a shark waiting for its dinner. It makes you think of the lyrics to a song: And he shows them, pearly white. He knows this is the only option you have, coming to him. Becoming his. And as he pats his knee to indicate where you belong now, you take a deep breath and sit in his lap, an arm slipping around his neck, and his face much too close to your cleavage.
He wraps an arm around your waist, the other hand landing on your thigh and playing with the slit of your dress.
“So glad you decided to come,” he purrs.
You swallow. “You promised something in return,” you remind him.
“Indeed I did.”
He signals for his goons and a moment later they’ve brought out the man you’re doing this for. The man you love. You know he never intended to get into this sort of trouble. Never meant to get you involved. But now you are and it’s your freedom versus his life.
Pairing/starring: Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes.
Word count: 712.
Summary: Best friends on the battlefield and off...and that includes in bed with you.
Content: No plot, just smut (hand jobs, spit-roast).
A/N: After the September fun, I’m continuing the unrestrained smuttiness with Kinktober 2025! The prompt for the 3rd of October that I have chosen is “Threesome”. As per usual please like, comment, and especially reblog - that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more. Here’s my masterlist for Kinktober 2025 :)
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Four big hands are on your body, one made of cool metal that sends shocks through you due to the difference in temperature – you are sensitive, feeling everything they are doing. And you love it.
The hot mouth of Steve slides from your shoulder up onto your neck, sending shivers through your body even as he latches on with his teeth. It’s a delicious sting that makes your cunt clamp around nothing, arousal dripping onto Bucky’s thigh that you’re straddling.
Bucky’s hands are on your hips, making sure you keep grinding on him, his lips have found your left nipple, suckling it into his mouth and tickling it with his tongue so you’re arching your back.
Your other breast is in Steve’s right hand, calloused thumb brushing over it.
His left hand?
On Bucky’s cock. He can barely reach the way you’re all positioned, but he has managed a lazy grasp, fist moving slowly up and down the slightly curved length and making Bucky groan around his mouthful of you.
Your own hands are occupied too: one tangled in Bucky’s hair as if to keep you grounded, the other snaked behind your back to find Steve’s erection. You’re holding on more than actually stroking him, making him thrust into your fist slowly.
Everything is slow. There’s no hurry, just a deep hunger that will need time to sate.
They move carefully when shifting you to all fours, caged between their kneeling bodies.
Grabbing where your thigh and ass meets, Steve parts you so he can see the glistening folds and the dripping entrance to your cunt.
“So ready, huh?”
You whimper your yes, looking up at Bucky with pleading eyes before reaching for his hips to pull him closer. Tongue out, your greet his cock with a long lick, circling the crown and making him groan.
“She’s ready, Steve,” he confirms.
The nudging of Steve’s cock at your entrance is warm and blunt. Then they mirror each other’s actions, pushing into you slowly, soothing your whimpers with gentle touches and cooed words.
Even if you had wanted them to move faster, you’re too lost in the feeling to hurry them.
Bucky’s cock pushes into your throat, making you spasm around him. When your nose is flush to his pubic bone, Steve has bottomed out too, tip kissing your cervix and making your groan.
“Fuck...” Bucky sighs.
They find a rhythm wordlessly, shoving into your simultaneously and leaving you almost completely empty the next moment.
Each drag of Steve through your cunt hits all the right spots, dragging out the buildup as the coil inside you tenses and it’s only enhanced by the restricted breathing from taking Bucky into your throat. But the moment you know you’re done for is when Steve reaches around, finding you clit and methodically rubbing little circles on it.
You whimper, clamping down on his cock as the coil inside you threatens to snap.
“Go ahead, doll,” one of them urges.
The silent scream can barely get past Bucky’s cock when your tumble over the edge, your cunt is fluttering around Steve’s length and somehow – somehow they both still manage to keep their steady pace, prolonging your orgasms.
“Feel so good, sweetheart,” Steve coos.
“Taking us so well,” Buck agrees.
They’re both sounding ragged, but you know them – they can continue much longer than you can.
Still, you sense the change before the rhythm of their hips really increases: now they are working for their own releases.
Deep thrusts that allow them to feel every inch of you they claim. The sounds of squelching and quiet grunts fill the room mixed with the underlying note of your own blood rushing in your ears as Steve keeps toying with you, keeping you on a high that seems to stretch forever. Overly sensitive, you whimper and whine but it only seems to spur them on and suddenly they both stutter, pushing as deep as they can into you before stilling their hips.
You feel their heat fill you and you gratefully take it all.
When they pull away from you, the drag you along into a tangled heap on the bed and as you snuggle up, you’re finally allowed to come down from your orgasms, dizzy and spent but happy.
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PAIRING/STARRING: Captain America!Sam Wilson x GN!reader.
WORD COUNT: 300.
SUMMARY: Sam has made up his mind on how he can protect you best.
CONTENT: Breakup, heartbreak, love, desperation, slight threat, second chances.
A/N: The prompt for the 17th of Jukebox: Say Something – A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera / “It was over my head”.
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Trying again
“I’m sorry,” Sam concludes, twisting the proverbial knife he’s jammed in your heart.
Staggering, you hate that he’s the one to grab you and help you to sit down...and at the same time you don’t want him to let go. Not now.
No, you can’t believe what you’ve just been told.
“You’re...breaking up with me?” For some reason the idea is over your head, impossible to grasp properly even as he nods in confirmation. “You don’t love me?”
There it is. The hesitation as he looks away before replying with a lie:
“I don’t.”
“Bullshit.” Your response comes promptly, making him wince. But you know you’re right: he cares, he loves, he... “You’re trying to protect me, aren’t you?”
“Please don’t make this harder than it is,” he begs, the first tear falling down his cheek.
But the thing is, it doesn’t have to be hard at all: you love each other and you knew who he was going into this relationship. So his title might have changed, he’s gotten a shield now, but he’s still the same who tries to make the world a better place.
“No, Sam,” you reach for him, turning him to face you. “I’ll fight you on this. I’ll keep loving you...and I know you feel the same.”
“If anything happened to you...” He’d never forgive himself.
Still, you can’t lose him. Not like this. “The worst that could happen is happening now unless I change your mind. Don’t do this to me.” Then a devious thought strikes you. “Not to mention your sister will whoop your ass if you dump me.”
Sam groans. “God don’t remind me.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “I’m not changing my mind because of her.”
PAIRING/STARRING: Captain America!Sam Wilson x GN!reader.
WORD COUNT: 300.
SUMMARY: Sam has made up his mind on how he can protect you best.
CONTENT: Breakup, heartbreak, love, desperation, slight threat, second chances.
A/N: The prompt for the 17th of Jukebox: Say Something – A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera / “It was over my head”.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.
Trying again
“I’m sorry,” Sam concludes, twisting the proverbial knife he’s jammed in your heart.
Staggering, you hate that he’s the one to grab you and help you to sit down...and at the same time you don’t want him to let go. Not now.
No, you can’t believe what you’ve just been told.
“You’re...breaking up with me?” For some reason the idea is over your head, impossible to grasp properly even as he nods in confirmation. “You don’t love me?”
There it is. The hesitation as he looks away before replying with a lie:
“I don’t.”
“Bullshit.” Your response comes promptly, making him wince. But you know you’re right: he cares, he loves, he... “You’re trying to protect me, aren’t you?”
“Please don’t make this harder than it is,” he begs, the first tear falling down his cheek.
But the thing is, it doesn’t have to be hard at all: you love each other and you knew who he was going into this relationship. So his title might have changed, he’s gotten a shield now, but he’s still the same who tries to make the world a better place.
“No, Sam,” you reach for him, turning him to face you. “I’ll fight you on this. I’ll keep loving you...and I know you feel the same.”
“If anything happened to you...” He’d never forgive himself.
Still, you can’t lose him. Not like this. “The worst that could happen is happening now unless I change your mind. Don’t do this to me.” Then a devious thought strikes you. “Not to mention your sister will whoop your ass if you dump me.”
Sam groans. “God don’t remind me.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “I’m not changing my mind because of her.”
PAIRING/STARRING: Captain America!Sam Wilson x GN!reader.
WORD COUNT: 300.
SUMMARY: Sam has made up his mind on how he can protect you best.
CONTENT: Breakup, heartbreak, love, desperation, slight threat, second chances.
A/N: The prompt for the 17th of Jukebox: Say Something – A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera / “It was over my head”.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.
Trying again
“I’m sorry,” Sam concludes, twisting the proverbial knife he’s jammed in your heart.
Staggering, you hate that he’s the one to grab you and help you to sit down...and at the same time you don’t want him to let go. Not now.
No, you can’t believe what you’ve just been told.
“You’re...breaking up with me?” For some reason the idea is over your head, impossible to grasp properly even as he nods in confirmation. “You don’t love me?”
There it is. The hesitation as he looks away before replying with a lie:
“I don’t.”
“Bullshit.” Your response comes promptly, making him wince. But you know you’re right: he cares, he loves, he... “You’re trying to protect me, aren’t you?”
“Please don’t make this harder than it is,” he begs, the first tear falling down his cheek.
But the thing is, it doesn’t have to be hard at all: you love each other and you knew who he was going into this relationship. So his title might have changed, he’s gotten a shield now, but he’s still the same who tries to make the world a better place.
“No, Sam,” you reach for him, turning him to face you. “I’ll fight you on this. I’ll keep loving you...and I know you feel the same.”
“If anything happened to you...” He’d never forgive himself.
Still, you can’t lose him. Not like this. “The worst that could happen is happening now unless I change your mind. Don’t do this to me.” Then a devious thought strikes you. “Not to mention your sister will whoop your ass if you dump me.”
Sam groans. “God don’t remind me.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “I’m not changing my mind because of her.”
PAIRING/STARRING: Ryland Grace & Rocky the Eridian.
WORD COUNT: 280.
SUMMARY: Keeping secrets isn’t fun.
CONTENT: Secrets, sadness and joy mixed.
A/N: Every Breath You Take – The Police / “Every smile you fake” will see us through the 16th of Jukebox.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.
One more
Rocky is working on...something. Whatever it is, it’s making him happy, judging by the chirps and whistles coming from him. Sometimes, he’ll pause and put down the xenonite threads to take in the process.
“What uh what are you doing there, buddy?” Grace asks.
He’s trying to catalogue the many recordings, putting in time stamps to make it easier to navigate for the people back ho- back on earth. Now the human pauses, shifts the glasses down below his chin to get a better look at the metallic construction. But Rocky shifts, blocking the view.
“Must not look, request!”
“Why not?”
The stout figure vibrates with excitement. “Is present!”
Grace swivels the chair both to get a better feel for what Rocky’s up to but mostly to try to get a look at what the Eridian is making.
“You’re making a present for me?”
“Incorrect. Present for Earth. You take it with you home to them. Statement!”
It’s a stab in the heart that brings a sour taste to the back of Grace’s mouth. Keep smiling. There’s a lot Grace doesn’t understand or remember from before he left but he knows it’s a one way ticket and he knows Rocky would be devastated if he found out. That’s why he’s lied about it before. But with every smile he fakes, it gets harder to keep up the charade. Maybe I’m just lying to myself. Pretending it’s not going to happen is easier than to accept the truth.
“That’s...that’s really nice of you, Rocky,” he manages with a soft voice. “I’m sure they’ll like it.”
Rocky chirps, pleased with himself, and sets to work once more.
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Thanks @vunblr for the tag 💙 I did do a little work on my WIP’s over the weekend… but it was all handwritten! So… had to make sure everything was up to date so I could do this properly.
I have three WIPs on the go (and the working titles are basic right now but because I have so many bunnies it’s easier to differentiate)
rules: send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-5 sentences from that wip. You can send me more than one emoji in an ask or multiple asks! My wips right now are:
3️⃣ A/B/O Triad - Which is correct - three’s a crowd or third time is the charm? Follow a female!omega on her journey.
📱 Dating Apps - with a job that demands being called at all hours female!reader turns to dating apps to satisfy her needs.
😩 Interruptions - (A follow up though to Dating Apps though it could be read as a standalone) Trying to arrange hook ups is never easy when you and your FWB both could be called away at any minute.
I feel like it’s so typical that I’m writing smut before the first piece is even posted.. FFS Soels they haven’t even met yet
Wait....is this where we tell about our wips we got cooking? Well, in that case! I've got a few that I'm polishing up at the moment and here you get the run down even if it's not weekend ;)
"Trying again" - Sam Wilson x fem!reader.
Sam has made up his mind on how he can protect you best. (This is for the JuneJukeboxScribbles)
"Wazzuuup" - Eddie Brock/Venom x fem!reader.
Venom is *almost* able to stay out of Eddie’s business. (Also for JuneJukeboxScribbles)
"Other plans" - Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader.
The party almost seems at an end...but then it picks up for you. (Another JuneJukeboxScribbles)
"Cherry" - Steve Rogers x fem!reader.
Cherry? (The last JuneJukeboxScribbles I've got prepared atm)
And finally...
"LXXXV" - OC Zilvra Shadowsong.
Things are hard and full of dangers.
Thank you for the tag, @soelstress! Took the liberty of making a sort of moodboard to keep it a bit compact...and that's not my forte, but hey! I had fun with it :)
If I've answered differently on questions like these before, it's because I have a hard time choosing between some tropes and just picked what I felt like at the moment ;P
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
SUMMARY: Lazying at the pool can also be eventful.
CONTENT: Dorky flirting, first and second kiss.
A/N: The 7th of June brings us Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.
Jump right in
“Ouch ah eek oof ouch!”
Jake’s practically tap-dancing bare feet over the sun-baked tiles before launching into the pool. Moments later, he erupts like a breaching whale near where you’re sitting with the feet dangling over the edge.
“Come join me!” he grins, wiping water off his glasses without success.
Shaking your head at his efforts, you hold a hand out. “Here. You should’ve taken them off.”
“I wouldn’t be able to see you so well,” he worries.
He always flirts with you. Normally, you roll your eyes at it but really like it because Jake’s cute. No. He’s more than cute. He’s amazing. Sure, he talks a lot, but the sound of his voice is nice.
“Then you just have to be closer,” you suggest.
“I’d have to be real close.”
He slips off the glasses and steps over to give them to you.
“Yeah, how horrible,” you drawl, voice laden with sarcasm.
You should’ve known it would only spur him on. Maybe that was your plan. You’re not sure and you can’t think that far anymore when his large hands land on your knees, pushing them apart so he can step in between.
“I’d have to be this close to see,” he mumbles, stretching up a bit.
“I know you like what you see,” you whisper, heart fluttering and the glasses in your hand forgotten.
“Uhuh.” He confirms, leaning closer. “Can I?”
You nod and he kisses you. It’s quick but solid. Mouths smushed and the tip of his tongue caressing the seam of your lips as if to taste you before he pulls back.
“I’d have to be that close,” he gasps, slightly cross-eyed.
“Might have to insist on you never wearing your glasses, then. Like them, though.”
That makes him smile broadly before kissing you again.
PAIRING/STARRING: Ryland Grace & Rocky the Eridian.
WORD COUNT: 280.
SUMMARY: Keeping secrets isn’t fun.
CONTENT: Secrets, sadness and joy mixed.
A/N: Every Breath You Take – The Police / “Every smile you fake” will see us through the 16th of Jukebox.
As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog – that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my taglist for the challenge and my general MASTERLIST for more.
One more
Rocky is working on...something. Whatever it is, it’s making him happy, judging by the chirps and whistles coming from him. Sometimes, he’ll pause and put down the xenonite threads to take in the process.
“What uh what are you doing there, buddy?” Grace asks.
He’s trying to catalogue the many recordings, putting in time stamps to make it easier to navigate for the people back ho- back on earth. Now the human pauses, shifts the glasses down below his chin to get a better look at the metallic construction. But Rocky shifts, blocking the view.
“Must not look, request!”
“Why not?”
The stout figure vibrates with excitement. “Is present!”
Grace swivels the chair both to get a better feel for what Rocky’s up to but mostly to try to get a look at what the Eridian is making.
“You’re making a present for me?”
“Incorrect. Present for Earth. You take it with you home to them. Statement!”
It’s a stab in the heart that brings a sour taste to the back of Grace’s mouth. Keep smiling. There’s a lot Grace doesn’t understand or remember from before he left but he knows it’s a one way ticket and he knows Rocky would be devastated if he found out. That’s why he’s lied about it before. But with every smile he fakes, it gets harder to keep up the charade. Maybe I’m just lying to myself. Pretending it’s not going to happen is easier than to accept the truth.
“That’s...that’s really nice of you, Rocky,” he manages with a soft voice. “I’m sure they’ll like it.”
Rocky chirps, pleased with himself, and sets to work once more.
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PAIRING/STARRING: Ryland Grace & Rocky the Eridian.
WORD COUNT: 280.
SUMMARY: Keeping secrets isn’t fun.
CONTENT: Secrets, sadness and joy mixed.
A/N: Every Breath You Take – The Police / “Every smile you fake” will see us through the 16th of Jukebox.
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One more
Rocky is working on...something. Whatever it is, it’s making him happy, judging by the chirps and whistles coming from him. Sometimes, he’ll pause and put down the xenonite threads to take in the process.
“What uh what are you doing there, buddy?” Grace asks.
He’s trying to catalogue the many recordings, putting in time stamps to make it easier to navigate for the people back ho- back on earth. Now the human pauses, shifts the glasses down below his chin to get a better look at the metallic construction. But Rocky shifts, blocking the view.
“Must not look, request!”
“Why not?”
The stout figure vibrates with excitement. “Is present!”
Grace swivels the chair both to get a better feel for what Rocky’s up to but mostly to try to get a look at what the Eridian is making.
“You’re making a present for me?”
“Incorrect. Present for Earth. Grace take it with home to them. Statement!”
It’s a stab in the heart that brings a sour taste to the back of Grace’s mouth. Keep smiling. There’s a lot Grace doesn’t understand or remember from before he left but he knows it’s a one way ticket and he knows Rocky would be devastated if he found out. That’s why he’s lied about it before. But with every smile he fakes, it gets harder to keep up the charade. Maybe I’m just lying to myself. Pretending it’s not going to happen is easier than to accept the truth.
“That’s...that’s really nice of you, Rocky,” he manages with a soft voice. “I’m sure they’ll like it.”
Rocky chirps, pleased with himself, and sets to work once more.
SUMMARY: Geto is in a bad place, living only in short moments.
CONTENT: Bad mental health, drug abuse, messy timeline (bursts of clarity), brief smut (oral male rec), loneliness.
A/N: The prompt for this day of the #JuneJukeboxScribbles is Bad Habits – Ed Sheeran / “I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do”.
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My last
He loves it.
The bass throbs in every single one of his cells, becoming a part of him as he sways to the music along with the crowd of people. His hands are on the hips of a pretty girl, her ass rubbing against his groin that’s pulsing off beat.
She’d crawled onto his lap in the booth, short skirt riding up and a pill on her tongue as she kissed him, tipping him into a different world.
It’s not the first time.
It won’t be the last.
It’s in these moments he feels found. Scratch that. It’s in these moments he feels. The lights are brighter and prettier, the music more ethereal.
Fingers stroke through his long hair, tugging deliciously at his scalp. Lips find his collarbone, lipstick and a bruise being left behind as she kisses her way down, popping the buttons of the shirt one by one as she lowers herself to her knees before him.
The colourful lights are gone, replaced with the flicker of a back alley street lamp. The wall rough against his palm as he supports himself against it, looking down at the girl. How did they get out here? Then she takes his length in her mouth and it doesn’t matter anymore.
Tossing his head back with a groan, he thrusts lazily into her throat, ignoring the choking sound and the way her nails dig into his ass. She’ll get accustomed to it.
Fuck, it’s tight. Feels good. Feels.
Feels hollow. A voice in the back of his head warns him as he falls into the bed that it can’t go on. Looking to his side, he finds an empty pillow. Empty like him. The high’s gone and he’s got nothing left to lose, or use, or do.
