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"i felt consumed. and yes, i heard. it was the only thing i heard. i would've honestly...i would've never hoped, otherwise. you're far too wonderful for an idiot."

Kloktober 2024 Day 12

Tattoos or piercings

Been wanting to give a try to Ladyklok for a while now and today's prompt was a pretty good excuse for that! And, of course it's Skwistok.

Sketch by @mirrorshards from one of our convos about genderbending Dethklok ❤️

Toki didn’t know about it at first. She only noticed when she kept noticing a glimmer everytime Skwisgaal talked, like a reflection bouncing off a shiny object. It was when Skwisgaal laughed that she saw it.

A perfectly round silver ball sitting right at the center of her tongue. 

“Whats?” She asked, because Toki kept staring at her tongue.

“Oh.” Toki looked away, feeling stupid for being so obvious. “I didn’t knows you…gots that.”

Skwisgaal’s eyes went wide. “De piercingks? Ja, I gots it done the other nights. Pickle helpeds me.”

“Pickle?”

“Ja, she numbs my tongues with ice and then stabs it with a needles. Ams totallies brutal.”

“It ams sounds painful…” Toki was already shivering from the idea. 

“Wells, I was looking into her eyes so I didnts realize until its had happens.” Skwisgaal shrugged. “She ams a total pros, gots me sittingks in de reclining chairs and alls dat.”

When she said it like that, it did sound quite intimate so Toki tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in her chest. “Um, and why you does that?”

Skwisgaal smirked at her, elbowing Toki. “Oh yous, donts acts like a prudes now.” 

“Whats?” Toki was confused.

Realizing Toki wasn’t lying, Skwisgaal blinked. “Waits, you really dont knows?”

“Noes?”

Skwisgaal started laughing so loudly, that if they weren’t in her room, it would’ve attracted the others’ attention. It was nevertheless still embarrassing, however.

“Whats? What ams it?” Toki asked, only to be ignored by her laughing friend. “Skwisgaal!” She shook her.

“Fines, fines!” Skwisgaal pushed her away. “Dey says it feels good when suckingks dicks.”

“...Oh.”

“Ja, de feelings de metals against de sausage…” Skwisgaal said, dragging down her bottom lip with one finger. “It ams like, amazingks or whatevors.”

Toki got so distracted looking at the way Skwisgaal’s finger trailed over her lips that she almost forgot to keep the conversation going. “S-Soes you hasnt trieds it, yets?”

“Noes.” Skwisgaal put her finger down. “It horts like hells for a few days, so I didnts wants any dicks nears me. But it ams fines now, I thinks I can tries tonights.”

“Hmm…” Toki hummed, distracted. “I wonders what ams dats like…”

“Whats whats like?”

“The piercings on their you know whats…” She tried to picture herself as a man, getting head by a woman with a piercing in her tongue. Her head bobbing up and down as she took her length, the piercing sliding against his member, rubbing and-

“Woulds you know?” Skwisgaal asked, interrupting Toki’s fantasy.

“What you means?” Toki was confused.

“What it ams like.” Skwisgaal said, rolling her eyes like it was obvious.

That wasn’t any less confusing. “But I don’ts…”

Skwisgaal silenced her by cupping the side of her face and mashing their lips together. At first, Toki’s eyes widened, completely thrown aback by the sudden contact, but then she realized she didn’t care and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Skwisgaal’s lips pressing against hers.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen Skwisgaal do this before. She liked to offer fanservice because she knew that’s what the fans liked, so she often touched and kissed Nat during concerts because they were the two most popular band members. Toki had also seen her makeout with Pickles when they were both really wasted. And she also liked to fluster Murderface with dirty comments just to piss her off sometimes.

With Toki, though? Nothing, to the point she wondered if Skwisgaal found her ugly or something.

And she was so goddamn glad to be proven wrong.

As she spread her lips open and Skwisgaal slid her tongue in, Toki had to hold back a moan. It’s not like frenching The Skwisgaal Skwigelf was enough, she also had a tongue piercing that was numbing Toki’s senses by the second. 

The cold piece of metal created a contrast with Skwisgaal’s warm tongue, its shape making itself noticeable when everything else was wet flesh against flesh. Skwisgaal moved it in circles, creating an arousing pattern for Toki whose imagination was already flying way too high. Just when he was about to grab Skwisgaal’s waist, the latter pulled back, wiping her mouth. 

“Dat ams de gist of it, pretties much.” She said so casually, like she had shown her a new guitar riff or something.

It took more than several seconds for Toki to recover, already missing having Skwisgaal against her. “I don’t thinks I gets it.” She said, though her squeaky voice indicated otherwise.

“Whats?” Skwisgaal raised her eyebrow, like Toki had said something insane.

Toki cleared her throat. “It ams too fast soes I didn’t gets time to…understands…” Her voice trailed of as Skwisgaal’s judgemental eyes laid on her. Shit, had that been too obvious? 

“You says it was just okejs?” Skwisgaal asked, in a grave tone.

“Kinds of…” Toki averted her gaze, fearing that if they locked eyes then her true intentions would be found out.

Skwisgaal snorted. “Dat ams too bads.” She said and Toki tried not to show disappointment. 

Before too long, however, Skwisgaal grabbed her face and kissed her again.

This time it was more intense, more passionate, as if the lead guitarist was trying to seduce her, unaware that said event had already taken place a long time ago. Skwisgaal pushed Toki to her bed, straddling her right after before resuming the ferocious makeout. This time, Toki allowed herself to moan, to kiss her as deeply as she could, to touch her under the pretense that it was all part of the context. 

When Skwisgaal started sucking Toki’s tongue, her half-lidded eyes on Toki as she went up and down, Toki thought it would be the end for her. How was she supposed to keep her facade up like this? How was she supposed to pretend she wasn’t already crushing on her? How was she-

“What ams you doingks?” Skwisgaal asked, when Toki tried to undo her bra. 

Her brain went blank. “I…”

Skwisgaal sat up, chuckling. “I guess it was enof dis times.” She said, cracking up when Toki stammered in response. 

“I guess it amsn’t bads…” Toki sat up as well, feeling like gravity had made her crash too hard at once. 

“Maybes a goods equivalents would be suckingks you clits, heugh?” Skwisgaal said. Suddenly, she the smile dropped off her face and she leaned closer to Toki.

The proximity was disorientating yet the proposal was even worse and Toki froze, gazing at Skwisgaal’s lips.

But then Skwisgaal was laughing again. “Ams kiddings! Gods!” She glanced at Toki, still cackling. “Yous not a lesbos, rights?”

“W-Whats?” Toki turned red. “Of course nots!”

“Goods.” Skwisgaal chuckled, shaking her head.

As she watched Skwisgaal straighten up her clothes, Toki couldn’t tell if she had gotten lucky or cursed. 

Because she somehow wanted her stupid bandmate even more than before. 

For @razielim’s prompt this week. 

Stalker dad dances with his daughter before he’s off to the Zone again.

HAPPY YAOI DAY TO THEM & THEM ALONE

🐱☕️ ⌚️💵

Hunk and Lance were all but eleven years old when they met one another. Their first year as middle schoolers, and they both couldn’t be more terrified, for their own reasons.

Lance had grown up in such a large family that all he really wanted was to be seen and heard. He never blamed his parents, of course; it was easy to lose one kid to the crowd if he didn’t make himself known. Middle school would be different; he’d make friends, people would know his face and his name, he’d mean something to someone.

Hunk was someplace new, someplace terrifying. After the accident that had taken his parents’ lives, his brother had taken to raising him. His brother was attending University now, they had to move to be closer to it. The places, the people were all unfamiliar to him. Not only that, but this was a new school. A middle school, which he’d never experienced before.

Lance wasn’t sure what exactly it was about this kid— this shy, clearly uncertain boy— but he was drawn to him. Their bond was near instantaneous. Lance was charismatic (in that awkward preteen sort of way), he was playful and eccentric, and he just wanted a friend. Hunk was the perfect man for the job; he was kind, and gentle, he was a warm hug and fresh baked cookies after a long day personified. Lance had been the first kid to treat him kindly after such a big change, such a big move.

They were an unstoppable pair, the best of friends. Where one went, the other typically followed.

Lance had always dreamt of being a pilot, a fighter pilot, which meant he’d always dreamt of attending the Garrison.

He hadn’t expected Hunk to follow this time; he knew his buddy had no desire to fly, to pilot. He’d always had a hobby of cooking or baking, he liked to build and tinker, but piloting was never on his list of desires or hobbies.

But Hunk felt like he had such a high bar to reach, such big shoes he feared he couldn’t fill. His brother had both raised him and completed university at the same time. He was successful, he was smart, he was kind. He was superhuman, in Hunk’s eyes. He had to do something that could live up to his expectations.

When Lance told him he had submitted his application to the Garrison, the idea came to him. He would follow Lance. He would be a pilot engineer. They could stick together, as buddies always did. It wasn’t his passion, sure, but it would make his brother proud.

It was there that they met their teammate for the simulators: Pidge. This guy was feisty, intelligent (sometimes a bit too much for Lance to follow, but they made do), but most of all, cared way too much, even if they strived not to show it.

Pidge fit into their trio with ease; their presence was natural, like they’d always belonged in their group. They bickered with Lance like siblings, they raved about tech with Hunk. They were secretive, but not in the way that tore their friend group apart. Hunk and Lance could see their hurt that Pidge thought they were hiding so well, and they knew better than to pry.

The three of them were inseparable. It makes sense that the three of them wound up in space together, on the same team once again, doesn’t it?

Anxious

is that soft look for... oscar???

"there you go, sumire! you'll be able to brew a cup for boss soon enough!" "... let's not get ahead of ourselves."