(Himbo skeppy and emo bad
Suggested 'hey emo boy!' Or 'bimbo doll' As the song)
(Au explanation! Skeppy is a himbo, he wears only the shortest of shorts and tank tops, is really stupid, and bad is an Emo boy, he'll be 7ft and got the spiked wrist bands ect , skeppy will be 5'8 here :3)
TWS ⚠️: Hardcore sex, degrading, mentions of SH scars, they're teens in this au, really horny teens. A lot of flirting and dirty talk, PDA, daddy kink, small mentions of overstim
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~Skeppys POV~
The dumb, rich daddy and rich boyfriend himbo doll diamond boy, and his big dick, non swearing, emo demon boyfriend.
That's what everyone calls us, me and bad. I don't really care that everyone calls me stupid because in all honesty, I kinda am.
And to say that my boyfriends got a big dick, wouldn't be wrong.
I've got my favorite pair of shorts on today, they're just about five-ish inches down my thighs, the bottom of my ass poking out the back. My schools dress code doesn't allow the teachers to do shit about it, and I fucking love that.
They pretty much all hate me.
I've got a somewhat long tank top on, going maybe an inch over the button on my shorts, and my favorite sunglasses propped up on my head, star shaped, half pink half yellow.
I'm made of diamond, so it's really hard for me to get cold. But real easy to get hot, if that makes sense? I just choose a form that looks more human, same effects. (Only in this universe)
Bads right by my side, we're in the mall. I convinced him to come with me right after class ended, even though that means more people will be here.
We're walking around, about to walk into a hot topic, when I see someone from school. "Hey quack!" I say with enthusiasm as he approaches us.
Bad always gets a little more territorial when quackities around, I don't pay it any mind. Bad snakes one hand over and onto my ass, again, I pay no mind. Used to it by now.
His tail starts whipping back and forth somewhat slowly, but I turn my attention back to quackity. "You convinced him to come here right after school? He hates big crowds." He asks slightly confused.
"Only because it's me asking~"
"Begging." Bad corrects.
I ignore his comment. "Anyway, I was just getting some new lip gloss, and then maybe looking for more shorts or sunglasses, it's hot after all. And I wanna look good."
"And who's paying for all that?" Quackity asks with a grin. "Me probably," bad says. "He must give good head." Quackity says while gesturing to me.
"Quackity-!" Bad almost shrieks, face burning up. "Now we'll be on our wayy, bye quack!!" I say before dragging bad into hot topic.
I browse the lip glosses until I find my favorite, summer sun. It smells like the beach, but bad says it tastes like peaches. I pick it up, it's glittery and a deep deep orange.
"Do you have to get the glitter? I hate having that stuff on my lips all the time.." Bad grumbles. "You could stop kissing me 24/7, that would also solve your glitter problem."
