#and i’ll never have it purely bc of how i look and sound and there’s nothing i can do about it

[elytrafemme]

ok i need to be very kind to myself and acknowledge that i had a good day regardless of how it ended but i did find out that my other best friend (no.4) is asking someone out meaning nearly every person i know is either at that stage or in a relationship and i’m wondering at what point do i start ramping up my insanity in hopes of finding any kind of love

[ilwonuu]

show me

yang jeongin

•pairing- established relationship, inexperienced!reader x softdom!jeongin

•genre- pure smut

•synopsis- your boyfriend offers to teach you how to please him. maybe you didn’t even need his teaching.

•warnings- smut without plot, jeongin has a corruption kink low-key, oral sex (m rec), dirty talk, praise, mentions sex, jeongin a freak but wbk, lots of cum uhhhhh lmk what i missed <3

your whole body was shaking in anticipation. you have never sucked dick before. and your boyfriend offered to guide you through it with a pretty smirk.

“don’t worry sweetheart. you’ll be perfect.” he looked down at you on your knees. you looked at him with a half smile.

you trust jeongin more than anything but of course you’re gonna be nervous to do this for the first time.

“you see how hard you got me?” he rubbed your cheeks softly as his eyes darkened as he stared at you.

“want you to feel good innie.” you whispered to him as you broke eye contact.

“you’re cute. will you take my pants off for me like a good girl?” his voice sounded deeper as he helped you with the first step.

you loved when he talked to you like this you’ve discovered after a few make out sessions and dry humping. jeongin was pretty big.

you felt and could see obviously. you grabbed the hem of his pajama pants, pulling down his legs. his dick stood in front of your eyes. you were surprised jeongin wasn’t wearing underwear.

“just for you.” he said with a big smirk. you blushed at his word before getting ahold of his cock in your hands. he watched you with a smirk before grabbing his cock from you.

“open your mouth.” you’ve never seen his eyes this dark as he watched your every movement. you open your mouth wide for him as he waited for him.

“look at you. so dirty for me aren’t you? tell me how bad you want my cock in your mouth.” he rubbed his dick against your lips as he waited for an answer.

“i want your cock so bad- innie please i just-“ he smiled at you as he spoke.

“show me. let me see you put it in your mouth.” he leaned back against the wall as he focused on you. you didn’t want to wait anymore so you grabbed his half hard cock. you licked the tip as you kept your gaze with him.

he hissed at the contact as he watched you take him into your mouth. you remembered he was supposed to be guiding you but you seemed to be pleasing him with exactly what you’re doing.

“f-fuck just like that. are y-you sure this is your first time?” he helped you bob your head on his cock. jeongin’s dirty talk had flat lined and most of what could be heard was his groans and moans.

“uh- fuck. don’t stop i’m gonna cum in your mouth if you keep going like that.” that made you moan into his cock. he sounded so good when you pleasured him.

“good fucking girl. i knew you’d know how to suck t-this- cock. god baby.” jeongin threw his head back as he got lost in his pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum. s-shit you gonna swallow like my good girl?” you hummed in response as you keep your movements on his cock. you wanted to come up for air but you could tell how close he was. his thighs were twitching with how close he was.

“mm- i’m cumming.” he keep his eyes on you as his cum painted the inside of your mouth. there was a lot of the warm liquid in your throat.

you were caught off guard with him pulling out of your mouth to cum a little on your face. painting your lips as he planted and moaned your name.

“god fuck- you are gonna kill me. i’ve never came that much from just head. you’re crazy baby.” he laughed a little as he helped you cleaned your face.

“come here.” he kissed you with a big smirk.

“i’d like to teach you some other things too. if you want.” he pulled you close to him as his smirk only got bigger.

a/n: i needed fo post this bc i was dying of jeongin thoughts. i love u all muah<3 happy holidays idk when i’ll post next lmfao

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

The Fight || Billy The Kid x reader

Summary: Billy involves himself in a physical fight over you.

Warnings: violence, swearing, blood

Wc: 1,347

A/n: uh- this is my very first time writing a Billy fic so pls bear w me (especially w how they talk and stuff) bc in the the series I don’t really find Billy talking like how ppl write abt him (absolutely not hate whatsoever to those who do, I absolutely love ur fics find you all so talented 😭) so I’ll try my best to be as accurate as I can. Do let me know if I make a mistake so I can improve :)

Divider by @pommecita

"I'd fuck her any day if she wasn't whoring herself for him," Ollinger slurs, throwing his head back to let the contents of the bottle run down his throat as the men around him laugh. Billy's head pikes up at the sound. Typical Ollinger, talking about some woman as if she was an object.

Billy watches from the other side of the room as he continues to talk to them, his voice becoming louder by the second. "hot for a fucking gringo, and that's saying something," He shakes his head his eyes half close by how wasted he was.

"Wonder how Billy would feel if I had her, don't think he's too keen on sharin?" He nudges the guy beside him before bursting out laughing. Hearing this, he realises that Ollinger was talking about you. Calling you a whore.

He slammed the bottle in his hand down on the table making a loud noise. Pat Garrett and Jessie slightly flinch before they look up at Billy who was already standing, fuming.

"What's goin' on?" Pat asks, his eyes trying to follow Billy's line of gaze. Billy doesn't answer, instead, he storms over to where Bob Ollinger was and his friends. They were all laughing until one of the guys ushered everyone and tapped Ollinger to face Billy.

He slowly turned around, seemingly not bothered by Billy's presence or the fact that he towered over him. "Have something to say 'bout my girl Ollinger? Hm?" He stands his ground, taking another swig of his alcohol as he maintains eye contact with Billy. Everyone in the room had quietened down, eyes trained on the two who never got along.

"Maybe. Wanna hear what I gotta say Billy?" He smirks as Pat Garret and Jessie had already stood up from where they were. Billy narrows his eyes at the man. "I think she's a pretty little gringa you got there, but she needs a real man, not some kid like you-" "You're fucking pathetic, y'know that?" Billy spat, venom laced in his words.

Ollinger seemed to have sobered up when he said that. He looked at Billy with pure rage. "What’d you call me, boy." His blood was boiling at this point. "I said." Billy steps closer, "You're fucking pathetic." He threw a punch at his jaw as Ollinger falls back from the impact and his lack of balance.

At this point the room was cheering the two on as they throw punches at each other. Ollinger swings at Billy but misses, he was glad he wasn't drinking as much that night. He then lunges and aims towards Billy's stomach, knocking him onto the table as all its contents fell on the floor. "C'mon Billy get up!" Garrett pushes him back up.

Billy had a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow as a trail of blood fell down the side of his face. However, it was nothing compared to the damage he did on Ollinger. "Call a whore one more time, I dare you," Billy yelled, throwing punch after punch as he was on top of him. "Billy! Billy stop!" Billy heard your familiar voice but didn't stop. All he could see was red.

From the moment you stepped foot out of your carriage that dropped you off in front of the pub, you knew a brawl of some sort was going on inside by the way you could hear cheers and the noise of furniture being knocked over.

You hurriedly walk in. You couldn't see what was going on over the tall people who stood in front of you. Weaving your way through the crowd to try and see what the commotion was about, you bumped into Jessie. "Woah there-" "Jessie, what's going on? Where's Billy?" You quickly ask him before your eyes fall onto him.

He was on top of Ollinger, throwing punch after punch. Your eyes widen in horror as you try to go to him but was held back by Jessie who had an arm around your shoulder. "Let me go! I need to stop him Jessie!" You struggle against his iron like grip. "Can't have you get involved in fight, sweetheart. Can’t let you goin' home with a scratch on your pretty face now can I?"

He says against the side of your face as you squirm, helplessly watching the fight. There was blood everywhere and you feared that Billy had killed Ollinger. "Jessie!" You thrash in his grip before he gives Garrett a look who nods and quickly breaks up the fight.

"That's enough, Billy. You got what you wanted," Pat and few other guys pulled Billy back who was breathing heavily, blood covered his shirt and hands. Billy spits on the ground. "All right, show's over!" Jessie yells as people start leaving. Ollinger gets pulled up by a few others as he's dragged away, his body limp.

"Don't you fucking go near her! You hear me Ollinger?" Billy yells before he spits more blood out. "Enough, Billy!" You exasperated, kneeling beside him to take his face in your hands, inspecting it.

Thank god there wasn’t much damage, only a busted lip and a cut on his eyebrow. “For god’s sake Billy! What happened now?” You search his eyes as he stares back at you, blankly. You catch Pat and Jessie looking at you before their eyes find the floor rather interesting. You stand up, dress already spotted in crimson as you brush the loose strands of your hair behind your ears, “What happened here?”

~

You made a beeline to your bathroom. Billy closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed, he let out a groan before falling back onto the soft mattress. He starts to sit up when he hears you walk back in, a first aid kit in your hands.

You hadn't spoken a word to him since the two of you left the pub and came back to your house. You were grateful that your parents were away for the week, they would have thrown a fit if they saw you covered in blood and Billy batted up.

Moving to stand in between his legs, Billy lifts his hands up to rest on your hips but you slap his hands away. "Darlin'-" "I don't want to hear it Billy," You say, annoyance dripping from you voice as he hisses at the contact of disinfectant on his cut.

Billy lets out a sigh, his eyes trained on your angel like face as you attend to his face. "I'm sorry, I really am-" "Five times. Five times you've gotten into a fight because of me." You scoff, tilting his head firmly as you go over his eyebrow.

"You told me you would stop Billy. I can't keep playing nurse with you because you can't bite your tongue," You make eye contact with him. "You expect me to just sit around and do nothing when some guy is calling you my whore?" Billy's voice gets louder as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

You gulp, eyes looking everywhere but him. "Look at me!" He grips your chin with his thumb and index finger, "You've known me long enough to know I ain't that type of guy," He spoke, his eyes darkening.

"And you've known me long enough to know that I can handle whatever they call me. I don't need you getting into a fight every time someone foul mouths me," Your eyes begin to water. You hated seeing Billy like this. You hated how most of his fights revolved around the topic of you.

"They're all worth it, doll. You're worth it." Billy wipes away the singular tear that managed to escape. You sniffle lightly before he pulls you onto his lap, your arms securing themselves around his neck as he strokes your hair.

"Try not to get into another fight because of me," You mutter, your fingers drawing random shapes on his back as you hear him chuckle, "Can't keep any promises, darlin'" He kisses your hair as the two of you hold each other.

[tetzoro]

MDNI. suggestive. WC : ~700. a little something from the drafts bc i miss him ! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

walking in on zoro working out, already well within his progression of push-ups. the look of concentration on his face is enough to make you stop in your tracks, eyes trailing along his glistening skin, sweat covering almost every inch. a true show of his dedication to the craft; to refining his body into the strongest version of himself all so he can lay claim to the title he’s been chasing since he could first wield a sword.

you know he knows you’re there; the man was as observant as they come. but he made no effort to acknowledge you. yet. the gears in his mind were turning, spitting out number after number to keep him on track with his goal.

but you’ve always been a stubborn little thing.

after four more efficient push-ups, your face lined up under his — albeit upside down as you lay on the ground before him, not wanting to slide under his moving body and interrupt the steady flow he had created.

“you mind?” zoro manages to grunt out, his voice more gravelly than usual.

“not at all.” a smug expression takes up your face, your lips twitching up as your nose scrunches in the way that tugs at his heart. he lets out an amused scoff. “just here to help.”

“yeah?” zoro tucked one arm behind his back as his pace never faltered. your eyes flicker to the remaining arm holding him up , bicep bulging as he showcases his strength. “how’s that?”

“i’ll grant you a kiss for every 10 you do.” a cheeky grin for a cheeky girl, he notes.

“you’re upside down.” in the back of his mind, he’s still counting, already well within the ten push-ups that will earn him a kiss. quickly, you adjust yourself now that you have an opening, sliding right under him so every time he lowers himself to the ground, his nose brushes against yours, and his heated body kisses your own.

“there.” the closeness threw you off more than it did him, squirming under him as he presses against you each time he lowers his hard body.

“well?” he tilts his head a little to the left, angling it perfectly for you. the pink of his tongue slips out and swipes along his bottom lip in anticipation. he pushes back down and you melt into him, lips colliding as he kisses you back.

it was short-lived, as his arm straightens back out and he was hovering over you — still keeping track of his push-ups. but now that you’ve had a taste…

your hand trails along his pecs and you see his abdomen ripple even more, almost concaving to your touch. he tries not to falter as your finger moves along the ridges of his chest, barely brushing over his nipple. slowly but surely your finger slides further down, close to a place that he could never be entirely disciplined with again — not after he’s been deep inside of you, the two of you unraveling to your molten cores together.

after ten more, he falls back into you and his lips crash onto yours. the heat and adrenaline fire off in his brain, his body reacting on pure instinct. the need to be with you is too great. the thought only exemplifies as you addictingly mewl into his mouth in a way that makes him only crave more.

zoro’s tongue expertly slips past your lips, swirling around with yours and only making the kiss messier. your fingers thread in his hair and use the new position to pull him in deeper, a low groan spilling from the depths of his chest and into your mouth.

fighting for his breath more than he’s ever had to during his workout, he pulls apart from you and rests his forehead against yours — eye sealed shut. he doesn’t need to open them to see the triumphant look on your face, he can sense the victory coursing throughout your body. the same body he so badly wants to indulge in.

“maybe i can help you with some cardio next?” the soft breathy sound of your voice has his eye cracking open, watching the mirth swim in the depths of your own.

“yeah.” his voice is gruff, his gaze lowering to your kiss-bitten lips. to make a point, he presses his hardened length against your core, throbbing with a need only you can satiate. “it’s the least you could do.”

[moonlight-alexia]

moments like this | s.c.

steph catley x mccabe!reader | 0.8k | 'I never want to forget this moment,' + 'I love how you look at me like I'm the only person in the world,' + 'You look really good in my shirt,'

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of the enchanted to meet you universe. maybe a little suggestive at the end. maybe bc i wrote this at 2am so a little sleep deprived and it probs isnt good but hope you like it!

❆♡────୨ holiday season blurb event ৎ────♡❆

The final whistle sounded throughout the stadium and you instantly turned around. It’s like you instinctively knew where Steph was and ran straight to her. The entire moment was a blur when you picked her up and spun her around. The biggest smiles on your faces. Neither you or your teammates could believe that you – arsenal – had just won the champions league final.

It’d been a long season but all your hard work, all your teammates' hard work had paid off. Your first champions league win and you got to do it alongside your girlfriend, your sister and your friends that you now consider family.

‘I never want to forget this moment,’ You beamed looking at Steph while she held your face in her hands, legs around your waist while you kept her in your arms. 

‘I don’t think we’ll ever forget it baby. We did this together,’ In the moment Steph leaned down and briefly, but firmly, kissed your lips. The two of you were in your own little world, until your sister basically tackled you to the ground in a hug.

‘We’re champions!’ Katie practically yelled into your ear before rolling off of you and Steph. The three of you laid on the pitch staring up just taking it all in. You knew it was definitely going to take you weeks to fully process this.

Eventually you all got up, the big smile permanently etched onto your face. Wrapping your arm around Steph, wanting to be close to her, you both walked around the pitch celebrating with your teammates.

It was ironic that you’d just played Barcelona in the final. Of course you’d seen and gone up to your closest friends afterwards but you really paid no attention to much other than your teammates and Steph and the fact you’d just won the champions league with your favourite person. You were the happiest you’d been since leaving Barcelona. It took a lot for you to reach that point so you were going to celebrate, you definitely weren’t going to notice anything else.

Though Steph noticed the pair of eyes that had followed you both on and off since the final whistle. Meeting Barcelona, it was inevitable it might happen. Steph smirked, ‘Babe, swap shirts with me,’ Steph had leaned in close, her breath against your neck sending shivers down your spine. Steph’s fingers had dipped beneath your shirt, lightly tracing your skin.

You were putty in Steph’s hands. Anything she wanted, you’d give to her. Almost in the middle of the pitch you took off your shirt and swapped it with Steph’s. It meant more to Steph than just trying to annoy your ex and show off that she could and has treated you the way you deserve to be loved. Having your last name on her back and seeing hers on you, all she could do was look at you like it was only the two of you and no one else existed in this moment.

You felt your cheeks heat up when you noticed Steph staring at you, her eyes holding so much love and adoration towards you, ‘I love how you look at me like I’m the only person in the world,’ Your voice was suddenly small as you wrapped your arms around Steph’s waist, bringing her in so you could hide your face in her neck.

When you came to England you really didn’t expect to find a love as pure as the one Steph gave you. Every day you felt incredibly lucky to have someone like Steph by your side and the feeling for Steph was definitely mutual.

‘You’re so cute,’ Steph’s hand gently resting on the back of your head, ‘I’ll never look at you any less,’ 

Before you knew it, you were dragging Steph out of the club and back to where you were staying. Celebrations had gone long into the night and you just wanted to have some time with just the two of you. As soon as you got into your room, closing the door, you had Steph pressed up against it. 

Hands resting on her waist while her arms wrapped around your neck, ‘You look really good in my shirt,’ You rasped out, fingers dancing along the edge of the shirt. Steph loved the reaction you gave whenever she was wearing something of yours, how it made you need to be as close to her as you could get yours.

Steph guided your face towards her, kissing you hard and slow, wanting to take her time. You knew everyone thought otherwise but Steph almost always took control and you were happy to let her have it. 

‘Can’t believe I get to make this permanent,’ You breathed out, eyes closed slightly, while one of your hands traced over your last name on the back of the shirt Steph was wearing.

Steph smirked, a fight neither of you were going to let up on when it came to choosing a last name before you get married, ‘Who said we’re taking your last name?’ 

[hayleythesugarbowl]

If you want to, could you somehow do something like Ian Hecox x daughter reader that is just fluff ?

Daddy Ian || Ian Hecox & daughter!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: ian introduces his daughter to the smosh cast

word count: 829

warnings: none

a/n: i absolutely can! dad!ian is so important to me 🥹 this is just pure fluff and smosh cast being smosh cast. i imagine the reader to be in high school just bc of like timing and stuff. enjoy 💌

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     “Hooligans, my daughter. Daughter, hooligans.”

     Your dad gestured between you and the group of people standing in front of you. You waved at them.

     “Hey, I’m (Y/n), it’s nice to meet all of you,” you said politely. 

     Your dad had finally decided to give you a tour of the Smosh studios where he did his job and you had been more than eager to meet his coworkers and see how things worked. 

     “(Y/n), this is Damien, Angela, Chanse, Arasha, and Tommy,” Ian told you, pointing at everyone. “Oh, and that’s Trevor I guess.”

     The guy who must’ve been Trevor threw up his arms in surrender. You giggled. 

     “So, you’re the famous (Y/n) Hecox that Ian never shuts up about,” Tommy said. 

     “My dad’s told me so many things about all of you,” you said. “Which one of you jumped over a car?”

     “Oh I like her,” Chanse said, turning to Ian. “You’ve taught her well.”

     “Well I had to,” your dad spoke to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder playfully. “Since she doesn’t watch our videos.”

     “Don’t feel bad, I don’t either,” Angela said conspiratorially out of the side of her mouth.

     “Dad, I watched that one, remember?” You said. 

     “Beef ‘n Go doesn’t count,” Ian corrected. 

     “What’s Beef ‘n Go?” Arasha asked. 

     “Tell you later,” Damien answered her. 

     “It’s so cool seeing where you guys film,” you said, looking around. “I’ve never been in a real studio before.”

     “Hear that? She thinks I’m cool,” Ian mock whispered to his friends.

     “Ok, that’s not what I said,” you corrected.

     “Well that’s how I heard it.” Ian shrugged.

     “Your hearing’s also probably not what it used to be, am I right?” Trevor said, the mischievous grin on his face melting as Ian raised an eyebrow at him. “I-I mean, you’re in your prime, Ian. Sir. Boss.”

     “Suck up,” Tommy coughed into her shoulder, earning a laugh from Damien and Arasha.

     “Suck up? Title of yo—” Angela started. 

     “Angela,” Chanse chided, glancing at you, stopping her from saying whatever she was about to say. 

     “Yeah dude, not in front of my daughter,” Ian said to Angela. 

     It was fun, seeing your dad and his friends all talk and banter like this. You had only known them outside of Ian’s stories for a few minutes but you could already tell how close they all were. You could see why Ian loved his job so much. 

     “And, hey, getting sucked up to is just one of the perks of being the president of the company,” Ian crossed his arms, taking on a cocky look. “I’m kind of a big deal.”

     “Is he always this annoying at work?” You asked them. 

     “(Y/n),” Ian scolded, as his coworkers laughed. “I could ground you for that.”

     The room was silent a moment, everyone sharing glances of disbelief.

     “Yeah that didn’t sound right to me either,” Ian finally broke the silence. “I’m too cool of a dad for that.”

     “Again with this?” You groaned.

     “It’s an undeniable fact. Oh—I should tell them about the time I danced to Baby Got Back at your birthday party,” Ian elbowed you.

     “I still have nightmares about it,” you shivered dramatically.

     “Hey! Your old man’s still got some moves.”

     Ian demonstrated this by dancing awkwardly as you rolled your eyes at him. He eventually stopped, clutching his side, muttering about pulling something. 

      You covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Ian put his hands on his hips.

     “Ok, do you want me to give you the tour or not?” Ian asked. “Because I’ll take you home if—”

     “Yes, yes I definitely do,” you said, making your face serious now.

     “Let’s go,” Ian said, leading you away from the rest of the group. “First stop: my office. I wanna show you how big my desk is. Did I tell you that I run this whole company? ”

     “This is why no one sits with him at lunch,” you heard Arasha tell the others as you walked away. 

     You waved at them, saying goodbye as Ian lead you deeper into the building. 

     “They all seem really nice,” you said when you and your dad were out of earshot.

     “Yeah, wait until you work with them for years,” Ian joked, putting on an exaggerated British accent. “They’re terrible, really. Absolutely dreadful.”

     “Ok, Simon Cowell,” you teased. “I can tell you love them.”

     “Not as much as I love my daughter,” Ian said, placing a hand around your shoulder.

     “Love you too dad,” you responded.

     “No need to sound too enthusiastic,” Ian clutched his chest in mock offense. 

     “Too enthusiastic. Ways to describe your Sir Mix A Lot choreography.”

     “Anthony said I could throw it back!” Ian protested. 

     You giggled. “Uncle Anthony’s your best friend so he has to say that. But I can be honest.”

    Ian shook his head at you lovingly, ruffling your hair. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

     You beamed up at him. 

     “Because I’m your daughter.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope u liked this love! more fics coming out soon xx

[seireitonin]

can you do Jason the toymaker hcs? :( he's really my favoriteeeees

Hehehehe yeth I luv him! But be warned I HC his and LJ’s lives intertwining and I have a whole story for them in my head so some of these hcs will be that! (After reading this is more of a story bc I got carried away bc I never get to yap about these 2 sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! I can redo it!)

Jason The Toymaker hcs:

Jason Meyer was born in the 1800s

1830 specifically

He’s the son of the Meyer Estate

One of the richest families on that side of Europe

They had servants all around, so Jason always got what he wanted when he wanted, making him entitled to attention and things going his way

He was used to getting all attention from both of his parents since he was the only child

1850 he was 20 years old and his parents wanted him to get married and have children so Jason could take over and carry on the legacy

He showed no interest in marriage or having a family though, much more interested in his hobby of toy making

His parents didn’t understand why, but let him do it anyway hoping he’d show interest in starting a family and becoming the man of the estate

Jason was always different though

He’s always been pretty cold, calculating, entitled and jealous

If something is not what he wants or not about him he will show zero interest and disregard it

Jason is also very cruel

But he puts on a good mask and facade

He’s nice to his servants, his family and everyone around him, even if he doesn’t feel anything

Laughing Jack heard the rumors and gossip about Jason from people around the city

About the red haired toymaker who obsessively made toys and dolls instead of looking to marry

LJ at this point, was forced to kill Issac after escaping the prison that was his box

He was still holding onto the innocence he once had

Laughing Jack, desperate to be fixed, goes to his home, showing up in his room, using his teleportation

Jason, feeling not much fear, stares at him. Even though LJ was closer to a god than Jason will ever be, it’s like he still had control over the energy of the room

That’s just how conceited he is

Seeing the half rainbow , half black and white clown man in front of him didn’t even make him break a sweat

“Who are you? Why do you think your presence is allowed in my estate? Something as…repulsive as you?”

“Fix me. I ‘ear that’s all you’re good at.”

“Oh? A broken toy who requires my skills….insults me in my estate? Why would I even touch you? Let alone help you?”

“Because I can kill you where you’re standin’”

“Oh God, I can’t take those threats to heart when you speak to me so atrociously….who taught you to speak? An animal? I’ll rip your throat out and replace it so you can speak like you’re civilized, if you’d like”

Jason said with a sly smirk. He looks down on everyone even something literally sent from the heavens.

Laughing Jack being violent and unpredictable, stabs Jason in the arm, giggling violently

“Wanna fix that?”

LJ covers Jasons mouth with his hand before he can make a sound of pain and alert anyone

“Listen hea’ fire crotch, youa’ goin’ to fix me. goin’ turn me back to what I wuz. Or I skin you alive and wrap it ‘round one of them dolls you got hea? You got it?”

Jason laughs into his hand and nods. This is the rush and excitement he needs

“Agreed, clown thing”

Jason pushes Jack off of him

“One thing though. If you’re going to be around me, you will learn the proper way of speaking. You will learn the correct dialect and pronunciation. Understood? I’m not listening to that dribble.”

LJ glares and gives a half sharp toothed and half normal toothed evil grin

“No promises, fire crotch.”

“Stop saying that. It’s perverted.”

Jason took a good look at the new job in front of him

Jacks tan skin contrasting with his pure white skin along with his black and white clown outfit clashing with his rainbow side of the outfit. It was so bad it made Jason’s stomach turn

“What’s your name Clown Thing?”

“Laughing Jack! Hea to be man’s best friend!” He says semi sarcasticly

Part of him knew that was his purpose, but seeing the evil of Issac and the time period in general made him doubt that

“Jason Meyer”

The next morning the two talk

“What are you?”

“Uhh good question. Let’s go with demon fah now”

Jason cringed as LJs way of speaking

“Hmph fine. Okay demon. What’s wrong with you?”

“See dis rainbow side? Gotta get back to dat!”

“How do you expect me to do that?”

“You’re da expert!”

“My God.”

Jason put his head in his hands

“How’d you get this way anyhow?”

“Mmm loss of innocence and heart maybe? Dunno!”

“So…..you need….a heart?” Jason smiled evilly. He knew exactly where to get one

This woman who he found beautiful, had the audacity to reject the love he offered her

Jason’s version of love is attention on him at all times

She didn’t provide

So he’ll put her heart to good use

After cutting her chest open and taking her heart, LJ had ended up on Jason’s toy making table on his back with his chest split open

Letting Jason insert what he thought was missing

A heart

As LJ was getting stitched back up he spoke for the first time sadly and genuinely

“Think this’ll work?”

“…..Who knows Clown Thi-….Jack”

That was the closest Jason’s ever going to get to saying he feels bad for someone else

It didn’t work, but Jason decided to keep Jack around anyway

But Jason’s cruel personality with a nice facade rubbed off on him

Making LJ behave the way he did

Cruel with a nice mask

The heart that was put in LJ began to rot, almost making him colder

He had lost all his colors by this point

Which Jason found fascinating

A living toy that adapts to its owner, whoever that may be?

He had to keep Jack around and study him, re create something just like him

“Your speech is bearable to listen to now. Who taught you how to speak before?”

“Him…Issac.”

“Ah I see you adapted to his speech patterns….now you’re adapting to mine. Simply fascinating.”

“Don’t think you own me, fire crotch.”

“I’ll think what I’d like, clown thing.”

One of Jasons servants came to announce that Jasons parents are hosting a ball to find Jason a wife

Irritated, he goes to talk with them

“Mother, Father. Why are you so desperate for me to marry? You’re both going to live long and watch the estate, yes?”

They tell him it’s the role he has to take as the man of the estate and to carry on their legacy

He obviously can’t change their minds so he found himself being pampered for the ball

“Ridiculous.”

“Have fun, Jason”

“Oh no. You’re coming with me.”

“Why? I’m not the one who needs a wife here!”

“Because I’ll be bored.”

“Awe! You need me?”

“Shut it clown thing!”

So the attend together

No one can see Jack except for Jason

As they both watched the festivities and Jason made small talk with the guests and Jack giggled at him

“Good to see you smile.”

“Bite your tongue”

Jack was people watching while Jason spoke. His eyes widened as he saw the monster beautiful woman he had laid eyes on.

“Jason. Jason!”

He tugged at his sleeve

“What?! What?!”

Who’s that woman?”

“The daughter of the Carrington estate?”

“No! The one next to her!”

“The….servant?”

“Yes”

Jason’s eyes widened as he looked at the woman’s dark skin and curly black hair

“You want…the servant? That’s ridiculous! However…. Fascinating. You can feel attraction despite not being human…..I want to study it further. Besides, if I marry the Carrington daughter, it’ll get everyone to stop asking.”

“Whatever. I don’t care much about your human stuff.”

So Jason marries her, requesting that her servant lives in his estate for Jack to interact with

Jason tolerates her, not really interested

But Jack and the servant get along just fine, despite how he looks. She related to society treating her less than because of how she looked

Jason continued his toy making in peace

Until he saw how Jack and his new friend were getting along so well and became jealous

He didn’t understand why he cared. Maybe it was because Jack was his friend first?

Jason was always an extremely jealous person. Nothings changed

Maybe if he was magical like Jack, they could be friends again

So impulsive and jealous he went to Jack and demanded from him “Make me like you.”

“What?”

“I fixed you. Made you better. Do the same for me.”

“I don’t know how.”

“You do.”

Jason sliced open his own chest, knowing Jack could fulfill his request

Jack, not wanting him to die, shoves the box he was created in, into the open wound Jason created

Jason gained his powers from it

“Impulsive and jealous are we?”

“……”

Jason didn’t want to admit it, but he was extremely jealous that Jack was getting taken away from him and would do anything to keep him

Jacks ego was bigger than it had ever been knowing that and hanging around Jason and picking up parts of his personality didn’t help that

Jason stopped being human that day and didn’t regret it at all

He started making dolls out of humans because humans are beneath him

Starting with his wife

Jason is 6’4

He demands attention on him at all times

Are him and Jack boyfriends? Who knows?

Who cares?

They feed off each others attention and they love it

[lokimobius]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @elodiah @insomniaflarrow @andthekitchensinkao3 @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

In classic Abbi fashion, I have overwhelmed myself with the ever-growing length of my current AU, Only a Knock Away, and have decided to start something completely new...

This is going to be purely self-indulgent fluff and light Mobius whump bc I need Loki to fuss over him 🥹

“How do I look?” he asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Like you’re heading out on a dangerous mission without me,” Loki replied. Mobius let out a light laugh, the sound warm and reassuring, causing the flutter of Loki's heart to shift momentarily from nerves to fondness. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, and brought his hand up to tenderly caress Loki's cheek. “C'mon, Loki, it’s just a quick scouting mission. I'll be fine. I always am!” Mobius said, voice laced with a confidence Loki so wanted to believe. “That’s because I’m usually with you.” Loki pouted, leaning in to Mobius' palm, savouring the comfort it provided.  Mobius smiled softly. “I’ll be back before you even know that I’m gone.” Loki took a deep breath in, trying to ease the anxiety within him. “You know I can’t help but worry,” he admitted, voice quiet. “Every time you leave, it feels like a piece of me goes with you.” Being in love had introduced Loki to a level of fear he’d never experienced before. The thought of losing Mobius haunted his dreams, transforming his deepest anxieties into nightmarish scenarios that Mobius often didn't return from. Mobius’ gaze softened, and he stepped even closer, wrapping his arms around Loki’s waist. “Oh sweetheart, I promise I’ll be careful,” he reassured gently. “Trust me.” Loki sighed. It wasn’t Mobius he didn’t trust; it was everything else in the universe. He squeezed Mobius tightly before letting him go, resting his hands on Mobius' shoulders firmly. “If any harm comes to you, I won’t think twice about unleashing my wrath.” He scowled.

No pressure tags because it's basically the end of the day:

@kcscribbler @in-my-loki-feels @thosegayoldmen  @silentxsymphony @devilbearingtrouble 

@dilfmobius  @distracteddream @ghoulehhh @impulsemuppet @lgwilt @scifikimmi

[anime-owo-kage-san]

Please, let me indulge in these thoughts for a while.

But, what if Charlie thinks of writing a play for the hotel to perform? Maybe a play about redemption, and within the play has a sinner transform into an angel after getting redeemed.

At first she asks Vaggie to play the sinner to angel part, because she already has angel wings. But, Vaggie insists maybe Angel Dust should play the role, since he’s the hotel’s first (and only, if we’re talking ‘post-canon’) guest.

Charlie over excitedly agrees, before Angel could even have his say and starts sketching out his ‘angel costume’.

Angel Dust doesn’t know why, but one look at the costume design made him feel a little self-conscious. Which is weird because he never gets self-conscious! (Unless it comes to his feet.)

But then again, after all the sexy, skimpy and lacey clothes he’s worn, wearing an angel costume that Charlie designed to be so flowy and stereotypically pure white (an exaggeration to what the angels they’ve seen actually wore) and the fluffy wings—made him strangely… ‘undeserving’ of the role.

The idea of wearing this on stage, in front of everyone, after being known as a pornstar all his afterlife, makes him feel like he’ll just be mocked from the irony.

Phone Call Scenario In My Head:

Angel: *just finished a porno shoot and in the middle of putting on his robe*

*phone starts ringing on a desk away from him*

Random guy: “Uh, Angel… Your phone’s ringing…”

Angel: “Put it on speaker, for me. It’s probably just Cherri again.” *still tying his robe*

Random guy: *picks up phone and puts it on speaker*

(Through the phone) Charlie: “ANGEEEL!!!”

Angel: *turns his head* Charlie…?

Valentino: *eyes narrowed, bc he’s still pissed about last time*

Charlie: “I’m. So. FUCKING EXCITED FOR THE SHOW TONIGHT! You’ll be on time for rehearsal, right? You’re the STAR after all!” *squeals*

Angel: *suddenly remembers the show and his face slowly turns pink* “U-Uh yeah…. Don’t worry, I-I just finished up work… I’ll be there….”

Valentino: *raises his brow at Angel* “Show…?”

Charlie: “Okay! Oooh! I can’t wait to see you in the costume! It’s finally finished! Please, come back as soon as possible so we can see how it looks on you!” *definitely jumping up and down on the other side*

Angel: *tries to hide how weirdly shy he feels* “Pssh! Doll face, I’ll look good in anything! I…. I’ll be there…”

Charlie: “Okay! See you later!”

(Call ends)

Valentino: *makes his way to Angel while smirking* “Well! It looks like this hotel you’re staying at isn’t as ‘clean’ as the princess, makes it sound.”

Angel: *looks at him confused* “The fuck are you talkin’ about?”

Valentino: “Oh, you know… That flustered look on your face, says it all! You’re not one to be embarrassed though, amorcito. Pray tell, how sexy is this costume of yours, that even you couldn’t help but flush?”

Angel: *only half paying attention, still thinking about the costume and embarrassed* “It’s…. not, anything like that. Look, I’m done with work. I’m just gonna go.”

Angel: *grabs his phone and leaves before Val can say anything*

Valentino: “Dumb whore. Performing shows somewhere else.”

So, sinners come to watch the show, after seeing Alastor’s advertisement of it —Which didn’t give anyone much context. All they knew was that Angel Dust was performing a show at the hotel, and the show was free!

Valentino shows up just to be a ‘porn critic’, because like everyone else, he still thinks it that type of show.

Angel Dust, who was peaking at the audience backstage gets more nervous, and hides in the dressing room. He was already wearing the costume, but he doesn’t want anyone to see him wearing it.

Sprinkle some Huskerdust into this; Husk is the one who convinces Angel to come out, and build his confidence back up. (Maybe some cheesy, wholesome words about how despite being in hell, he’s “Hell’s only angel, for him —didn’t think this far).

Angel: *peaks his head out the door* “What about Flat Tits?”

Husk: “That doesn’t count. She was from heaven. So for me, you are hell’s angel…”

Angel: “What about Charlie’s da—”

Husk: “Christ! Would you get out here already. Before I stop attempting to compliment you.”

Angel: *laughs lightly* “Yeah, okay. Sorry…”

And the show goes on. Sure, just like Angel expected, the majority of the audience were commenting on the choice of his role. But, he didn’t care anymore. Whenever he looks to the side and sees Husk giving him a supportive smile, he regains confidence and continues on with the play.

[scarlet-fantasies]

Living/Moving in with Zeke Hcs

::Description::

You move in with Zeke. what it's like/dealing with him/chaos.

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: nsfw???

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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© 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡-𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠 // 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒. // 2021-𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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🔑 He asked you to move in, honestly he was waiting for you to just say yes.

🔑 He was so excited when you finally considered it. Literally tackled you to the floor in pure joy.

🔑 “Now I can have a roomie!”

🔑 “Zeke, I’m your girlfriend.”

🔑 “Girlfriend and roomie.” He’d say teasingly.

🔑 Now you can expect pancakes from him as he likes making breakfast since he believes it’s the most important meal of the day.

🔑 And you can best believe he puts blueberries in it.

🔑 You two have a debate about waffles or pancakes and it just never ends.

🔑 “Waffles are better because they have a crisp edge, plus you can divide them evenly.” You’d point out.

🔑 “Pancakes are soft and crispy on ed ages and they don’t need to respect math bc why would anyone share anything so good?!”

🔑 “Zeke, you’re being really dramatic.”

🔑 Likes to cook actually so you could find him in apron when you get home sometimes. And he's incredibly focused when he is cooking, dare you interrupt.

🔑 He’s even a bit of a barista and prefers he does it because he doesn’t trust you.

🔑 During breakfast, he sits across from you and he sparks up the weirdest convos.

🔑 Like whether you're his best friend or girlfriend it doesn’t matter to him 😂. I’ll provide and example or two:

🔑 “Is there a reason why your underwear is always mismatching?”

🔑 “Zeke, what kind of a question is that?”

🔑 “It’s just a question, I’ve never known a girl who did that until living with you.”

🔑 “How do you even know that?!—wait, you went through my drawer! You perv!” You’d get up about to hit him on his shoulder. (Not that it was painful)

🔑 “I didn’t I was just doing your laundry.”

🔑 “Why?”

🔑 “Because you were sick and I asked and you said I could. Remember?”

🔑 “That was a month ago why are you bringing it up?!”

🔑 “Because I’m curious! Why do you have mismatched underwear?”

🔑 “I don’t know, I just do.”

🔑 “Hmm I wonder what that says about a person, it sounds like you're still a kid at heart Y/n. I mean to own a pink bra but flower underwear that’s blue it’s obvious.”

🔑 “Shut up! Stop talking about my underwear! I’m moving out.”

🔑 You always say you’re moving out and he gets so dramatic about it.

🔑 “But why do you want to leave? I take care of you?!😭🥹 and what am I going to do without my girl”

🔑 “Hm, maybe that’ll teach you to not look at my underwear drawer.”

🔑 “I’ll only look at it a few times a year, I promise.”

🔑 “A few times a year, Zeke this is not negotiable.”

🔑 Overall you don’t ever actually leave.

🔑 He always gives you puppy dog eyes when you try to leave and it kinda works. Although you always stay because you care, but sometimes you like to mess with him.

🔑 In the morning he sometimes wakes up early for a morning jog/run and so he leaves you sticky notes on the fridge that let you know where he is and that he loves you. He even puts other notes like where food is or anything important.

🔑 Sometimes he has you tag along to jog with him, so yes he hauls you out of bed even when you’re half asleep.

🔑 “Hey, keep up.” He’d say looking find you a little far away because you’re walking slow.

🔑 “I can’t I'm so tired. Why do we have to jog so early?”

🔑 “It’s 8:30, it’s not that early..”

🔑 “To me it is, it was my day off couldn’t I just sleep?”

🔑 “Yeah, but this is good for us.” He’d say jogging slower so that you could catch up.

🔑 “Good for us? I can’t even walk anymore. How can you still jog?”

🔑 “Stamina baby, something you lack in more ways than one.” He’d smirk.

🔑 “Shut up!”

🔑 At some point, he’d probably just give you a piggyback ride because you told him you were giving up.

🔑 I feel like he always sets up baths for you and he has so many bath bombs for you to chose from.

🔑 And probably has so many bath and body work lotions for you. Even for himself

🔑 And he puts candles and stuff there too.

🔑 Afterwords when you’re done showering he likes to massage your back and he’s pretty good at it.

🔑 Although you’re trying to not make any noise at the same time.

🔑 He likes to play board or card games with you.

🔑 And he gets so nerdy about games, especially the wizard ones lol.

🔑 He makes an arrangement for there to be a movie night every week. It mostly consists of mystery, horror and sci-fi, and a bit of philosophy.

🔑 Zeke likes making art so if you share the same interests you two sometimes make art on the weekends and enjoy doing that together.

🔑 When you come back from the store you challenge each other of who can carry more groceries. Or even when you come back from somewhere he races you to the house.

🔑 And you know damn well he’ll push you just to win.

🔑 He plays I Spy with you in the car.

🔑 “I spy with my little eyes something blue.” He’d say.

🔑 “The sky” you’d sarcastically answer.

🔑 “You are no fun.” He'd scoff, acting offended.

🔑 "Okay, my turn. I spy something green." You'd answer, bored out of your mind.

🔑 "Hmm, my eyes?" He'd ask.

🔑 "No, its the grass." You'd reply looking out the window.

🔑 "You're not supposed to tell me the answer"

🔑 "Sorry, you picked something easy so I thought I would pick something easy to." You'd shrug.

🔑 "Find I'll make it harder, I spy something red." He'd say with a mischvious grin.

🔑 "Why are you smiling like that?" You'd break out into a laugh, knowing he's up to something.

🔑 "Guess what it is."

🔑 "No, I don't--it better not be my bra." You'd say surprised

🔑 He'd look at you with a smirk before keeping his eyes on the road.

🔑 "Zeke!"

🔑 When you two are driving he will call shotgun and make you drive. He changes the song that you have on just to annoy you.

🔑 “Hey!” You’d look at him while he’s just laughing.

🔑 This causes you to change it back, kinda like in those movies when two people fight about a song.

🔑 Smokes outside the place bc you’d throw a fit at him for doing it elsewhere.

🔑 Likes to work on puzzles and crosswords for fun.

🔑 He even likes those brain teaser games.

🔑 In his spare time, you can find him doing that or he’s reading a book about useless knowledge.

🔑 I see that Zeke is able to paint really well so some of his works are up in your shared place.

🔑 Apart from this he is pretty fair and splits all work with you 50/50

🔑 Like he will do the laundry, he low key makes jokes saying that he enjoys it.

🔑 “I love doing your laundry.”

🔑 “No, you don’t.”

🔑 He’ll do anything he doesn’t mind.

🔑 Will drink with you to celebrate on occasion.

🔑 One thing he looks forward to when comes home from work is sitting down with you and watching a movie or having you listen to him go on about his theories while lying on your bed.

🔑 He likes doing skincare routines with you and talking about drama from work.

🔑 He'd even do things like read fortunes on cards. Or just read random facts and share them with you.

🔑 Or ask random questions.

🔑 He does this even when you both are going to bed.

🔑 You'll be resting trying to go to bed and he'll ask, "Can cows swim?" like that one meme, lol.

🔑 "Zeke, no of course not." You'd say, turning over on your side.

🔑 You'd end up looking it up with him 5 mins later tho.

🔑 likes to also do stretches before going to bed and will invite you to do it.

🔑 of course that can always lead in one of two ways. But for sure at one point his hands are going to be all over.

🔑 "You concentrate on your breathing." He'd point out.

🔑 "I would, if your hands would know their place." You'd laugh.

🔑 He tries to smoke after you two have had sex and you always catch him.

🔑 “Nah uh mister, outside.”

🔑 “I was trying to be the hot guy in those movies.” He’d defend making you roll your eyes and laugh.

🔑 “Uh huh, says that guy who tries to mimic poses of Renaissance paintings.”

🔑 “I’m flawless.”

🔑 You’d laugh, “Go outside, and come back when you're done.” You’d smile bringing him in for a kiss.

@sp00ksic0la @bubs-world

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CG! BEN drowned x Little! Reader (Request!)

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All art credit goes to their original artists!! :]

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Prompt: CG! Ben helping his little cope with impure regression and cheering them up 🩷

CW: depressive episode mentions and other related things, reading not taking proper care of themselves, feminine reader w/ feminine nicknames, use of parental nicknames (dada/papa/daddy/baba), lots of comforts n fluff(!), mentions of death (Ben’s death) in a light hearted manner

A/N: I can’t find the ask I got HOWEVER im tagging the person and I’m so happy to introduce (with the same layout as before bc I love it-)

Read to end for a surprise! 💛

It’s a rainy day out when you’re cuddled into your bed. Usually you love rainy days because of how cozy and nice it is but lately you find rainy days have started to lose their charm. Most things have really. Nothing seems worth the pain and trouble of getting up in the first place. So why bother? Things are simpler in this room. You’re lucky to be here in the first place aren’t you?

You’re not even in your own bed much less your own room. Not that you prefer to be there anyway. Your home is Slendermansion and yes you have your own room but the room you take up most of your time is actually one of the other residents of the mansion itself. The one and only Ben Drowned’s room is the one you’ve claimed as your safe haven. For more reasons than one too at that. You and Ben have a very special relationship, one deeper than most would consider hust your standard relationship. It’s pure and comforting and honest, which is something you find to be very rare these days. Ben is your caregiver and you are his precious little.

You regress from time to time and he’s the one that makes sure that you’re safe, well taken care of and well loved at that. The story of you two coming together with this dynamic is a long one and one that can be saved for another time. The point is that as time has gone by, as you two got closer so did your spaces. You’re known to go through bits of depressive episodes without knowing and he’s always been there for you. Just like this one of course. So here you are, snuggled up in Ben’s dark green comforter into the tightest and snuggliest burrito you could. If anywhere is your safe space it’s Ben’s room with a maximum of five feet between the two of you (at your most vulnerable of course). And Ben has no issue with this whatsoever. He’ll never let another living soul besides you know but he enjoys you being close to him as much as you do and he wouldn’t change that for anything. Caring for you and providing security for you brings him a differently kind of joy and healing.

As you sigh and nuzzle into the pillow on his bed you start to dissociate. You feel so…fuzzy and far away. Like you’re floating but falling at the same time. What a weird thing to feel. Rainy days usually helped these little bouts of dissociation but not today. Not yesterday or this week. When was the last time you took a second to enjoy the rain? …. You can’t seem to remember.

You hear a faint voice call for you but you can’t break out of your trance. The raindrops racing down the glass of the window has you locked in. You’re not Al that concerned about being conscious anyway. It’s easier this way.

Then there’s a gentle nudge on your leg.

“Baby? It’s been a while since you’ve eaten why don’t we go get a quick snack?”

You finally blink and raise your head to look up in his direction. He’s turned around from his gaming chair and desk, one hand on his mouse and the other still gently resting on your leg. You shrug in response and lay your head back down.

“Not hungry.”

“Y/N… it’s been five hours, how could you not be hungry?” He says gently, his thumb rubbing your calf lightly. “Cmon you don’t even have to get up, I’ll carry you there if you want hm? How does a piggy back ride sound? Or do you wanna be my pretty princess just like Zelda?” He gives you a reassuring smile with relaxed eyes and opens his arms for you. He always calls you his Zelda whether you’re bug or little. That’s just his personal pet name for you hust because you’re his special princess. One of his elf ears twitch slightly as he waits for your answer. It’s cute you can admit that part. But getting up is still so gross right now all you want to do is just be here. You shake your head no and cuddle the blankets around you closer. There’s a small pause but you hear him sigh softly before getting up.

“Alright Y/N, that’s okay. I’m still going to make you a little snack though because seeing you not eat worries me.”

Your hand clenches around the blanket you have. Something about that makes your heart ache. You try your best to hold yourself together but tears threaten to fall from your eyes. You don’t know why but you don’t want Ben to see you like this, even though he’s seen you like this more than a thousand times before. So why is it so difficult now?

He walks to the door frame and opens the door but looks back at you one last time, telling you one last thing before closing the door on his way out.

“I care about you princess, so it’s okay to let go if you need to.”

And that’s it. That’s the what breaks you.

The tears you were holding in before finally fall and they land onto the pillow making a wet spot onto the soft fabric. Why are you crying? There’s no reason to cry it’s nothing. Why should he care for someone like you? You just blew him off when all he wanted was to pamper his person. Not only that but his princess. God you really blew it. You sniffle and let your tears fall, your breath shuddering as you cry. It’s so hard and you can’t even pinpoint why. You’re so busy crying that you don’t even realize that you start to regress, everything hitting you all at once. You made your best friend leave. Not just your best friend but your caregiver, your beloved daddy. Who’s always so patient and loving and gentle to you.

‘Ugh m so stupid’

You whimper and wipe your eyes messily. It’s embarrassing when you’re like this. Regressing is one thing but impurely regressing is another. It’s been a while since it’s happened but you always hate it the most. You curl up into the comforter, covering yourself all the way so no one can see you. You cry under the comforter, hoping no one will find you but, of course, a gentle hand is placed on top of you. It rubs your back in circles slowly, you know exactly who it is and you’re embarrassed but you can’t help but feel comforted by the touch. You take a peek out from the covers and of course, Ben is there crouched by the bed side looking right back at you. His eyes endless pools of black with only two glowing red dots to show you he’s looking straight back at you. His expression is still relaxed like before and he smiles at you softy.

“Hi baby ♡ “

You coo slightly, a shameful look all over your face. “Mmm… h-hi baba”

His eye brows curve slightly and he moves the comforter from your face so he can see you more.

“Aweee I haven’t heard you call me that in a long time, cutie. You’re really little today huh?”

You nod in agreement but look away, more tears still rolling down your puffy red cheeks. He wipes your tears away and gently fixes your hair. “Yeah I thought so, you never act like this unless you’re in one of your depressy moods. It’s okay little fairy, papa’s here to take care of you now.” He says softy. Ben holds up a plate of finger food, everything on the plate is perfectly baby safe and everything you always favor when you’re particularly little. He saw this comin a mile away and it touches your heart so gently it makes more tears fall from your eyes. What a thoughtful daddy to do all this for you. You sniffle and your lip pouts as you do. He chuckles at the sight and picks up one of the snacks, holding it to your lips as he waits for you to take a bite. “Cmon little lady, have something to eat I bet your little tummy is just waiting to have something yummy in it.”

You take the snack into your mouth and sit up, Ben climbs onto the bed with you and sits with his legs cross-crossed before bringing you into his lap. “There we go, that’s my girl. So strong for me! Can you eat some more? Or are you thirsty?” He holds up a sippy cup with some handles on the side and you’re able to hold it by yourself but that doesn’t stop him from holding it for you anyway. You nod and point to the sippy and he smiles, his ears wiggling happily as he nods. “Sure cutie, open up for dada.”

Ben gives you the sippy and you hold onto it as you take a few long gulps. A breakdown is a lot of hard work! And it’s left you parched. But like mentioned earlier, Ben saw that coming a mile away and has thought of every single thing you’d need. He rests his head onto yours and plays with your hair softly. “You don’t have to tell me what’s going right now if you’re not ready but know I’d still like to know when you are. Not because I’m nosy but I want to support you love bug. I wanna make sure I’m helping you the same way you help me, princess.”

“M sorry dada..”

“No you don’t have to be sorry for anything baby. You are allowed to have your privacy and your private feelings, I just want to know how you are so I know how to help is all. You’re not in trouble at all baby and if you ever need anything and you know I mean anything I’d be more than happy to give it to you.” He kisses your forehead and hugs you, setting the sippy cup down. “If anyone is bothering you I’ll get rid of them without a thought, if theres something I did we can talk it through, if life just seems more unfair than usual then you can always come to me for comfort.”

He looks at you with a sweet smile, “we’re friends at the end of the day aren’t we sweetie?” This melts your heart and you nod before giving him a huge tight hug. He’s your everything but it’s comforting to know he’s still your friend at the end of the day.

“Fankies Bemmie ♡"

He chuckles and ruffles your hair. “Of course, cutie.”

Ben looks out of the window for a moment and an idea strikes his mind.

“Hey, Y/N”

“Mm?” You say as you look to him with a puzzled face.

“Wanna do something fun?” Somehow in those void-like eyes if his theres a twinkle in them. This is definitely worth checking out, so you nod at him with a smile.

“Alrighty then let’s go my little Zelda!” He gets up from the bed, carrying you bridal style as he heads for the door of the room. Not forgetting your snacks, sippy and a blanket he opens the door. What you don’t know is that he also grabbed a secret item without you looking. He makes his way through the corridors of the mansion to the front door, everyone not really paying either of you attention. The only people who really acknowledge you are Toby and his own little who just came back from outside themselves. They’re both giggling and Tony is knelt by his littles feet, helping them take their rain boots off. But he’s struggling just a tad, his tics can get in the way sometimes.

“Hey Ben! Hey Y/N!”

You wave a small hello and Toby’s little gives a big wave back at you which makes you smile. Ben bounces you lightly as he nods in Toby’s direction. “Sup dude. Looks like you guys had a good time.”

Toby finally gets the second boot off and starts taking off their raincoat. “Oh yeah it’s…it’s raining like cra-crazy outside but..but it’s great!” He hangs the raincoat up on the coat rack and grabs his littles hand. “Have…have fun guys!” Ben gives him a wave before opening the door.

“Thanks dude also you forgot to take your boots off go clean up before Slender kills you for real this time.”

“Oh shoot th-anks man.”

With that you and Ben are out the door and he walks to the front porch. He sets your snacks and sippy down before sitting down with you in his lap again. He wraps you both in the blanket he brought and shows you the mystery item: an iPod he’s had since 2010 with some wired headphones. “You feel like watching the rain with your daddy and listening to some music, princess?” You smile and nod as he puts one earbud into your ear but then pause, looking up to him and tugging at his shirt.

“But dada, I thought you no like water cuz uhm wha happen you-“

He laughed and goes to ruffle your hair, “I drowned in a lake, baby, not a puddle.” He says with a playful tone. You giggle back and snuggle into him as he cradles you just like before. He scrolls through his saved songs before landing on some random nightcore song he has saved, one with heavy beats, guitar riffs and only the loudest of screams. You couldn’t ask for more from your cringe gamer boy caregiver. You both sit there watching the rain eating snacks and listening to music. Rainy days were always your favorite. You remind yourself to fee lucky and thankful to have such a loving caregiver like Ben.

-`♡´-

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

A/N: This prompt was requested by @p1nkm1lkslug thank you so much for requesting this it was so fun to think of a unique ending for it and I had so much fun making it! I’m so sorry it took so long but I really hope you love it!! ^^ I also hope it’s relatable to all the other littles out there who struggle with impure regression and go through depressive phases/episodes :”) you aren’t alone and I hope this brought you comfort even for a little bit

Please be careful out there guys and be safe, you are loved and cared for I promise ♡

OH I TOTALLY FORGOT BUT THAT BIT WITH TOBY AND HIS LITTLE?? That’s a little Easter egg for another fic I have coming soon >:3

I’ll see you guys next time!

Love,

Kewpie ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

-`♡´-

[stuffzwithazz]

little hu analysis time!

i love hu, she’s grown on me a lot since pt2 dropped ehehe heh i’d like to make a formal apology to her for thinking she was the culprit for a year

this is just an analysis about hu’s secret/secret quote because i’m a freshman sem 1 psychology major and i like this stuff ^^

spoilers for drdt obviously ^^

tw for suicide

as a quick recap: hu’s secret is “you were quite the hopeless child. dying once wasn’t enough, so you attempted suicide 3 times” and her secret quote is “i want to pay for what i did. but i still want to live” (something like that)

i’ll start w the secret quote bc it’s the simpler one^^

by “pay for what i did” i think she means laying up her life as comeuppance for her actions, whatever they might be. now im not sure if by attempted, it’s failed attempts or hu wanting to but chickening out at the last minute. either way my point stands

now onto the secret!! this is a bit of assumption and i could just be looking into it wayyy too much but ykw? its fun!

there’s one specific phrase i’d like to look at: “*dying once wasn’t enough*, so you attempted suicide 3 times”

if the wording is meant to be very specific, then this raises a question. those question being; what does she mean by “dying once”?

for this next part: spoilers for both corpse factory (the game) and the silent patient (a book by alex michaelides)

i’ll explain it in brief terms w/out any spoilers after those sections dw!! i just like using examples for things

CORPSE FACTORY SPOILERS:

near the end, noriko talks about aoi’s childhood and how aoi is under the impression that noriko’s childhood was better (it wasn’t but i digress) noriko mentions aoi said something like “my dad killed me, but i killed him, so it’s okay.” ignoring the last bit, what does aoi mean by “killed me?”

aoi’s dad was quite the violent and both verbally and physically abusive guy. there are things that people can say that are equivalent or even worse than being stabbed or shot upfront, like things such as

(tw for verbal abuse(?) i actually dk how to categorize these im sorry)

“i wish you were never born” or “i wish you died instead of ____!!”

these things hurt like hell, and in some cases you feel like it would have been better to literally be murdered

SILENT PATIENT SPOILERS

near the end of the book, alicia recounts the experience she had growing up with her dad and how one day, he killed her. sound familiar? it’s a similar story to what happened with aoi. then, when alicia writes in her diary about what theo did 5 years ago, she brings up this specific thing: theo had made gabriel choose between himself or alicia post finding out gabriel was having an affair w kathy. gabriel chose his own life over alicia’s, therefore proving he did cheat and shattering alicia’s hopes that gabriel really did love her. in her mind, it felt like being killed. again. in her words, “the dead doesn’t speak. gabriel has sentenced me to death.” hearing that the man who she loved for so long was going behind her back and would choose his life over her’s, when she knew she would value his is worse than being just brutally killed.

(SPOILERS OVER!!)

being said something so hurtful it feels like a stab in the stomach is a similar feeling that i think is the reasoning for the specific words of “dying once wasn’t enough”

im admittedly a bit sad that hu’s secret wasn’t talked about whatsoever during the trial, especially considering its subject matter, but it’s what she wanted so it’s okay

again, all of this is purely speculation on my part, and o could just be looking into the wording a bit too much…

ok analysis over!! lmk what you think ^^

[nightcourtreader]

The similarities with Mor & Elain in regards to Azriel

Mor =red & Elain = pink.

Azriel’s shadows

* “Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. Elain’s golden brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders” (pg 253, ACOWAR)

* “That smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the room” (Pg 693, ACOWAR)

* Elain sucked in a breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They’d always been prone to vanish when she was around. (Az’s BC)

* “It was almost enough to distract me from noticing Azriel as those shadows lightened, and his gaze slid over Mor’s body” (pg 160, ACOMAF)

* “Mor patted Azriel on the shoulder as she dodged his outstretched wing. The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azriel’s head dipped a bit.” (Pg 161, ACOMAF)

* “Yes—Azriel, who kept a step away, whose shadows trailed him and seemed to fade in her presence” (pg 239, ACOMAF)

* Azriel choked on what I could have sworn was a laugh, his normally shadowed face lightning up as Mor bustled in, pink with cold and puffing air into her hands. (Pg 100, ACOFAS)

Azriel refusing something on the behalf of them, despite them saying yes.

* “We could try again,” Mor said. “Let me speak to them, let me go to their palace—“ “No,” Azriel said. Mor raised her brows, a faint color stained Azriel’s tan face. But his features were set. His hazel eyes solid. “You’re not setting foot in that human realm.” “I fought in the War, you will do well to remember—“ “No,” Azriel said again, refusing to break her stare. His shifting wings rasped against the back of his chair. “They will string you up and make an example out of you.” (pg 391)

* Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “there is an innate darkness to the dread trove that Elain should not be exposed to.” (Page 311)

Blood duels

* “That’s an Autumn Court tradition.” The battle to the death was so brutal it was only enacted in rare cases. Despite being an outsider, Azriel had wanted to invoke it when he’d found Mor all those years ago. Had been ready to challenge both Beron and Eris to Blood Duels and kill them both. Only Mor’s right to claim their heads in vengeance had kept him from doing so.” (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

“Oh, I can, and I will. If Lucien finds out you’re pursuing her, he has every right to defend their bond as he sees fit. Including invoking the blood duel.” “Lucien as beron son, has the right to demand it of you.” “I’ll defeat him with little effort.”

Questioning about the mating bond

* “Azriel,” Rhys said, “has been preoccupied with the same female for the past five hundred years.” “Wouldn’t the mating bond have snapped into place for them if it exist?“ Rhys’s eyes shuttered. “I think that is a question Azriel has been asking himself every day since he met Mor.” (Page 259, ACOMAF)

* “The cauldron chose 3 sisters. Tell me how it’s possible that my 2 brothers are with 2 of the sisters, yet the third was given to another.” He had never before dared speak the words aloud. Rhys face drained of color. “You believe you deserve to be her mate?” Azriel scowled. “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him anyway.” “So you’ll what?” Rhys voice was pure ice. “Seduce her away from him?” Azriel said nothing. He hadn’t gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

Literally everything Azriel is doing with Elain, he has already done with Mor. It’s nothing new. Azriel questioning about why elain isn’t his mate is not no foreshadowing for them being one true mates or no BS like that because he’s done the same thing with Mor.

We can also see opposite things with mor and Azriel & Elain and Azriel. Azriel decided to avoid Elain but he was quick to agree to be around Mor. He was giving Mor such heated looks that even Feyre, as an outsider in acomaf can see and point out. And Mor was with several lovers. But Azriel, who has sexual feelings for Elain doesn’t even give her the same heated looks when they are with others and he was looking at elain with pity in ACOFAS and no one in this series likes to be pitied. He went out of his way to be closer to Mor, especially in acomaf as much as he can but has done the exact opposite with Elain in acosf.

It’s crazy how people ship Azriel and elain after Feyre said, “And I think Elain—Elain would like it too. Though she’d probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.” I smiled at the thought, how handsome they would be together.” But then she proceeded to say this right after “if the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor. I doubted it. Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars. (Page 487, ACOMAF). There was no build up in acomaf of Elriel because it got shot right back down due to Mor. You would think elriels would hate Mor more than Gwyn.

And I’m suppose to think that Elain will be ok with Azriel’s behavior, his cruelty, his icy rage, his violence, when Mor who is a warrior herself, who knows violence gets scared of Azriel behavior.

* “Mor gets spooked. And what Az did today scare the shit out of her.” “The violence?” “The violence as a result of what he feels, lingering guilt over the deal with Eris—and what neither of them will face.” (Page 460, ACOWAR)

This is after the high lords meeting.

* she looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. Such terrible things that it was sacrilege for his fingers to touch her skin, tainting her with his presence. (Azriel’s bonus chapter)

Azriel knew that Elain only looked at him with trust because she doesn’t know what Azriel really does and who Azriel really is. We know that cruelty & the hewn city bothers Elain and Azriel is the embodiment of cruelty & the hewn city since that’s where he takes his victims and tortures them.

How people don’t see that Elain and Azriel is not a good fit is beyond me.

[bindeds]

explaining my musical-only lucifer magne/morningstar playlist bc i would be confused too if i just happened to chance upon this on spotify BUT I HAVE EXPLANATIONS I PROMISE

quick disclaimer before i start, this playlist is still a wip and these are just my headcanons of lucifer’s story from his pov! i just wanted to share because i wasn’t sure if anyone’s done anything like this (and i may have hyperfixated on this instead of falling asleep, whoops.)

i grew up on theatre so a lot of these songs mean a great deal to me, though some of the movie versions are here instead of the animated films (for disney only) because i simply prefer the movie versions.

i arranged the playlist according to the (rough) order of events, meaning i’ll be going section by section which represents each stage of his story. i won’t be going through every single song but majority of the time, the titles explain themselves but i will be talking about the songs that stand out to me.

of course, we have his heaven era, which has two subparts—his admiration for heaven but his hopes and dreams for a brighter future for the world they’ll make.

speaking of subparts, lmk if you want a part 2 of this as i’ll only be covering the ‘first arc’ of this backstory in this post and i have songs all the way up until the hotel becomes successful (which hasn’t happened yet, i know. but sometimes i am hopeful.)

i feel like honor to us all not only represents how lucifer had to conform to the other angels’ way of thinking but also just how rigid the rules and system of heaven is. the entire song, mulan gets told that she must be this or that and a lot of it are almost impossible standards, and i imagine lucifer, especially being the dreamer that he is, found it even just a little suffocating in the beginning and of course it grew worse as time went on.

“men (god) want girls (angels) in good taste; calm, obedient who work fast paced”

i imagine the angel’s got to properly see the wonderful things lucifer was capable of before he started talking about them and i think the greatest show represents that well.

a million dreams is obviously a song that can describe lucifer’s many creative ideas and goals for the new world they’re going to make soon.

— mother knows best is where his pure admiration becomes unstable doubt as it’s god/the angels shutting lucifer down on his ideas (and possibly gaslighting him into making him feel ashamed for having ideas.)

proud of your boy is lucifer listening to god at first, seeing as being an angel is all he’s ever known, of course his first instinct was to obey god and listen to the other angels.

waving through a window describes lucifer’s struggle with being shut down and being forced to essentially hide who he is, and since he was no longer allowed to take part in the making of man, he was on the ‘outside looking in.’ lucifer also gave the angels reasons to stare at him and cast him out when he shared his ideas so the first line fits perfectly.

“give them no reason to stare; no slipping up if you slip away, so i’ve got nothing to share. no i’ve got nothing to say.”

“we start with stars in our eyes; we start believing that we belong; but every song doesn’t rise, and no one tells you where you went wrong.”

“when you’re falling in a forest, and there’s nobody around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound? did i even make a sound, did i even make a sound, it’s like i never made a sound—will i ever make a sound?”

— DEFINITELY represents how he was casted down into heaven later on, and he wonders if he ever even mattered to the angels, if he made even just one valuable contribution in their eyes, so maybe they can reconsider and see that he could be forgiven.

waiting on a miracle definitely refers to him being a part of the angels and yet they don’t quite treat him with the same respect just because of his ideas, and him ultimately hoping that he can go back to being or feeling loved by god wholly.

“don’t be upset, or mad at all; don’t feel regret, or sad at all. hey i’m still apart of the family madrigal (angels) …”

“and i’m fine, i am totally fine; i will stand on the side as you shine … i’m not fine, i’m not fine.” — ‘shine’ could refer to the archangels making the new world without him.

“i can’t move the mountains; i can’t make the flowers bloom, i can’t stay another night up in my room”

— of course this isn’t about lucifer being unable to do things, but i think it could mean that unlike the other angels, he’s just not comfortable bending completely to god’s command if he has genuinely good ideas to offer. but of course, no one listens to him.

i’d like to think almost there is both about lucifer almost getting the whole ‘conforming to the angel’s rigid rules’ thing right, AND refining his ideas so that maybe heaven doesn’t find them so outlandish and they won’t cast him out again, even if the chances are highly unlikely. judging from just how reluctantly he was to let charlie go to heaven that time, it seemed that lucifer really was as hopeful or even more hopeful than charlie was that heaven would listen to anyone with good intentions, especially their own angels.

when will my life begin and naughty come hand in hand with the former being lucifer trying to convince himself that things are good as it is even if it doesn’t feel like it, and the latter being about two things; 1, to stop sulking about his current situation—2, actually doing something about it, thus the decision he made to visit the garden of eden (because i assume he wasn’t allowed to enter for obvious reasons) where he met lilith and began to spend time with her.

touch the sky is about lucifer getting to explore and spread his wings in eden.

something there and can you feel the love tonight is just two love songs i really like for lilith and lucifer as lilith representing belle, the beauty, is just so accurate and makes so much sense as she was made by god to be ‘the perfect woman,’ even if things didn’t turn out that way. and of course, beast represents lucifer very well because later on lucifer ends up being the devil, the worst ‘beast’ of them all.

defying gravity is lucifer’s first proper realization that heaven’s prejudice against him doesn’t matter and that he should still try to pursue his wonders despite it all. i would also like to think that lilith helped me realize this; that if lilith can make him feel this amazing and this loved being on her own, then imagine the things others can do when they too, like lilith, take matters in their own hands. thus, i headcanon that the idea of free will might have been inspired by lilith caring for lucifer. (i am a hopeless romantic like that.)

“i’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s (god’s) game.”

“as someone (god) told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly.”

“and if i’m flying solo, at least i’m flying free”

— if lucifer is the only one who will support himself, at least he is no longer bound the rules that suppress him and who he is as a person/divine being.

“to those who ground me, take a message back from me; tell them how i am defying gravity.”

“and soon i’ll match them in renown.”

— and soon, lucifer will be just as good or even better than the angels who helped make the earth.

the other side is SO definitely about lucifer convincing (or maybe even seducing) eve into biting the apple of free will.

“you run with me, and i can cut you free, out of the drudgery and walls you keep in.”

— drudgery and walls very much referring to having to submit to adam and not knowing the taste of free will. same with ‘same old part you gotta play’ that plays during the chorus

“and if it’s crazy, live a little crazy; you can play it sensible, a king of conventional—or you can risk it all and see.”

— i don’t know. this quote struck me as so, authentically lucifer, the subtle playfulness in both the lyric choice and the tune towards the end.

“is this really how you’d like to spend your days, whiskey and misery, and parties and plays?”

— i can see lucifer saying this to eve 100% because it’s completely reasonable to be skeptical of a man you just met, so this could be him trying to further convince eve.

“if i were mixed up with you, i’d be the talk of the town (angels), disgraced and disowned”

— eve fighting back. though similar to how this song ends, eve gives in eventually … but i do headcanon that lucifer offered eve’s first act of free will to be either to reject or accept to have sex with him, just because i really like the idea of lucifer getting back at those who made the first humans without him by seducing both of adam’s wives.

h

story of tonight is lucifer knowing that his consequences have actions, and even if his plan works, heaven wouldn’t be happy about him disobeying their orders. but at this point, lilith had been the only person to fullyaccept him for who he is, and he realizes it’s not worth conforming to the rules of people who force you to be someone you’re not.

“raise a glass to freedom; something they can never take away, no matter what they tell you.”

— definitely lucifer raising a glass to lilith and eve, because they’re most likely more free from heaven’s clutches compared to him, and both of them have discovered free will at this point already.

if you’re still here, my god, thank you so much!! please let me know if you’d like to see me explain the rest of my playlist, and here’s the link again if you’d like to check it out on spotify :)

[agustdenovo]

Eye of the Storm (Yoongi's POV.)

➻ pairing: hyyh yoongi x hyyh jungkook AKA min cein x jeon jeha

➻ genre: hyyh!au, based in the bangtan universe, pure angst bc is it ever anything else with these two? 😭

➻ summary: Yoongi can't live without Jung Kook. Yet, the only sensible thing to do is push him away, he tells himself.

➻ wordcount: 573

➻ released: 21st of june, 2024.

➻ author’s note: my first published work here hsjfshds this was honestly just something i wrote on a whim!! but!! i hope i've done these two justice, hyyh makes me bawl every 2-3 business days :')

disclaimer: i do not ship any of the actual bts members with each other, nor will i ever in the future. this is about hyyh yoonkook, characters from the BU, NOT the bts members yoongi and jungkook.

crossposted to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56794450

I am a whirlwind of destruction. A tsunami batters my heart, my head is ravaged by perpetual sandstorms and yet no force of nature can hope to inflict even an atom’s worth of damage as I have done so already.

I am a storm, and Jung Kook is right in the eye of mine. He stands there, unflinching, and I, like a coward, decide to abandon him once more.

The light in his eyes makes me violently ill.

“Why didn’t you go see Jung Kook? Don’t you know what you mean to him?”

He said my music makes him want to live. I can’t steal that away from him.

I know what I mean to him. Of course I do, which is why I can’t let him stay. He has stars in his eyes, and I pluck them right out with the coarse words climbing up my throat, leaving my lips like dry lumps of coal. And despite every bone in my body yearning to see his teeth peek out in that smile of his again, I shirk his gaze. He calls me hyung. I call him something far worse.

I can’t tell if I’m the pathetic one for always leaving, or Jung Kook for always staying. My arms are tattered with his claw marks from all the times he refused to let me go. They’re my favourite scars. I rub my arms raw, trying to make them disappear.

“Go home, Jung Kook.”

Futile. Streamers of light from his eyes wrap around me, trapping me, glueing my feet to the ground. No diamonds can even hope to compare with his, twinkling in his waterline from the misty yellow and blue lights from nearby skyscrapers.

I curse. I yell at him to go away, but he refuses to budge. His conviction is almost as strong as my anger.

Or maybe he’s just as stupid as me, because he walks over and gives me a hug; like he isn’t the Sun itself. And I, the Moon, foolishly orbiting Terra when my existence revolves around a star.

Warmth seeps into the crevices of my heart. Jung Kook wants to save a man cursed from his very creation. Cursed to cycles of dolour, a samsara of misery. Yet, I can’t muster up the energy to push him off. His arms around me feel like relief and torture all in one. Liquid drips onto my neck. Fruitless to ponder upon its source.

Only after a long minute does he let go. I stare into red-rimmed eyes. My voice sounds unfamiliar when I choke out the same words again, and I clench my fists until my jagged nails draw blood.

“Go home.”

Tonight seems like a good night for a stiff drink. I wonder if the corner store will still be open at this time, instead of thinking about the crestfallen look on Jung Kook’s face. No matter how many times I cause it, it will never cease feeling as if a dagger were twisted into my very soul.

“Promise me you’ll come see me tomorrow.”

I turn and walk away, before Jung Kook can say more.

Maybe if I pretend he isn’t there, he’ll leave and not foolishly come back, for once.

Maybe then I won’t be forced to spit out grimy words and act like it isn’t killing me, for once.

Maybe, that way, I’ll be able to save Jung Kook from my cursed fate, for ever.

[a-maru-writesback]

A head(start)

(Back at it again, bc Mahiru is living rent free in my mind, and I can’t even complain)

Warning: NSFW, MDNI, pure filth

Pliable, folded like wrapped paper with a red bow around her neck - like she was his early Christmas gift; that’s how he liked her best. Her legs resting against his shoulders; and as he swirled his tongue and caressed her drenched sex from side to side, he could taste her all the way; he could lose himself in her fragrance. He mused once, how would it feel to wear it as a perfume - but then... no, others would be able to smell his girl...

He devoured her, his face shoved deep in her cunt - not even caring about air -; but she was sweet like that and pushed his head back; well, she attempted to, because Mahiru restrained her wrists with his evol and shot her a quick stern look, “you said you’d give me a headstart, pipsqueak... and now you’re quitting?” Then, his façade disappeared as he teased close to her moist hole - it created puffs of hot air and vibrations close to her clit. She tried saying his name normally, telling him it was enough, he did not have to prove he was better... but her voice came out needy; and he noticed how she made no movement back, or barely struggled as his evol worked its magic. “You know I’m competitive as hell, pipsqueak... and you just had to provoke me, huh? What did you say again?” He had a teasing smile now.

She groaned from the need to have him back at the cunt, and from the memory of her own stupidity; she said nearly out of breath “bet you can’t make me cum before the song ends”. It was not a particular song she enjoyed, or even remembered the title, but the slow beats did something to her - and the lyrics gave her imagination devilish wings. It had, after all, been her own idea to offer her boyfriend a nice gift when he arrived home late from shopping for supplies for the supper on the special day. The song was on hold, his phone resting by his side. He smiled and rub his lips against her entrance, chuckling, “you know I’ll always play with you... but if it’s a challenge, I won’t lose.” Before he restarted the song, he complained “though, did you really think I would need it?”

And the beats were back, and so was the absolutely sinful wet sounds of his mouth slurping on her juices and never latching on to any specific spot for long - he would not have her in a comfortable position, after all this was a bet. He moved her hands closer to his hair, and she grabbed onto his locks instantly - the feeling of her fingers holding it for dear life made him work harder, but also nearly distracted him enough to make his tongue lose its pace - it was mind blowing how a simple, fierce touch from her could nearly derail his concentration -, turning his flat tongue into a sharp and precise tool to encircle her pearl. If he was being honest, though, he would gladly lose if it was the other way around. But he would never kiss and tell - like she needed more ammunition against him.

She groaned again, and could not remain still for a single second anymore; rubbing herself against his pretty lips and nose, coating them, as if she had applied lipgloss to his entire lower face; she could barely feel how much strength was going into his scalp; but he did not seem to mind, as he kept going, never relaxing. The woman tried to stare at how gorgeous he looked completely drunk on her; his eyes shutting for a moment, and deliciously frowning, before locking on to her pussy, making him go cross-eyed. It was nearly unbearable.

Mahiru knew the song was in its last minute, having the phone closer and the verses coming to an end. He needed to work harder. So, he set his lips around her clit and began to suck as his tongue circled it. The final act came as she felt herself falling - her body tossing and turning.

Stop. He had managed to make her cum before the final lines.

She was breathing hard, and he wished she would let the sounds out, but she had always been quiet as a mouse - frankly, it was hot seeing her struggle against it. He kissed the side of her mouth and placed his open mouth on top of hers, their breaths mingling. His bent arms supported his weight as he rested above her folded body, drinking her silent screams until her eyes finally opened; she witnessed the lavender of his begging her to say it, “fuck... hah ... you... win...”

That was all he needed to hear, as his lips took hers in a kiss. Her taste was so pungent on his lips and tongue - it was odd, but it made her stomach flutter. He felt himself grinding close to her clenching cunt; and now his eyes were pleading for a different reason, and she simply forgot about how sensitive she still was and told him to double it down - “my... turn, Mahiru.”

His cock was so worked up, “poor.. thing”, she softly whispered as her hands reached it; there was a significant coat of slimy pre-cum around the head. And she did not miss a beat, and began to rub it all the way down.

He whimpered softly in her ear - and she saw his scrunched nose and clenched teeth.

“Adorable”, she felt the urge to tease him again, to play with his emotions again. She was stupid like that.

But he thought - in fact he felt more like a command in his brain -, how stupidly and sweetly she was pumping him, needlesly. He was already rock hard, yet, she kept going.  “If you keep this up...” he said, “I will...”

“’s my turn, and the song’s  just starting.”

He was a goner as he finally felt the pressure building inside, but being a sweetheart, she smiled at him and allowed him to thrust inside - it was not gentle, but she felt it the best. It felt good to have him fucking into her as if he had not fucked her in the morning as she texted her family for the upcoming festivity - right on the sofa as the news flashed completely ignored.

His hips slammed into her in a feverish rhythm; fast and rough.  There was not a single space between their bodies.

The song was mid-end, when he released inside her clenching sex; and for a second time that day, she felt like falling - out of grace, right into his embrace.

He held her tight, breathing in her skin, shaking and letting out broken, shaky sounds.

She felt satisfied, full; her hands pushed him back - to feel the small stream coming out of her, tickling her sensitive cunt. She blindly slammed her trembling finger on the screen and a nice silence fell between them.

He hissed and cursed as his eyes followed his seed slowly creating a slimy, creamy, white path alongside her hole all the way down to the impermeable mattress.

She felt empty again, without him, without his love... She bit her lips and looked at him; quickly, he got the message and his fingers moved, in and out he fucked the warm seed back into her - slowly, so slowly it felt like sweet torture. Her body responded with small trembles, his finger being swallowed at each pump.

She was grabbing the red band around her neck, tightening it around her skin - wanting to be suffocated by the afterglow, lips puffed up, in absolute bliss. His hands went for her temples, “shh, shh, be a good girl and take my cum, hmm?”

He placed the hands that were grasping at the material on his neck - where they stayed, playing with the ends of his hair.

His fingers were lazily fucking it all back in - and she began to feel the build up again.

And as he kept fingering her poor cunt, she found it had touched that nice spot - as he curled his fingers - and something bubbled all the way up. A sinful sound came out of her, a long, low, throaty whimper.

The pressure on his fingers and the sound she let out made him nearly lose his mind - a relaxed smirk made its way into his lips. His eyes, half-closed, enjoying his victory.

And as she came for the third time, he kissed the corner of her lips again and whispered against her mouth with a cheeky tone “I won... again!”

She barely registered his voice, all she knew was that she was sat in the tub now; with his arms around her upper body. His vanilla scent bringing her back.

“Feeling okay?” his cheery voice asked.

And she nodded, resting her head back on his shoulder, a relaxed expression announcing she was about to fall asleep. In the back of her mind she felt the fluffy texture of the towel, followed by the soft clean sheets under her back. The last thing her brain told her was ‘Mahiru’s here, he’s hugging me. I’m so safe’.

He kissed her temple, locking her body in his embrace; and as the moon was finally naked again, free from the clouds, he thought she might have been a goddess at some point in her life, “I really won big time.”

(Feel free to imagine any song of your preference! Hope u enjoy!)