#and when I’m sufficiently calmed down he goes and makes me a little snack to help me feel better

[self-shippy]

had the worst fucking day today but at least there’s f/o cuddles at the end of the day……..

[astaroth1357]

Artistic MC Wants the Demon Brothers to Pose for a Portrait

This one was inspired by and goes out to all the fan-artists out there. Seriously, you all are so creative, talented, and bring so much color to the fandoms you enjoy. Never stop showing us just what you can make! 😁

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Lucifer:

A little amused and, of course, his ego appreciates the stroking. Won't jump on the opportunity though. He's got better things to do then stand in place for a who knows how long?

It will take some begging coaxing to get him to pose for one. If they do a good job they might get two!

Prefers to be in his demon form, beautiful and imposing, with all wings on full display. Think something from the Renaissance-era and that's about how he wants it. Very high standards.

Maaaay pose topless but that's only if it's the second portrait which means that first one better be a masterpiece. Everything else stays on like they’re locked in place though.

Will be very patient and still for the first hour but if it starts going longer than that he's going to get a little restless. He was serious when he said he has a lot to do and sitting/standing in place too long gets him anxious.

Mammon

Turns into a blushing boi at the question. Tries to cover it up with a "W-well of course you'd want to draw the Great Mammon! I'm not surprised at all!"

Embarrassed but lowkey flattered and totally into it. He’s done modeling in the past so he’s used to having his image out there after all.

He likes looks that show him as either sexy or mischievous, bonus points if it's both. Might try to sneak them into places they shouldn't technically be in, but would make a killer background. Or just places that will annoy Lucifer. Demon Lord’s Castle, anyone?

Gonna blush if they want him topless. Gonna REALLY blush for nude. Might demand a little Grimm in exchange for the last one but would do it.

Stays still enough through the process. He usually does photo-shoots so he's used to doing more movement but understands these things take time. Will try to talk to them the entire time which may or may not be distracting.

 Leviathan

*Levi.exe has crashed* Rebooting...

Becomes a blushing, stuttering mess trying to rationalize why they would ever want to draw/paint/etc. a yucky, awkward, unattractive otaku like him. Are they messing with him? Getting his hopes up? Is it a prank? A dream??

It’s going to take a lot of assurances, compliments, promises, and probably a bribe or two to get him to even consider. We’re talking limited edition TSL or Ruri-chan merch, at least.

Even if sufficiently incentivized, the nervous bean doesn’t make the best model if they want to pose him. He feels awkward and fidgets constantly. If he poses himself, however, now they’re getting somewhere.

His most comfortable poses tend to be just him playing some games or lounging in his room, pretty much just Levi in his natural habit, but… better. More attention to detail, position, composition, etc. If it's a snapshot of his life, then he's the most eye-catching thing in it.

Clothes. Stay. On. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Even if he were comfortable going nude (which he is not), he doesn't want people to just… see that you know??

Satan

Is actually flattered at the suggestion and is not afraid to state so. 

He’s very appreciative of the arts so he’s more than happy to lend himself over as inspiration.

Likes contemplative poses or ones that imply inner depth/calm. They’re the parts of himself he'd most like to see… or doubts he has.

Will try his best to stay still and keep composure for as long as possible, but he may start to feel the fatigue after a bit. Even demon bodies are used to, you know, moving after a while.

Going to probably go flushed if they ask him to remove any clothing. He knows that nudity is just another form of artistic expression but it's so… intimate. He may agree, but ask for a modesty covering like a sheet or well placed prop.

Asmodeus

He's been waiting so long…

The day has finally come…

*strips down on the spot and drapes himself across the nearest piece of furniture*

"Draw me like one of your French girls~! ❤❤❤"

They get forced to take the project to his room because no one wants Asmo's naked ass cheeks to stay on the dining room table a second longer than they have to.

Asmo is a perfect model. He follows instructions with ease and can hold a pose almost like a statue with nearly limitless stamina and patience. You think this is his first time modeling? He's an old pro.

Will let himself be drawn anywhere and in almost any way physically possible. The dude doesn't get embarrassed easily.

Asking him to pose is like opening a Pandora's Box though. Now that he's had a taste, he will not stop. He is their one and only muse from now on. For life.

Beelzebub 

How long are we talking? Can there be snack breaks? If so, deal.

Boy will say yes to pretty much anything with food involved so bring snacks and buy him a meal afterward and he's all in.

Not terrible at holding form and his stamina certainly helps. Doesn't really have a preference on how he gets posed though it's best if he can easily drop it and get back into it because you know. Snack breaks.

Not bothered at all being shirtless but nude is a big ask… The poor boy would be embarrassed, even if it's all for art. May say no, honestly, even if bribed with more food.

They may have to constantly brush off crumbs or remind him to wipe his face before returning to form again. He's not the cleanest eater when he really gets going.

Belphegor 

Sure, but does he have to stay awake for the whole thing?

Only willing to pose if he can hold it in his sleep. Literally. No standing. Comfy setting. You know what, can he just stay in bed? That can look nice, right?

Well he's going to stay pretty still because he's pretty much unconscious. May roll over at some point and require the MC to wake his ass up and get him back into position.

Doesn't care how it comes out really. He gets a free nap either way.

Shirtless? Sure. Nude? Eh, why not. He likes sleeping in the nude. Just don't try any funny stuff on him, human.

[epicfangirl01]

Random HCs of The Bois™️ Finding Out About AFAB!MC's Period

Honestly, I'm only writing this because of Mammon's reaction that popped into my head, and I wanted to see how the others would react. Also, these are on the basis that you and the brother are dating a couple months after your arrival.

TW: 18+ because some of the brothers are needy af

Lucifer

You knock on Lucifer's door shortly after school, feeling anxious. Your period came in the middle of your final class, when you realized you were out of pads and tampons. As you were in the Devildom, there isn't a stock of supplies for your already miserable week. And the only way to go to the human world was through Lucifer or Diavolo. As much as you love the gentle giant, you would rather talk about the situation with your boyfriend.

Lucifer tells you to come in, and the eldest brother's eyes soften as he glances up at you. His gaze doesn't linger, however, turning back to his stack of paperwork.

"Do you miss me already, MC? The academy bells have just finished ringing." You shift nervously, your period making you feel uncomfortable, before speaking up.

"I do, but that's actually not why I'm here... I need to go to the human world to pick some things u-" Lucifer sighs, scratching the paper with his pen.

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I am very busy. Besides, you just got home from school. You can wait to go on a shopping spree with Mammon and Asmodeus." You step closer, frowning, and you try to explain.

"No, Lucifer, that's not-" Lucifer's eyes narrow in irritation, still glancing at his paperwork, but his words become a firm warning.

"MC, you must finish your homework. You can go shopping this weekend." Your lower stomach twists in pain, cramps rapidly increasing, and you snap.

"Lucifer, my vagina is FUCKING BLEEDING, DAMMIT!!! I need to go to the store!" The demon's eyes widen as he drops his pen, and he looks up at you, surprised.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say...?" Frustration overwhelms you, until you catch the confusion and concern in his eyes.

"In all your years of existence, you haven't heard of a period before???" Lucifer doesn't say anything, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I really am overworking myself, aren't I? I suppose it's been a while since I've been to the surface...." You shake your head, chuckling, and you relax when Lucifer is finally ready to listen. You take a couple minutes to explain what is happening, and what you need to take care of yourself. When you're finished, Lucifer nods, glad that you will be okay.

"I apologize for my behavior. I will be more supportive in the future. Here, have some money for your errands. Will $100 dollars be sufficient?" (Yes, Luci, yes it is.)

Mammon

You sit down on Mammon's leather couch, shifting to a semi-comfortable position, and enjoying a movie night with your lovable boyfriend. Mammon grabs some blankets for you, before plopping onto the couch. He smiles at you, and holds you close, making sure that you are settled. You watch the movie for a while, enjoying the movie, when you catch a mischievous glint in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Mammon, wha-"

He smiles and pulls you into his lap, gently kissing you neck. You sigh a bit, uncomfortable with sitting in general, but loving his kisses and nips. You didn't expect Mammon's hand to cup your crotch, but you especially didn't expect him to scream in your ear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!?"

The pissed off side of your brain fumes for a moment, until your eyes meet Mammon's. You burst out laughing at the panic on Mammon's face, realizing that he felt your pad. The demon of greed doesn't appreciate your laughing, feeling genuinely worried for his beloved human. When you calm down, you turn back to him.

"Mammon, I'm fine. It's still there. I'm just.... kinda on my period..."

He looks at you like you grew three heads, and it quickly becomes apparent he has no idea what you're talking about. You take a few minutes to explain, and he listens patiently, but he still continues to panic.

"You're saying you can bleed FOR A WEEK and be fine?!? And you constantly have cramps and migraines? And this happens once a month??? Why the hell didn't you say anything? How can I help my human when you don't say you need me?!"

He carefully sets you down, before bolting of of the couch and out the door. You gape at the doorway for a moment, wondering what Mammon is up to. He returns for a moment, his arms holding a pile of pillows, medicine, pajamas, and snacks.

"Does this help? I got the pillows and pjs from your room, medicine from the bathroom, and I kinda took snacks from Beel's stash under his bed.... But it's fine! I made a note that you'll buy more later."

You shake your head, smiling, and you thank him as he walks over to help you. Once Mammon knows you are comfortable, he sits down beside you. You gently kiss Mammon on the lips, before you lay on your side, resting your head on his lap. The demon blushes, and he pulls the blanket over you. His hands gently stroke your hair, and you watch the movie together until you both fall asleep.

Leviathan

The third born invites you into his room for anime night (every night, lol), and you walk into the room with snacks in you arms. Levi welcomes you in as you set the bags onto his coffee table, before grabbing a couple drinks from his mini fridge.

"Good, you're early! The pilot is about to start!"

You chuckle, happy to spend time with him, and you bend down to place everything on the table. As you do so, your shirt lifts just enough to show a small stain on the back of your pants. Levi's eyes accidentally catch sight of it, resulting in a blush.

"Uh, MC? You have a s-stain on your pants..." You turn and look down at your legs, turning to try to find what he's talking about, but you can't see it.

"I can't find it. I'll just wash it off when I get back to my room." The demon tenses and shakes his head, trying to think of the least awkward words to say.

"No, no! I-I mean, you have a blood stain. Y-your period kinda started...."

Your eyes widen at his words, and you look in the reflection of his glass aquarium, cursing at the stain. You hadn't noticed this time, the monthly curse being subtle throughout your busy afternoon. You start to apologize to Levi, when he shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. I-it's fine. I just... I know it might be weird that I know about it. I found out from a high school anime. In the episode, the protagonist goes on their way to school, getting bullied by the leader of the popular girls, and the bully turns away but the protagonist stops her because of a stain, and despite being enemies, the protagonist is kind and knows how she feels, so they take her to the bathroom and helps her clean up... And I- I know it probably sounds weird or creepy for someone to watch anime like that, but I thought it was kind and empowering, an-" You stop Levi mid rant, smiling at his anxiousness, and you give him a small hug.

"Thanks, Levi. I appreciate it. It's part of the unspoken period code, ya know? It can be awkward and embarrassing enough, so even just a discreet heads up can be very helpful. Don't worry about it, okay?"

He nods, glad you understand, and he gently hugs you back.

"O-okay. I'll be back, alright? I remember seeing in the episode that it helps to have a hot shower sometimes to ease the cramps and feel less uncomfortable, and that blankets and pjs can help. I guess if you don't mind a loser like me, you could use any blankets or hoodies I have if it makes you feel better..."

You smile and nod, grateful for the demon of envy. He shyly smiles back, and he spends the rest of the night making sure that you're comfortable during the show.

Satan

The library is quiet and warm as you sit at a table with Satan, working on your assignments. You struggle and struggle through a complex spell for your potions class, irritation and fatigue clouding your brain. You are already sore and pissed off from the beginning of your period, but now stress and anger bubbles beneath the surface.

"MC, you have to say it calml-"

You huff, throwing up your hands, and you scowl at the unaffected spell dummy in front of you.

"I know, Satan! I've been calm for the past half hour, and it's still not right! Can you just actually give me some fucking advice for once so I can get this shit over with?!?"

The middle brother looks at you for a moment, stunned, before chuckling.

"I didn't know you could hold so much anger, MC. I'm almost impressed, although, it is very out of character for you... Are you alright?"

A sigh escapes your lips as you awkwardly cross your arms, looking away. You explain that you are just tired, but Satan can hear the hesitation in your voice. The demon of wrath doesn't speak for a moment, thinking about your recent behavior, and everything snaps into place. Satan has read enough books to last an eternity, including ones about human biology. He knows exactly what is happening, and he generally understands how you are feeling. And through his readings, Satan knows not to ask you directly, should your anger grow.

"Ah, I understand. Well, why didn't you say that you needed a break, kitten? I could have helped you unwind a little."

With that, Satan pulls you away from the table to rest on the couch, grabbing a book from his bag. Once you are both settled, Satan pulls a blanket over you both and opens his book while you rest your head on his lap.

With his human in his arms, Satan calmly reads to you, his voice silky as you eventually drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus

The demon of lust practically barges into your room, Majolish bags in tow as he squeals with excitement.

"MC! Look, Majolish's exclusive swimwear line came out! I found this ADORABLE swimsuit for you to try! It was the last in your size." He pulls out the swimsuit from a bag, showing it to you.

You look up at Asmo, gasping at the swimsuit.

"That looks perfect! Thank you, Asmo. I'll try it on later. I'm not fe-"

Asmo pouts, tossing the swimsuit to you, and reaching for another outfit from his bag.

"Come on!!! I have so much stuff for us to try on! And then we could maybe go to the beach tomor-"

You shake your head, sighing.

"No, Asmo. I'm not up to swimming this week", you lie, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

Asmo notices, and immediately drops the subject.

"Are you alright, hun? Is it a rough cycle this time?"

Your eyes widen in surprise before you look up at him. His eyes are filled with concern, before you nod.

"Yeah, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine. Let's go swimming next week, okay?"

The avatar of lust smiles, before carefully pulling you out of the chair.

"Come on. Let's have a spa day instead. I'll make sure you feel stunning and comfortable."

Beelzebub

You look through the kitchen in your pjs, craving all of your favorite foods, when you hear the door quietly squeak open. Your head turns back, and you see the sheepish gaze of the 6th born.

"Do you need a midnight snack, Beel? I was about to make something myself. I can make some for you."

Beel nods, smiling, before coming into the room.

"I smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen, so I came to check. That's strange, though. You haven't made anything yet?" Beel takes in the large amount of food on the table, much more than you normally eat. Maybe the gluttonous demon was rubbing off on you, he wondered.

You shake your head, just as confused as he is.

"Maybe you were so hungry that you started imagining it. You've done that a few times before."

Beel sniffs the air, before walking up behind you.

"You smell different today... MC, you smell so good..... Can I have a taste?"

You choke on air, trying to understand what he just said.

"Beel! You can't just ask that! That's perverted!" He looks at you with confused, innocent eyes, like a kicked puppy.

"What do you mean? I just wanted to kiss your head. Oh.... You thought I meant or-"

A small screech of panic escapes your lips, and you stop Beel mid-sentence, telling him not to spend too much time with Asmo.

"Right. Sorry, MC... Can I ask a question? Why do you smell different today? You're not as sweet and salty as usual. And you're a lot hungrier today.... Are you okay?"

Realization punches the wind out of you as you understand what Beel has been smelling. He was attracted to your blood, without knowing what it was. An awkward laugh fills the air, and you look away from the red head's gaze.

You spend the next few minutes explaining what was going on, and Beel listens intently as you go on.

"Okay. I'm sorry for being rude... I didn't mean to. To make up for it, I can make you whatever you want. Sit down, and I'll get you some water. You'll lose a lot of hydration for the next few days. Then when food is done, we can go watch Devilish Desserts in my room. Belphie is in the attic tonight."

You smile, pulling Beel into a hug before spending a relaxing evening together.

Belphegor

The sound of your DDD alarm fills the cozy attic, waking you and Belphie up from your after school nap. The youngest brother groans before pulling you closer.

"Did you really have to wake me up? I was having such a nice dream..."

You push yourself off Belphie and the bed, feeling as if you were hit by a truck. Why did you have to feel awful now, when you made plans to see the angels?

Your body aches as you stand, attempting to wake up enough to get ready. Belphie mumbles with irritation, rolling onto his side.

"What's more important tha- Huh? Is that blood?"

Your eyes widen, and you look back to the bed, and your eyes find the red stain on the bedsheets. You look at Belphie in horror, and he sits up, now wide awake.

"MC, are you okay? That's where you were sleeping."

You want to die. You want to shrivel up into a ball and die because how are you going to explain to your boyfriend that it came out of your vagina, and that it's NORMAL?!? Blood coming from anywhere brings some sense of concern anyway, no matter what realm you are from.

"Haha- Yeah, um, about that, I kinda need to tell you something...."

Belphie stays surprisingly alert as you explain, only relaxing when you state that it's normal and frequent.

"Ah. Okay. Tell Simeon to fuck off. You're sick, and you're staying here. Go get a spare hoodie and sweatpants. I'll get you meds, a heating pad, and some spare pillows. Tell the others you're with me tonight."

You smile, glad he understands, and Belphie gets you a couple of things while you get comfortable. When you walk back into the attic, Belphie is fast asleep with his limbs curled around a log of blankets, waiting for you to return.

[cordonian-literature]

The Aftermath - Ch. 1

The Met

Summary: Riley and her husband take a visit to a museum while their kids have lessons

Word Count: ~2.0k 

Warning: Mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch”*

Catch up here!

After giving Eleanor, Gabriel, and Theodore breakfast, Riley made her way to the kitchen of their New York penthouse and began making turkey sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies, for what she hoped could be for a picnic in Central Park in the late afternoon after the kids’ practices. 

The sound of the mixer didn’t allow Riley to hear her husband walk into the kitchen. She feels his stiff arms around her waist and chuckles. 

Kissing the back of her head, Theodore asks, “Making a treat for me?”

Riley laughs, removing herself from his grasp to preheat the oven on the other side of the kitchen. “For the kids.”

Theodore looks into the bowl. “Isn’t it a little early to be making dessert?” 

“Actually,” Riley goes back and stops the mixer. “I thought we could go on a little picnic?” She looks at her husband thoughtfully. Bringing her attention back towards the cookies, she continues, “After Gabe’s soccer practice and Ella’s dance class, of course.” 

“Of course,” he repeats. He watches her put the cookie dough in the fridge. “We should ask the kids.” 

Riley turns, holding a piece of bread in her hands. “Do you think they might not want to go?”

“Nah, I’m sure they do.” He walks up to her and collects her in his arms. “But I had other plans for us today.”

A shy smile spreads across Riley’s face. “Which is?”

“A visit to the Met. They’ve a new exhibit.” 

“With the kids?” she removes herself from his embrace with her free hand and goes back to making sandwiches.

“We can ask them to come with.”

“And if they don’t want to?”

Theodore laughs. Letting go of Riley, he goes into the fridge to grab an apple. “Gabe’s old enough to watch over Ella for a couple hours. We’ll bring them back dinner.” 

Gabriel had just turned ten, and Eleanor was still many weeks away from turning eight. Even though her husband argued that they were old enough to be somewhat self sufficient, Riley still felt nervous leaving them alone. 

Noticing the concern on her face, he suggests, “We could also just go during their practice times if that’ll make you feel better, babe.” 

“Thanks, Theo,” she smiles, eyeing the apple. “I just... get worried sometimes. Especially for Gabe.”

Theo gives an understanding nod and takes a bite into his apple, but not before Riley notices the irritation on his face. After ten years, she no longer let it bother her, unless Theo’s annoyance of her and Liam’s son got excessive. She understood that it was difficult for Theo to raise a child that wasn’t his, especially when his wife made it very clear that she was still in love with the father of that child. 

Even though Theo agreed to parent Gabriel with Riley, he was glad that they had their own daughter, Eleanor, so he could at least be a father to her in the ways that he wasn’t with Gabe. 

“You know I didn’t mean it like that, right?” Riley turns to fully face him, wanting to keep her husband in a good mood, she tries to explain herself. “It’s just that I don’t want them to do anything foolish or—.”

“Riley. Babe,” Theodore looks at his wife, in her old, dark tank top and a worn pair of jeans. “I know. I worry about them, too. I wanna keep them safe, too.” 

Riley smiles and gives her husband a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers. Turning back to the counter, she finishes making the sandwiches as Theo stands behind her, eating his apple. “I’ll leave these for lunch then, if we’re not going on the picnic. We can get Chinese for dinner, and maybe the cookies could be a snack for later today?” She looks at Theo, and he nods in silent agreement.

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Ella and I raced down towards the elevator, Mom and Dad trailing far behind us. We hold the “close doors” button and leave them on our floor as the elevator falls towards the lobby. 

We tumble out, giggling, but Ella freezes and cries, “I forgot my water!” She starts throwing things out of her bag and onto the lobby floor. When Mom and Dad finally come out of the elevator, Mom starts laughing. 

“Forgot this?” she holds out Ella’s bottle to her and helps her put everything back in her bag.

The four of us walk together towards the waiting limo. Once we’re inside, Mom and Dad turn to us. 

“While you guys are at practice,” Dad begins, “Your mother and I will be seeing a new exhibit at the Met.”

“Ou, take pictures for me, please!” Ella requests.

“We’ll pick you up on time, promise,” Mom reassures, caressing my cheek. “You both have your phones on you, yes?”

Ella and I pat our pockets, signaling where we put our devices. 

We reach the indoor soccer courts first. Mom gives me a quick kiss on my forehead and Dad gives me a pat on the back as I fumble out the door with my large bag. I wish Ella good luck during dance practice and head inside. 

I played until I could barely breath. I skipped some of the water breaks, my body wanting to keep moving, so when everyone was hydrating themselves, I continued to dribble and chase after the ball. During the third water break, coach yells at me to “Sit the hell down!” so I relent and down my water in one breath. My parents are planning a trip to Italy next week, and I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t going to lose that much practice time; I was motivated to work ahead. 

After practice, I wait in the lobby with some of my friends. We talk, but we’re not fully engrossed in the conversation: everyone either has their eyes glued to the doors or to their phones, waiting for their parents to give the signal that it was time to go home. 

I turn on the ringer of my phone and sit back on the bench, waiting for my parents. Dad was usually the punctual one, but since they’d gone to visit a new exhibit, I guessed he wanted to spend a little more time there; Mom and Dad weren’t always free to be able to do things together. 

I take a nap while I wait, but when I wake up, I realize that I’ve been waiting for almost half an hour. Ella’s session would end in a couple minutes, so I shoot her a text hoping that she would see it as soon as she got out. 

Hey.

hi. r u guys on ur way?

No. Mom and Dad haven’t picked me up yet.

rlly? whats taking them so long?????

I’m going to check their location 

She leaves me on read.

It says “loading” but then says unavailable. The Met has wifi right?

weird

Can you check, please?

yessir

After a few moments, she texts me back.

it says the same for me :(( im worried

Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a reason 

I sit in the lobby, trying to calm down Eleanor through text and wave goodbye to all my friends as their parents pick them up. After another half hour, the next set of lessons start for the older kids. The receptionist steals glances at me before finally saying, “Hey Gabriel, is your mom coming to pick you up today?”

“Um,” I look down at the phone in my hand, contemplating whether I should call one of my parents. “I’m not sure.” 

“What about your dad?” she asks.

“No, they should be in the same place. They usually pick me up by now.” 

“We have your grandmother as an emergency number. Want me to call her up and make sure everything’s alright?” she suggests. I want to say no, that there’s no reason to worry, but the sense of dread in my chest threatens to yield tears. 

“Sure,” I allow. 

My mother’s mother lives in Northern New Jersey and visits often, since it’s not too long of a train ride — she’d drive, but parking was difficult, and our reserved underground parking spots in the building was already filled with Dad’s cars. The receptionist introduces herself, then waves me over to talk on the phone. 

“Hell-o!” Grandma greets. “How was practice? Everything okay?”

“Good. Yeah everything’s fine,” I say. “Practice ended almost an hour ago, but I’m still here. And Ella says that Mom and Dad haven’t picked her up, either.” 

“Uh oh,” she says, and I can hear her face fall. “Do you want me to come pick you up? You both can stay with me tonight. Then we will call Mama and tell her you guys are alright. How does that sound?”

I give a sigh of relief. “Yes, please. I’ll tell Ella.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

I fill in my sister, but she doesn’t reply to my texts.

Twenty minutes later, I throw my bag into the trunk of Grandma’s Buick and slide into the back seat next to Ella. She stares at her lap, and I know she’s feeling the same amount of worry and confusion that I am. 

When we reach Grandma’s small town, she asks us if we want dinner. When both of us say we’re not hungry, she still grabs us McDonald’s. 

Mom and Dad don’t answer our calls. We even call Dad’s assistant, but she also says that she hasn’t heard from him.

We eat dinner quietly, with Grandma giving us encouraging kisses and pep talks while we talk about our practices. Afterwards, we go into the living room to quietly watch some Netflix while Grandma makes some apple pie. The smell of it baking in the oven makes me nostalgic for something unknown, and it reminds me of the cookies that Mom was making earlier today. I hear Ella sniffle, and turn to see her silently crying. 

After desert, Grandma gives us some of Mom’s old baggy clothes to sleep in. Ella gets to sleep in Mom’s old room while I sleep in the guest room. My eyes burn from the amount of tears I held back today, and its almost painful to close them. 

...

I wake to the smell of pancakes and a familiar rumble in the pit of my stomach. I brush my teeth, but don’t bother to fix my hair. Ella eats quietly on the island in the kitchen. I slide onto the seat next to her and watch Grandma start making another pancake.

“Good morning!” she says to me. “Could one of you please turn on the news in the living room?”

I allow Ella to keep eating and walk towards the little doorway that separates the living room from the kitchen. Turning on the news, I increase the volume. The image of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks from a helicopter view flash on the screen while a female reporter narrates the incident. 

“On the evening of May seventeenth, the Metropolitan Museum of Art was bombed by an unidentified group. Investigations are underway and the city has been closed off, including trains and bus routes into and out of the city, along with roads and bridges. 

“Many dead bodies have been found, and many others are severely injured. CEO of Blaise Enterprises, Mister Theodore Blaise, has been found dead. The whereabouts of his wife, Riley Brooks, are unknown. Senator Nicolae Adebayo sustained serious injuries, as did many other persons.”

Ella’s screams drown out the sound of my heart thundering in my ears. Grandma rushes towards her and collects her off of the floor and into her arms. I stare at them, the reporters’ voices and the smell of the pancake burning melt into the background as I take a shaky breath and allow my tears to fall. 

[pinkstarsims]

All the soft OC asks for Boston 💖

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

He feels most at home in a place most people probably wouldn’t, the ocean. The ocean and the wildlife that lives in it has always been his passion, which is why he majored in oceanography. Studying and protecting the ocean and the lives that it supports is his greatest passion. 

He was born in Astoria, Oregon. A small ocean town. Home to him means where your heart feels the most alive. 

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

Takis definitely top his list of favorite snack and comfort food whenever he is down. He isn’t much of a cook so he doesn’t really have any favorite meals to make. 

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

When he needs time to himself he goes to a secluded beach he found when he was younger, not many people know about it so it guarantees he will be alone most of the time. 

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

Boston loves to give huge bear hugs. To show affection to his friends he will always be there when they need anything and always have their backs. For his family he repeatedly lets them know he is there and makes sure to stay in touch often. For significant others he will find out what their love language is and make sure to do that exact thing for them. When it comes to significant others Boston loves affection but he isn’t much for random strangers touching him. 

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

The first thing Boston ever notices about someone is their body language. He is really good at reading whether someone is uncomfortable or to comfortable, annoyed, upset, happy. In the normal every day life just seeing someone genuinely smile makes his day. 

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

To someone head-over-heels in love with them Boston would look passionate, caring, motivated, ambitious and goofy. 

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

It would take A LOT to make Boston sit and relax. He doesn’t like having idle hands so I imagine if he was forced to rest in bed he wouldn’t be the best company. His girlfriend Francesca and his mother would probably be the ones looking over him and he would be a terrible patient because he likes being the one to take care of others. 

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

Without using words he would show someone he cares by taking them to do things they enjoy, or making the effort to learn something just for them. Bostons love language is definitely physical touch so things like holding his hand, hugging or kissing makes him feel wanted. 

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Surfing is definitely his favorite way to unwind. 

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Boston feels DEEPLY. When he loves he loves hard and that mostly leads him to heartbreak because others don’t ever seem to be on the same level as him. 

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

When scared or after a nightmare he will go binge the Big Bang Theory to get his mind off of it. 

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

The ocean because of the sheer mass of all the things it offers

Beluga whales are his favorite because they are like sea dogs as he says. 

Peach cobbler reminds him of his Mom

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

He isn’t really the journal keeping type but I imagine if he was it would be covered with pictures of sea creatures, and his favorite quotes. 

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

His girlfriend Francesca, they haven’t been together long but they have quickly grown close.

His Mother, he admires her strength and love. After his father died when he was 10 his mother raised him and his brothers on her own with out help from anyone else and never once complained. That he heard at least. 

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

I love the love he has for the ocean. I feel like a lot of characters end up fitting into the generic molds of being singers, actors, models etc and when I made Boston I wanted him to be something more than that. 

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

Most of my OCs deserve better treatment from me lol. I definitely probably haven’t given him the attention he really deserves. 

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

I’m not exactly sure what baby means but if it means what I think then probably a 1 because he is very self sufficient. 

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

When his Dad died when he was 10 it was due to a car accident that Boston was in with him. Boston lived and his Dad didn’t. He has always had survivor guilt because of it. If I could change that fact for him I would, however it has turned him into the man he is today. 

Thank you for the asks, sweetie! I really enjoy answering so I learn more about my characters as well as letting you all know them more. 

[gimmesumsuga]

Sweeter than Sweet (31)

Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: Risky of discovery, fingering, derogatory language 

Word count: 4K

Previous / Next

Seriously?  He’s really doing this?  

“Sure.”  You resist the urge to elbow Taehyung in the stomach when he invites Namjoon to make himself comfortable on the bed next to the two of you.  You can’t exactly lynch him just for being polite, can you?  After all, it’s not like Tae realises that he’s inadvertently left you sandwiched between two vampires who historically struggle to keep their hands to themselves.  

“This looks cosy,” Namjoon comments as he pulls back the covers enough to climb in, his sharp eyes immediately clocking the Taehyung’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his hands splayed across your stomach, and you find yourself holding your breath as Namjoon gets settled in and pulls the covers back over you, smiling slyly.  “Very cosy.”

Covered almost up to your neck - all three sets of arms hidden from view by the weighty blanket - Namjoon hasn’t exactly given much thought to personal space.  His side is completely flush with Taehyung’s and by extension of that yours too, and where your bodies touch your skin feels as though it’s prickling unbearably, too alert and aware of even his slightest movements.   

God, why does he enjoy torturing you so much?  And why does he even have such an effect on you?  None of the others fill you with this much apprehension; even Taehyung, with his not-so-subtle advances.  

As you note the way your heart is thudding wildly you suddenly recall what Jimin had once said about being able to hear it beating, and you immediately begin to panic.  What if Namjoon can hear it too, thundering away as it is?  Of course, worrying about that then only makes it start to pound even harder, your snack-filled stomach twisting with nausea.  

At a loss for what else to do, you try your very best to act as casually as possible in an attempt to normalise his presence.  If he actually spent more time with the group him showing up probably wouldn’t even be so much of a big deal anyway.  

“I wouldn’t have thought that Moulin Rouge was really your style,” you say to him once you’ve calmed yourself enough to know that the words won’t shake on their way out.  

“We already established that we aren’t very good judges of each other’s taste once before, didn’t we?” he answers without taking his eyes off the screen, looking amused.  You blush lightly, remembering that perfectly pleasant conversation you’d had with him in the study.  Why can’t he be like that all the time?  “As it happens, I love Baz Luhrmann’s movies.  Gatsby, Romeo and Juliet… Moulin Rouge.”  

“What do you like about them?” you ask before you can help yourself, keeping your voice quiet.  Namjoon may scare you, but he's also still as intriguing as ever.  He has such a quick, intelligent mind that you can’t resist picking into it whenever you get the chance.  He pauses thoughtfully, pursing his lips together and glancing your way.  

“He has a style of writing and direction that you don’t really see with anyone else.  Like here, for example,” Namjoon begins, nodding his head toward the screen.  

You absent-mindedly wonder whether Taehyung is listening in on your conversation too or whether he’s caught up in the film; either way he’s silent, only the rise and fall of his chest behind you and the subtle movement of his fingers stroking your side a reminder that he’s there.  

“He bombards the audience.  Light, sound, colour - to the point where it’s almost overwhelming.  There’s so much noise, so much going on that you almost don’t know where to look.”  You nod along listening eagerly and Namjoon twists his torso to look at you while he’s speaking, a light shining behind his eyes that you’ve never seen there before.  

“Then suddenly he’ll cut to that stark, pale close-up of Satine’s face and everything goes quiet and stops.”  He pauses, and you realise that you’re holding your breath again.  “It’s enthralling.”  

It’s at that moment when you come to realise that it’s you that’s being enthralled here.  Everything about Namjoon is so intense; whether it be when he’s trying to intimidate you, seduce you, or simply sharing his knowledge and passion.  He could talk to you about the most mundane of topics and you’re sure you’d find it interesting - caught in his gaze and lured in by that smile.  

“Of course, everyone loves a tragic love story.”  He smiles a knowing smile, those blessed dimples of his making an appearance.  

“That’s true,” you agree, trying not to sound too breathy.  There goes your heart again, running away with itself, your throat suddenly dry.   “I prefer a happy ending though.  Seems like one of the lovers always ends up dead whenever he’s directing.”  Namjoon’s smile grows wider, colder and more ruthless.  

“That’s the fun part.”  An involuntary shudder runs through you, any warmth that you’d managed to accumulate over the past thirty minutes disappearing, swept away by the icy cold undercurrent of Namjoon’s words.  

You drag your eyes from him, looking down at the covers as you try to subtly let out a shaking breath.  Taehyung must have felt that shudder because now his arms are tightening around you again, one hand rubbing your arm and the other your side, moving up and down briskly and shaking your insides.  You notice Namjoon watching out of the corner of your eye and you’re suddenly extra conscious of every movement Taehyung makes and how it may appear.  Frankly, though, weren’t you already?

“It’s alright Tae, I’m not that cold,” you tell him, trying to dissuade him from becoming overly physical whilst Namjoon is playing such close attention to everything you do.  You lean your head back on his shoulder to look up at him but end up finding yourself much closer to his face than you’d originally anticipated, his blonde fringe practically dangling into your eyes.  

“But you’re covered in goosebumps,” he observes, his hands running down each of your arms from top to bottom and only exacerbating the problem.  

All of a sudden Namjoon leans over and whispers something directly into Taehyung’s ear, something that twists the relaxed set of Tae’s wide mouth into an uncharacteristic smirk as he whispers something back.  Namjoon’s smile is wicked when he pulls away, his eyes fixed on yours, and it doesn’t take long for you to realise that he’s just said something that’s egged the younger vampire on; you can tell by the way Taehyung’s licking his lips, squeezing his grip around each of your wrists.  

Namjoon leans forward, his plump lips making contact with the outer shell of your ear before he whispers into it.   

“We were just wondering if your nipples are hard too, little one.”  You have no idea whether they were or not before you’d heard those words, but the moment they pass Namjoon’s lips you’re suddenly excruciatingly aware of how badly both swollen buds are rubbing against the inside of your bra.  Are you really that cold, or is your body so eager to respond to Namjoon that he can simply will it into a physical reaction with just one silken purr?  

Apparently, the two boys mean to find out.  Before you can summon a response Taehyung’s hands have left your wrists and are rooting around under the blanket to search for the hem of your blouse, and the moment he finds it he wastes no time in lifting it up and hooking it over the tops of your breasts to expose them under the covers.  He’s never been this bold before - not ever - and you know it must be almost entirely down to Namjoon’s bad influence that he’s acting this way.  

Both Namjoon and Taehyung are wearing the same dark, lusty look in their eyes, and when you try to speak Namjoon presses a long finger to his lips and gently shushes you, flicking his eyes in the direction of the others as a warning to keep quiet and ensure that their actions remain unnoticed.  

“You wouldn’t want them finding out about this, too, now would you?”  You close your mouth, swallowing hard, knowing that the deep, red blush that’s creeping onto your cheeks is the only thing that could tip the others off about what’s currently going on underneath Taehyung’s blankets.  His long, gentle fingers are running across the small swell of your stomach and up towards your sternum, dancing along the underwiring of your bra, and all the time you’re struggling to breathe without panting, looking back and forth between the two of them with wide, startled eyes.  

“Tell me to stop,” Taehyung murmurs into your ear unexpectedly, one hand brushing across the soft swell of your breast, “And I will.”  You have to bite back a gasp as that hand slips into the cup of your bra and immediately begins to knead its contents firmly, his other quickly doing the same.  He rolls your nipples between his fingers and you fight the urge to whimper, your back bending against him as your core throbs.  “Just tell me to stop.”

You turn your head to the side where it’s laid back on Taehyung’s shoulder, drawn to the visage of Namjoon you know will be waiting, and sure enough, he’s staring right back at you as though he was just waiting for you to look.  The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement as he watches your mouth flop open and your eyebrows crease in an expression of pleasure as Tae tugs on one of your nipples, hard enough to shoot pleasure-pain straight down your spine to the juncture of your legs.  

Thank god they the others have already smelled your arousal once already this evening, or else you’d be worried about them picking up on the scent of the slick you know is inevitably pooling on the back of your skirt.  Luckily they all seem sufficiently distracted by the movie, and Yoongi’s still flat out to the left of you, his face relaxed and his breathing steady.  

Yoongi.  You wonder what he’d make of this if he were awake.  Would he join in, would he get mad?  And would he even be justified in doing so if he did?  It’d make him a little bit of a hypocrite, after all, but then who are you to really talk?  

You’re just about to start to feeling guilty again when you abruptly lose the ability to form any kind of coherent thought, Namjoon’s hand coming to settle on your knee and squeezing hard.  

“You’re so soft,” Taehyung groans softly as he manipulates each of your breasts in his palms.  You feel him shift behind you, calling attention to the large erection pressing insistently into your back as Namjoon’s hand creeps higher, up into the wetness smeared along your upper thighs and pushing your skirt back along the way.  His fingers brush against your pubic bone, probably expecting to find underwear there, and even though you have absolutely no control in this situation you can’t help but smirk at the shocked look that passes over Namjoon’s face, delighting in being able to surprise the usually unshakable vampire, if only for a second.  His eyes press closed for a second as he mouths a silent curse, but when they open again they’re blazing with heat and Namjoon’s looking at you like he wants to tear you from Taehyung’s grasp and fuck you regardless of anyone else that may be in the room.

It really is only for a second that you’re given to feel self-satisfied.  The smirk that had been twisting your mouth is ripped from you the moment Namjoon’s fingers slide lower and into your folds to slip back and forth between them.  You almost slip up, then, barely managing to smother a moan by pressing your lips together tighter than you ever have before, so hard that it hurts.  

You look to Taehyung, widening your eyes pleadingly - though what it is you’re pleading for you have no idea - but he looks just as lust-drunk as Namjoon, his chest heaving behind you, chewing on his bottom lip.  His pretty eyes can’t look away, fixated on the pleasure contorting your face as it heightens his own, moving his hips subtly to grind against you, seeking friction.

Thank God no-one has the presence of mind to turn around and look at the three of you because you’re pretty sure it’d be starkly obvious what you’re all up to now, your faces all so close that your heavy breaths are intermingling.  

“Tae, feel how wet she is,” Namjoon grunts, “The little slut hasn’t even got any panties on.”  Taehyung unquestioningly follows his elders lead, one hand slipping out from your bra and heading for the apex of your thighs where Namjoon’s fingers are now rubbing at your clit.  You clench your legs together in panic, squeezing Namjoon’s hand between them, knowing that if Taehyung joins in too you’ll really be lost.  You won’t be able to keep quiet, no way; even now you’re amazed no one has caught on, probably only thanks to the way Jungkook is never able to watch the TV at an appropriate volume.  

Your resistance draws a growl from Namjoon’s throat, his dark eyes glinting dangerously. His hand leaves your core to yank your legs apart, holding them open to make way for Taehyung’s to slide downward and carry on where he left off, and when Tae pinches your clit your body bucks against him, the bed making a singular, solitary creak that you can’t seem to care about when your core is burning so hot that it feels as though it’s about to catch on fire.   

“Fuck, so wet,” Tae breathes into your ear, rubbing his fingertip against your opening.  His voice is so low and husky that it only arouses you all the more, your fingernails digging into the meat of his thighs as you try desperately to hold back your whimpers are cries.  “I could play with you all night.”

“And she’ll let you,” Namjoon whispers breathily, more for you than Taehyung, his hand returning to its previous position now that he knows you’ve been successfully seduced into submission, “She’ll take all the cock she can get.”  He rubs your clit harshly, his fingers bumping into Taehyung’s amongst the wet mess between your legs, and when the younger vampire’s fingers start to dip inside of you, breaching your walls, you can take it no longer.

You’re on the verge of an orgasm, your legs shaking between Taehyung’s, when you grab both of their hands and try to pull them away, gasping out,

“Stop, stop.”  Taehyung immediately ceases the movement of his hand and lets you move it away, his fingers slipping out of you and leaving you achingly empty inside, but unfortunately Namjoon seems to have other ideas.  His fingers simply replace Taehyung’s, thrusting in savagely, a twisted smirk on his face as you bite your lip so hard that you break through the skin.  

“She said stop,” Taehyung growls, grabbing the other vampire’s wrist and yanking it away from you in a display of courage that surprises you considering how nervous Namjoon usually makes them all.  Namjoon blinks, the smile falling from his face as he falters, and you take that opportunity to quickly throw the covers back and climb out of the bed, over their laps, not bothering with an explanation to the others as you quickly exit the room on wobbling legs.  Namjoon will probably come up with a believable excuse for you anyway, master of manipulation that he is.  

You’re halfway down the corridor on the way to Jimin’s room when someone suddenly grabs hold of your shoulder.  You never heard them coming past your ragged, uneven breaths and when they spin your round of the spot to face them you start, gasping, every part of you tensing in panic because you’re convinced that it’ll be Namjoon there waiting.

It’s not though; it’s Taehyung stood in front of you, his eyes wide with concern and his hand resting on your shoulder.  He gives it a gentle squeeze, softly saying your name as he watches you visibly sag with relief.

“Are you alright?” he asks cautiously.  The expression on his face almost makes it look like he’s expecting you to be mad at him, but in reality you’re anything but.  “I’m sorry about Namjoon… I didn’t mean for it to go so far.   You’re so pretty, Jagi , I just wanted to see-”  Taehyung doesn’t get chance to finish his sentence; he’s too busy absorbing the weight of you as you crash into his arms, throwing your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his chest.  Tentatively, he returns your embrace, maintaining a careful amount of space between the two of you.  

“It’s alright, Tae, ok?” you murmur into him, “We all just got a bit carried away.”  

“Yeah, I guess we did.”  You tilt your chin up to look at him, smiling back at the adorable boxy grin that greets you and he scrunches up his nose and eyes, giving you a squeeze that only starts relaxing once you’re wiggling your way out of it.  

“I better go… clean up,” you grin embarrassedly, glancing downward to your skirt and trying to fight against the blood rushing to your cheeks.   You completely miss the way his eyes follow yours hungrily, biting his lip as you turn, but before you can get away he grabs hold of your hand again, pulling you back to him and then promptly pushing you against the wall with a thud.   

He keeps you pressed there, shocked and wide-eyed, using his body weight to pin you with his forearms resting on the wall either side of your head, silent but regarding you with such intensity that you feel like you might burst into flame at any moment.  Taehyung’s still aroused, too, his erection digging into your hip rather than your back this time, and feeling it there makes you core start to throb all over again, still craving the orgasm you so recently deprived yourself of.  

“Do you like me?” he asks after what feels like forever, leaning over you and leaving very little space between your faces, so close that you can only look at one of his eyes at a time, darting between the two whilst your heart races.  

“Sure I do,” you answer nervously, fairly certain that he doesn’t mean in a platonic way but going for that anyway, “We’re friends, right?”  A rare look of frustration passes over Taehyung’s face as he shakes his head slightly.

“I don’t mean like that,” he re-iterates, pushing his hips into yours to emphasise his point, an involuntary whimper falling from your lips, “I mean the way you like Jimin… and Yoongi-hyung.”  You bite your lip, already knowing your answer but feeling unsure as to whether you should admit it or not.  

You’re attracted to Taehyung, of course you are.  Who wouldn’t be? It’s purely a sexual attraction with Taehyung, though, nothing more, and you get the feeling it’s the same for him.  He’s always regarding you with a certain hungry curiosity, but he’s never gone out of his way to spend extra time with you or get to know each other on a deeper level.  No, Taehyung just wants to jump your bones, and honestly… you’re more than ok with that.  

Slowly, a shy smile forms on your face as you push back into Taehyung, and when you do his tongue darts out to moisten his lips, an eager, excited look in his eyes.

“Do you really need to ask, Tae?” you say huskily, looking up at him from under your lashes, “Doesn’t what you felt earlier answer that question for me?”  He glances down to where your hips meet, still tonguing the corner of his mouth with his lips parted, his breathing starting to get harder with each passing second.  

“Maybe…” He hesitates, licking his lip and shifting his hips again, “Maybe I should have another feel, just to make sure...”  You giggle softly, amused the feeble excuse that precedes his hand finding its way under your skirt again, inevitably drawn back towards the warm, wet heat he knows is lingering there.  You let his fingers trail higher with bated breath, loving the way Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels that slick arousal at the apex of your thighs.  “God, Jagi, you’re so warm right here…”  Taehyung trails off, his eyes closing, lips parting and head tilting to the side as he takes those first few slow exploratory touches of your core.  You let him have that, smiling to yourself at the look of bliss on his face when he lets a finger tip slip inside.  

You've no idea what's come over you.  The girl you were a couple of months ago never would have dreamed of acting this way; of giving herself over so freely to whoever desires her and acting so brazenly.  You love it, though, addicted to the rush you get on seeing that look of their faces, that look that you know is them being torn between wanting to fuck you senseless or eat you alive.  

You know Taehyung is going to lose his mind soon, that one finger starting to slowly slide in deeper, a second threatening to join it, and it takes all the strength you can muster to take hold of his wrist and pull it back, smiling teasingly at him.  Really you’re teasing yourself just as much; every nerve ending in your body screaming for release.  

“Nuh-uh,”  you coo softly, revelling in the look of confusion in his eyes when they open.   You lift his hand to your open waiting mouth and guide his finger inside, holding him in your gaze as you suck it clean and then drag it out again past your lips and teeth.  Taehyung’s entranced, staring at your mouth as his hangs open, licking his lips when you lick yours.  “You’ve got to ask for Jimin’s permission, first.”  

“His permission?” he repeats uncertainly, his eyes travelling back up to yours.  

“Mmhm,” you confirm with a nod, pushing your hips into his for the sheer hell of it and biting your smirking lip when it makes his breath hitch.  

“You-you should ask him,” he falters, clearly a little nervous at the prospect but still aroused enough to be pawing at your hip, squeezing the flesh there.  

“Why’s that?” you persist, slowly sliding your hands down the front in his shirt and tracing the outline of the lithe muscle hiding underneath.  Taehyung’s skin is ever so slightly darker than the rest of the group, and you can only imagine how good he’d look naked if the feel of his solid chest and generous erection are anything to go by.   Your provocative behaviour is obviously starting to get the better of Taehyung; his body’s practically shaking with want as he rubs himself against your stomach.  

“I’m fun to play with, Jagi, I promise.”  The boy sounds almost like he’s begging, and it stirs something in you that you didn’t know existed.  You’re so used to being dominated by Jimin that to feel like the one in control is a rather pleasurable novelty; one you could get used to.  “I have lots and lots of toys...”

“Toys?” Curiosity gets the better of you, your seductress act slipping as you wonder what little delights Taehyung must have hidden away somewhere and knowing instantly that you want to find out.  He nods, wide-eyed and chewing his bottom lip, adorable yet completely fuckable all at once. “Ok, Tae,” you smile, “I’ll ask if I can come and play.”  

[dcvalentineexchange]

Top Hat - John Constantine x Reader

This Valentine is for the lovely @ibjessjess written by @hey-haylee. This was my first Constantine fic, so I hope you enjoy dear! 

Warnings: None 

Words: 1597

You let out a sigh of relaxation as you shut the large, wooden door of the House of Mystery. Rough didn’t come close to describing the day you had at the lab and you were so ready to spend the evening cuddling up with your mystical occult detective boyfriend.

Dropping your bag and coat into the hall closet and you head for the kitchen to grab a snack. The lunch break you had been looking forward to earlier managed to slip through your fingers thanks to an unexpectedly overloaded schedule.

While heading down the hallway, you finally notice how quiet the house is. “John?” You called out hoping to get a response. A few moments pass and you call out again, receiving silence in reply. You can’t help but feel a little sad that John isn’t here. After all it is your fifth Valentine’s Day together, you don’t really expect any large declarations of love, but you didn’t think that he would skip out on the classic movie marathon that you planned last week on purpose. Standing you up was one thing, but standing up Ginger Rogers was crime in and of itself. 

Once you reach the kitchen the small frown that was gracing your face turns up into a smile. Sitting on the counter is a large crystal vase with a bouquet of oriental lilies and white carnations that was definitely bigger than the microwave adjacent to it.

After turning your attention from the large mixed bouquet, you catch sight of a small card leaning against the vase. You pick it up and turn it over in your hand to read.

                     Y/N,

          I know this is bloody rotten luck, but there’s been an emergency with The League.                             From the description, it doesn’t sound like it should take very long. I PROMISE that I                        WILL be back in time to spend what should be a fantastic evening with you, some egg                       rolls, and Ms. Rogers and Mr. Astaire. If anything goes bugger all, I’ll let you know.

                                With Love,

                                                  John

Feeling a little less sad than you were five minutes ago, with the promise that John would indeed get back soon you set out to make a snack to tide you over until John got home.

With all the accoutrements of your snack laid out on the counter, you set to work. Once you have a large scone in the toaster oven to warm through, you fill a large kettle with water and move it to the stove top. You plop your Earl Grey tea bag into one of John’s Liverpool F.C. mugs and sit tight.

The water comes to a boil with an airy whistle coming from the kettle. You poor the water into the well-worn mug and set a timer. Just after the toaster oven lets you know that the scone is sufficiently warmed through.

You place it on the plate and split it in two, dolloping a bit of cream and jam onto each side. After you’ve set everything back in the fridge and grabbed the milk the timer goes off. You fish out the bag with a spoon and chuck it into the trash. All it takes is a splash of the cool liquid to make it perfect for your tastes.

Grabbing the plate laden with your scone and the mug, you head for the library. You perch you plate on the coffee table closest to the fire and head up a ladder to retrieve a book. Nothing really tickles your fancy, but you pull a book on prominent witches in Europe just for shits and giggles.

After you finish your snack you settle down on the couch and begin to read. After about a chapter or so of such riveting material you can feel your eyes beginning to droop.

A nap isn’t such a bad idea, you think, so you set the book on your chest and sink further into the couch.

…

You think something is touching your face. You’re still in that lovely sleepy state where you could easily slip back into a pleasant dream.

You think you’re almost back to that amazing place, when you definitely feel a tap on your forehead.

“Y/N. Love, wake up.”

Tap. Tap

“Oy, If you don’t wake up I’ll eat all of the Sweet and Sour Chicken myself.”

Tap. Tap.

You flail your hands above your head in a wild swinging motion.

“Alright, alright I’m up. Stop poking me please.”

Your arms stretch out above your head, and you hear a few joints crack. The room is definitely much darker than when you fell asleep.

“What time is it?” you ask with a yawn.

John looks back at you with a sheepish grin and a scratch of his neck.

“Just about 4:30 I believe.”

You stare up at him in surprise.

“4:30….in the morning?”

“Uh, yeah.”

All it takes is a second of contemplation before you continue.

“You are so lucky that I’m starving.”

Standing up from the couch, you grab his hand and start walking toward the kitchen. You stop short when you don’t see any food on the table.

“John?”

“Eating at the table is so boring.” He pulls you out the side door. Once you both are outside he turns to you and begins to mutter an incantation. You both begin to rise from the ground. When you are up high enough to be even with the roof you see a blanket stretch out with the take away containers spread out all around.

John gently lowers you onto the roof and you move to take a seat. He lands with a thud right beside you, holding out a pair of chopsticks.

You grab them and a container of Mu Shu Pork while John goes for the chicken.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve been up here,” you say easily grabbing a piece of meat. “I forgot how calming it is to just look out at everything.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to relax after the bloody mess that was that last mission with The League.”

“You wanna tell me about it?”

“Only if you’re truly interested.”

You make a motion with your arm urging him to continue, and he jumps into the tale. Every so often you would swap containers, each of you getting an even mixture of the meal.

Well after you both have finished the food you can tell John’s story is wrapping up.

“And that’s when Swamp Thing deflected the blow, but sent Batman flying through the air landing ass first in a pile of primordial ooze. He was covered in it. I almost missed my opportunity to swoop in and save the day cause I was laughin’ so hard, love. Thought I was goin’ to piss myself. It was great,” he said with a chuckle.

You smile and lean your head on his shoulder, staring out at the beginnings of the sunrise.

“Sounds like you have a marvelous time. I’m glad you came back unscathed though.”

He tilted his head to give you a small peck on the forehead.

“I’ll always come back to you, love. I was meant to be the thorn in your side.”

Both of you laugh at the comment, and settle into a comfortable silence.

You are well on your way to getting lost in the pink and orange hues that begin to mix with the inky black of the twilight sky, when John clears his throat. Slowly you turn back to face him and raise your eyebrow in silent question.

“I know this has probably been a pretty rotten Valentine’s Day for you, love. What with me gallivanting all over the place with The League and showing up well after the day was actually over. I want to apologize for that.  Truly I do, but sitting out here with you and this Chinese takeaway has been pretty damn great. And I know we’ve done this exact same thing dozens of times before, but it’s one of my favorite things to do. Just to sit back and relax with you.

“I have come to realize that I love you so much, and I want to spend as many more nights as I am able up here on this roof staring out at the sunrise with you at my side. I’m rambling a bit, but I guess what I am trying and failing to spit out is, Y/N would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

John snaps his fingers and a small black box appears in his hand. Nestled inside is a beautiful engagement ring, a simple black opal surrounded by tiny sapphires and set in silver.      

You can’t help but gasp as your eyes land on the ring. “Yes, John yes! I would love to marry you!”  A giggle escapes from you as you see a huge grin spread across John’s face.

“That’s bloody fantastic!” He takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto your finger. After a second of holding your hand he leans in for a kiss. One that is so sweet and loving you don’t really know what to do with yourself other than smile into it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love. I hope you had a great day.”

“John, I don’t think anything could top what happened today. I love you so much.”

You lean in peck his cheek and lay your head on his shoulder. You can’t help but think how amazing it will be to spend the rest of your life with wonderful man.

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I'm gonna make a PSA about something that happened between me and my SO. It applies to all of your interpersonal relationships, but especially make sure you remember it dealing with your SOs!

If you hurt them, APOLOGIZE. Even if you didn't *do* anything wrong. Or if you did, but weren't in *complete* control of yourself at the time. Even if you don't feel responsible for what happened. At least acknowledge how what you did made them feel.

In my case, I'm hypoglycemic. We were on a four hour car ride and i didn't pack sufficiently to snack appropriately. My blood sugar got low - and i got pissy. I can't change being hypoglycemic, but i could have thought ahead and packed better. I didn't call him names or insult him, but i did get very short with him. I was obviously upset with him when i had no even-half-way-decent reason to be. And it obviously upset him. He knew i was mad at him, but he hadn't done anything wrong. When i got food and calmed down, i apologized profusely.

And that's just it. Apologize for what you did do. I didn't apologize for being hypoglycemic. I apologized for upseting him and for being angry with him over nothing.

If you drink too much and say something hurtful or even physically damage someone or their property? Apologize for what you did. If you were legally able to do so, and no one there had said they would rather if you didn't, you don't need to apologize for drinking. But you could apologize for not limiting yourself more responsibly and for whatever hurtful actions you did because of that mistake.

That's the whole point. You don't have to apologize for things that you didn't do. But if you *did* do something hurtful, APOLOGIZE. It goes a long way. And little wounds on the people you are close to build up to deeper hurts. So if you catch your mistakes and you own up to them and you make an effort to fix what caused it, you can help those little wounds heal up without leaving a scar.

Treat the people you are close to kindly and recognize if and when you hurt them.

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Criminal Minds s03e03 Scared to Death review - or more aptly named, the episode that began by scaring me shitless and then ended up making me laugh and enjoy it so much that I forgot my fear.

Episode 03 – Scared to Death

Hey guys! So I’m not really sure how to proceed, because I’m super sad over losing Mandy Patinkin and him not being in this show any more is seriously going to depress the fuck out of me. I don’t like it.

Also, this episode’s name isn’t good. I’m not a fan of horror movies, okay? I get scared from things that disgust me, like blood, insects, roaches, etc. … and also when people decide to jump on me unexpectedly, I get scared, and I punch them in the nose. So basically, I’m a scardy cat with a witty mind.

I just hope they don’t scare the living shit out of me or any of my babies in this one.

Let’s see what happens.

Oh shit! Oh my fucking shit! You fucking assholes! That woman’s face just appeared when I leant closer to watch the screen. YOU ASSHOLES! I jumped in my chair like crazy. Oh god. This is gonna be scary.

Oh god.

Okay, moving on.

Why is this dick not letting her out? She’s scared shitless! Come on! She can’t breathe! Let her out!

Why are you so methodical and asshole-like? You can actually hear her dying. Fuck.

It’s actually a study case for him? Oh my god, this unsub is one sick fucker.

Oh my brooding poodle, you are gorgeous.

Also, their whole process of losing Gideon is breaking my heart. I mean, ugh, he left everything  except the photos he had of the people he saved.

Oh god, Morgan’s face of ‘this is bullshit, I can’t believe he left us like this’ is downright breaking my heart.

Oh god, they’re replacing him so fast? Strauss, you heartless bitch.

Morgan’s like, you gonna address the elephant who’s not in the room anymore, Hotch?

So the freak is in Oregon? Oh god.

I really don’t like how they just move on, but I guess business is business, and this TV show thing is really  just a business at the end of the day. Sigh.

DANCING SHEMAR EYEBROWS TIME!

Four victims, only one was reported missing? Damn.

Derek’s horrified face is amazing. I’m horrified now.

Lao Tzu: “He who controls others may be powerful but he who has mastered himself is mightier still.” Well, that was cryptic.

“Hey. You. Uh, down here.” “I knew that.” “Good thing you’re handsome, doctor.”

Oh how I missed Garcia. I just hope we have more of her this episode. It looks intense.

Wait. They’re working with the Portland FBI? Awesome!

Hahaha, Reid, Morgan and Hotchner are going to the girl’s apartment but elevator can fit only Morgan and Reid. Two hot guys in an elevator. Oh boy. Filthy mind here.

Did that elevator just break down?

Well, it does look like it’s from the 1800’s.

Morgan jumping in the fragile elevator. Reid: “Don’t do that.”

Did Reid just say ‘chill out’? I love this show so much!

Oh my god, Derek! You little shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why are you trying to get Reid scared?

Oh my god, I just laughed way to o hard for this to be really funny.

Oh my god.

“I’m not scared. I don’t want to be in the same elevator with you, to be honest.”

Oh my god.

And then bam – they drop.

And Shemar is so gorgeous.

Okay, I know this shouldn’t be funny, because I was stuck in an elevator, but I know this is a TV show and I know it’s not real, so it’s kind of hilarious to me how good at acting those two are and how scared shitless they are right now and I love it.

Reid gasping in a super-high voice ‘Hotch!’ oh my poodle is amazing.

Then Morgan trying to yell out louder. Oh god, I love those two so much.

“Are you guys okay?” “I’ll get back to you on that.” Oh poodle, rest.

Oh god, I needed that reliever. Thank you, guys.

“She wouldn’t use the elevator.” “I don’t blame her.” Oh my god, Derek! I love you, puppy!

Wait. So that unsub is scared of the dark? Wait. Does he kill the victims by forcing them to face their fears and then killing them with the very thing that frightens them? OH SHIT! THAT GUY IS A FUCKING MONSTER!

Oh my god, that dude is going to drown that poor bastard. Shit.

Wait. He’s scared of water? How does he drink? ;) now I’m just being a dick. I know.

My hottie XD

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m obsessed with Shemar Moore. Just so it’s clear.

Warn potential victims? How?

Oh god, he’s making him swim! Shit! And he has him on a hook, and he just let him go, knowing the idiot can’t swim, he’s scared, and he’s just being a dick because his mommy used to bully him? Oh god!

Why is that doggie in a cage? Baby!

You asshole.

He’s married? Oh my goodness fucking gracious.

Wow. You’re being a dick to your wife, seeing her as your mom. Dude. See a shrink.

Why are you being a dick to your daughter? Fuck you, asshole.

Yummy.

Oh my goodness gracious this show is glorious. Now poodle is accusing my puppy of being afraid in the elevator? But you were gasping for Hotch!

I’m with Derek on this one, poodle.

“He left a letter explaining everything. Just like my dad did when he abandoned me and my mom.” Oh boy, that’s one messed up poodle with abandonment issues. Oh poodle.

Did Emily just psychoanalyze my poodle? Cuz that was straight-up Doctor Phil, Prentiss. No, really. I get my poodle has daddy issues and because he abandoned him he erased the memory of his father completely, even though he has an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to erase Papa Smurf from his mind, too, right? RIGHT?

Oh boy. This just messed with my head.

“Snack machine!” “Yeah, I don’t think he’s luring them with pretzels.” Prentiss, don’t make fun of my poodle.

Hey, hottie.

So let me get this straight, he’s offering two hours of therapy for $100 and that’s it? You’re cured of your anxieties? Bull shit. Well, to be honest, it’s fairly true with him, you die, hence you no longer have anxieties. I guess it is true marketing.

Oh god, he’s going to bury this woman alive. Fuck you, you sick, sad, sick man.

I am so in love with those hot eyebrows. No, really, I want to lick them.

“Baby girl, there’s nothing to know. I hit a couple of buttons. It got stuck. That’s it. What do you want?”

“And …?”

“Okay, I freaked out, a little bit.”

“Look here, you little busybody, I know you traced that number for me five minutes ago, so give it up.”

“Ah, yes. Changing the subject.”

Oh my god, Penelope,  you are such an awful gal. I love you, but seriously? Dogging on my puppy like this? You’re kind of a bitch, right now! I meant, right now! I love you, you’re a tech kitten, a goddess, please don’t haunt me and don’t do a mega search on me, kay? I like my privacy just like your sugar shack.

“But, as my brilliant and bespeckled eyes can see, they all lead to dead ends.” You genius girl.

“Way ahead of you, ‘fraidy cat.” Oh, this is glorious.

Wait. Did he put something in her tea? Oh that is so messed up, dude.

Oh god, he’s seriously messed up and I really don’t know what crazy lady would have married him? Poor thing. The woman, yes?

“The creep of the moment award goes to …” I love the lines in this episode.

“One good deed’s not fortifying his karma sufficiently.”

“Yikes! His bank records show a seriously depleted savings account.” He’s keeping up appearances. Damn.

His mom died last year? The mom who humiliated him? Damn. Stressor. Right there.

He’s been using his wife’s family property? Oh damn. That man is sick.

Oh you fucking fuckface.

Wait. He’s backed into a corner and now he wants to jump from a building? Talk about psycho weirdo.

Oh damn, that freak just went kersplat.

“Hotch, this guy wasn’t well in the head.” True dat, baby boy, true dat.

Hotch, don’t let him get into your head. Oh, you mean you think the girls’ still here? Awesome, go find her!

My poodle is shocked. Someone get that body out of there so he can calm down.

Oh thank god, they pulled her out of there. Please tell me Derek isn’t going to give her mouth-to-mouth, I’m going to be so jealous.

Oh good, she can breathe.

Look at that smug little face, happy she could be of service. I love you, goddess.

Eleanor Roosevelt: “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.” Wow, that First Lady was really wise. Why can’t America be great again?

Awww, my puppy wants to sleep! Sleep Derek, you are gorgeous when you’re sleeping. You are gorgeous in any state.

Aw, Hotch is working instead of relaxing? Come on!

Aw, concerned Derek is my favorite, cuz then I can comfort him.

Fuck. Haley left Aaron. I can’t believe that bitch.

 All right, well, big one today. As opposed to last time? I mean, seriously, they’re making me review the shit out of those episodes and I’m not even getting paid for this crap. I’m even paying for the electricity and internet! Fuck you!

So this episode was messed up regarding the unsub and the case, but I was so not focused on that this time. This time I was focused on the fact that Hayley turns out to be a bitch, my baby boy is scared shitless of stuck elevators, Penelope can be a bitch, but I love her for that anyway, and Hotch is one adorable pile of goop. And I want to adopt the poodle.

Overall, this was sporadically interspersed with comedy and it was much needed after those intense episodes we’ve had over the last couple of days, am I right?

LOVED IT.

LOVED IT.

LOVED IT.

Is all I can say. And I want more Penelope and Derek shmultz and goop and romance. PLEASE!!!! It’s all I can do not to beg.

So I’ll see you all next time, I hope we get as much awesomeness as we did with this eone. Only I hop ethe guy doesn’t prey on the victims’ fears, cuz that is just unfair and uncool.

All right, see you next time, love you awesome nerds <3