#freaky food selection

[killc0mmand]

Food items featured at the Namja Town Danganronpa attraction in Ikebukuro, Tokyo. I want to eat them all

[aniesvision]

𝟏𝟎- 𝑸&𝑨

᯽ 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 (𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆), 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒚!𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 (𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕), 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 (𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐), 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒇! 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒊𝒅𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚?? 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔

Tara|Reader|Chris

-Guys, send us a few ideas of what we should do in a video together. -Tara says as she moves her phone so Chris and I can show on screen.

I show the camera my thumbs up and Chris makes a weird face, ending the small video. Tara posts it in her storys, locking her phone and looking at us.

-Do you guys want to go eat something while we wait?

We agree and get into Tara's car. She was driving, obviously, and I went in the backseat as Chris claimed the passenger side. The radio was on, but since there were three yappers in the car the songs were nothing but background. We talked about our youtube experiences and just funny life stuff we went through.

A few minutes later we got our meals and for a mere second, we were all silent, of course, one of us just had to destroy it.

-Should we read what people sent us? I'm curious. -I say, passing through Tara's front door.

We started eating along the way, but the main idea was to get back and eat in her living room while recording a Q&A. The plans changed when Chris began to eat his fries, our meals disappeared quickly, and we were pulled to Tara's room since there was no food to "leave a mess on her floor".

I sat next to Chris on the edge of her bed as she got the camera ready and she passed me her phone to select some questions beforehand.

-Trying spicy snacks, making Chris's makeup, car video... -I read some ideas.

Tara was now turning on the ring light and finding the perfect angle so it'd illuminate all three of us while Chris tried to steal Tara's phone from my hands so he could read some questions as well, but I kept pushing him away with a laugh.

-Buying each other stuff on Target, oh I'd never spend my money on Chris. -I say, his face making me laugh even more.

-What the fuck, I'd buy you nice stuff! -He protests, adjusting his hat.

-Aw, how cute!

I pout dramatically at him, using my free hand to squeeze one of his cheeks. He slaps my hand away and I giggle, turning my attention back to the questions.

-Party time, drinking games... Oh, and there's freaky ones. -I smile widely, seeing Tara turning around slowly to look at me.

-No. -Chris says, before I even said anything else, which only made me want to say more just to see his reaction.

-Y'all should kiss. -I start reading, almost out of air with how bad I was laughing by now.

Tara stands to get her phone back, and I try to read as much as I can before letting her have it.

-Make out, make out, a lot of make outs and oh, threesome!

Tara grabbed her phone back and rolled her eyes, just going back to the camera to make sure it all looked okay, she didn't even care since we made dirty jokes all the time, but Chris was blushing hard. We all kind of were, but for different reasons, Tara for being annoyed, Chris for being embarrassed and me for laughing too hard.

-You're scaring the poor guy away! -Tara jokes, pointing at how red Chris's cheeks looked.

-Oh, shut up. -He replies, taking off his hat to lie down on her bed and rub his face with his hands.

-Sorry, sorry. -I apologize while giggling, running a hand through my hair. -All good ideas tho. -I shrug, putting my weight on my palms behind my body.

-Yeah? The threesome as well? -Tara teased, taking a seat on a desk chair she had in her room.

-I mean, I'm not against it. -I smirk, winking playfully at her.

-WHAT? -Chris practically yells from his spot, looking at me like I was insane.

Both me and Tara could only laugh, it was too funny to mess with him, although I wasn't exactly lying, I mean, I have really hot friends.

-I think I'd do it too, just for fun. -Tara includes, deciding to retouch her makeup before we start the video.

-Y'all insane. -He shakes his head, sitting upright again and leaving his hat by his side, his hand fixing his messy strands.

-You think I'm insane for wanting to suck you off and eat her out? -I bite my lip to hide the amused smile wanting to grow on my lips as I look at him with a faux confused expression.

His eyes widen and I hear Tara's surprised gasp in the small distance. He seems to be lost in his own mind, stuttering before giving me a solid response.

-I–I mean, no, yes? Fuck, dude, I don't fucking know.

I chuckle at him, cupping his cheeks and noticing how nervous he is just by his eyes.

-Don't worry, I'm as innocent as they come, I won't go down on you.

He rolls his eyes, gently pushing my hands away with a shy smirk.

-Why not? -Tara asks from her seat, turning around to look at us with a makeup brush in her hand.

-What? -I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

-Why don't you go down on him? -She continues, crossing her legs. -I mean, would you let her do it? -Her eyes move to his.

He laughs through his nose, covering his face with his hands.

-What are you talking about? -His voice is muffled.

-Just answer it, yes or no? -Tara insisted one more time, her tone was the same as normal, like she wasn't just asking something so personal like that.

-I mean, yes, but... -He begins to answer, but it is enough for Tara to speak up.

-Great, so let her do it. -She sets the makeup brush on her vanity, crossing her arms over her chest.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement. To hear him saying he'd let me suck him off was thrilling somehow. I'd do it in a heartbeat, of course, not just because he's incredibly handsome, but because he's my friend, and with that I know he's also an incredible guy, so it makes things easier. The way Tara was trying to make it happen too was a turn on for me, the way she said it like it was no big deal, her calm tone, her fucking face, it was hard not to get turned on to be honest.

Chris looked at me like a lost puppy, he didn't know what to do and it was cute to see him so shy when he's normally so outgoing.

-It's alright, only if you want to, but there's no pressure, I promise.

He sighs, propping himself on his palms and looking up at Tara's ceiling, thinking about what to say.

-Do you want to? -I ask, in a lower voice, as if to not interrupt his thoughts.

He closes his eyes and nods his head slowly, but doesn't even move.

-In front of Tara? I mean... -He asks, unsure.

-I don't mind, in fact, I'd love to watch it.

I bite my lips, giving Chris a look before falling to my knees and positioning myself in between his legs. I look up at him, placing my hands on his thighs.

-It's completely okay if you don't want to, just say it and I'll stop. -I make sure, not wanting him to feel pressured at all.

One of his hands goes to unbutton his jeans and the other holds my hair.

-Just shut up. -He whispers, sliding his jeans to the middle of his thighs.

I look at the bulge in his boxers, moving my hands to help him take it out. I wasn't expecting him to be so hard, due to how shy he was, but I guess all of that talk turned him on as well. His cock was veiny and light pink, the tip dripping precum, the sight was making my mouth water.

I waste no time wrapping my hand around it, the gasp that left his mouth being enough to make me smile and lick his length, feeling the salty taste on my tongue. I swirl it around his tip, sucking it lightly before taking all I could in my mouth and stroking the rest with my hand.

-Holy fuck. -He groans, using both of his hands to fix my hair and hold it properly.

I used my free hand to scratch his thigh, trying to keep my eyes on his and focus on what I was doing. I arch my eyebrows when I feel it hitting my throat, hearing him hiss and push my hair down to stay still. He throws his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as occasional sounds leave his lips, encouraging me to keep going.

I had no idea what Tara was doing, but I heard a noise and soon enough she was sitting where I was before, her eyes enjoying the action in front of her.

-Doesn't she look pretty? -She says, smirking down at me.

-So fucking pretty. -Chris replies, also looking at me.

Both of their eyes on me made me feel so small, it was intimidating to me, but in the best way possible. I pull away, my hand still stroking him, as I catch my breath and smile at them with the best pleading eyes I could manage to make. I leave kisses all over his dick, kitty licking his tip before engulfing him again.

-Oh, yeah, just like that.

I could feel him twitching in my mouth, one hand losing its grip and cupping my cheek as the other pushed my head down so he was hitting my throat.

-Keep going and I'm gonna cum down your throat.

I moan against him, just his sentence being enough to make me eager for him. I fasten my pace, using my free hand to play with his balls and stimulate him as much as possible. It seemed to work when I felt him squirming and keeping my head still as stripes of his warm seed traveled down my throat. My eyes look up to see his reaction, his face contorting with pleasure leaving a pool in my panties.

I pull away, catching my breath and staying on my knees. I had no time to even process what happened when Tara decided to speak.

-That was so fucking hot.

I giggle, wiping my mouth and watching as a smile grows on Chris's face.

-Wait, can I kiss you? I kinda want to know what he tastes like.

I bite my lips, standing up and looking between them. Chris nodded his head, not exactly giving me permission to anything, but as a silent check that it was okay to keep whatever this was going, and while he slid his boxers back on I pressed my lips against Tara's.

It wasn't the first time Tara and I kissed, but we never truly kissed, with tongue and all that, just small little kisses every once in a while at parties. It felt completely different, and the tension was growing fast. As soon as her tongue met mine I climbed on top of her, too caught up in the unknown situation.

When I pulled away she curled her fingers on my shirt, pulling it over my head.

-I'm not done. -She teases, pulling me by my sweatpants to kiss her again.

Her fingers began to explore my body, although there was not much on display, so the next thing on her floor was my sweatpants. She changed our positions, but didn't kiss me back, instead she rolled to the side and ignored my confused face.

-Sorry, that's unfair, you should kiss her too. -She points at me.

I move my head to find Chris with my eyes again, he had his boxers back on, but his pants were still down. I bite my lips with a smile watching as he chuckles softly and climbs on top of me, quickly pulling his shirt off by the collar.

-Hey. -He says, propping himself on one forearm and holding my waist.

-Hey. -I giggle, taking a look at him up and down before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

His kiss was so different than Tara's. They both felt urgent, but he was surprisingly calmer than her. His hand doesn't stay long on my waist, my moan when he squeezes my ass cheek makes him slide his tongue in and deepen the kiss like he was hungry.

Chris grinds his hips on mine, making me feel his bulge again, but this time against my clothed wetness. It was making me even needier and he knew that.

-Don't have too much fun together. -Tara speaks, making me giggle again and turn my head to look at her.

Chris takes the time to kiss my neck as I kiss Tara again. Her clothes were on the floor as quick as possible and I couldn't help wanting more.

-Why don't you sit on my face? -I suggest.

She smirks down at me, pecking my lips.

-You can eat me out while Chris fucks you, I think that's fair, do you think it's fair? -She nods at Chris.

-Seems fair to me.

Tara and I both unclasp our bras and while I pull her to straddle my face and raise my arms to play with her boobs, Chris slides my panties down.

-You're so pretty. -I whisper, looking up at Tara as she throws her head back when I pinch her nipples.

I move my hands slowly to Tara's hips, helping her take off her panties and smiling when I see how wet she is. I let my thumbs slide up and down her thighs and pull her down to lick her folds, circling her clit and sucking on it lightly. Her moan is followed by mine when I feel Chris's fingers sliding up and down my wetness.

While Chris's fingers worked on me I tried to focus on Tara as much as I could, lapping her and tasting her, using my thumb to separate her folds and tongue-fuck her. Her moans filled the room and she started to roll her hips against my face, muffling my own moans when I felt Chris's fingers being replaced by his tip.

Chris bends my knees to get closer to me and I use Tara's body as my way to muffle the cries of pleasure when he finally puts in and bottoms out immediately. I was so wet that it made it easy to slide in, and the soft moan that left his lips was a huge turn on as well.

He started to thrust in and out at a steady pace, using his thumb to rub my clit as he fucked me. I swirl my tongue around Tara's pussy, wanting to feel every single spot, to keep hearing her pretty moans, and to keep making her feel good like I was.

-Oh, fuck, your mouth is fucking perfect. -She moans, lowering one of her hands to my hair and pulling me impossibly closer.

-Tastes so good. -I mumble, not even sure if it was hearable.

My moans grow louder against her folds, my tongue drawing shapes on her clit that was making her squirm over me and Chris's thumb combined with his dick was driving me insane.

-Shit, I'm close. -Tara announces, riding my face faster.

I look up at her, watching as she unfolds, releasing my tongue and squeezing my face with her thighs. When she pulls slightly out, I use it as my cue to also say it, the knot in my stomach starting to snap.

-Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming! -I whine, throwing my head back.

Tara rolls to the side, lying next to me to catch her breath, and Chris takes it as an opportunity to lean down and kiss me, thrusting faster and deeper.

I dig my nails into his back when I feel myself climaxing, squirming under Chris and moaning loudly. It only takes him a couple more seconds to pull out and paint my stomach with his seed.

-Holy fuck, that was insane. -Chris says, lying on my other side.

We all catch our breaths in silence and for some reason start laughing.

-We still need to film a video, guys. -Tara says, standing up and grabbing her clothes.

-I'm glad our fans have such great ideas. -I rub my face, sitting upright on the bed.

-By the way, you taste pretty good, Tara. -Chris was already putting on his pants when he said it, in his usual playful tone.

-Well, thank you, you too. -She goes to check her makeup again.

-I agree with both.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[milkman-zahhak]

Shane's overindulgence at the desert festival

(WARNING. KINK CONTENT AHEAD. READ TAGS FOR SPECIFICS. PLEASE JUST IGNORE IF THIS ISNT YOUR THING)

A quick, messy drawing. It took me all day (lightning fast speeds compared to my usual..) but whatever, it's for me and I like it enough. I decided not to stress myself out about the parts I couldn't draw, like the one hand or the feet. Lol.

I also wrote a short shitty fanfic to go along with it. Maybe help the immersion. Idk. Fanfic below the cut. Sorry for the abrupt ending, I don't wanna make it too long.

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As the warm wind blew across the desert horizon, Shane stood proudly amidst the bustling crowd of his fellow villagers at the Desert Festival. His eyes sparkled with delight and determination as he made a beeline for the concessions stands. He turned to the farmer, his husband, and let him know about his plan before his lover inevitably wandered off to go explore those freaky skull caves until midnight, as usual. "Heh, remind me to brush my teeth tonight..." Shane chuckled to himself, "...there's 12 unique soda flavors, and I'm on track to try them all." He bought his drinks and sat at the table right next to the food stand. He took a deep breath and raised the first bottlr to his lips, savoring the sweet, fizzy sensation as the liquid danced across his tongue. It tasted pretty damn good. Truthfully, Shane didn't really have that great of a concept for the amount of food/drink intake that can be considered a "sample", after all, he's not some pompous fancy jerk who samples things on the regular. And soda isn't nearly as bad as alcohol, so if anything, indulging in stuff like this was beneficial to his recovery! (<- what he tells himself) With enthusiasm radiating from his every pore, Shane approached the colorful soda stack in front of him on the table with excitement, each bottle promising a new taste adventure. He eyed the rainbow array of liquids, the anticipation making his mouth water. One by one, he carefully selected each flavor, evaluating the flavors, making sure he gave every drink an equal and fair judgement by making sure to taste the whole thing.

As the day wore on, Shane's sips became slower, more deliberate, as he spent his day at the desert festival in a quiet corner chugging soda instead of participating in the main activities. The small crowd around the food vendors seemed to fade away as the hours passed, everyone either competing in the various challenges and games, or heading home. The annoying chatter of people was replaced by a symphony of fizzes and gulps as he swallowed. About halfway through the soda selection, Shane was starting to feel the effects stack up. Each flavor was unique and tantalizing, from the tangy zest of lemon to the exotic allure of starfruit– some flavors were of foods, which he didnt even know how they managed to make into sodas, but they tasted interesting enough that he didn't really care to dwell on it. The first signs of discomfort (or discomfort that interupted his activities, at least) appeared after the seventh sample, a faint rumbling in his stomach accompanied by a bloated feeling. Shane chuckled nervously, rubbing his distended belly as he continued on his quest. The laughter petered out into silence as he realized just how full he was getting. Years of near-deadly alcoholism had cursed him with a bit of a beer gut, but nothing unusual by any means. Shane's physique was far from his highschool gridball days, his flesh now squishy to the touch, but he was healthy enough, he thought. What is unusual right now is that his usually soft belly is starting to feel kinda.. firm. And more-than-kinda loud.

By the ninth flavor, his once doughy abdomen had inflated like a balloon, straining against his shirt. Bubbles of gas formed from all the carbonation, and started to escape from the confines of his stomach, causing him to emit small, embarrassed burps. Despite the discomfort, Shane remained resolute, determined to taste all twelve flavors. His hand moved mechanically to cover his mouth when he felt the signs of an oncoming burp, muffling the sounds as best he could. The few people around him cast curious glances, but he paid them no mind, his focus entirely on the task at hand. He could already feel the pressure building, the gas fighting for release. "*urp... uurp.. * Oh boy..." he mumbled, eying the last few samples with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Reassuring himself that this is childs-play, it's fucking soda for crying out loud, he's gotta drink something. And this is like the tamest kind of drink besides plain water, right? Shane reached for the tenth flavor - a bright blue concoction that promised a taste of ancient fruit. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of fizziness. As the cool liquid hit his tongue, his stomach rebelled, sending ripples of gas upwards. "*uuurgh*" Shane groaned, his hand flying to his mouth to suppress a much larger belch. *urp.. bhu-uORP* "oof, nnf.." he grunted, before being interupted by a deep, wet, belch.

*bluuuu-UUuurppp* Eyes watering, he forced himself to swallow, the pressure inside him growing exponentially. His cheeks puffed out as he held in a second belch, and he could feel the soda sloshing around in his overfilled stomach. His fellow townsfolk werent anywhere nearby, thankfully. The few people left seemed to all be across the street on the other side, chatting idly amongst themselves. Either due to the late hour or perhaps the sketchyness of street food. He didn't care; he was so close to achieving his goal.

The final two flavors were a blur of sweetness and bubbles. He barely even noticed the flavor anymore. As he brought the bottle to his lips one last time, Shane's stomach lurched violently. He swallowed hard, the sensation of his belly straining against his shorts waa almost unbearable. "*burp* There... *huff* ...we...go..." He managed to choke out between sips, each swallow more difficult than the last. Finally, with a triumphant cry, he downed the final drops and tossed the empty bottle aside and away from his hands, as they instead flew to his stomach, massaging the taut surface as it churned and gurgled. "*uuorlp* Ugh..." He groaned, feeling the full weight of his accomplishment settling heavily in his gut. His stomach was a swollen, gassy mess, but the thrill of victory surged through him, pushing aside the discomfort - at least for a moment. Then, as the reality of his situation set in, Shane couldn't help but wijce with every deep breath. "*hurp* Well, I did it... I sampled every flavor... ugh... All 12! But my poor stomach..." Another burp escaped him, preceeded by a sickly churning in his stomach. He winced at every deep breath he took, rubbing his distended belly tenderly. He couldn't even help it as air was forced up his throat with nowhere else to go inside of his straining stomach. Shane swallowed reflexively after this burp, as if he was afraid of how it would end. It tasted like a sour amalgamation of all the sodas he's drank that day. He grimaced and clutched a handful of fabric from the less-tight parts of his shirt before loosening his grip and resuming the gentle rubbing of his taut belly. "M-my poor stomach... isn't letting me forget the taste of any of them... "*hic-ouurlp* ugh... bleck"

Every shift in movement would cause an audible slosh, The (literal) weight of his soda taste testing was hitting him full force. Anxiety crept into his mind as he realized he has to go home at some point. He has to stand up, get out of this chair, and get on the bus back to stardew valley, and somehow waddle back to the farm. It was getting late. Almost 9pm, and here he is, focusing on his breathing so that he doesn't spew a rainbow waterfall. He takes off his jacket, one he regrets wearing to the desert, leans back and groans. This is going to be a long, long night.

[lunadeathbed]

★ Hi Again ★

Normally Not Normal

The long awaited part 2 of Hi Ren! FINALLY!!!! Sorry that it took so long to actually get it out but I didn't forget about it!

Link to part 1 of Normally Not Normal ↓

RED : Ren's thoughts

PINK : Ren

PURPLE : Moth

BLUE: MC

★ Hi Again ★

You gathered a few blankets and pillows putting them down on your couch. It was currently about 7:30, Ren would be here soon. You decided it was probably a good time to get ready.

Walking into your room you go over to your wardrobe. Browsing youroptions you stumble upon a white “Friday the 13th” shirt you bought a while back after Moth sent you a eBay listing for it. They knew your tastes a little to well and of course you caved in and bought it. You paired the shirt with some black sweat pants and your regular jewelry. Last of all you pulled on a pair of fuzzy black socks, it was still pretty cold in autumn.

You spun around in front of the mirror that lazily leaned against the corner of your bedroom and take a look at yourself. Satisfied with your choices for the night you step away.

As if on cue your doorbell rang just as you walked out of your bedroom. Hurriedly you run to your front door and unlock it.

You come face to face with Ren's chest.

“Hey there Angel.”

Sometimes you forget how tall he is.

You also see the oversized Slasher hoodie he was wearing. It was a black “Halloween” hoodie with Michael Myers plastered on the front, pared with black cargo pants that had silver chains hanging of the belt loops. It was pretty different compared to his usual soft look. It looked nice you thought.

You crane your neck up to look Ren in the eyes blushing a little.

“Hi again, Ren.”

You felt a surge of something pulse through your body at the way Ren looked at you with a soft smile. You couldn't quite describe or put a label on it, but it was definitely a good feeling.

Ren's face grew reder and reder the ponder you looked at him.

So cute...

You realise you've been staring at Ren for at least a minute.

“-ah, sorry,” you look away.

God. He probably thought you were weird. You step away from the door to let him in.

“It's fine Angel, don't worry about it.”

“uh-You look nice.”

Ren started to fiddle with the end of his sleeve, moving to take of his shoes.

“You look nice too…”

At this point both of you were burning red just from the small exchange.

To brake the slightly awkward silence Ren lifts up the plastic shopping bag he held with a slight smile.

“I got you your cup noodles.”

“uh-Thanks, I-I'll take that,” taking the bag gently your fingers slightly brush against Ren's hand…

Their hands are soft...

Ren mumbles a bit breathing heavily at the contact with a blush overcoming his face while he takes his shoes of, although you don't notice.

Once he finishes you walk to the kitchen and put down the bag, Ren following closely behind like the big puppy he was.

Maybe that would be a new nickname for him? Puppy. It sounds fitting because Ren finds the need to follow your every move.

“m’ gonna take this stuff out.”

You start to take things out of the bag and place them on the counter.

“I hope you like what I got you.’’

He had already managed to find where you kept your bowls and place them on the counter. He fiddles a bit as you assess the food options.

Wow…

Looking over the selection Ren had struck gold, he bought all of your favourite snacks. Nearly everything down to a tee.

“How did you know that these were my favourite?” you asked, half jokingly raising one of your eyebrows.

You remembered Ren calling and asking about what he should get but you never actually said all that much just a few things.

“uh-well I saw you had some of these in the kitchen last time I was over and the rest I kinda just uh-guessed, and bought some of the stuff I like.” he tugged to his sleeves more.

Little do you know angel, I followed you around while you were at the shops and I took a peek at your recites...

Ren really had some luck or he was a telepath.

“Really?! You sure you haven't been reading my mind or something?”

Ren laughs softly.

“I wish Angel.”

“I would’ve done a lot more than see what your favourite snacks are,” he mumbles under his breath not realising you noticed.

I would have done a lot of things by now... A lot...

You shiver involuntary.

Not from the cold Autumn air seeping through your thin apartment walls, god.

Stupid landlord.

You need to actually file a lawsuit against that guy.

“Ah-”

Your train of thoughts stumbles as you hear you phone go of.

“ugh-What?” you mumble to yourself.

You pat around your pockets for you phone, you think you see a faint smirk on Ren's face for a second, but as soon as you see it it's gone.

. . .

Your phone goes of again.

“Hold on a sec.”

You finally manage to locate your phone and pull it out to see who was messaging you at such a random hour.

Moth...

Of course.

★★★★★

Heyyyy

Are we watching that new anime you talked about yesterday?

Hi Moth

Not today

Ren's over at my place right now

REN???????

YOU MEAN THE ONE FROM THE LIBRARY!?!?

yes.

that one

Don't stay up too late then, I won't keep you any longer 😉

Moth!

Ok, Ok, I'll leave you alone for now

Let me know how it goes!

★★★★★

You blush profusely at the small comment.

“uh, Sorry about that.”

“it's fine Angel.”

The both of you continue to move snacks from there packaging to bowls.

Ren randomly stopped and just sort of stood behind you.

“Are you ok-”

You're cut off by Ren's arms snake around your waist, he leans his face into your hair.

You smell so good angel... I could hold you like this forever... Truely...

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

“Ren?”

One of Ren's hands travels under your shirt and he traces his fingers against your bare skin.

Your blush furiously at his sudden act of affection.

“R-Ren?”

“hmm?”

“W-we should finish unpacking this stuff.”

Ren pouts a bit but eventually complies.

It was cute.

One you finish Ren helps you bring the food into your living room, after putting down the bowls you plop onto the couch.

“What movie should we start with?”

“How about we start with Friday The 13th? Seemed to be one of your favourites.” He says pointing down at your Friday The 13th shirt.

“Oh, yeah it is one of my favourite movies. We can start with that but we'll watch your favourite next.”

“So I'm assuming Halloween then?”

“Yep.”

You pick up the remote again and open Netflix, you play the movie and get settled in. You wrap yourself in a blanket and pass one over to Ren and he places it over his lap.

Both you and Ren chill for some time and point out your favourite parts of the movie to each other.

You don't notice at first but Ren slowly inches towards you every so often...

At some point Ren gets so close that your thighs are touching and he it trying to pretend to focus on the movie while his face is bright red and his breath hitched.

So close...

You yourself blush a bit.

“Is this ok?”

Ren looks over to you waiting for your confirmation looking a bit flustered. You nod slightly.

One of Ren's hands slowly moves from his lap and rests it on your thighs. Surprised with the sudden confidence you make a small sound and blush harder. You feel Ren draw stars with his thumb on your thigh.

You liked it.

It felt right.

You lean your head against Ren's shoulder and he stiffness a bit before relaxing again and leaning his head on top of yours.

So innocent...

You spend the rest of the night cuddling. Ren's arm around your waist, leaning against eachother.

The later it got the harder it became to keep your eyes open, eventually you let sleep take over and you shut your eyes snuggled closely within Ren's secure embrace. He smiles softly.

“Night Angel.”

The last thing you feel is Ren shuffling around and laying against the couch gently pulling you down with him. Never dose he let go of your waist, he keeps his arm firmly linked around you.

“Sweet dreams~”

Possibly there will be a part three or I'll abandon this but I'm calling the series Normally Not Normal ;)

The shirt I talk about the MC wearing is a genuine eBay listing my friend sent me, that's where I got the idea. Sadly I didn't buy it :(

+ Ren's Halloween hoodie

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[aquaticlime]

DRACULAURA

Daughter of Dracula

"𝕴 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝕬 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙, 𝖘𝖔 𝕴'𝖒 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖚𝖑."

Age: 1900

Freaky flaw: Since I can’t see my reflection in a mirror, I have to leave the house not knowing if my clothes and makeup are just right. Of course, after 1,900 years of practice I’ve gotten pretty good at it.

Favorite food: I’m a vegan. No icky blood for me, so it’s fruits, vegetables and a lot of iron supplements.

Favorite activity: I love smiling, laughing and encouraging my friends.

Killer style: My dad calls me Draculaura, but to my friends I’m Ula D. I love to splash my black outfits with some cheery pink, and I even carry a frilly umbrella so I can take an occasional walk in the sun.

Pet: Count Fabulous is my BFF (Bat Friend Forever). He’s a very proud and proper bat, but I just can’t help but dress him in the cutest little outfits.

Pet peeve: The lack of vegan selections in the Monster High creepateria is so sad.

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[moirasdolly]

Digitally Yours, Moira x Fem!Reader ⊂⊂ ౨・)

Synopsis: You go your whole day with no texts from Moira and you can’t help but let yourself feel let down. She makes it up to you though, after all she promised you a call, so she’ll give you that and more.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Computer Luv (feat. Steve Lacy) - Ravyn Lenae

Chapters: 1 2 3

𐙚 Chapter 3: First Sight

The next two days were absolute hell to say the least. Your shifts at the cafe, which you usually enjoyed, droned on for hours each day you were there. The Friday you were to meet Moira over the phone finally came and the whole day you were so excited you could barely contain it. In your spare time when there were little to no customers you would take small breaks and fantasize about how she was going to look, how her voice would sound. In your mind, Moira was an absolute goddess of a woman and you couldn’t wait to actually talk to her.

A dry spell fell over the cafe and you took it upon yourself to retire to one of the hidden corners of the building. It still overlooked the entire shop, so you could see when anyone approached, but it was quite cozy and perfect for a break. You browsed the pastries in the kitchen before selecting a cherry danish and scooping up the coffee with amaretto creamer that you had been nursing all throughout the day into your hands. You make a beeline to the empty booth before sliding in and sitting back with a sigh. Soft music plays throughout the shop and you nibble on your danish, content with how empty it was in there. However you were not content about Moira failing to message you throughout the day. You checked your phone again to see if she had gotten back to you and you had missed it somehow. A frown grew on your lips when you found your messages just how they had been that morning.

Moira ♡: Good morning my beauty. I trust that you slept well?

Me: The best sleep I’ve ever gotten! I dreamt of you and I going on a little picnic date, and I packed food for us and it was just wonderful.

Me: Maybe we could do that when we meet… I mean if you wanted to of course.

Me: Did you sleep well Moira? Tell me all about your dreams!

Maybe you bringing up wanting to meet was scaring her off. Maybe she had decided that you weren’t worth it. You knew you were jumping to conclusions and being unreasonable, but you had begun to like her so much you couldn’t help thinking of the worst.

The chime of a bell signified a patron walking in and you snapped out of your slump to greet them at the front counter. You mentally cursed her for interrupting your sulking, but you suppose you couldn't be too angry since you were on the clock after all. A tall woman dressed in slacks and a button down sauntered to the register and you were almost starstruck by her presence. She was handsome in her own way with her slicked back hair and heterochromatic eyes. When her eyes met yours she faltered for a moment, but regained composure like nothing had happened. You furrowed your brows in slight confusion, but brushed it off.

“Welcome in! What can I get for you today?” She placed her hands on the counter, pondering her choices before ordering a plain black coffee with sugar and cream on the side. You couldn’t help but glance at those hands of hers while she ordered… Her hands were slightly veiny, her fingers long, and her acrylic nails were long with the exception of her index and middle finger on both sides. Upon that discovery your eyes shot up and you looked everywhere but her eyes. The implications of the way she cut her nails had flustered you to no end. She handed you the money for her drink and as you gave her the change back your hands brushed softly against each other and her lips curled into a slight smirk. It was like she knew something you didn’t, but you couldn’t quite place it, so you gave her an awkward smile before turning your back to her and starting her drink. “It’ll be just a moment…” You trailed off softly.

Moments later you finished her coffee and as you went to call her over you realized you hadn’t gotten her name for her order. “Um…” You considered calling her ma’am but cringed at the formality, “Your coffee is ready… I’m sorry I never got your name.” You slide the coffee over to her and as she grabs it her eyes meet your own before speaking. “It would be Dr. O’Deorain, darling.” She takes a sip of her coffee and mutters a soft, “This is to my liking… Thank you sweetheart.” And with that, she slid a few dollars into the tip jar and disappeared from the cafe.

The whole encounter left you confused, but most of all intrigued. The woman seemed oddly familiar but you just couldn’t place your finger on what it was about her. You shook your head and slapped your hands down onto the counter as you thought about the mysterious woman and decided you couldn’t let anyone but Moira capture your attention.

The rest of your shift went by in a blur and before you knew it you were clocking out and leaving the cafe in the hands of the closers. You waved goodbye at your coworkers and practically ran out of the shop to get to your car. You made it your mission to get home before the sun set, so you still had ample time to get ready for Moira. You were just shy of speeding, but you had plans you were determined to keep. Upon your arrival home, you tossed your bag onto the floor and shuffled into your bedroom.

You had a whole drawer full of lingerie you could have worn for her, but you opted for a little pajama set. You slipped into the shorts with delicate delicate lace details and a tiny rose applique in the center, and the matching top that hugged your curves. You had stuck to simple makeup and hair tonight, but just enough to catch her attention tonight, not that you needed to do anything like that to make her find you attractive.

Just as you were finishing getting ready your phone screen lit up and you snatched it up, hoping it would be Moira. When you saw her name pop up in the notification center your heartbeat quickened and you opened the message almost instantly.

Moira ♡: My sweet darling I do apologize for not answering you today. Work was harsh and I had a measly 15 minutes to myself today. I have read your messages though, and I’d like nothing more than what you have described to me.

Moira ♡: You’re already dreaming about me…my dear it seems as if you’ve started to fall for me? How interesting. You’ll be happy to know I share the same sentiment.

Moira ♡: Are you ready to call? I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

A small smile graces your features and you start typing out a response.

Me: Of course! Let me set up my laptop. I’m really excited to finally see you and hear your voice.

Your heart was racing as you opened up your laptop, the screen illuminating the room. As you waited for it to fully turn on, you opted to turn on a lamp by your desk so Moira would actually be able to see you. The Facetime app was just waiting to be opened, but your hand shook as you guided the cursor to open it up. Nerves racked your body seemingly out of nowhere, there was no reason for you to be so nervous all the sudden, but the thought of Moira not liking what she saw scared you. You took a few shaky breaths before finally calling her. The dial tone rang once… twice… three times… and on the fourth ring she picked up.

A soft gasp escapes your lips and your eyes widen slightly as you see the woman behind all of your chats, behind all of the spoiling she’s done for you. The woman from work earlier had been the same woman of all of your fantasies and you didn’t even know. It almost felt unfair that she didn’t say anything to you at the cafe, but it explains why she reacted oddly when walking in. You didn’t have it in you to be angry at her though when she was sitting there looking at you like that. Lust and adoration swirled around in her eyes as she spoke a simple “Hello.” her lips curling into a small smile.

“You… Why didn’t you say anything to me earlier?” You huff out, your arms crossing across your chest.

She sighed softly, leaning forward closer to the camera. Her slicked back hair that was graying ever so slightly, those heterochromatic eyes, and her voice that was laced with a slight accent was making it hard to focus on what she was saying when she spoke, but I listened to her explanation regardless.

“My dear, I didn’t know that was your place of employment… And when I laid eyes on you I’ll admit, I panicked.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours for any signs of anger. When she doesn’t see any she continues, “You looked so adorable all I could do was admire you, and I knew how important this call was to you so I didn’t want to ruin it for you, my little bunny.”

You can’t help but giggle at the pet name she had given you. “I think I would have much rather known who you were at the moment, but it’s okay. We are talking right now and that’s all I could ever ask for.” Your voice was so sincere it almost made Moira tear up. She had never met a woman like you, and as much as she would like to downplay it she most definitely only has eyes for you.

“Well then darling, do you like what you see?” Moira jests to tease you. She remembers how you looked at you earlier that day, like you wanted her to fuck you over the counter right then an there. She remembers the way your eyes darted down to her hands before looking anywhere but back down to them, thinking about how they would feel splitting you open.

You liked what you saw, hell you loved what you saw. You leaned forward, your hair falling over your shoulder as you met her eyes through the screen. “Of course I like what I see, I just wish I was seeing you in real life.” So you could come over and show me how much you want me. You left that part out though, you didn’t want to seem too needy on the first call.

“I could make that arrangement happen soon, mo stór. Just say the words my beautiful girl and I will be by your side.” Truth be told, Moira was just as impatient as you. She wanted to hold you tight, pamper you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and hear your sweet honey-like moans all night long. Those long fingers of hers were just begging to tease your entrance, make you feel like you needed her to survive. She cleared her throat and snapped out of the daze you had her in. “Bunny,” She trailed off quietly, “I feel terrible I can’t be there right this second to give your sweet, angelic face a thousand kisses.”

That same pet name she had called you earlier came up once more and it made your heart race. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why it made you feel that way, but your cheeks heated up a bright pink and your legs squeezed together tightly. You felt a very familiar beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach. This didn’t escape Moira’s eyes, oh no. She instantly caught on and used it to her advantage. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other and clasped her hands together. Her face remained calm, but the slight twitch of her lips gave away her nonchalant demeanor. “Oh? It appears I’ve hit a sweet spot with you?” She coos softly.

Your eyes wander your room as you try to think of an excuse for your obvious reaction. Your mind drew a blank and all you could do was shrug and mumble a small, “What are you talking about?” You tilted your head to the side and peered at her with your doe eyes, and that might have worked with your sleazy audience when you cammed, but it didn’t work on Moira the way you hoped it would. She didn’t drop it, in fact she pressed it further. “Oh so you do not like it when I call you my bunny? Mo stór, darling, baby…? I suppose I’ll stop then.” She said with a small gesture of her hands.

“No!” You blurted out before slapping your hand over your mouth. Way to not seem needy. You fell back onto your bed and buried your face into your soft pillows in embarrassment as Moira’s husky laughter filled the room. Her laughter was another thing that sent heat straight in between your thighs. When you rose off your bed once more to greet her stupidly beautiful face the air of the room had changed. Your hair was disheveled, your lip gloss slightly smudged, and your cheeks red from burying your face into your pillows. Moira couldn’t help but imagine that this is what you’d look like after she was done with you, and that's when an idea popped into her dirty mind.

“I can call you any name you want, but I want you to earn it, sweetheart.” She leans forward once more, her legs slightly spread with her arms resting on the arms of the chair she was situated in. “I want you to touch yourself for me, but I’d like to guide you… Make you feel like it’s my hands doing it for you. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Please…” You whisper softly. You would never decline an offer like that from Moira. You scoot back on the bed making sure your whole body was on display for her to see.

“Spread your legs for me.” And your legs fall open slowly. She eyes the dark spot on your pale pink shorts and laughs quietly. “Look at you, already wet for me and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Can I?” You gesture to your shorts, asking if you could take them off and she nods. Your fingertips find the hem of your bottoms and you lift your hips up before sliding them down your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor for you to find later.

“So pretty, darling. Did you wear those for me?” She gestures to your lacy panties. Everything about you was so doll-like she thought to herself. It was endearing, but it also turned her on.

“Of course I did, who else would they before?” A giggle leaves your lips as you tease her.

She huffs out a silent laugh with a small smile, “I suppose that was a silly question wasn’t it? Of course those are for me, my baby only has eyes for me.” She purrs. “As pretty as they are though, why don’t you take those off for me too?”

With no hesitation your panties followed suit of your shorts and now you were completely bare from the bust down. The cool air hit your cunt and you shivered slightly. Apparently nothing you did, no matter how small, escaped Moira’s observant eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in a moment.” She made her intentions subtly known and you wanted to hate how observant she was of you, but truthfully you loved it.

“Moira, please let me touch myself.” You begged softly. You were desperate for her to guide you, to make yourself feel good. You couldn’t wait any longer.

She could make you beg more. Make you so worked up that you couldn’t plunge your fingers into your cunt, until she said so. She could make you work for it, but she had other plans tonight. She wanted to spoil and praise you, make you feel good. Her eyes softened as you whined out and she didn’t have it in her to tease you, “Go ahead, sweet girl. Use one finger first.”

You slither your hand down between your thighs and you teased your clit with your fingers, feeling how wet you were before sliding your middle finger inside of yourself. Your lips parted and you let out a shaky breath. You alternated between circling your clit and softly pumping a finger in and out. Moira’s breath quickened as she admired how cute you looked imagining her teasing you with her fingers.

“A-ah!” You whimper out on a particularly harsh thrust and Moira figured it was time to add another finger.

“One more. I know you can do it for me.” Her voice was sweet as honey as she gave you instructions and you let your eyes flutter shut before sliding another finger deep inside yourself.

You listened to her husky voice praise you for being such a good girl for her. “You take me so well don’t you?” It was almost as if she was right there with you, doing it to you herself.

Whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips as you were filled up. Lewd squelching noises bounced off the walls as your fingers played with your cunt and you sped up slightly with Moira’s permission of course. Your eyes were still squeezed shut when you heard a quiet groan from the woman on camera and your eyes opened ever so slightly. You stared at her through half-lidded eyes and you realized she was touching herself as well. Her hand was buried in her slacks and it was clear she was getting off to you. Knowing she was receiving as much pleasure from this as you made you feel giddy inside. Your fingers sped up and your back arched off the bed. You brought a hand up to your chest and slid a hand under your top. You played with your nipples softly and another pathetic moan slipped out of your mouth.

“Get rid of that too-” She was cut off by one of her own moans as she referred to the top that was covering your chest.

With one hand you removed your pajama shirt the best you could and your breasts sprang free from their confines. Your nipples perked up once the cool air hit them and they were infinitely more sensitive than before. The combination of all the pleasures consuming you made that familiar heat in your stomach pool up once more. You were so close, you could feel it. You bucked your hips slightly and you squeezed your thighs together as you came. You let your thighs fall open as you let your fingers softly rub your clit to ride out your high. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slightly uneven. Moira choked on a moan as she came shortly after and you both caught your breath.

“You are such a good girl, mo stór. How are you feeling?” Moira’s voice brought you back into reality and you could do nothing but hum in acknowledgment.

A few moments later you offered a real reply. “Felt so good… I wish it was you though.” You pouted as you brought your laptop closer to you. “My thighs are all sticky.” I crinkle my nose slightly as I feel my arousal drip down my thighs.

“Let me see, sweet girl.” Moira says her eyes sparkling in interest.

“You are so insatiable!” You whine softly, embarrassed that she would ask.

“I’m merely teasing you. You are so easy to work up.” Moira chuckles at your cute little pout. “How about we get cleaned up and ready for bed together? How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.” You beamed at her through the screen.

You both agree that a shower is in order for both of you, so as reluctant as you were to part from her, you both hopped in the shower for a quick cleanse. She ended up finishing first, so while she waited for you to appear on camera once more she had donned her reading glasses and a book from her collection while she waited for you. You were quiet coming into your room and you shot a glance over at your laptop not thinking she would be settled in so quickly. Your eyes softened as you saw her in her pajamas. Her hair was wet and strands fell over her forehead. She looked so soft compared to when she wore her normal attire.

“Hi.” You say and she snaps her head up quickly to greet you. “You look cute, Moira.” Your cheeks heat up for the millionth time that night, and she chuckles.

“Do I now?” She removes her glasses and bookmarks the page she was at for later. “Surely not as cute as you though.” She peers at you as you plop onto your bed, adorned in a large sweater that consumed your soft, plush body.

“Are you tired?” She notices how you had trouble keeping your eyes open and you were beginning to yawn more frequently.

“Mhm, but I want to talk to you still…” You trail off as you yawn once more. Your eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds before you shook your head to wake yourself up. “I don’t want to leave you yet.”

Moira’s heart clenched at how cute you were being. “You don’t have to leave, my silly girl. Let’s keep the call going while we sleep, yeah?” She proposed and you couldn’t be happier. It was almost like you were slumbering in the same bed. The only thing that was missing was her warm body wrapped around your whispering sweet nothings into your ears as the both of you fell asleep.

“I’d like that.” You slipped under your soft blankets and watched her do the same. You angled your laptop to show your face still and as soon as you let your head hit the pillow you knew you couldn’t keep yourself awake. Moira kept talking, but you could only respond with babbles of half-asleep nonsense. With the last bit of energy you had you reached to turn off your bedside lamp. “Goodnight Moira.” You mumble before letting sleep consume you.

Moira laughed quietly as she looked over to her laptop. She couldn’t quite see your face from the darkness, but she could make out how your cheek squished against your pillow and she wishes she could take a picture of this moment and keep it with her forever. You were so cute and she couldn’t contain her adoration for you. She hadn’t met someone she liked so much in her life, but you changed that for her. She reached for that same book she was reading earlier, and after about 15 minutes of trying to read she just couldn’t take her mind off of you.

“Goodnight, mo ghrá.” Even though you were asleep, and you most definitely didn’t know what she said, Moira’s heart raced as she whispered those words to you. She didn’t regret it though, she knew that's how she felt. She let her eyes shut as she listened to your soft breaths, and eventually was lulled into sleep with you.

[raptorfae53]

Twyla Boogeyman character bio/redesign.

Twyla Boogeyman (it/they)

Boogeymonster child of the Boogeyman family. (American)

Agender

You'd never know a quiet, introverted and often dozy middle schooler,most comfortable in a silent library like twyla's biggest desire is to be seen as scary,but being a Boogeymonster it is Twylas main goal in life to be as spooky as possible, regardless of the fact that to them, the nightmares produced by their kinds actions taste really really gross and their plans to scare people silly keep going sideways. All things considered it being inseparable from the equally desperate-for-respect howleen wolf despite their chalk and cheese personalities begins to make a lot more sense…

Likes: reading,plushies, weighted blankets and other ND-friendly sleepwear, quiet environments and having howleen as their best friend.

Dislikes: overstimulating environments (particularly those too overly bright or noisy), uncomfortable textures, being thought of as cute,the taste of nightmares (ew) and early morning starts

Killer style: cosy, layered clothing and soft weighted garments easy to throw on in a pinch ,if twyla could it'd wear a blanket to school but they've yet to convince the faculty of New Salem middle school in favour of that regard.

Familiar: Dustin, a plush "dustbunny" it found while exploring an abandoned house. Feeling bad for the toy,twyla took him home and patched him up,and he's remained a favourite among its collection of similarly scavenged stuffed toys since…

Pet Peeve: Not being seen as scary and instead as “cute” no matter what they try, despite whatever twyla tries most of the recipients of their attempts to go bump in the night find the Boogeymonster adorable instead of terrifying,or twyla ends up being the one who gets scared or overwhelmed at the pressure of the task at hand and needs to be comforted…

Freaky Flaw: Overthinking. Whereas howleen looks before she leaps most times,twyla is a meticulous planner whose attempts to figure out their fear take hours, several corkboards worth of notes and ,it's only putting these schemes into practice where things go wrong and twylas thoughts regarding the whole matter congeal into a mass of anxiety and emotional overstimulation, often unfortunately resulting in a meltdown.

Spooky Secret: Boogeymonsters favourite food is dreams, particularly nightmares. But twyla prefers nice dreams over them, as to them nightmares have a bitter taste and uncomfortable texture. Wanting to be accepted as an upstanding young boogeymonster has lead to twyla stomaching this for a while however,though one day they wish they could voice their displeasure…

Dream job: Compared to howleens many changing desires and ambitions for a career, twyla doesn't much care for what they'd do for work. Regardless of career, finding their particular fear (ie,a per-Boogeymonster speciality in what is used to scare people,whose emergence is treated as a sign of coming of age) is more important than anything right now, being a young teen who wants to be seen as more independant and grown up by her peers.

Five Fearsome facts:

An avid bookworm, twyla's never without a book or three on it's person, and when not in class is usually found in the library, with horror, mystery and fantasy genres being among it's favourites.

Beings of living shadow and thought, Boogeymonsters can travel through both with reasonable ease. Twyla is still getting the hang of it, and as of late has developed an unfortunate habit of falling asleep in class (early morning starts never did sit well with them) and drifting into other students daydreams,usually to their confusion.

Twyla is Autistic and owns a bevy of stim toys and noise cancelling headphones to be environments become too personally overstimulating. If not asleep in class, they're usually playing with one of these stim toys. (And so is Howleen for a matter of fact…)

Twyla is also selectively mute, sometimes going days without talking,communicating if need be through texts or notes,although Howleen says enough for the both of them most of the time, including when some sorts have a problem with twyla's way of communication…

Twyla spends a lot of their time outside of school at the Wolf family house,initially turning up to try to spook the wolf kids but being overwhelmed by the wild and rambunctious environment,although the wolf's have accomodated it's needs since during visits/sleepovers, in turn howleen sometimes stays over at the Boogeymans place, although sometimes it gets a bit too unnervingly quiet for her tastes…

Back with another profile, this time for twyla, and the first of the monster characters I've rewritten to not actually be at monster high,not yet anyway.

Twyla is in their last year of middle school when frankie,clawdeen and the rest start their first year of highschool, and they're not the only one. See I thought to better pace the story I wanted to tell with these characters (and I will eventually tell it...) I decided to stagger out character introductions so various characters join monster high in different years, and many who aren't intending on boarding at monster high living in New Salem with their family and attending a mixed human-monster middle school in the town, this includes twyla,howleen and manny.

Anyways, don't have much else to say about twyla tbh. Regardless hope you enjoyed the profile and see you next Thursday for the following one...

[mossmutant]

Regal Rabies character line up 2023

Here they are! The most regal and deadly band in the entire universe!

Reintroducing my group of villains, Regal Rabies! They’ve come to enslave you! And if it’s your time to die, your soul will be taken by the Dustbite! As an order from the Gods of Rhye.

🦴 Dr. Count Orion Bitenroc, Jawlly Roger, Mercury Mangy, and The Dustbite (AKA Freaky) 🦴

Regal Rabies are a group of monsters from the barbaric planet Rhye, They are the self crowned kings of their home planet. Once Regal Rabies come to Earth, they are stuck in the middle of nowhere and form a heavy metal/hard rock band after acknowledging their musical talents. After being incredibly disturbed with humanity, their goal on Earth is to enslave and destroy the human race, then take them back to Rhye as their minions and food source.

The story starts when Dustbite is selected by the gods to become the new grim reaper after Plague (The current reaper) has abused his power. Before he gets the position, the gods test him by making him simulate mortal life, his mission is to take the souls of those they request to prove he is truly worthy. This leads Dustbite to meeting Regal Rabies and makes a deal with them, if they help him complete his tasks, he will help them obtain domination on Rhye, and thus begins a series of crazy adventures.

It is a comedy horror/fantasy/sci-fi story that I hope to make into a comic soon along with other art projects for it.

Regal Rabies is my personal passion project that I’ve been working on for a good few years, it is heavily inspired by the music of the rock band Queen. It is my own take on the music and stories from the band.

[jennhoney]

I do my cycling videos in 20 minute increments because there is no reason to get all freaky about stupid exercise. I can’t even imagine if I’d tried for an hour in the beginning. I would have slipped into a coma for a week. Just the 20 minutes was requiring a 3 hour nap afterwards. Anyway, for now the 20 minutes feels right and some days it’s still a struggle. On days like today where I feel pretty good I follow along with the trainer’s speed and resistance pace. So today we had an “all out” and I went for it a bit more than I normally do because I could tell it was almost over but then it kept going and I was like, “man I’m more worn out than I thought. This feels like 20 minutes but the way the trainer is talking we must have at least 10 minutes left…I really want to stop.” And my food alarm went off and I was sure I had enough time to do a 20 minute video before lunch. So I stopped telling myself it was fine to not be able to do 20 minutes today. And I saw that I had accidentally selected a 45 minute video instead. Anyway, gonna go take a 4 hour nap.

[moonstruckbirdie]

OK SO first of all, I know I have been like super duper late in reblogging these AMAZING WORKS, DESPITE DEVOURING THEM IN THEIR ENTIRETY ATLEAST TWICE

P.S- This gif seemed the most sincere among the selection lot. @wildestdreamsblog

Coming back to my apology, I was going oh I will read this, and then reblog, and then when I read, legit couldn't contain my excitement, like AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, so I couldn't do it justice with a simple reblog, a paragraph had to be written, and I procrastinated, clearly A HELL LOT.

so the post on your blog about disappointing engagement on the app was just the wake up call I needed, I was like hell no I am contributing to this.

so here we are

TO BEGIN WITH, why are you such a brilliant writer, your stuff, and my favourite food, and some kdramas on my watchlist that I actually get into are the three top amazing, entertaining things in life, ok songs too, but you get it

So lets begin, first of all, why are these seven so fucking relentless, like guys, space please, and Seokjin no, jumping two feet away ain't the space I want, I half-expected, him or sassy Yoongi to go, oh you need space, lets buy you an astronaut suit, but i digress, I should start from the beginning, see this is what happens when the writer is super brilliant, your thoughts are just all over the place.

First of all Seokjin drank from the tumbler knowing full well it probably wasn't his, he is man of high taste, so dude should have known it wasn't his, quite sus if you ask me. then he gave it to the others toooooo,

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Sir, you are suspicious AF. and then they all drank too, without questions, no sarcastic remarks, no eyebrow raises, no quips, noleg pulling from JK, sus sus and more sus

And then to top it off, these 7 dumbasses, ok hella hot dumbasses, but OH WELL, start laying so THICK, that I myself was like, should I enjoy this vicariously or be concerned, but then I was like, fuck it lets enjoy. First bus, then cafe, then cabin, then cafeteria, then lift, then her freaking home, and you dare wonder why we asked for space, ALSO not to forget she is in their TURF now, see I relate coz, if in some freaky shit happens, space-time continuum fortunately works in my favour and find guys like these or them obsessed with me.

My first thought would be hmmmm, ok so this is happening, when are we leaving, despite knowing full well that I need my space, and a lot of it. But yeah the home is comfortable, plus uffffffffff, see I digressed again.

OK coming back, the biggest traitor here is the CAT, how dare youuuuuuuuuuu betray me for material comforts, and treats, you dumbass, I got you from the streets [I hope she adopted], and this is the thanks I get, what about loyalty, familiarity, should have gotten a dog, but not a golden retriever or a husky, coz the former is ball of fluff, and huskies are part cats only , a doberman should have been better.

The nerve, the audacity, the gall of the cat, ok moving on, Taehyung buddy don't be so dramatic, and please hug but keep your arms a bit loose, like I know you don't smell, but suffocation is a thing yeah.

Also, can i just say that the first time I read that elevator scene with Namjoon, I imagined his eyes opening and him caging her so well in my head [like i imagined myself] but I was like hot damn, I need a minute, like un momento por favor, like I kid you not, some smut on AO3 and here on tumblr doesn't have that chokehold power, which that scene had. So naturally, I re-read on the downlow A FREAKING LOT. next the Samsung stocks scene with Yoongi, hilarious.

P.S- I didn't know until 2 years back that Samsung, hyundai and LG are South Korean brands, and its embarrassing coz

a. I am an econ student, I should know this shit

b. we have been using their stuff since I was a wee little baby

c. I also googled after reading it, is it based in reality, and then realised ohhhhhh shit, no wonder he uses a Samsung phone, talk about living under a rock

Moving on, again, Taehyung is literally DEDICATED, dude woke up early morning to empty cars of gas , and all of them. Now I have the mental image, of a very sleep, floofy-haired, grey sweatpants [YES I went there], Taetae going into the garage to empty gas , but what did he use, like a knife slash or diligently loosened the cap thingy on the engine, who knows. [dude I am dumb, I blame my dad for it, he didn't teach me this, but its ok]

Then JK with his bike, let a girl breathe guys, let ME BREATHE,

Also I am still 50-50 to smack the bff, or give her a big hug, and send her a care package.

P.S- I am writing this from my office [I am just an intern] and literally no work today. so yeah

But then when RM confessed he shipped them off to Antarctica, dude may be businessman, and cold and sly and whatever, but he can be dumb AF too, love that. Seriously, you thought, they wont come back, and SO DAMN EXTRA TOO, bro behave like adults, who am I telling, he won't.

Plus, I can't with Tae being whiny and dramatic, don't know whether to pull his cheeks or smack him upside the head. will probably toss a coin.

I love how subtle the glimpses into their dark side is till now, just an eyebrow raise her, jaw clench there, muscle twitch here, and then comes Hoseok, dude scares me at times ngl. Like he gives the vibe of being a really friendly chummy guy as a friend, but the moment you see him in the professional sphere, you realise just why and how he is so successful. Immensely attractive tbh.

So I successfully rambled like 1000 words, wow [ I was curious so I, you know what doesn't matter]

What did I miss, what did I miss- oh yeah, she forgot to ask Yoongi one important thing, am I allowed to sell the Samsung stocks, like no offence, but share market is a finicky thing man, how stable are these stocks, he will probably hate that question i think, also Seokjin is so sweet and so fucking diabolical, man cooked a whole lunch how sweet, but won't give space; pros and cons lol.

Oh haan, she is so right for being concerned that what will people say, coz there might be some vultures and idle prattlers ready to fucking pounce. Also we have established running away is impossible coz

a. NO POINT THESE GUYS CAN, AND WILL FIND ME IN AN HOUR, and as a true crime podcast listener, don't run if you are sure to be found

b. THE TRAITOR OF A CAT WILL PROBABLY STAY WITH THEM, AND I WON'T GIVE UP ON HIM, HE'S A TRAITOR BUT HE'S MINE

By the ways, the scene where JK clutched his unnecessary and non-existent pearls, peak comedy imo.

Before I forget, THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU for this , and sorry for the long ass essay you have to deal with thrice today [coz I am going to comment on the full masterlist of Latibule, right fucking now, wait like 10 minutes.],

Also I forgot, and then remembered again, when they add her to the group chat and were trying to use those cheesy ass pick up lines, I found it so damn funny, especially RM's line. Also when JK asked her birth year, I heard 19xx, and was like, at least I am older than one of them here, he he .

P.S- no more edit, I am done

LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HAVE A GREAT DAY

Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room.  He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

 “Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector. 

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler. 

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

---

If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2 sneakpeak, Part 2

[the-whispers-of-death]

We got the man the myth the legend

Cairo. (aka Jean's mafia boss) he's a selective mute and has his assistant Karina speak for him (Jean has a Lil crush on Karina)

Cairo Ryobi is the most dangerous man in South Detroit and everyone knows not to fuck with him. Even most demons know not to fuck with him. (Note: that does not mean they won't try. Demons and humans are stupid and reckless)

Cairo has a Morningstar flail that he has nicknamed Perla (after his daughter :>)

He names all of his belongings, and he encourages anyone who is under the Ryobi Name to name their belongings as well (Cairo is also old man, he's like 50)

Karina!

Cairo's assistant. She is deathly and gorgeous. Everyone thinks she's a telepath, but in actuality, she's just good at reading people and is very observant.

She's a people person as well, so that probably factors into her "mind reading". She's handles the important jobs that Cairo doesn't trust with anyone else, like finding moles, making sure someone he wants dead is actually dead and babysitting! She likes drinking tea and spending time with Jean when she has a free period or just falling asleep in odd places where no one can find her.

Tex Martinez. (They/them pronouns) Professional sewer, seamster, embroider, tapestry weaver, and tailor! They are very in tune with these specific species of demon spider, and they have formed a sort of symbiotic relationship where they give the spiders shelter and food and protection from humans, and they give them their super rare spider silk so Tex can make all cool stuff they make. (Clothing, Tapestries, Blankets etc) And since the silk and the product are in such high quality, they sell for quite a lot, which means Tex can provide for the spiders more and they can make more silk! (It's the ciiirrrrrcle of liiiifeeeee!) They're so good with the spiders that their kindness and hospitality has reached other spiders, both demon and regular, regardless if they make him silk or provide them anything. He's like a spider safe haven. Ppl have started calling him a spider charmer or a spider king, but he doesn't charm them into working for them, and they don't rule over them either. They're just a good pal to spiders. If Tex ever needs wool for something he goes to his wool dealer

Pan! Pan also has his own little group of weird demon animals! It's sheep. Freaky demon sheep, and they all really like Pan. And hes done almost everything to get them to leave him alone, including suicide and the sheep brought him back to life. People call him the Shepherd of Death because the sheep he herds are extremely deadly. Unlike Tex, he isn't a friend to other sheep because the demon sheep that follows him eat regular sheep. He's gotten used to them by now and has been using their high-quality demon wool to better his life and even gives it to Tex. The sheep also induce a very strong sleepy affect, which is good because Pan used to have insomnia. But not so good because now he's constantly drowsy. He's not in any danger tho. If someone tried to attack him, the sheep would take care of the danger immediately.

Remember when I said I came up with four OCS? I lied there's 5

Aka the demon that won't leave Ané alone

Carako is a very, very old demon and also very experienced.

He's been through a lot back when the indus river valley civilization was a thing he was one of the very few who made it to the human world and caused terror and fear wherever he goes.

He's got this horse. He calls him Yoki. Yoki is also very old and is also a unicorn if a unicorn was evil and caused horrible trauma if you looked in its eyes

His favorite thing about the human world is music! And while he's hunting and terrorizing a young human woman, he's listening to rock bands which is confusing for Ané because she's trying to escape a terrifying demon that is accompanied by "I was made for loving you, baby! You were made for loving me!"

He's been around for so long that he's just mellowed out but still doing demon shit

He also really likes rodents. Specifically naked mole rats. And he's fond of human food too.

-🔮

Your OCs... I can never choose who I like the most. They're just all so interesting and cool in their own unique ways!

[fashionmedschoollife]

I crave this desire for free time where I can do absolutely nothing and sit at home. but it is kind of freaky when I am alone and its so silent that I can just hear the air moving around me.

The new year is coming up so since i have this random free time I might as well make some resolutions.

Eat clean. I am going to try to make food at home more (less eating out)

Work out at least 3-4 times per week

Focus on myself and hopefully find a man/find a partner that makes me happy. I really need to stop taking other peoples opinions in as much. I have learned that the more you do the more people crave and it is never enough. This birthday was a true awakening. I dropped $1000s of dollars on, put love and effort on others bday and no one really cared for mine. which is fine but Ive learned that I need to be selective on what I go to and who/what I put my energy in. Ive already signed up for raj's bday and some of these events are of the past but I am truly burning out. I am not about this insane money spending crazy paced life. I think i'm more about few events here and there that make me happy. Also the fact that if someone cares for me its a mockery. I really need to re-evaluate friendships. It is ok to be alone and you find yourself. You need to find your self and love yourself to love others. I think residency I lived this crazy fast paced life where I didnt have a chance to even think. But no more.

[peacockxprince]

Gaining favor with all four members of the Dark Court would prove beneficial in his goals. He originally thought having a strong connection with Károlos was enough, but that may not be the case. Luckily, charisma was his strong suit and Henri knew how to create rapport with others easily. Whether or not his appeal works on actual gods, he was determined to find out. If Κόρινθος was as every bit as bloodthirsty and savage as the rumors say, the child of the queen realized he needed to step his brutality up a bit to compete. Henri had the right motivation. Now he simply must put it into action.

It was no wonder so many people were punished for gluttony. Over consumption of food and drink damaged the body over time but was a luxury only a select few could afford. Here in Eden, they seem to encourage everyone to partake in a sin or two. Henri was delighted to oblige, especially after being completely void of human hunger for so many years in the Underworld. Sinking his teeth into succulent meat and fatty starches was a delicious treat he took for granted until now. So, finishing his plate in only a matter of minutes hardly came as a surprise. He reclined with a satisfied sigh and set his utensils down. “Believe me when I say I’m typically more proper during dinner. Alas, I’m making up for the last five years I spent in the fields of Asphodel,” Henri explained and wiped his lips clean of any residue left from the meal with a napkin.

He blinked in mild shock as Zai plucked one of his shopping bags. Henri didn’t show any irritation, simply surprise as a few polo shirts, a couple pairs of denim jeans, and colorful underwear landed on the table. “I don’t think we’re the same size, darling,” the shorter blonde teased, grinning in amusement. “If you need to borrow a jockstrap, I could simply take you shopping to the fun store I discovered. Call it my treat for the pleasure of your company.” He moved a leg to defend his other purchases should Zai pull the same trick twice.

The legendary stories of the Olympians didn’t reach every corner of the world, it would seem. He was baffled Zai knew not of the beautiful Aphrodite and the historic bloodshed she caused. Then again, perhaps his divine parentage kept him within the close circles and watchful eyes of the Egyptian gods only. “Nevermind. I simply ask you not to underestimate your opponents,” Henri remarked and allowed the same server to whisk his dishes away. “Even those with baby faces,” he added and shot a wink over in Zai’s direction. Sure, Henri wasn’t the most intimidating compared to the other acolytes. But that fact alone came with its own set of dangers.

Was Henri going to refuse free information about his competition? Absolutely not. He leaned in as Zainub mentioned the name of an acolyte who supposedly showed a penchant for fangs and other freaky shenanigans. So, Ronin’s a bit of a masochist. Duly noted. “I’ll have to say hello at some point. Perhaps he can demonstrate how to properly kiss you without cutting my lips on your teeth.” As a prince in his own right, Henri admitted enjoying a thorough pampering from his lovers as opposed to a rougher treatment. “I had a feeling you were neither. It’s a good thing I’m rather durable.”

For all Zai could say about the Dark Knight, there still wasn't much. The God was a mystery like all the others. It was a good thing he could be patient. Whatever came next from the Dark Court had to be big. The demigod before him seemed to assume his special introduction was some advantage. Zai was content keeping it that way and shot him a cheeky smirk to close the matter.

Food arrived at an ideal interval. Zai wiped both palms together, ridding of any fried foods dust before shoving his hands into jacket pockets. His guise of glowing cheerfulness muted for the moment as he listened and studied the other. While Henri spoke of his supposed envy and ordinary appearance, all of which sounded disingenuous for a man who went to hell for a superiority complex, he wondered what filled those large shopping bags. Perhaps a crown or a monster costume.

Hearing of the other's appreciation for the food did warm the delinquents heart a bit. He went to bed hungry quite often throughout his life. Food wasn't something to take for granted. "Yeah, greatness and destiny... and whatever." Zai set the wholesome thought aside and reached out toward the bags with his tail. His slight of hand served him well and the nearest bag was plucked up by his tails end, brought to his lap, and unceremoniously dumped of it's contents on the table.

"Aw, baby face," Zainab attempted a silly swoon in return. "'far as I'm concerned... we're inseparable now." But Henri was right, he shouldn't have expected generosity from the competition--or a brash criminal with a devilish grin. Zai preoccupied himself by piecing through the bags contents. "Aphro-whatta?" Admittedly, he wasn't schooled in, well, much of anything. Least of all Greek mythos. More a street smarts or a fake it till you make it type.

At the surprising query, Zainab saw an opportunity. To have a bit of fun at another's expense. "You want tips?" He gently smirked, vampire-like fangs evident behind those smooth lips. "Ask the acolyte named Ronin. ... Freaky what a natural he was, but I think you gotta be part-masochist to really enjoy."

He looked at Henri, carefully, and spoke in an intimate, but warning tone. Differing from his obnoxious persona so far. "I'm not generous... or gentle... if that's your thing."

[julietvstheworld]

ok so i read yyour eyeless jack fanfic (loved it btw :)) but i dont understand what the mansion is supposed to be. no hate just genuinely curious! the way you write about it is interesting.

thank you so much for asking! now i have an excuse to talk abouty it.

( slenderman mansion and the proxies ) world building

sfw - general world-building

╰┈➤ mentions of murder, mentions of manipulation, mentions of torture

General Idea

The Slenderman Mansion is run by the titular man himself, typically referred to as ‘the boss’. There are many other, similar mansions (I might talk about those one day) that all follow the same rules.

1. Do what your boss asks.

2. Don’t cause harm to your other proxies.

Proxy is the term that refers to the followers/people who carry out the orders of Slenderman, or in this case, people who carry out the orders of their assigned boss.

On the surface, the mansion is meant to be a place where serial killers are able to live happily in return for some work for the boss. The proxies are provided with food, water, a home, and resources to do whatever freaky shit they want. However, it becomes obvious that the boss has different intentions that are never made clear.

Selection Process & The Contract

Although the different owners of the mansion have different processes for how they chose their proxies, Slenderman typically prefers those that come from harsh backgrounds. He believes that they are more susceptible to manipulation and more willing to help him (with a few exceptions). He then somehow forces the killer into his woods, usually somehow getting the cops to push them into the forest.

He offers them a contract to sign, appearing as a saving grace to them. He promises that you’ll live a long life and you can do whatever you want. Although, it’s best to read the fine print before signing away your soul (figuratively and slightly literally).

The contract is basically all reasonable until the last paragraph. There it details that you are to 'serve until death'. While in the woods, time is frozen. Although people and animals are able to move freely, none of these things age. The boss makes sure that he recruits his proxies when they are in peak form since that’s the same form they will maintain until he decides to dispose of them.

The Members and Their Roles

Slenderman: The Boss

Slenderman is clever and ruthless. He says very little directly to his underlings, but when he does, he keeps it brief and impactful. A misanthropist that hides behind the guise of empathy for extremely broken people to then easily control their actions.

Masky: The Right-Hand Man

Timothy Wright is organized and lonely. Being the first proxy to Slenderman, he has the most contact with him. He acts as a leader, giving assignments out to everyone. He’s not very well-liked, putting the boss’s orders over everything.

Hoodie: The Ace

Brian Thomas is reliable and manipulative. He’s the man that softens Masky’s harshness. He often checks up on the others, typically filling in the role of a helper. He is versatile in all positions, medic, leader, support, etc. He acts friendly, but due to the boss’s orders.

Ticci Toby: The Scout

Tobias Rogers is loyal and emotional. He almost always is asked to be on the lookout for new recruits and keep track of victims. His strengths are in stealthiness rather than killing. He always protects his allies, adamant that they are a ‘family’.

Ben Drowned: The Brains

Benjamin Lawman is observant and listless. He’s the one who creates the plans to get missions done as fast and efficiently as possible. He knows the most about the situation he and the other proxies are in, accepting the hopeless situation.

Eyeless Jack: The Medic

Jack Nichols is selfless and gloomy. He is deeply caring for his companions, never hesitating to drop everything to stitch someone up. He has given up on his own happiness, never taking care of himself but always yearning for more.

X-Virus: The Motivator

Cody Anderson is optimistic and persistent. Serves as support for field missions, and has the ability to push himself and others to get the job done. The most oblivious to the situation at hand, always messing around with people who are obviously annoyed.

Jeff the Killer: The Brute

Jeffery Woods is confident and impulsive. He is always tasked with killing either a crowd of people or unneeded witnesses. Typically ends up with a mess that is cleaned up by the poor sucker he’s partnered up with at the time. Replies on his ‘talent’ as much as possible.

Jane the Killer: The Assassin

Jane Arkansas is responsible and overbearing. She is always tasked with killing high-value targets. She remembers to kill clean as possible. She is openly furious about being forced to kill innocent but takes care of the other proxies as much as she can.

Nina the Killer: The Thief

Nina Hopkins is empathetic and uninhibited. She deals mostly with gathering resources for the group. She has the most growth when coming to the mansion, going from delusional to self-aware. She is the first person to help out newcomers.

Homicidal Liu and Sully: The Bodyguard

Liu Woods and Sully are protective and unpredictable. They are typically tasked with aiding whoever is carrying out whoever is the leader in the mission. They’re great with defense, but not offense. They will protect whoever they are assigned to by any means.

Bloody Painter: The Bait

Helen Otis is charming and egotistical. He is easily able to control targets to get them to come with him. Despite his charisma, the other proxies are not easily fooled, finding him annoying. He has a hard time caring for others but still craves human connection.

Clockwork: The Interrogator

Natalie Ouellette is honest and cruel. She has little to no care for humans, taking sick pleasure in torturing them. Although, she has deep affection for every proxy. She feels a kinship with them for going through similar trauma, caring for them over everything.

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"Heya, Kid" | Part Two - Stranded

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Summary: Austin remains protective of you during your last day on set and when a winter storm threatens to ruin his Thanksgiving, you think of a way to express your gratitude.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Insults, Threats of Violence, Tense Situations, Discussion of Death and Gore, Cats, Mature/Explicit Themes [Indecent Exposure, Dirty Talk, Discussion of Wet Dreams, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Penetrative Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Oral - F receiving, Cum Play (if you squint)} - +18 Only

Author's Note: In editing this I realized the cat feeding schedule might confuse people?! My cat eats many small meals around the clock, so it's not a mistake, just my weirdness projected into this story.

Word Count: 7288

Your alarm startled you awake early the next morning, and you sat up sharply, taking a moment to regain your bearings. Odd…your cat was not sleeping on the end of the bed as she usually was…You sighed deeply and slid out from under the warmth of your blankets to get ready in the washroom. You stumbled to a stop in the doorway to the living room as your eyes fell on Austin and your cat happily sleeping away on the couch.

“Traitor…” You whispered fondly and received a dramatic feline yawn in reply.

Laying your hand on his shoulder, you spoke his name softly.

“Austin…It’s time to get up…”

His hand shot out to grab your wrist, as he had in the car that first night, only this time you had to press your lips together to smother your yelp at the pain of it. His eyes, which had only opened a crack, shot wide and he pulled his hand back as quickly as if you had burned him. The cat leapt from the couch, trotting over to her bowl expectantly awaiting breakfast.

“Shit, sorry. Ugh...” he groaned a little as he sat up, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “How long was I asleep?” He asked, rubbing the fabric of the blanket between his fingers.

“All night” You smiled softly. “Do you want the bathroom first or second?”

“You go ahead, I’m still pulling myself back together here…” A jaw-cracking yawn seized him suddenly and you tried not to laugh.

“Ok but I’m turning on the light, so you don’t fall back asleep.” You closed your own eyes as you flicked it on, blinking them to adjust, before continuing to the bathroom.

You finished your morning routine within ten minutes, stepping back into the living room and sighing as his eyes were closed, his head leaning on the back of the couch.

“I’m awake!” He quickly said, springing to his feet and you laughed brightly.

“If you say so…” You made some hummus toast and hot beverages, sitting at the island to eat while listening to the morning radio show on your favourite station.

Austin joined you, devouring the food sleepily.

“I’ll just get dressed and we’ll drive over.” You nodded and you two were on your way shortly thereafter.

“Parking spot 354 is assigned to my room number, you can park underground for free.” He smiled, more awake now as the grey, pale light of early dawn flowed over the city.

“Thanks, Austin.” You smiled in return and wound your way down beneath the building to park in his space.

You took the elevator to the main floor as he selected the floor his room was on.

“See you in a bit.” He smiled softly as you headed out to go through your extensive post-explosion makeup for that day.

It was both fascinating and gruesome, the way they marred your skin with debris and gore before giving you the grey/green pallor of death.

“Freaky!” One of your scene mates squealed and you laughed a little.

They had been a bit cold at first that morning, and you could not blame them considering your behaviour yesterday. Unprovoked, one of the wardrobe techs had started telling a story about a very angry, and still in costume, Connor in the hotel bar the evening before, both warning the four of you of his impending hangover and making it very clear that you had not spent much time in his room at all. It had helped dispel their coolness towards you, for which you were deeply grateful.

The set you walked into upstairs was dressed with debris, but the rest of the effects would be added in post, since they could not destroy a real hotel room. The assistant director helped place the four of you about the room, bodies akimbo as though you had been thrown by the blast. You were pleased to see that Connor’s character was placed a bit further from you, flat on his back on the bed, having been somewhat shielded by the bodies of the women crawling all over him when the bomb went off.

You shuddered a little at the memory of that but otherwise remained still as final approval was given by the director. You could hear conversation happening between a number of voices behind you, including Austin’s, as they blocked his movement through the debris for a rather complex scene from the strains of their discussion that reached your ears. You saw a collection of shoes come to rest in your eyeline and heard Austin’s sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, make-up did a good job, though.” He crouched down and frowned as he looked you over.

“’Tis but a scratch.” You mimicked a line from Monty Python’s Holy Grail and grinned as Austin cracked up. It was nice to make the others laugh as well, but he had looked so concerned at your state, it was especially lovely to see him relax.

Connor’s voice drifted into the room from the hallway, making you tense and Austin’s head snap in the direction of it. He stood to his full height and subtly shifted to block you from view behind his lanky legs as he continued his conversation with the director. Your heart throbbed a little as he stayed anchored to that spot, turning to speak to the others as they moved about the room, but never leaving his protective position. It was a good thing he was no longer facing you otherwise he would see the intense adoration you felt for him all over your face.

You were quite relieved to overhear that Connor would only be there for a few hours; the majority of the shots would be done with his stunt double. Each take had Austin moving back to the door, hurrying in to cry out for the foot soldiers to call for ambulances, as though the explosion had just happened. All the while looking quite pleased with the effectiveness of his weapon. There was a monologue he delivered to the corpse of the despicable mob boss played by Connor before he finished with a moment of remorse over your crumpled body.

And there he would remain, standing over you until the very last moment of the reset, until the assistant director shouted for ‘places!’. No one questioned it, but he was terribly effective at shielding you. As the crew broke for lunch you looked up as he held your robe out to you. You stood and slid it on carefully, turning to thank him. You blinked as he was frowning again. Clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth again.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quickly.

“I don’t suppose they put any bruising on your back?” He asked softly and you shook your head quickly before the memory of Connor slamming you back into the wall flashed before your eyes.

“Oh…” You frowned as well.

“I’ll get your sister to take a look at it.” He nodded and headed out carefully, not wanting to attract any more attention as everyone started to make their way to the lunchroom.

Your sister was waiting in the hall and took your arm, leading you down to her hotel room where she helped you get a good look at the marks on your back.

“You’d have grounds to…” She muttered and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Austin stopped anything truly unspeakable from happening…Not that I like the idea of him doing this to someone else…it’s just a very thin case…”

“I’ll get makeup to leak something, how about that?” She tilted her head and grinned broadly as you nodded your acquiescence. “You know, I’ve never seen him so angry as he was this morning. Ranting about tearing Connor limb from limb while also railing that it would ruin his career. So, we’ll let rumours take care it.”

There was a knock on the door before you could reply and your sister opened it to reveal Austin carrying three lunches. It was a nice, quiet meal. Well, aside from the two of them constantly mocking your deceased visage.

“Look, I’ll be alive again in a few hours, ok?!” You laughed softly and spent the rest of the break relaxing away from the bustle of the rest of the crew, pondering your sister’s comments about Austin’s rage.

After lunch, they lined up the close-ups for Connor and Austin and realized that the four of you were not needed so they excused you to wait in the sitting room of the suite on chairs that were covered with plastic to prevent any of the gore on your bodies transferring to the furniture. You had honestly never been in the position of counting down the minutes on set before, but as the end of the day approached, you grew increasingly relieved.

Make-up came and did some more touch-ups on you all before you were called back into the room. You were about to cross the threshold when Connor was suddenly blocking your way, making you stumble to a stop as your blood ran cold.

“Move it, tease.” He snarled and raised his hand to shove you out of the way until Austin’s tanned, elegant fingers wrapped around his wrist from behind.

“Just give her a moment, pretty sure she wants nothing more to do with you.” He ground out lowly and you turned, pressing back against the wall to allow him to pass.

While you were unable to see Austin’s face, you could see his muscled forearm exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. Could see the way those muscles were bunched, the veins bulged. The way Austin’s grip on Connor was so tight it drove the blood from his fingertips, turning them white. Your wrist ached sympathetically, but you felt no pity for Connor himself.

Only once you were out of the way did Austin release his hand. Connor made a big show of yanking his hand free as soon as he felt the grip loosen, before storming off down the hall. You looked to Austin nervously, but he simply smiled and waived the four of you into the room, followed by Connor’s stunt double. There were whispers and murmurs but the assistant director commanded order once more and the director was able to capture all the footage they wanted of the scene.

There were ‘good job’s and farewells as the four of you were escorted off set and scrubbed clean before sliding back into your own clothing. Once you had your phone back, you texted your sister, asking her to thank Austin for you again. Your phone buzzed as you walked home, and you blinked as the number was unknown. You pulled it up hesitantly but smiled softly to see it was Austin.

– Hey, it’s Austin. Got your number from your sister, she swears you won’t mind, but if you do it’s her fault. I’m glad you were able to finish the role without too much bullshit from Connor. Let me know if you need anything else, ok? –

Swiping your key fob, you headed into your building and up to your apartment. As you opened the door, you raised your eyebrows as the cat was not immediately there to greet you on arrival. Unusual. You peered around the corner into the living room and clapped your hand over your mouth to smother your laugh. She was curled up tightly in a ball on the blanket that undoubtedly still smelled of Austin. You took a photo as quickly and quietly as possible before calling her name.

She gave you a sweet little trilling sound in greeting, trotting over to rub against your legs as you sent the photo to Austin.

– She really likes you. –

– I should come see her again – He replied.

– We would both like that. – You chewed on your lip as you sent that, hoping it was not too forward.

– So would I –

His reply made you smile with a sigh of relief.

It was nice to get back to your normal life the next day, waking up at your usual time and following a regular routine. Arriving home with fresh groceries you were startled to find Austin in the lobby, just about to buzz your phone.

“Hey, I uh…” He smiled at you sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Checking in for cat adoration duty?”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest as you unlocked the door, holding it open for him. While you had not expected him to show up quite so soon, you were admittedly delighted.

“She’ll be thrilled to see you.”

Indeed, she was, meowing loudly and throwing herself down on the hardwood to expose her belly to him eagerly. Sidling past him as he knelt to indulge her, you stepped into the kitchen, setting the bags on the counter to unpack the groceries. The radio was playing in the background, something you left on to ‘keep the cat company.’ But the discussion of a potential winter storm next week caught your attention.

Austin came to stand beside you, cradling the cat in his arms as she enthusiastically rubbed her cheeks against his jawline. Envy of a cat was a new experience for you, but acutely felt.

“Damn…” He murmured and you looked up to him curiously. “Supposed to fly home for Thanksgiving after filming on Wednesday…if that forecast is accurate...”

You frowned softly and pulled up your weather app on your phone, making a bit of a face.

“80% chance six days out…But it could always change.” You tacked on, trying to be reassuring.

Your efforts were rewarded with a smile before he looked over your groceries.

“Can we cook?” He asked hopefully and you happily agreed.

Forty-five minutes later, you sat down together at the island counter to enjoy the fruits of your labour.

“Can we finish that movie? I’m off tomorrow.” He looked at you with adorably pleading eyes and you laughed warmly, bowing your head shyly to focus on breathing like a functional adult.

“Of course we can. You don’t have to keep asking permission, either.” You collected the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, settling in to finish the movie.

Well, you tried. Austin made it about forty-two minutes before he was once again passed out. You crept into your room, putting on fresh pillowcases before you woke him gently, hand on his shoulder.

This time, he did not grasp your wrist. No. He sighed your name, blanking your mind out completely before you processed the fact that he was blinking up at you defenselessly.

“You get the bed tonight…” You said gently to his groggy, bewildered face.

Using his fatigued state to your advantage, you took his hands and tugged him to his feet, walking backwards as you led him into your room. You tucked him into your bed with your cat, setting up some pillows and blankets to sleep on the couch yourself. You did not have the most comfortable sleep, but it was Friday today, as well as your work-from-home day.

Your cat made a brief appearance for breakfast, but immediately returned to bed with Austin as you settled in to work at your desk in the living room. You grew somewhat concerned as noon approached and neither of them had emerged from the bedroom. Peering into the room through the cracked door you had to smother your giggle with your hand.

Austin was curled up on his side with your cat nestled against his chest. She was laying on her back, one paw stretched towards the heavens, purring loudly. There was that envy again. You managed to sneak a photo before knocking on the door gently.

There was a sharp inhale of breath and some flailing before he sat up, once again groggy and bewildered.

“Holy fuck what time is it?” He mumbled, squinting into the daylight.

You pressed your lips together to smother your chuckle and cleared your throat.

“Almost lunch. Any requests?”

He shook his head, scrubbing his hands over his face, trying to wake himself up fully.

“I’ll think of something then. You’re welcome to shower or whatever. I’m, obviously, working from home today so…” You realized you were rambling, so you trailed off with a smile before heading to the kitchen to throw something brunch-like together.

He shuffled by to the washroom before emerging, eyes brighter and looking rested for the first time since he had arrived. You offered him a plate of food and took your break with him on the couch, eating happily. He left you to the rest of your workday, walking back to the hotel. You found yourself gazing off several times that afternoon with a soft grin on your face. No, you were decidedly not over your crush on this man at all.

As the days passed, the forecast for the winter storm became more severe and more likely. By Monday, all the flights out of the city were fully booked, if not over booked. The only reason you knew this was because you and Austin had begun a regular text correspondence. The director had reworked the schedule to the very limit, freeing him up for a departure around noon on Wednesday, but it was all for naught. Even if he drove south to Washington state or west to Calgary it was no good. There was not a flight to be found.

He seemed quite upset about missing the important family holiday, and you tried to distract him with cat pictures and videos as you stewed on an idea that had popped into your head. Tuesday morning you swung by the hotel to surprise your sister with some Starbucks and a brief walk along the waterfront before work.

“It all seems so peaceful and warm now…” She muttered and shook her head. “The calm before the storm!” She finished dramatically and you laughed brightly.

“Well…it’s kind of why I’m here…About how many stranded Americans do you think are here?”

She eyed you thoughtfully, footsteps halting as she made a mental tally.

“I’d say twenty? Twenty that can’t just drive home to Seattle…why?” She tilted her head suspiciously.

“You know how huge mom and dad’s house is and…well I have some holidays to use up before year end. I was thinking of throwing together a very ad hoc Thanksgiving-esque experience? Don’t look at me like that, why are you staring?!” You pointed at the stunned facial expression that bloomed on her face.

“I just…wow, that’s an awesome idea!”

You relaxed slightly at her exclamation.

“Would you…be open to inviting the people? I’ll get turkey, potatoes, and pre-made pies. We just need people to bring sides and stuff to stay over because…well it’s going to be impossible to travel for a few days.”

“I get the master bedroom then!” She grinned and took your arm as you shook your head, laughing ruefully as you walked back towards the hotel.

You parted ways there, heading into the office to request the rest of the week off. Your boss was hesitant but eventually agreed. With the storm on the horizon, it was doubtful that much work would be getting done anyway. At the end of the day, you headed to the grocery store and stocked up on turkey, potatoes, and pie for twenty, taking it over to your parents’ house. You spent the night at home before packing up your cat and moving her into the carriage house in their backyard. They had renovated it into a one-bedroom guest suite with kitchenette shortly after Austin had come into your lives.

Small and secluded, she would be comfortable with you there no matter how raucous the main house became. You made up beds and found air mattresses and sleeping bags. Let it never be said your mother was unprepared for anything. The turkey went into the oven around noon before you moved to set up the tables. You extended both the dining and kitchen tables as long as possible, lining them up to stretch into the living room as one long table.

You were in the middle of battling with a remarkably long tablecloth when you heard your sister call out from the front hall.

“Help has arrived!!” She cried, hustling into the kitchen with several bags of dinner rolls. Austin was hot on her heels with a few salads.

“Here let me help with that.” He smiled to you warmly and set down his armload before grabbing the end of the tablecloth to help you drape it across the two tables. “This is incredible, thank you so much for making this happen.” His eyes met yours, glowing with earnest warmth.

You looked down quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gratitude, smoothing your hair nervously.

“My pleasure…really…” You swallowed nervously and looked over to your sister as she spoke.

“So, we’ve got twenty-five including you and I.” She began digging out serving platters from the top levels of the cupboards. “Does mom still have that ridiculous turkey centerpiece?”

You giggled and nodded, knowing exactly which one she meant.

“She sure does, it’s in the holiday cupboard upstairs.” She quickly headed up to locate it while you and Austin worked at setting out chairs. “Looks like four of us will have to eat at the island…but we should all fit.”

“Thank you.” He repeated again softly and pulled you into a tight hug, bodies flush against one another. “If I can’t be with my real family at least I get to be with you two.”

Swallowing roughly, you slid your arms around his slender waist, squeezing him in return.

“I definitely owe you, I’m very happy to do it.” You murmured against his chest shyly.

“Found it!” You heard your sister’s triumphant cry as she stampeded down the stairs and the pair of you pulled apart quickly, looking busy when she carried in the cartoonish, ceramic turkey and plonked it down in the centre of the table. “Now, it’s Thanksgiving.” She declared, sending you all into a fit of laughter.

Working together, you peeled and quartered potatoes, getting several pots boiling just as the snow started to fall. Thankfully, Austin was there to help with mashing them all, switching out with you or your sister when your arms started to burn. Guests began arriving around five o’clock, just as the turkey came to temperature.

“Austin, could I bother you to help me pull this beast out of the oven? It’s thirty pounds and I barely got it in there.”

His eyes widened in awe before he excitedly pulled on oven mitts and lifted the damn thing by himself, setting it on the counter to rest before it would be carved. The sides that arrived were a mishmash of whatever could be found at the grocery store as the storm began to ramp up outside. Some brilliant soul had brought enough eggs to feed an army – breakfast for tomorrow.

 All flights were canceled, as predicted, but the stranded Americans had a feast of a meal crammed around the tables. You had meant to sit at the counter, but someone had declared that you, Austin, and your sister were not allowed to work anymore, and your trio was seated on the backside of the table, unable to get up even if you wanted to.

Food was demolished, conversation flowed, and the storm outside raged on. You found yourself taking a pause, leaning back in your chair and just soaking it all in.

“Best Thanksgiving of my life.” Austin whispered against your ear, sending the thrill of a shiver through you.

“Me too…” You glanced at him shyly as you nodded in agreement.

Four pies disappeared before the crowd finally declared they were sated, and they broke off into smaller groups. Some went to watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in the family room downstairs, while others went out to the hot tub, and a dedicated group stayed to wash dishes and clean up. You decided to leave the table set up as-is for breakfast in the morning before your sister went off to watch the movie as well. Austin looked to you curiously.

“What are you thinking?” He tilted his head, and you bit your lip in thought.

“Hot tub?” You asked hesitantly.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit...damnit…”

“Well, my dad has some… you could borrow one? If you are ok with that, I know it might be a bit weird but,”

“Yes, perfect.” He cut you off and seized your hand. He pulled you upstairs to dig through your father’s closet, producing a few options.

He took the plain, black swim trunks and nodded. You grabbed some towels and a pair of tuques.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” He asked as you headed back down the hall.

“I’ve set myself up with the cat in the carriage house. There’s a sofa bed out there too if you haven’t claimed anywhere yet?”

“That’s perfect, I was wondering if she was here.” He grabbed his bag and slid on his shoes, running out through the snow with you to the carriage house.

You left him snuggling the cat as you headed into the bedroom to pull on your swimsuit and one of the tuques to keep you warm despite the driving snow.

“Am I ok to come out?” You asked through the door and waited as you heard a bit of struggle.

“Uh, yup!” He finally declared and you stepped out, mouth suddenly, violently dry at the vision of him in the slightly-too-large trunks barely clinging to his hips. The definition of his Adonis belt was enough to fell any person.

You tore your eyes from his physique and only then noticed his own were busily tracing the lines of your swimsuit, making heat rush through you.

“Here.” You abruptly held the tuque out to him, and he looked it over skeptically.

“I don’t think I can go out there wearing a Vancouver Canucks beanie…” He crinkled his nose.

“It’s a tuque and yes you can, or you’ll get cold.” You grinned a little, drunk on good food and excellent company, and stepped forward, pulling it onto his head firmly.

He playfully tried to thrash away, making you both unsteady on your feet. His warm palms quickly cupped your elbows, long fingers stretching up your biceps as he steadied you. The feel of his skin on yours made goosebumps race up your arms and pulled your nipples to stiff peaks against the lycra of your swimsuit.

“Thanks.” He smirked, hat partially pulled down over one eye and you laughed breathlessly.

He was so very close and smelled incredible…like whiskey and pumpkin pie and sandalwood. Your eyes were threatening to flutter shut, but thankfully your cat let out a mournful meow by her food dish.

“Oh, my goodness, yes darling it’s well past dinner, please forgive me.” You quickly went about feeding her before turning back to Austin. “Ready, sorry.”

“No apologies necessary.” He grinned, having been watching the two of you fondly. He pulled open the door and led you out through the now ankle-deep snow to join the others in the hot tub.

It was a tight squeeze, but you managed to slide into the warm water, Austin pressed fully against your side. Chatting and laughing for nearly an hour, eventually the rest of the group drifted inside to bed, leaving you and Austin as the last brave souls outside. Both your tuques were now plastered white with the thickly falling snow, and despite the excess of room, neither of you had made a move to put an inch of space between your bodies.

You leaned your head back to catch some snow on your tongue, brimming with satisfaction at how well your plan had gone.

“You know why I started calling you kid?” Austin said suddenly into the muffled silence of the night.

There was a quality to his voice, one that you had never heard before, that made it deeper and somewhat rougher. You turned to look at him curiously, surprisingly no longer angry to hear that term on his lips. You raised your eyebrows in silent prompting to continue.

“To remind myself that you were off limits…because I was so damned attracted to you, but it was definitely not legal…” You watched his lips form the words, a sort of ringing in your ears as it felt as though your heart briefly stopped.

“Wh…what?” You breathed shakily.

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, your parents’ pool is not that great…” He chuckled and looked down reflectively. “You’ve always been such a lovely person and now you’re an incredible woman…I could barely process it when I saw you in the foyer, so I just kept saying ‘kid.’” He sighed and leaned forward to rest his elbows his knees, looking back at you over his shoulder as his fingers ran along his jaw contemplatively. “And…well I just wanted you to know that I am still so very sorry that my own internal oddness hurt you so much…”

You had completely lost the ability to speak, to control your tongue, to form words. So, you reached out a hand, setting it on his cheek gently. You let out a soft noise of awe mixed with desperation as he pressed into your touch. His eyes snapped to yours and his tongue dragged along his generous lips before he began to turn toward you, to lean in. You surged forward to meet him, lips colliding with his in an explosion of thirteen years of pent-up attraction.

He lifted his hands from the water to cup your cheeks, scattering droplets across your heated skin. Your lips dragged along his, pressed against his, awakening a delicious buzz in the million nerve endings there. You tried to swallow back your mewl of delight, but you felt him smirk into the kiss and knew he had most assuredly heard it. Seeking anchorage, your hands gripped the sinewy muscle of his flanks under the water, thumbs sweeping up and down the ridge of his obliques. It was your turn to smirk as you felt, more than heard, his hum of delight. Tilting his head, he began to place open-mouthed kisses against your lips, sucking at your lower lip until your mouth parted for him.

As his tongue glided along yours, your grip on his sides tightened, fingers digging into his skin as you shifted closer. One of his hands dropped to your lower back, closing all distance between your torsos as he pressed tightly into you. The other shifted to grip the sides of your chin, controlling and guiding the angle of your head so his tongue could better reach every corner of your mouth. As your lungs began to ache, begging for air, you pulled back a fraction from his demanding kiss, panting heavily as your arms wound fully around him, hands pressing into his back. You looked up at him through your lashes in wonderment, not entirely convinced this was reality.

He kissed your nose gently, eyes reflecting a similar emotion.

“We should get you out of the water, prune fingers.” He grinned and you laughed brightly at the unexpected comment.

“Come on then…” You murmured thickly, voice roughened by arousal, and unwound yourself from his body.

Your arms felt instantly and mournfully empty, but you were not given much time to reflect on it as he slid to his feet. Those oversized trunks were yanked down by the swirl of the water around his hips, and you were treated to sight of his semi-hard, lengthy cock before he quickly yanked the fabric back up.

“Shit” He muttered, a rosy, pink blush blooming across his cheeks.

You were on your feet in a matter of moments, grabbing his hand and pulling him from the hot tub. You barely remembered to throw the cover back on it before shoving your feet into your shoes and shuffling through the deepening snow, the cold flakes sparking against your sweltering skin. His fingers laced through yours, following closely behind as you headed straight into the bedroom of the carriage house, turning to shut the door so the cat did not mistakenly think she was invited.

Glancing around the room, he spotted the ensuite and tugged you in there, releasing his grip on the trunks and letting them slide to tile floor with a wet splat. Reaching up to tug off his damp tuque covered in rapidly melting snow, you tossed it into the sink before sliding your fingers into his hair and pulling his lips down to yours once again.

Eagerly resuming his thorough tasting of your mouth, his own hands removed your tuque as well before they fell to cup your butt, pulling you close against him as he pushed you back against the vanity. Feeling his length sandwiched between your bodies, you rolled your hips forward to rub the fabric of your swimsuit along him teasingly. He shuddered against you, moaning slightly as his hands trailed up your sides to cup your breasts, drawing a reciprocal moan from you as they engulfed your sensitive flesh hotly. He manipulated the fabric of your swimsuit to drag the lining along your tender nubs, making you tremble against him as your fingers wove tighter into his sandy blonde hair.

Wanting him even closer, you backed up to sit on the counter, parting your legs to pull his hips flush to yours. Breaking your kiss, the pair of you groaned eagerly before he hungrily kissed along your jaw to attack the column of your throat. His hands busied themselves with the straps of your bathing suit and you dropped your arms to assist him in stripping you to your waist so that he might seal his mouth around the first nipple he could reach.

Arching and bucking against him, you clung to his shoulders as your head fell back with a soft cry of his name. Somehow, he managed to surge even closer to you at that sound and you gasped it again.

“Austin!” You bucked against him needily as he circled and tugged your other nipple with his fingers.

He groaned raggedly and started working your swimsuit the rest of the way off. You lifted your hips to help before your suit joined his on the floor with a wet splat of its own. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he hoisted you with a firm grim on your butt and carried you over to the bed. Gasping in surprise, you gripped his shoulders to try and hold yourself up, to assist him. He chuckled and shook his head before laying you down, standing between your legs at the foot of the bed to gaze down at you deliriously.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He ground out, tongue painting his kiss-swollen lips with a fresh coat of glossy saliva.

You bit your lip savagely, eyes staring up at him, frozen at the intensity of his statement. He smiled fondly and leaned down over you to kiss you warmly, whispering against your lips.

“God, I wish I had a condom…but I’m gonna make you feel so good anyway. Can I? Please?”

Looking up into his deep blue eyes you huffed a little in frustration. You had been hoping for this for over a decade and you were not going to let anything hold you back.

“I want you.” You stated boldly. “All of you. I am on birth control, and I want that gorgeous cock inside me.” You gulped a little as you had definitely said that aloud, your impetuousness shining through, but all your cards were now on the table.

He slammed the heel of his palm between his eyebrows, abdominal muscles tensing and flexing as precum began to leak from the tip of his length.

“You are countless wet dreams come to life.” His voice had a hint of a whine to it as he took slow, deep breaths.

You clenched around nothing at the flood of mental images that statement provided. Feeling slightly guilty, you stayed very, very still until he seemed to regain control of his body. He crawled over you, hand sliding to the middle of your back to guide you to shuffle with him up to the pillows before he caught your lips in a searing kiss. Hand cupping between your thighs, his elegant fingers traced along your heated folds before parting them to coat his fingertips with your arousal, circling your entrance. Panting eagerly against his lips, you gripped at his biceps, nails biting slightly at his skin. His warm breath caressed your face as he chuckled at the way you squirmed for him before he shifted to nibble at your lower lip.

When, at last, his fingers began to circle your clitoris, your nails dug into his skin almost painfully. He pulled back to look over your face, watching the way your eyes clenched shut and your lips parted to form soft curses.

“Oh, my pretty girl, do you need me as much as I need you?”

“Uh huh!” You whimpered and grazed your teeth along his jaw needily.

He pressed his lips to yours, briefly, hotly, before they trailed down your throat once more. As his forefinger began to sink into you, he sucked the tender flesh just below the hinge of your jaw between his lips. The combined sensations had you arching off the bed eagerly, scratching at his biceps as you cried out raggedly. A deep hum of approval reverberated against your throat as his middle finger joined his forefinger, thrusting into, and massaging, your walls rhythmically as his thumb took over the stimulation of your clitoris. Hooking his fingers forward, he searched until he felt that spongey spot deep inside you.

You gasped sharply and gripped his forearm bruisingly to keep him right there.

“Ohfuckyes…. please Austin…” You panted, chest heaving as he obliged, massaging insistently, making your eyes roll back in your head.

As you writhed beneath him, the soft flesh of your thigh brushed against the weeping tip of his cock. You had just enough mental capacity to focus on repeating that motion, wanting to give him just a taste of the pleasure he was giving you. His lips fell back from the throbbing spot on your throat with a shuddering gasp, and you were quite certain he had marked you. He ran his the flat of his tongue up the side of your neck, tasting your pulse as your heart crashed against your ribs. Your body was arching tighter and tighter, muscles tensing to rigidity until your orgasm pulled you under, drowning you in ecstasy, the tension ebbing from you as you gasped for breath.

“I’m going to make you do that again…” He groaned needily and caught your lips in a kiss without finesse. A kiss of pure desperation that had your hand reaching between your bodies to seek his length. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, your stroked along him, making his breath stutter against your lips and his hips buck towards your hand.

“I’m…you gotta…if you want me inside you, do it now…” He gritted out, brows knitted together in the effort of restraint. “Want you so bad I can barely hold on…”

You moaned softly at the impact of his words before shifting and lifting your hips, guiding him into your still quivering heat. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder, groaning in agony at how well you two fit together. Once he was seated inside you completely, you wrapped your legs around his hips, rocking up against him, trying to encourage him to move.

“Oh fuck…” He hissed and rocked against you in return before sliding his hips back, only to push back into you eagerly.

He shifted back a little, fingers gripping at the headboard, settling onto his knees to thrust in earnest, skin slapping against skin as his near-black eyes bore down into yours with a mind-melting intensity. Your jaw hung open as he held you captive with that gaze, cock dragging along your walls, every vein providing a delicious friction that had the tension in your muscles quickly building again.

It felt so right and justified every fantasy you had ever had. He moaned your name, and you clenched around him involuntarily, sending him into a faster pace as he spat a string of curses, clenching his eyes shut. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm, before his eyes shot wide.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” He yelped before slamming his hips to yours, filling you with his hot, and obviously unexpected, release.

You chewed on your lip savagely as you drank in the vision of his climax, a feeling of pride blooming beneath your breastbone at driving him to an orgasm like that. He barely gave himself enough time to catch his breath before he was sliding down your body, lips latching onto your clitoris, fingers plunging into your cum-filled heat. Your head thrashed to the side as he did not allow you to lose an inch of ground, easily finding your g-spot once more and silently demanding you climax again with his determined fingers.

Wrenching at the duvet cover, you ground against his mouth before succumbing to his adamant ministrations. A painful howl ripped from your throat as you climaxed for him again, sinking into the bedding bonelessly. He stretched out alongside you, body glistening with sweat, as he gasped for breath from the combined effort of his orgasm and yours.

Fluttering your eyes open, you reached out an arm that felt shockingly heavier than normal and cupped his cheek.

“Austin…” You sighed reverently and he dragged himself forward to kiss you sweetly. So sweetly it made your heart ache.

“When…we…can walk…we need a shower…” He grinned lopsidedly and you laughed breathlessly. The room definitely smelt of chlorine and sex.

“In…case it wasn’t…abundantly obvious…. I’ve been so very attracted to you…since we met…as well.” You panted and pressed a warm kiss to his brow.

After a succession of lazy and adoring kisses, you both felt strong enough to make it to the ensuite and cleaned each other up tenderly. You pressed apologetic kisses to the scratches you’d left on his arms, but he just eyed them proudly. Drying off and tidying the bed, you then slid on your pajamas, and he opened the door to grab his bag from the living room. You both laughed as the cat streaked into the room, obviously put out at her exclusion.

“Sorry darling let’s get you fed again” You kissed her fuzzy head as you picked her up and carried her to the kitchenette.

Once everyone was fed and dressed, the three of you curled up in the cozy bed as the snow continued to fall outside, sleeping deeply and peacefully. As soon as you heard the first few seconds of your alarm the next morning, you flung yourself at your phone to turn it off. Austin looked up at you blearily.

“Sorry I forgot to turn it off.” You set your phone down and slid out of bed to feed the cat, opening the door to take stock of the yard as she dug in. You did not notice Austin waiting for you in the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe sleepily.

You gasped as the snow was mid-calf in depth, a record amount for this time of year.

“Shit we really should have brought a shovel with us…” You muttered to yourself and blinked as Austin grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards the bed.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait until someone rescues us.” He grinned broadly and tumbled into the bed with you.

"Heya, Kid" Masterlist

Post-Script: I just wanted to clarify that this was written over the course of the past two weeks. I read the delicious Smutty Sunday by @mrsniallhoran505 this morning and saw that they have also written about premature ejaculation. It's such a hot theme that I was excited to see another author wrote it. Definitely give it a read if this awakened something in you!

[bogleech]

Someone asked some weeks ago if I had graphomania after something I said and I didn’t think I did because it’s defined psychiatrically as a “morbid” urge to write to the point of writing long, rambling, confused statements that mean nothing. But, I do have an urge to compile lists? I don’t mean fun and exciting lists necessarily. When I was younger I’d just list hundreds of animals or fictional creatures or characters from media, on paper, organized in different ways, and then something would change and instead of editing the list - because that meant erasing something, and that looked bad! - I’d write it all over again. Once I got a computer and could do these things digitally I’d sit down for hours tinkering with stupid list files. I shared part of that list of animal pets I had in mind for a Mortasheen game but there also exist lists of the clothing a Mortasheen player character could have purchased, organized by the zone they’d take up on the hypothetical CG model or sprite, and it’s literally dozens of types of ordinary hats and socks and pants with some weird or interesting ones thrown in sparingly. Deliberately sparingly, even, because a “real” game would have a whole lot of boring clothes and the list needed to feel “authentic.” There’s food lists and weapon lists and even furniture lists because I also wanted home decorating mechanics. For every concept I’ve ever made I have 50 more, I make up another 10-30 monsters every single day that I jot down and never use. In conversations with people what I type “gets ahead” of what I’m actually thinking or want to say and I kind of assumed that was a common experience? Writing something before you finish considering whether it’s what you actually want to communicate? And writing paragraphs upon paragraphs or dozens of little messages when it’s not even a subject I’m passionate about, then people think I’m in some freaky worked-up state or something because sometimes they’ll say “calm down” and I am literally in the calmest most casual mental state I even have, that’s precisely when I ramble more. The less I even “care” about the subject at hand the more likely I’m going to make an essay because then I’m not carefully pruning and picking every word. :( This very post is probably going to be five paragraphs longer while I sit and write it but then just before I post it I’m probably going to cut half of it or more, then I’m probably going to edit it nine more times to fix the “flow” or “feel” of just a couple select sentences if not completely redo it.

I don’t know, I kinda thought this was something most people experienced and that was how we managed to create the internet and keep it packed with so much nonsense as it is.