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bluejayscrying · 3 months ago
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friends that bring up your most embarrassing phases that they know your totally ashamed of IM FROMT OF OTHER PEOPL<<<<
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starrluvs · 1 year ago
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Hi! i wanted to request a scenario where the reader is Bi-Han's S/O but Kuai Liang and Tomas also have a crush on her...sfw or nsfw if that is okay...
𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 & 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐒/𝐎
cw: gn reader, mentions of jealousy, kuai liang/tomas overhearing naughty you and bi-han's activities in the night time, masturbation, somewhat soft bi-han, edging (if you squint), minors dni let me know if i've missed anything!
wc: 933
a/n: thanks for the ask, nonnie! i love writing for the lin kuei bros so muchhh <3 also i made it both sfw and nsfw, i hope you enjoy!
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imagine being bi-hans partner while both of his little brothers secretly have a crush on you
you’ve personally never noticed kuai liang and tomas’ attraction towards you–. perhaps you were just oblivious to it? they had only ever come across to you as respectful and kind. the two of them hadn’t a clue that both of them had their own respective attraction towards you. deep down they knew their feelings for you were wrong, but any hints of guilt got washed out of their system every time they saw you– your beauty was unmatched, and they secretly envied their older brother.
imagine how careful they would be to avoid suspicion from bi-han
there had to have been a reason as to why the two brothers would preferably talk to you when the eldest of the three wasn't around… right? kuai liang would sometimes take the risk of being near you, but just act as natural as possible if bi-han was around. tomas on the other hand– you're off limits when bi-han is nearby. apart from his very rocky relationship with the eldest brother, the last thing he’d want is to be embarrassed in front of you by bi-han. regardless, neither of them wanted to know what punishment would await them if bi-han had figured out their feelings for his one and only beloved.
imagine both brothers wishing they could swap places with bi-han and have you all for themselves 
bi-han was never one for public displays of affection, especially around his fellow lin kuei warriors. he was grandmaster and he knew he had an image to uphold whenever he wasn't behind closed doors. but kuai liang and tomas were always able to catch your glances of adoration directed at bi-han and could only watch you from afar, wishing you could stare at them like that– just like they did towards you.
imagine the two younger brothers having to listen to you and bi han making love all night
with their separate rooms being connected right next to bi-han’s, kuai liang and tomas weren't new to the sounds that came out muffled through their walls during late hours of the night. having to hear your sounds of pleasure, but for another man– their older brother –was something that ate them alive with envy and jealousy.
imagine the way they would keep their ear on the walls of their own separate rooms to hear you as clear as possible 
the average person would have been annoyed by the multiple nights that consisted of your delicate moans, but that wasn’t the case with kuai liang and tomas… there were many occasions in which they couldn't help but lean in close to their wall and put their ear against it, just hoping to hear your sounds more clear and less muffled. they could both feel their cheeks heat up now that they can hear all the words, squeals and moans that escaped your lips. what they would do to have bi-han’s name replaced with theirs instead…
imagine how the two brothers would stroke their desperate cocks and try to stifle their moans and whimpers of your name
 hearing all your cries that echoed through their walls always managed to get the two younger lin kuei riled up as they felt their blood shoot straight down to their lower regions. every time you and bi-han were up to explicit acts, it always resulted in kuai liang and tomas stroking their cocks and trying to hold back their sounds with their free hand. their undergarments and sleeping robes pushed out of the way to give them easy access, leaning against the wall, knees buckled and wobbling– the intense pumping of their hands on their cocks was relentless. their efforts of being silent weren't enough with the way your name continuously rolled off their tongue.
imagine the type of fantasies they have of you while their eyes are screwed shut, chasing their own pleasure, pumping faster and faster
being able to hear you was always enough to fuel their imagination. neither of the younger lin kuei assassins stopped pleasuring themselves as they closed their eyes and imagined you in different scenarios. kauai liang could vividly picture you on your back as you moaned beneath him, whereas tomas liked to imagine you on top of him, bouncing on his cock and making those pretty sounds that were being made in the room beside his. the speed and force of their pumps only grew more and more intense by the second.
imagine the cryomancer finally allowing you to reach your climax
bi-han stayed buried inside of you while he felt you pulse around his cock. after an appropriate amount of pleading, he finally let you cum… he helped you ride out your high, resulting in you letting out trembling moans and whimpers that bounced off the walls. as you started to regain composure, bi-han captured your lips in a hot kiss, despite his cold lips. the grandmaster’s tongue dominated yours while sharing the kiss, causing you to grip onto his broad shoulders. you felt relieved and at complete peace with your lover so close to you.
imagine kuai liang and tomas, in both of their rooms, still clasping a hand over their mouth to muffle the sounds of their whimpers while they spill their seed all over their hand and robes/undergarments
looking down at the mess they’ve made only caused them to frown after their few moments of bliss…
how were they ever going to get over you?
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artificialbreezy · 18 days ago
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i was antsy about my biker folio world and just wanted share snippet of it that doesn’t really fit in the actual one shot i’m writing.
CW: indications of weed and smoking, smut, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader, nicks got a filthy mouth, flirty nick needs its own warning, lots of dialogue sorry bro, a real shit ending (why are endings so mf hard????)
it was late, the sun had gone and went. your front porch no longer the place to be reading. those solar lights in your back yard with a blanket in the hammock when just where you wished you were.
grabbing your blanket and book, you were quick to run outside. if anyone asked you your favorite part about being an adult, it was this. staying up late, reading in the dark in a big comfy hammock.
you were quickly pulled from your thoughts by the weird smell and a subtle cough from next door.
“sorry sweetheart! i didn’t mean to distract you.” your neighbor yelled over the fence. you just waved at him, a silent signal it was okay.
you don’t know what was wrong with you, you could talk to him outside of your little hi every day you saw him. he just made your brain short circuit, it was better to not speak than embarrass yourself.
before you know it, he was leaning against the fence with his hands over on your side. “ya know sweet thing, you stare a lot for someone who doesn’t talk to me. you see something you like looking at? cause i can name a couple things i like looking at and they all start with you.”
your throat was dry, eyes a little wide and face bright fucking red. words wouldn’t come from your mouth. you just stared at the man at the fence.
“what’s the matter sweets? not gonna talk to me now? i’d love nothing more-“ he grunted a little as he hopped the fence. “than to hear your pretty voice say my name again. can you do that for me, pretty girl?” he was standing directly in front of you now. there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. you had to face him now.
“Nick..” your voice was barely above a whisper. you swear if he wasn’t watching your mouth he wouldn’t have heard you.
“don’t think i heard you fully, try it again.”
“Nick…” a little louder now.
“oh no, honey. that’s not my name. whatcha call me out in the driveway?”
“Nicky.”
“atta girl, can i touch you?”
you almost choked on your own spit.
“uh, um. yeah. yeah. okay, sure.”
his hand reached down to yours, pulling you up and out of the hammock. “come on, let’s go inside. somewhere that Janet is gonna get a free show.” he chuckled mentioning your grumpy old neighbor who hated hearing his bike rev at 10:30pm.
“a free show?”
his hand was on the slider door, opening it as he spoke. “you’re real sweet ya know? yeah honey. was making a reference to us doing something. but i won’t do anything if you don’t want too. i’m okay just talking too.” he was comforting and soft.
“no! i want too! i just, im nervous. i haven’t had a whole lot of experience with that kind of stuff. i mean! i’ve had sex. i’m not just a virgin. just, not a lot. dear god i’m gonna shut up now.”
he smiled down at me, “more than happy to do whatever you want. think you deserve it really. always such a good girl.”
he sat himself in the recliner in my den, “right here.” he was pointing to the floor between his legs. “want you to sit, gonna go over some stuff.”
“need you to know, been thinking about this alot. have been for a while too. just been too nervous to talk to you. wanna do this at your pace, whatever you want today we’ll do. and don’t fret, we can do more stuff later. don’t feel rushed. we got months and years ahead of this okay?”
“can i ask you something?”
he nodded, hand setting on top of mine that was settled above his knee.
“um, can you show me what you like? wanna do it for you. read about some things and i wanna feel that.”
he smirked, eyes brows raised a little. “read what baby?”
“just like. head and stuff. but i wanna do it how you like it.”
“happily honey. just wanna make me happy huh? wanna be just what i want you to be don’t you?” he pushed his sweatpants down just enough that his dick was leaning against his stomach.
“just gonna start slow, okay? couple kisses, hands on my thighs. then you’re gonna- fuck, your lips feel good. gonna kiss the tip a little, there you go. tongue out a second. atta girl. just stay like that a minute. wanna put this view into memory.”
mouth wide, tongue out just, cock resting against it. feeling the weight of him in my mouth was all i wanted. this was comforting.
“alright, lick the underside. all the way down and then back up. and just like those popsicles you’re always eatin. suck a little bit, relax your jaw baby.”
his hands went to my hair, gently guiding me where he wanted me to be. holding my head still, and taking whatever he wanted.
“honey your mouth is like heaven. real fucking close already. come on, off. don’t wanna make you gag right now. gotta work you up to that.”
“wanna feel you down my throat, Nicky. please?”
“open your mouth. just like before. tongue out.”
my knees were starting to get sore, but i wanted to make him proud. wanted him to come back again. watching him stroke himself was going to be forever burned into my brain. feeling his load against my tongue was gonna be there for a while.
“come on, let’s get you off the floor honey. i’m proud of you sweetheart. gonna have to tell me about your books tomorrow though. what other filth are you reading, huh?”
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lxverrings · 8 months ago
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Hola!
It's been a while I know 💀
I just have something in my head and can't get my head out of it. Just hear me out- 😭
Spider!Reader being Miles', Gwen's and Mayday's work-mom (basically their mom at work). Reader just loves kids (haha can't relate 💀) and is a natural mother.
Miguel realizes that he wants needs to put a baby in Reader asap. (Breeding kink basically)
- Solecito (aka. Spanish anon 🇪🇸)
Me coming right back to life from how GOOD this ask is... Holy shit you put me in a mood 🥲
Motherly Instinct.
A Miguel O’hara drabble ; MDNI, NSFW under the cut!
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Summary: What Solecito said, except I took the creative liberty to ensure reader speaks Spanish and also Mayday kind of has MJ (/other variations of her) so I’m going to add Pav and Hobie!!! Also reader isn’t necessarily a spider-person but def in the medical part of the spider society, so you go ahead with your little imagination <3
R/N: this put me in such a mood I need to find more fics like this smh and extra note, I feel you Solecito, I HATE TODDLERS!!!! babies are fine, so are teens, but TODDLERS??? TODDLERS???? my patience is thin... But I personally would like kids and especially with Miguel O’hara...
Warnings: NSFW under cut!!!! Obviously breeding kink warnings, mating press ig, Miguel physically cannot get his hands off reader...
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You’ve been in the society for quite a while now. From Miguel’s start to the shablam with Miles and the final acceptance of the boy into the society, even if Miguel was a bit sour about it...
Either way, it’s been long enough so that Miguel put a ring on that finger...
For the time being, your husband hasn’t had time to discuss babies, which is something that you’ve been thinking about, and subtly (not) been bringing up. He promises that someday in the future.
Well, someday is still too far away.
You’ve been at least calming your raging baby fever by talking with the younger spiders and doing your best to take care of their occasional reckless behavior...
“Hey! Heyyy!!! I told you I was fine!” Gwen puffed as she was bandaged up from the shards of glass due to her impromptu landing, Hobie just chuckled— probably his idea...— more than anything to land that way.
“Oi, “ma’...” do me a favo’ ’n check on my ’vitr, thanks, luv.” he mused, he seemed unfazed, despite the wraps tied around his wrists and arms.
“Will do, Hobie...” you smiled warmly, nodding at the younger spider, while Miles nervously fidgeted. “Miles...” you began before you gently patted his arm, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” you smiled reassuringly, trying to soothe his nerves— seeing Gwen and Pavitr get hurt like that, definitely must have altered the nerves in the young man.
“I know... I just... I guess I’m nervous. I would talk it out with mí mam��, but I guess I just... Well. It’s nice talking to you, not lie a replacement, but... Like a supplement? Wait... No that sounds wrong...” he mumbled— which got him out of that loop.
“You sound like a gym bro...” Pavitr finally giggled. Hobie let out a small sigh of relief and chuckled.
“Swolemates, huh?” Hobie chuckled, you rolled your eyes and smiled at them, the little group of preteens filled the room with easy chatter.
You smiled and nodded at them, unaware of Miguel’s gaze from the sight of the cameras that filled the screens of his monitoring.
Honestly, Miguel wasn’t paying much attention, until Lyla’s alarming noises went off.
“What the shock, Lyla?!”
The snarky hologram just smirked, “Oh nothing.”
“I just wanted to show you this!” she chirped with a smile.
He just rolled his eyes for a while— until the screen lit up with your face and the chit-chats with the younger spiders.
Mom? Ma?
Fuck.
He was so down bad.
Embarrassing, really, wasn’t it?
Either way, Miguel just stood and grumbled.
“Lyla. Shock. Call her in.”
“C’monn...”
“Shut the shock up and call her in!”
“C’mon! C’mon!”
“Please, can you just shocking—”
“Yeah, I already called her.” Lyla smirked as Miguel grumbled and swatted her off.
“Boss got you on track, huh ma?” Hobie smirked as you smiled nervously and swatted him off.
“I bet it’s not important...” you mused before Lyla interrupted.
“It’s very important!!!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure everything is okay? Maybe it’s important— but in a good way?” Gwen offered with a small smile and tilted her head quietly.
“Don’t be that way,” Miles muttered, but he shuddered, perhaps he was getting the PTSD that Miguel put him through.
“You are all such pessimists! The passion is palpable, how can you concentrate when our big bad boss is in loooove?” Pavitr quickly shot back in absolute delight.
You shooed them off with a smile before retreating to Miguel’s... Lair. If you could call it that. Office? Same thing.
You walked off quickly, and entered his office. If you could call it that.
Miguel watched you sternly and crossed his arms as he stalked over your smaller form
“Hola, Miguelito!”
“Ay. You’re finally here.” he grumbled, putting his large hand on the top of your head, pushing back stray locks of hair to kiss your forehead.
You smiled warmly, unaware of the daunting gaze he held on you.
“I have to ask something of you.” he mumbled as he lightly peppered your face in kisses, “És muy importante...”*
“Lo que tú quieras...”*
He stared down for a moment.
“Quiero un bebé.”*
Oh.
Oh.
You stared up at him nervously, your face flushed as your hands twittered together, and you gazed nervously up at him, “Oh?”
“Shock.” he hissed and held your chin as his kisses became more passionate, “Wanna get you pregnant, I want to give you a little baby. A little baby that looks like you, shock. You would make such a good mommy. Cuidando chamacos qué ni son tuyos... Y lo hacés tan bién...”*
Your breath hitched but you smiled up at him, “Me gustaría tener un bebé contigo...”*
The bed screeched underneath the brutal pace Miguel was going at, how many hours had it been?
Fuck.
Your clammy hands pulling at the sheets and the hiccups and tears that left your eyes as he pounded over and over again.
His tip prodding at your abused cervix, the harsh little veins scratching at your sweetest spots, and the scruffiness of his happy trail scratching at your little pearl of nerves.
God knows how many orgasms you had, your ankles over his shoulders as he bent you in half had your squelching cunt shaking and twitching as tears left your eyes at rapid paces.
“Dios. Ay! Miguel, por favor—Sisisi— ay! Ahí! Ahí!”* you begged in tears, both of you reduced to mingled Spanish as he gruffed and grunted.
“Te voy a llenar otraves, así te gusta. Sí. Tómalo todo. No dejes qué sé salga nada. Te voy a llenar de bebés. Te voy a dejar redonda y hinchada, hasta qué quedes bién embarazada y tengas mí bebé. Hasta qué grites de tan sensible y débil qué estés...”* he hissed back and kissed you with a stronger passion.
He was relentless with his pace as his fingers worked your nipples and he mused something about getting to drink from your swollen boobs, and getting to dress you in maternity clothes— how he couldn’t wait to watch it work wonders on your body. And how well he would take care of you with his baby. How his spoiled little wife would get nothing but the best, and have her with the most beautiful baby imaginable.
No mercy was bestowed on your poor body and less so that night. Your poor cunt was seeping his essence, and every time that a single drop leaked, he gave you another round until you passed out, only to fall asleep to his gentle praises and his gentle caresses.
Because he wouldn’t have it any other way; you would make the perfect mommy, and god was he lucky, that ring on your finger was absolutely perfect...
But what would make this more perfect? A little baby in your arms.
Surely, as soon as the baby was here, it wouldn’t be very long until he wanted another.
Translations:
It’s very important...
Whatever you want.
I want a baby.
Taking care of rascals that aren’t even yours... And you do it so well...
I would like to have a baby with you...
There, there!
I’m going to fill you up again. That’s how you like it. Yes. Take it all. Don’t let anything spill out. I’m going to fill you with babies. I’m going to leave you round and swollen. Until you’re pregnant and you have my baby. Until you scream from how sensitive and weak you are...
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lueurjun · 1 year ago
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neighbours to lovers! jake sim.
neighbour!jake x reader! in which jake sim has been in love with you from the minute he set his eyes on you. thank u so much for your support<3
OKAY LEMME TAKE A MOMENT TO GATHER MYSELF
because NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR JAKE???
WHO HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE YOU WERE KIDS?
dead. cant breathe.
his family and your family obviously know each other well
and i see his house as being ‘the spot’ during your childhood where all the neighbourhood kids used to play
he had these monkey bars in his backyard that everyone always wanted to play on
but jake always made sure you got to go on them first
#whipped
#nineyearoldrizz
brace yourselves
are you braced?
i’m not sure you’re braced
… HE WAS YOUR FIRST KISS
i know!! so cute right?
fighting back tears rn
you were only eleven so you didn’t really think much of it. he was your first kiss and you were fine with that
jake on the other hand?
he still thinks about it
in fact, that’s one of the scenarios he thinks of to help him get to sleep
boy is hopelessly in love
and everyone knows it too
like he denies it but everyone just knows
because he will drop anything just to do you the smallest favour
“hey jake, are you busy? i could really use your help watering my parents flowers?”
jake, who is in fact busy, “nope. not at all. never. give me that watering can.”
i repeat: w h i p p e d
cant blame him tho. you’re the embodiment of warmth, the personification of excellence. you are simply amazing.
i got more rizz that jake just sayin… ;D
despite knowing you for so long, he still gets all tongue tied whenever you’re around
and you’re just clueless
a perfect little dumbass
no matter how many times your family and friends — and even HIS family and friends — try to tell you, you’re convinced he’s just being friendly
because boys like jake don’t like people like you
you’re not enough for him. and he’s certainly not attracted to you
keep thinking like that. i dare u. i’m outside of your house. ur perfect! MWAH MWAH. take all my love pls
in true neighbours to lovers fashion, your bedroom window faces his
#youbelongwithmecore
and sometimes like the little creep that you are, you peek inside of his room to see if he’s there
unbeknownst to you, little jakey poo does the exact same thing
soulmates fr
twins asf
people that creep on each other, end up with each other
i do not condone staring into your crushes bedroom. do not do that. you may get arrested… but if you do send me your mug shot, i bet u look adorable! KIDDING IM TOTALLY KIDDING PLS DONT GET ARRESTED
anywhooo, one particular night you peek into his room
at the exact same time as him
cue that spiderman meme where they’re just pointing at each other
you both just kinda freeze
staring at each other
because now what? you’ve both caught each other out
eventually, you shuffle forward and open your window which coaxes jake to do the same
the confidence comes naturally because it’s only jake, you know him like the back of your hand
tho ur screaming on the inside because a) you’re embarrassed and b) JAKE WAS STARING INTO YOUR ROOM WHICH MEANS HE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU
it’s almost like he’s in love with u or sumn idk
“are you stalking me, sim?”
his cheeks go bright red and he kinda starts spluttering
“i—no. i promise i wasn’t—i-“
well. that was disappointing. you kinda hoped he’d keep up with your flirty banter
“it’s okay jake, i was doing the same thing.”
honest icon. you truly can do no wrong
even more spluttering. even more blushing
because YOU???? WERE WATCHING HIM??
bro loves stalkers. IM KIDDING ILY
anyways there’s something about the atmosphere
and to jake, it just seems right to say what’s on his mind
which leads to him sitting with his feet hanging out of the window and the darkest shade of red on his cheeks
“i still think about that kiss.”
did u hear me scream?
your mind goes blank
because what tf does that mean?
the kiss?? THE KISS? THE FIRST KISS???
HE STILL THINKS ABOUT THAT???
he can’t look you in the eyes, choosing to fiddle with his fingers instead
and you just stand there dumbfounded
bby talk to him before i lose my mind
when you don’t say anything, jake scrambles back into his room which kinda snaps you out of your trance
his fingers are itching to close the window
“i’m kinda upset that you’ve never come back for seconds”
i literally have a lambo and nine mansions
marry me rn
now it’s jakes turn to be speechless
bro is FLABBERGASTED
“oh.” 🧍🏻
“oh?”
“oh.”
this is painful. it’s 5:30 am rn cut me some slack
you have this poor boy breaking out into a rash from stress
and it worsens when you grab your coat and demand for him to meet you outside
like the true gentleman, he doesn’t leave you waiting long and almost falls flat on his face trying to get through the door
what a loser. i love him
he shuffles towards you, hands in his pockets and a look that says he’s absolutely terrified
are you gonna slap him? tell him you never want him to speak to you again?
“look, i’m sorry if i overstepped—“
“are you gonna give me my kiss i’ve been waiting for or not?“
it’s then that he notices that you’re both in the exact same spot as you were all those years ago when the first kiss happened
literally giggling and kicking my feet rn
“a-are you sure?”
and those are the exact words he uttered the first time too
he was as nervous as he was back then, perhaps even more so this time around
because this isn’t an innocent childhood kiss
you’re grown now. it’s different
in true y/n fashion, you start to lose patience
so you trust your gut and you grip onto his shirt, tugging him closer giving you the perfect chance to collide your lips with his
jake’s hands waft around in stress until they finally settle on your waist and he gains enough confidence to pull you somewhat closer to him
i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend. i don’t want a boyfriend.
the kiss is a thousand times better than the first
it's passionate and sentimental, full of longing and tenderness. it’s everything and more.
pulling away is almost a chore as you rest your head against his.
“i could get used to that.”
jake goes to respond, a breathless chuckle ghosts your lips when suddenly a wolf whistle cuts through the street
“AYO JAY OWS ME 20! I KNEW HE’D GROW SOME BALLS EVENTUALLY”
sunghoon, the neighbour across the street who also happens to be jake’s best friend, is leaning out of his window.
that definitely should have ruined the moment but you were far too wrapped up in the bliss of having jake so close to you, that nothing could ruin the happiness you felt
not even sunghoon and his idiocy.
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ultralightpoe · 10 days ago
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Scream Queen - Eddie Munson
Authors Note: Part 9 of my halloween event! ENJOYYYYYY!
Warnings: bullying, pig blood, inaccurate carrie bro
Word Count: 3272
Requests: OPEN
~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist
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[Thank you for the gif @trishnell ]
ENJOY!
It was always funny how something can be so wrong than the way you thought it, how you could expect one thing and end up with something entirely different. Though in your defense you didn’t have a real view on the world besides what your Momma had told you throughout the years. Any ideas you had were…. terrifying . 
Eddie Munson for one. 
It was never meant to be a problem, you had spent the first years of your education at home with your Momma as a teacher until that man Benny from the diner reported her though you never understood what the issue was. You knew everything you needed to know, you knew what was a sin and what was the proper way to go. But then you were thrown into Hawkins High Freshman year and that began causing issues with Momma. She grew more and more upset with every passing day. 
“They are gonna ruin you.” She would sob, pressing her handmade cross into your back as you tried to stay silent.  “You’re never gonna get it. He will never accept you into his realm if you do this. You understand me?!”
So you did your best, because you wanted to be accepted into gods kingdom. 
You fasted, you didn’t talk to anyone else, you prayed in between classes and hid your skin from viewing. You did your best. 
But that was when Munson became an issue. 
It had been after school and you had known better than to dally, you should have gone straight home and started your prayers. But you had been upset about something that had happened during gym, feeling silly and embarrassed from what some of the other girls had said and it left you reeling. So you planted yourself on one of the benches outside the school and tried to calm yourself down. 
Like the devil himself stalking after his prey he had shown up, sliding onto the bench beside you easily, smiling like he had no worries at all as you tried not to inhale the scent he was wearing. 
“What’s on your mind?” He hummed, leaning his head to the side like a cat. “Anything I can do to help?”
“Do I know you?” You ask even though you knew too much about him already. Eddie, full name Edward. He sold ungodly things by the picnic spot during lunch and often fought Jason Carver. 
“Sorry I should introduced myself. Eddie Munson. Pleasure to meet you.” He smiled like it was nothing and held out his hand for you to shake, only for you to ignore it. Turning your head to the side like you weren’t at all interested in the many rings he adorned. “Right. Back to my main question, what’s got the pretty girl looking so glum?”
“Nothing.” You snap out, throat tightening at his words. 
“I thought god hated liars…”
“And what would you know about god?” You snap back, finally turning to look at him just in time to see his eyes widen a little with shock before his mouth spreads into a bigger smile. 
“I know a lot of thi-” Before he could finish his sentence a loud scream rung out through the air and both of your heads swiveled in the direction so quickly you were sure you felt a pop as you saw your mother rushing to you. 
Cutting your hair was a sin, and you had always been terrified to do so but you often brushed your hair when your mother wasn’t looking since you didn’t want her to think you were being too vain. The image of your mother and her wildly long and tangled hair was terrifying, or maybe it was the pure malice in her eyes as she surged forward. 
“AWAY FROM THE SATAN WORSHIPER! RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” She wailed, coming to grab your elbow and pull you up harshly. 
“Hey hey hey.” The long haired boy jumped up, rushing to grab the wrist that was holding onto your arm. “You can’t do that to her!” 
Your mother had no care for his attempt to free your arm as she began reciting an expel evil prayer in latin, shoving him away and dragging you forward. 
“Hey, you good?” He tries to ask again, but she pulls you away before you can say anything. And before you could realize she had shoved you in her car and you were pulled away from the school. 
She hadn’t let you back at school for a week. And when you were finally allowed back you’re back was sore with the amount of times she had burnt you with her cross. You couldn’t move really, and when you managed to it was just pain. 
But this was what you deserved, you knew you should have gone home as soon as school let out. 
You were surprised to find the long haired devil worshiper at your locker towards the end of the day, when you had a free period, and you tried wracking your brain with what he could say. Would he make fun of you for what he saw like anyone else would? Would he laugh? Would he grow horns and hiss?
Instead he doesn’t say anything when you walk up, instead he reaches out his hand slowly enough that you can take a second to look at the rings he wore before his palm opened up to reveal a red wrapper that read ‘Kit-Kat’. “Chocolate?”
“I can’t have that.” You shake your head, taking a step back as your mouth waters at the sight. You had nothing but crackers for the past week as a part of your penance, which was right considering you had broken your mothers rules. 
“Sure you can.”
“God doesn’t believe in gluttony.”
“Did he tell you that himself?” He whispers, leaning forward a bit with a fake look of astonishment like he was talking to his very own prophet. 
“You’re mocking me.”
“I’m not. I also know god says that denying a gift from someone looking to extend to a savior is a form of shutting out a chance to save them.” He moves closer, that kit-kat bar still in between you both. “Come on, save me.”
“Are you saying the candy bar is your way of looking for-”
“Sshh. Just take the candy pretty girl.” He huffs and you can’t help but bite your lip as you snatch it from him. You planned to throw it away the second he turned around but he seemed to be ahead of you as he pulled another bar out and ripped the package open, giving you a look to tell you he’s waiting. 
So you rip open your own package and you’re ashamed to admit the first thing you thought of was that it matched his eyes. That thought was quickly taken over the second you tried the chocolate, dissolving into the taste of it as it melted on your tongue. 
You got so lost in the flavor that you hadn’t realized that you shut your eyes, so when you opened them you realized he had a large smile on his face. “Good?”
“I have to go.” And you walk away before he can say anything else. 
But he doesn’t give up, instead seeing Eddie Munson became a regular occurrence. Every day he would be at your locker, talking to you and coming up with reason after reason to be there.  He brought chips, and he brought sandwiches and chocolate. At some point you gave up the futile attempt to deny it all and began talking to him more and more. He showed you books, he showed you music and the world began expanding. 
Over time he became the devil worshiper your mother had warned you about, into your friend. 
But then came the conversation of prom….. or …. The fight of prom. 
For the past two years you had told your mother you were attending after school programs you needed to graduate and she had believed it. You felt wrong for lying to your mother, and you were sure you would be going to hell. But for the past two years you were really spending the afternoons in Eddie Munsons trailer. 
The day you fought you had been curled up on his bed, reading one of the novels he had demanded you read as he pretended to catch up on homework when in all reality he was watching you read. 
“I can feel your eyes.” You whisper, looking up from the book where he doesn’t even pretend that wasn’t.
“I’m waiting for your reactions. You have the best reactions to the books.”
“You’re such a loser.” You smile, watching him stand up and hop onto the bed making it bounce before he crawled up to lay by you and see what page you were on. You read silently for another 5 minutes as he reads the pages over your shoulder before he sighs out in a manner you knew all too well. 
“You have a question for me.”
“No.”
“Then you wouldn’t be sighing in my ear.”
“People say they saw Jason Carver talking to you at lunch today.”
“Where’s the question in that?”
“Was….he?” 
“Yes-”
“Did he say something mean to you? I swear to god I will kill him if he -”
“He said that Chrissy wasn’t feeling good, that she would be missing prom. He wanted to know if I’d go with him.” 
“I’m sorry…. what ?”
“He asked if I would go with him. He said his parents talked to my mom about going and he thought it would help my chances of being able to go if she knew I was going with someone from the church.” You explain, turning to look at him only for him to stand up from the bed quickly and glare at you. 
“Tell me you said no.”
“What?”
“Tell me you said no!” He shouts, hands flying up like he was begging you. “Tell me you are not that stupid!”
Your mouth had flown open during his outburst, but the second the word stupid flies from his mouth it snaps shut as you blink back the immediate tears. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s a prank. You realize that right?”
“Says who?”
“Says anyone with common sense!” He snaps, shaking his head. “You really think Jason Carver is going to go to prom with the Jesus freak? The people who used to laugh at you everytime you walked down the hall? The people who still tease you behind your back?”
“He was trying to be nice!” 
“You’re being so stupid! You’re being an idiot!” 
“Is it really that hard to believe that he would be nice to me? You just think I’m the laughing stock of the school because of my beliefs right? That’s it?”
“Right, your beliefs.” He scoffs. “Nothing but a whacked out cult.” 
“Don’t ever speak to me again.” You seethe, shoving the book you had been reading away and grabbing your shoes.
“No. YOU don’t ever speak to me again.” He snaps back, kicking the book away as he stormed out of his room with you hot on his heels, swinging to the door and pulling it open. “You want to be stupid and fall for this spectacle then be my guest.”
“You want to die alone with no friends then that’s on you!”
“Right, at least i’m not some high school sellout that’s going lose her virginity in the back of a buick. Tell me, do you think your god would approve of that?”
“Don’t ever talk to me again.” You snap once more, walking out his front door only for him to slam the door shut so harshly it shook on it’s hinges. 
You couldn’t stop crying the entire walk home. 
Nervous wasn’t the right word to describe how you were feeling the night of prom. 
Jason Carver had been right, he had convinced your mother that he was godly enough to go to prom with and she would allow it. She had even made you a dress for the evening out of silk fabric. 
Over the past few months with Eddie you had gained some weight that he always said was healthy, and though she made comments about it you couldn’t stop the bubble of excitement in your chest at the image of yourself in the mirror. You had filled out the dress nicely, with hips that flared and round cheeks that held your blush. 
Your hair was soft, thoroughly brushed. She had made you a sheer slip to cover your shoulders and you had just finished putting the look together when Jason arrived to pick you up. You tried not to think about Eddie the entire ride there, and you tried to pretend you were calm as you walked into the gym with him. 
His friends were being nice, they all talked to you with wide smiles. Though they hadn’t spoken to you much before you got a little excited at the fact that they were speaking to you now. 
Jason didn’t want to dance much so you sat alongside him at the table, feet tapping to the beat as you imagined what Eddie would have done if he were here. He would have dragged you to the dance floor, made some off beat dance before making a plate of food and joked about spiking the punch. 
But he hated these dances, he had never once attended a dance throughout highschool. He claimed that it was all full with sellouts and nothing but a waste of time. 
And yet you still wished he was here. 
“Ladies and gentleman…. I’m sorry to interrupt but it is time to announce your prom king and queen.” The principal calls through the mic and Jason practically jumps out of the seat, pulling you with him. He kept a grip on your hand the entire time as you both made your way through the crowd to listen in. “After reading the votes we are glad to announce that your Prom King is….. JASON CARVER!”
The crowd around you screams in excitement as he cries out and runs up the stage, and you feel lost for a second, ready to leave before someone stops you. 
“And your prom queen made for your prom king is…. “ And the world seems to stop as he calls your name, and once you expect people to sit in silence or boo you’re shocked to see people turn to you in excitement as they cheer. They usher you to the stage and your heart beats through your chest so fast you are sure you might be sick. 
The  lights are hot on your skin as they hand you flowers, and tears begin falling down your cheeks as they place the crown on your head. 
Eddie was wrong. 
You think the words as the girl kisses your cheek before making sure the crown is straight. 
Eddie was worried about nothing. 
The principal squeezes your shoulder before stepping back as he announces that you would stand next to Jason for a photo. 
Eddie is going to be proud. 
You realize that Jason was standing a little too far from you, but as you move to take a step to him your vision is blocked suddenly as a gooey liquid covers your entire body. 
“PIG!” Is the only word you hear, shouted by a large group as your hands fly up in a panic to clear your eyes as you take a deep inhale. The flowers fall to the ground and when you move to dash off you end up tripping over them, your knees hitting the stage floor with a harsh thud, pain shooting through your leg. 
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Someone asks as you dash through the crowd sobbing, tripping over the heels once you reach the hall. You rip them off, leaving them behind as you flee. 
You don’t make it far, for at the main entrance stood none other than Eddie Munson wearing a suit with a small bouquet in his hands, staring at you like the world was ending. 
“No.” He whispers, taking a single step forward before it all breaks and you launch yourself at him. Within an instant he has his arms around you, lifting you with ease and spinning you a bit. 
He holds you for a minute before setting you down as you cry,  grabbing your arm softly to lead you to the van and make an escape. No words are spoken as he drives, and no words are spoken as he helps you inside the house. You walk silently in an attempt not to bother his uncle, only for him to shake his head and point to the empty spot where his uncle's car usually is before leading you to the bathroom. 
He leads you to sit on the toilet before leaning to start the water, feeling it with his hand to wait for it to heat up to the right temp while you stared without blinking. Your eyes had tears in them but if you didn’t blink then they wouldn’t keep falling. 
“It was a prank.” You croak out, your chest tightening as you can’t fight off the tears anymore. He is quick to slide over and grab your hands softly to pull your attention. 
“It was an overdone and cliche prank. Honestly if you ask me they just did you a huge favor.” He scoffs, rubbing at some of the red that was on your hand from when you wiped the red off. “I mean, getting carrie’d? Biggest compliment EVER?”
“Carrie’d?” 
“Carrie’d. Stephen King style.” He nods, tapping your chin gently before helping you stand. “Let’s get this off of you.”
“It was homemade.” You explain when his fingers trace down your sides to get to the bottom and lift it over your head. 
“You looked great. Very-”
“Piggish?”
“Perfect.” He responds before slipping it off and leading you to the shower. He gives you a minute to sink into the warmth of the water before he returns in just his boxers, reaching in to help run your hair under the water and get the stains out. The water at the drain was nothing but red as he washed, humming a bit to cheer you up. 
After 5 washes your hair still has some paint stuck in it but you are feeling a little better, so when he pulls you out of the shower and helps you climb into one of his shirts and boxers you’ve stopped crying. Or maybe you just ran out of tears. 
Nonetheless he leads you to his room and you both land on the bed, laying on your sides to stare at each other, he lets you run the pads of your fingers across his face and hair. 
“You came to prom…”
“It doesn’t count. Not in the slightest.” He huffs, rolling his eyes. “I just had to make sure my girl didn’t end up in the back of a buick.”
“That’s for sellouts.”
“Now you’ve got it.”
“Too cliche?” You ask, coming into the apartment kitchen where Eddie sat on the counter stuffing a sandwich into his face. The second his eyes land on you in the costume he smiles from ear to ear and lets out a firm ‘HELL YEAH!’
“Eddie-”
“Right. Right. No hell.” He nods, hopping off the counter to come closer to you and feeling at the makeup made to look like blood. “Carrie’d. This time in style.”
“Freddie Krueger. This time not a pervert.” You smile back, fixing his hat. 
“Ready for your first halloween?”
“You know it.”
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bryngmemoney · 10 months ago
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✁FASHION FLIRT✃
Megumi Fushiguro x Reader
⭑story masterlist link
tw: death joke
Writing at the beginning and in btwn messages!!
🪡Chapter Eighteen: Bro
You looked around trying to see where Megumi was, jumping at the sudden arms wrapping around you, but settling down once you realized it was him.
“Found you.” he let go of you as you turned around to face him. “Don’t scare me bro.”
“bro?”
“Heyyy, you ran away so fast? What’s wrong was I getting boring?”
Oh him. He was still looking for you.
“Is this your boyfriend or something?” he asked, staring at Megumi. He pieced two and two together, figuring that this was the man who was bothering you while you texted him. “Yeah, who are you?” he answered, hoping to get him to back off. “You can just call me Mahito, but that’s too bad. Well, you two have fun then, i’ll leave you alone for now.”
You both watched him get lost in the crowd, sighing after finally seeing him gone. “So, boyfriend huh?” Megumi just looked at you, and although he tried his best, it was still obvious to you how he was trying to fight a smile. “Just said that to save your ass, can’t be your boyfriend after you called me ‘bro’ .”
“Oh my god are you for real?” You almost laughed at his expression. “No, let’s go and get something to drink,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, “and i’m not letting you get lost again, I don’t like weirdos flirting with you.”
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“Who are you texting?” Megumi asked, finally recovering from his embarrassment of childhood pictures that you had been showing him from Maki. “Why are you jealous?” you asked. He hummed a little leaning his head into your shoulder. “It’s just a group chat, and Maki of course sending me more photos.” He smushed his face a little more into your clothes, “Doesn’t she have anything better to do? She’s at a party tell her to go do something instead of ruining my life.” You laughed a little.
It was a nice atmosphere, you could hear the music blasting from the main room, but you and Megumi had snuck away into another little foyer room of the house, sitting in the corner on the couch. It wasn’t the most secluded as the rooms around it were still full of people, and there would be others passing by you guys, but a lot less crowded than where you originally had been.
Megumi had gotten you guys something from the kitchen. He wasn’t one much for parties you soon found out by his nature of trying to keep you guys in less public areas. That wasn’t really a problem though, but you were surprised by how much he was attaching himself to you. From what’d you’d previously experienced with him, the only time you remember him being this close was that one time he fell asleep at the movies, and the exception of you helping him into his outfits. You never took him as a big fan of PDA, but maybe this really was moving forward some way.
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Author’s Note: thought giving megumi an ex-emo phase would be funny 😊😊😊
made a playlist with songs i think megumi would listen to on spotify lemme know if anyone wants the link
also just wanna thank u guys for all the support you’ve shown this story i really appreciate it :3
hope you guys enjoyed!
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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years ago
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headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏
Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)
Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy
CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation
Sanji
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SFW
Very fucking annoying
He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective
He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.
Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him
“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”
“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”
“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”
“SO?!”
“I’M IN MY 20s!”
Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.
NSFW
You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.
“San—MMM!”
He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.
The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged
Or moreso jealous
His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”
It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.
“San—!”
Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit
He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.
“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”
You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.
Luffy
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(AU where Ace Lives)
Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.
You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.
You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.
And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.
Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?
Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.
“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”
“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”
Nsfw
“I-i—!?”
“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”
Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark
“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”
He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.
It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.
“….’fuckin’ mine.”
Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.
Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.
You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”
Zoro
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SFW
His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.
Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.
He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.
He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.
Whenever that may be.
He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.
Today must have been an off day though.
All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.
And zoro noticed.
When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest
NSFW
“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”
“N-no!”
It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.
Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.
“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”
He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.
He even came on you instead.
You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,
“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”
You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.
Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.
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stevebabey · 2 years ago
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ahh congratulations on your milestone!!! thank you for all of your works!!! (also this concept is so cool and fun for a follower celebration!!!)❣️❣️
now, i just have to see what all the hype is about over at Lovers’ Lake ❤️‍🔥 88 from prompt 5 “kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you’�� but the kiss proves the opposite” with best friend stevie??
thank u honey!!! i sincerely hope you think lover's lake is worth the hype <3 and this concept bro... ur brain is so delicious i literally sent this 2 like 4 ppl when i got it being like BRO so i hope i do it some justice <3 i manipulated the prompt a bit & it got a bit long but bleh <3 enjoy! (2k & fem!reader)
“I’m telling you Steve, there’s something seriously wrong with me!”
The words carry across the flat expanse of Lover’s Lake, your voice echoing over the ebb of the lapping water. Your resounding groan is much less loud, muffled as you bury your face in your hands. You’re curled up, knees drawn to your chest. The wooden slats of the dock dig into the bottom of your thighs.
Beside you, Steve chuckles just a bit at the drama of it all. So you had one bad kiss? It wasn’t the end of the world. Though from your reaction, you certainly seem to think so.
“Nothing is wrong with you,” He assures you, because he means it. He’s sat on your left, both arms resting atop his propped up knees, and he leans over to nudge your shoulder with his.
“So what if it was a bad kiss? I’ve hardly heard great reviews about Jeremy Parton. It doesn’t matter—“
“Ugh, it does matter, Steve.” You interrupt, pulling your face out from hiding.
Steve’s thankful that you don’t look teary-eyed, because he hates seeing you upset, instead only just a bit embarrassed. You’d called him not 20 minutes ago during what was supposed to be a date with Jeremy Parton, a plea for him to come pick you up.
Steve hadn’t been able to discern over the phone why you suddenly needed rescuing, yet came to get you all the same. You hadn’t offered up the details when he showed either, just tried to melt into the leather of his passenger seat, arms crossed.
It went without discussion that you two would wind up down at Lover’s Lake. Together, you and Steve have wracked up hours on hours here, spilling secrets and laughter beneath the moonlight. It looks the same as ever tonight, pale illumination casting delicate shadows across your face.
Steve can see the effort you’ve put in for the date; your lips a little glossy, your eyes somehow wider and sweeter. You’re enchanting beneath the moonlight, Steve thinks fondly. Then desperately tries to rein the thought back in, tries to stuff it back away because he’s here as your best friend — who you called after your date with someone else.
“Why?” Steve brings his focus back to your current predicament. “Why does it matter so much that you had a bad kiss? I’ve had plenty!”
You groan again, slumping over and hooking your chin over your knees. Steve thinks it makes you look adorable.
“It’s different with you, Steve!” You protest. “It’s like, of course, all the girls you go out with are into you but with me the date is— ugh, it’s like who knows if they actually like me?”
“Woah, woah,“ Steve interrupts with a wave of his hands. “You think the kiss was bad because he wasn’t into you?”
Your embarrassment creeps back up, crawling across your features apprehensively. You smile weakly at Steve, knowing he’ll disagree with what you’re about to say.
“Summer O’Brien said that,” You pause and swallow, feeling more foolish by the second for taking her words so seriously now that you have to explain them to Steve. “Some guys go on dates even when they don’t like the girl. And if the kiss is bad...”
You trail off, voice meek as you take in Steve’s furrowed brow. He looks serious, frowning at the planks of the dock as he mulls your words.
“That it means that he doesn’t like you?” He asks sincerely. He is trying hard to understand why one butchered kiss had warranted such a reaction. You nod, pulling your knees in tighter to your chest.
Steve can’t help it, he snorts in disbelief. “That’s complete horseshit. That— that makes no sense! With that logic, if I kissed you it would be a terrible kiss because- because I don’t like you like that!”
Oh, fuck. Steve regrets saying it the moment it’s out of his mouth.
Because it’s not the truth. Even if he hasn’t fully admitted it to himself, deep down, Steve knows there’s a part that’s always considered it. A small piece of his heart that had been cordoned off in case you ever wanted it.
In that moment, Steve is taken aback by how quickly the desire flares up in his chest, warm and longing. He wants you to want it.
Thankfully, you don’t scrutinize his words too hard. Instead, you laugh a bit too bitterly, gaze returning to the mirror surface of the lake ahead. “That’s... not the same thing, Steve.”
You sound dejected, like Steve had missed the point, slumping down a bit further.
“Y’don’t believe me?” He finds himself asking, leaning closer. He plants a hand on the ground beside him, shifts so you’re even closer.
You perk up at his question and swivel your head in his direction. He doesn’t miss how your eyes steal a glance at his lips, how your grip on your arm tightens just a tad.
“If I kiss you — a proper good kiss,” Steve wills his voice not to waver over the coming lie. “Even though I don’t like you in that way, will you accept that Summer O’Brien talks nonsense?”
You’ve gone wide-eyed, silent at the close proximity between you and Steve now. But still he catches the small, nearly imperceptible, nod you give. You clear your throat, straightening up just a bit and accidentally bring you two nearer as you do. You can feel Steve’s breath fan over you face, can count the freckles on his nose when you’re this close.
His hair ruffles under a soft wind and his hazel eyes watch you intently, waiting for a clearer sign that he’s allowed to kiss you. Your heart softens, even more so than when he’d first brought up a kiss between you two.
You nod again, “Yeah. Alright.”
Steve nods as well, as though steeling himself and you find him searching your face — hunting, scouring for something in it. You’re not sure if he finds it.
You’re not sure what can be read on your face; if he can see the nervousness that’s got nothing to do with being kissed and all to do with being kissed by him.
It’s almost comical that your miserable kiss with Jeremy has somehow led you here. About to kiss the man who had consumed your thoughts and ruined the last kiss you’d received.
It’s bittersweet that it’s to prove a point — to prove his feelings are not at all the same as yours. There is no desperately pressed down pining from him that you’ve become so accustomed to yourself. You’re foolish to hope for more, you think. Maybe worse is that you’ll take what you can get.
A kiss from your best friend, as a consolation to soothe your heart over the fact that he doesn’t feel the same. Won’t ever feel the same.
Steve moves first.
Where Jeremy’s lips had been rough and dry, Steve’s are soft and sweet. Softer than you’re expecting. Your eyes slide shut instinctively as the plush feel of his bottom lip meets your own, gentle in the way it scrapes across yours.
You can’t help the quiet gasp that catches in your throat but Steve doesn’t kiss you. He hovers, lips catching softly against your own, not quite moving forward. He’s still asking permission. Still giving you time to pull out if you change your mind.
Something thrums in your chest at his care, spreading warm and nervous in all the right ways. In all the ways that had been wrong earlier in the evening. It whips up inside you, some tornado of affection and this time, you’re the one who moves forward.
You capture Steve’s mouth with yours, leaning into him, and Steve’s responding hum may as well be your favourite song the way it echoes in your head.
His hand moves, hesitating for only a moment before he cups your jaw and pulls you in even more. The kiss is breathtaking — the sweet press of his mouth against your own that inspires pure elation between your ribs, warmth that urges you forward until your hand twists into his shirt without thinking.
The kiss breaks. Suddenly, one kiss becomes two, becomes three, because Steve has to drink his fill while he’s allowed. You respond in earnest, stealing kisses just as fervently.
He knows now this is a mistake. Steve isn’t sure how he’s ever supposed to go back to being just your friend now that he’s had a taste of your lips, now that he knows what it’s like to kiss you and hold you and— shit, Steve’s pretty sure he’s red in the face, heart racing so loud you must hear it. He’s given himself away.
“That...” Steve croaks, unsure where he’s going with this. He’s still trying to save his heart after being burnt so many times. He realises his hand is still cupping your face and releases you.
Your face crumples a bit at the motion, pulling back, and Steve can see how you suck in a breath. “So,” You begin, voice quiet. “That was proof of a good kiss even though you don’t like me?”
You’re repeating his own words and yet Steve’s lie sounds so much worse on your lips. He shakes his head, dips in closer, trying to regain that closeness you’d given up.
“Yes. No! I mean,” Steve fumbles for a bit, trying to read your shielded expression desperately.
He can’t tell if the thread of hope, the part of him that sings she likes you too is some false voice leading him to treachery. Steve decides it doesn’t matter; not when you’re looking at him like he’s just hurt you instead of kissed you.
“I lied.” He breathes, a tiny shake of his head. Your head tilts up in an instant, some mixture of expressions crossing your face. Steve continues, the truth rolling off his tongue easy now that he’s broken the floodgate. “I lied. I said I don’t like you like that and that was a lie. I’m sorry if that— shit, I didn’t think the kiss would...”
He trails off, apology and explanation all bundled up and forgotten as Steve tries to comprehend everything that kiss had forced to the surface. Had you felt it too?
“Would what?” You ask timidly. Something splashes quietly in the lake behind you. Steve can see the twilight moon reflected in your eyes. He thinks it might be his new favourite colour.
“Would feel like that.” He whispers, eyes locked on yours. “I didn’t know it could feel like that. I don’t think a kiss has ever—” He breaks off, some disbelieving laugh punching out of him, a gentle smile curling on his mouth. “—Ever made me feel that way.”
Steve’s lost control of the situation entirely. What had started as him comforting his best friend had spiraled to suggesting a kiss to convince you of a lie to this.
The question, the want, comes from deep in his chest, pulled from his very bloodstream.
“Can I do it again?” He asks.
His hand moves to cradle your jaw, just as he had been not a minute ago, and his heart flip-flops at the way you lean into him. It could be on purpose — or by pure instinct. Steve isn’t sure which one he prefers, just that he could get used to the weight, to holding you this way.
He barely manages to murmur out his please? before your lips are upon his again. The force of it pushes him back, surprised for a moment before he catches himself. His other hand sweeps around your middle and he pulls you in tighter. 
“Yes,” you murmur, the words scratching against his lips between the kisses. Your chest heaves, your heart soars, some happy ache in your chest. It’s a wonder you both manage to stop smiling enough to kiss.
“Yes, anytime.” You promise, a little breathless. You mean it. You want him to kiss you now, tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, for as many days as he’ll allow.
Anytime. Steve likes the sound of that. He thinks he’ll start with right now.
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jacksdinonuggets · 6 months ago
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Teasing
Summary: Alastor teases vaggie about being small and she is not happy about it. It makes her feel upset and she begins to slip. Luckily, her big bro Angel is there to save her.
Inspired by literally two sentences from Chapter 53 of CrowsAce age regression book on AO3
Vaggie was sitting on a couch in the lobby, hunched over paperwork. She wanted Charlie to take a break from a bunch of hell work that she needed, and offered to take care of it. Luckily, It wasn’t stressing her out too much. If anything, it made her feel bored. But she pushed those bored feelings away and tried to focus on the papers in front of her. 
While she was working, she unconsciously put her thumb in her mouth and began chewing and sucking on it. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it, being too engaged in the paperwork in front of her.
“My, My, Shouldn’t you be using a pacifier instead of your thumb, dear?” Alastor teleported before her, making her jump and pull the thumb out of her mouth. She had just realized what she had been doing.
“Shut up, Alastor, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vaggie tried playing dumb.
“Of course you do, darling! You were just sucking on your thumb like the dumb little baby you are,” Alastor teased. Usually, vaggie liked being lightly teased when small. When Big, it was a bit annoying but coming from Alastor, it felt like an insult. 
“Can you please leave me alone?” Vaggie asked, irritated. She didn’t even know how Alastor found out. She made sure to only regress in front of the others, not him. He was the worst and she hated his guts. She knew that if he ever found out, he would make fun of her. And that she was right.
“I cannot, Leaving little ones alone is never good!” He said. He knew what he was doing. And he was having a grand ol time doing it
“Shut the fuck up, Al!” Vaggie yelled at him. She was getting really pissed now.
“Oh my, you seem a bit cranky. Does the baby need a diaper change?” 
“I told you to leave me alone!” Vaggie was blushing slightly from the comment. Not because she needed one, but mainly because she was still slightly embarrassed that she used them when little.
“That’s no way to talk to your elders, Vaggie, dear. Do you want me to take away dessert? It’s not like you need it anyways…” He whispered that last part but she still heard it. She had unconsciously whimpered, slipping a little.
“Oi, Smiles, Leave ‘er alone!” Angel walked up to him, seeming pretty pissed. He was sitting at the bar, talking to husk when he heard him talking to her. He wasn’t going to intervene because he still saw vaggie as a stone cold bitch but then he realized that she was getting upset. He didn’t want Alastor to ruin her regression, so he stepped in.
“Ah, the crackhead to the rescue,”
“Come on, Vags, you can do that paperwork lat’a,” Angel dust lightly grabbed her hand and started to pull her away from the living room area. He could sense she was starting to slip too.
Angel walked her to the nursery room and locked the door behind them, hoping Alastor would have enough decency to not follow them. It pissed him off that Alastor was practically bullying Vaggie. Clearly, she didn’t want to be teased by him, yet he continued. That’s technically being a bully. 
He noticed a couple of tears leaking out of Vaggie’s eyes. His face softened and he moved closer to her.
“Hey, what’s wrong, Sweetie?” Angel asked, putting one set of hands on her small shoulders.
“I am jus a dumb baby…” She mumbled. Angel sighed, he wished that Alastors words hadn’t gotten to her yet.
“Hey, yer not a dumb baby. Yeah, maybe a baby at some times, but yer the cutest one ever. Charlie and Carmilla would agree,” He placed his hands on her cheeks and began to wipe away some tears.
Vaggie immediately wrapped her small arms around him, giving him a big hug. 
“F’ank’s Angie,” She mumbled into his stomach. Yes, she is that short. 
“Yer welcome, Vags. Wanna baba or sippy?” He asked, knowing she’d be a little dehydrated from crying. And the fact that he hadn’t seen her drink any water that day.
“Baba, p’ease,” She replied. He lifted her up and carried her by his hip with two arms while the other’s made the bottle with ice water. Once he was done, he held it up to her lips.
“Lean yer head back a bits fer me, kay?” He told her. She leaned a little bit back and began to drink the water. It was nice and soothing against her scratchy, dehydrated throat. 
Angel took care of Vaggie for the rest of her regression time. Feeding her, changing her, playing with her, anything a caregiver would do, he did it too. He would lightly tease, but made sure Vaggie was okay with it beforehand. Maybe Angel would become one of her approved babysitters.
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blainesebastian · 2 years ago
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sticks & stones
words: 2,546 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “ Austin launches his relationship with his girlfriend, she has a few thousand followers on IG and will post lots of selfies/risque photos and everyone’s tearing her down saying she’s too slutty/Austin is to classy for her?”  warnings: none notes: thanks for reading!! slightly different from request. will re-open my requests after i finish this next fic i’m working on :) thanks everyone!  tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted
You've always been pretty liberal with posting photos of yourself. Your mother has this saying that she got from these old-timey song lyrics that goes 'accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative'—and it kinda just boils down to that for you? You appreciate a lot about your looks, your body, not in a completely conceded way, but in admiration. Too many women in your opinion aren’t fond with their looks or find something wrong with themselves, that's human, and you definitely have those moments. But you've also worked very hard to love yourself, every part of you. Your body supports you, nourishes you, is your home. Not that you post for anyone other than yourself? but you can't remember a time when anyone's ever had a problem with you either.
At least not until recently.
It comes and goes in waves ever since you started dating Austin—it never ceases to amaze you the audacity some people have online, how they're incredibly bold to strangers just because you so happen to be dating someone specific. You melt it all down to jealousy, you quell down the voices in the back of your mind that start to agree with terrible comments you've read and ignore it because what's the point?
You talk yourself out of it bothering you—until you can't.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, you doom scroll as your other hand holds a cup of matcha tea. You take a sip every so often but you're not really paying attention to anything other than the commentary on these candid photos that have been posted. You went to this Italian restaurant for dinner with Austin and his sister to celebrate her birthday and you're wearing a stunning navy-blue dress. It's got an open back, thin gold chains holding it together. The front is high-neck and you paired it with strappy gold heels and…really you've worn this dress around your own family and have gotten so many compliments. There's nothing wrong with it?
If you allow yourself to dive into the black hole of what's 'appropriate' for a woman to wear to dinner, you might not ever return. It'll never change the fact that people have strong opinions on absolutely everything and they somehow deem to apply it to you, what you want to wear, or how you and Austin are in your relationship. You and Austin have so much mutual love and respect for one another, he has never made you feel less than or like you should feel guilty or embarrassed for knowing and appreciating yourself.
And he's certainly never complained about what you've worn. You often know what he thinks about your clothes because he tells you—and something that you love best? No matter whether you're wearing a pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts or an elaborate dress from Fashion Week, the compliment is always in the same wheelhouse—'you're beautiful'.
So…why are these range of comments beginning to bother you? Especially when you realize the small sample size is women. You can’t even appreciate when others step in to back you up.
kelly_allen: she wore that to a…family dinner? austin44: yikes jessi1030: 😍😍😍 elvisfan: oh come on guys, maybe they’re going to a club afterwards? stylespreseleyhearted: pretty sure what she’s wearing is no one’s business—besides, do you see Austin complaining?? elvisthepelvis: bro just saying, his last gf wasn’t nearly as slutty
You don't even hear Austin come into the kitchen but suddenly he's in front of you, gently taking your phone out of your hand with a soft expression, "Told you not to look at that crap."
You crinkle your nose—were you being that obvious? "I know," You turn to lean back against the counter as Austin sets your phone face down, moving to stand in front of you and carefully pin you against the surface. His arms create a cage as he tilts his head down to nip at your lower lip, causing you to laugh. "Sometimes it's hard to avoid."
Austin hums lightly, lifting his one hand to cup your cheek. You turn into the touch a little, pressing a kiss to his palm and closing your eyes for a few moments to take a breath.
"It doesn't bother you?" You ask, gazing up into his blue ones, "What people say?"
He shakes his head before trailing his thumb over your lower lip, "It bothers me that you're upset."
Letting out a soft sigh, you roll your eyes to the ceiling before a semi-dramatic huff leaves your lips. You tilt forward a little until your forehead rests against Austin’s shoulder and it’s…a perfectly good spot right now. His arms move to wrap around your frame, squeezing, one hand massaging circles into your spine. Up and down in a soothing motion, almost perfect enough to fall asleep to.
You just…come to the decision that you can’t let it sit with you. It’s alright to let it upset you, you’re human and you have real emotions, but those words don’t have to plant seeds of doubt—there is nothing wrong with utterly being yourself.
Tilting your head back up, you give Austin a small smile, “I love you.”
He playfully grabs your chin with his fingers, his own matching smile as he leans down to kiss you in response.
--
Everything’s fine until it isn’t.
You kinda remove yourself from social media for a little bit, not deactivating anything, just not actively posting any updates about you and Austin or yourself. It’s definitely unlike you but you feel like you need a cleanse? To just get back on track of just doing your own thing without worrying about what anyone else thinks.
And that works for a while.
You’re out and about to grab lunch with a friend and after you’ve done that, you stop at a coffee shop that you frequent to get a latte that you’re only slightly obsessed with. It’s a nice day out so you’re wearing this t-shirt dress that hikes up the leg, showing off a thigh tattoo you have. You’ve paired it with this jean corset that creates a silhouette look, it’s one of your favorite fashion combinations to put together.
You turn to walk out of the café with your order and hold the door for someone behind you and you feel what happens before you even have time to process it. That same person says your name and there’s a fraction of a second where you’re confused because you’re ninety percent sure you don’t know them—
Then, “Slut.” And they toss their drink down the front of you.
You gasp and take a step back out of instinct and your mouth hangs open, not necessarily out of pain even though the coffee is hot, but because you’re shocked.
One of the baristas who know you and Austin well as regulars rushes out from behind the counter to hand you a hand-towel and ask you if you’re alright but…you can barely grasp the towel to begin patting yourself down, let alone answer their question. Emotions are heavy and quick, hitting you like a ton of bricks. Your eyes burn with tears and this lump appears in your throat that is incredibly difficult to swallow over.
You barely push out the words thank you before handing the towel back and rushing out of the doorway, making a b-line for home.
--
It’s a mixed bag of emotions and maybe you’re pissed off because you have no idea how to actually feel. You’re angry and vulnerable and sick to your stomach all at once, you don’t even realize your hands are shaking until you tear off your clothes and toss them on the floor. You lean against the sink in your stained nude bra and underwear, squeezing the sink, not being able to look yourself in the mirror because you know you’ll cry.
Austin chooses that exact moment to walk in the front door.
You quickly turn the shower on and reach for the bathroom door as your boyfriend wanders into the bedroom, “Hey Y/N.”
And you can’t quite close it now, giving him a ghost of a smile as you leave it open a crack to say, “Hey, just gonna grab a shower.”
But your voice does not sound like your own and Austin immediately picks up on that, taking a step closer. His eyebrows draw together as he touches the door, “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” You reply, a bit too quickly.
Now Austin’s concerned, you can see the look right on his face because he knows you’re lying. He gently pushes on the door a bit more, getting you to take a step back.
“Austin—” You shake your head.
His eyes flutter across you then to the stained clothes on the floor, “What happened?”
Your voice changes, just slightly, because now you’re starting to get worked up. You just want him to leave you alone at the very same time that you want to tell him everything. And yet the words stick like glue in the back of your mouth because you know this was one of his fans that’s done this to you and…your interaction with Austin’s fans have always been pleasant. They’ve been nice and thoughtful and respectful so the fact that this happened feels messed up even more than it already is.
“Coffee happened,” You reply, voice sharp as you motion to the floor, “Obviously.”
“Y/N.” He says and it’s gentle, far too gentle and yet it somehow feels like a dagger right between your ribs and suddenly everything spills right out.
“Oh my god,” You scoff out a laugh, running a hand over your forehead, pushing your hair back. “What happened was I was at the café on the corner and when I went to leave, someone called me a slut and thew coffee at me. Okay? Happy?”
Austin stands there for a moment, a mixture of emotions passing over his face, his jaw clenching in that way where you know he’s pissed off. He doesn’t say anything though, like you expect he might, instead he takes a step forward and clasps the back of your neck with the palm of his hand. He draws you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and you’re tense for a long few moments until you just…melt against his embrace.
That’s when the tears come.
There’s no loud sobbing but a stream of silent crying against his shoulder, turning your face into his neck and sniffling, fingers gathering the fabric of his shirt in your hands as your shoulders tremble. He doesn’t move for a long time, just keeps you against him, his hand stroking through your hair and massaging along your shoulders. He pulls back just slightly to look down at you, his hand cupping your cheek and removing a tear track with his thumb.
“M'sorry baby,” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You shake your head, sniffling again—your face feels puffy and wet, eyes red-rimmed, a bit congested from crying. A mess, really, can’t even imagine what you must look like. The thing is—he doesn’t have to apologize to you. He’s not in control of any of this, especially his fans. You know it’s not one hundred percent responsibility but moreso he cares that you’re upset, he’s hurt because you’re hurting.
“I love you.” Austin says, tilting your chin up just slightly so that your gazes meet.
That always manages to pull the softest of smiles from you and this is no different, regardless of how terrible you feel. You nod as you rest your hand on his chest, a point of connection, grounding, as Austin tugs you into his embrace again.
--
A few days pass since the incident and Austin has been relatively quiet about it. It's not that he's ignoring the situation or refusing to talk about it but rather he's just giving you open space to talk to him, or not talk at all. You appreciate that more than you can really put into words, you're not quite sure what you'd say anyways. It's such a push and pull kind of situation—you know that tensions and emotions run really high for fans, they feel a connection to Austin as real as the one you have with him, even if it's not the same at all. You don't want to disrespect that, you get that fans are also what make Austin's work so important—he cares about them and what they bring to the table in terms of his stardom. But at the same time? you definitely feel insulted, hurt, and you don't understand what you've done exactly to deserve such strong words and actions from a stranger.
It's a warmer day out and Austin's decided to take you out because you both have time off (secretly you know he's just trying to make you feel better, but it's working). It's a pretty lazy day, you're wearing a soft yellow sundress, a bit sheer, but it hangs on you beautifully. You're on your way to a brunch after visiting a farmer's market, a tote bag filled with fresh produce, cheese and some homemade fruit pastries that you couldn't pass up.
You wander down the sidewalk, Austin ending up behind you and it takes you a moment to turn around...to see him taking a video of you. Your cheeks flush pink and you kinda give him this look before laughing,
"What are you doing?"
"Filming my beautiful girlfriend." Austin replies, like it's obvious. "Do a twirl or somethin'."
You laugh, shaking your head, "No, stop."
"C'mon, can't be wearin' a pretty dress like that for no reason."
You roll your eyes but you're grinning, so you do what he asks. You do a playful twirl and come to meet him, grabbing his other hand as he flips the video around so that it's in selfie mode, you pressed up against his chest. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips before ending the video. Lazily wrapping your arms around his waist, you watch as he taps open his Instagram on his phone, your eyebrows lifting slightly. You...didn't actually think he was going to do anything with the video he took. He snaps photos and takes videos all the time but they never end up on social media, which is fine, you know Austin isn't as active as you are on apps.
But for him to be...putting this on his story?
"Austin."
"I know what I'm doin'." He replies, drawing an arm around your shoulder. He presses a kiss to your temple and uploads the video to his story with the comment 'main character energy' and you can't help but snort out a laugh because he's ridiculous and cute and…sweet. And you fall a little bit more in love with him in that very moment.
He waits until the video loads before he closes his phone, putting it back into his pocket. Giving you a soft smile, he leans down to brush a kiss along the bridge of your nose. You hum lightly, eyes fluttering closed as you soak in the moment with him.
He definitely didn't need to do that? But it makes all the difference.
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the-heart-of-a-monster · 6 months ago
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Before I begin, I wanna say that I already sent an ask that was an unfinished version of this. I had to painstakingly go into Google Docs and copy/paste all my writing/theorizing on here because for some reason when I write a slightly long ask my tumblr just has a meltdown. I meant to delete that first ask and send this one instead, but I couldn’t see anything because of said meltdown and accidentally sent it. Hope you see this finished version instead! Would be really embarrassing if you didn’t…
So yeah. Everything after this is copy-pasted and then continued from the unfinished version. Thanks for your patience!
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Yes yes, I’m back! I disappeared again for a while but I have returned once more to offer my theories and thoughts! And oh boy do I have thoughts…
Okay so first off I wanna disregard what I said last time about Sonic asking for Shadow to come inside earlier because uhh… Idk what I was thinking. Wow. Hot take from me lol. Guess I was losing the hype from rereading the page a buncha times in a row or something, because I don’t know what I was implying with that. So uh yeah sorry about that I guess.
Anywhizzle with that thankfully out of the way, I can continue on to the meat of these new pages! Sonic himself.
Bro needs himself a snickers-
I’m kidding, (No I’m not) but with jokes aside, this page just gave us something huge! Not only can Sonic transform in the daytime now with limited shade, but he can also transform if he feels just the slightest bit of negativity/anger, and he also doesn’t even turn into a Werehog anymore! He’s gone full Gaia mode now! He honestly looks like a coyote mixed with a wolf if you squint. Pretty cool! But this honestly just opens up so many more doors for so many more questions! What does this mean for Dark Gaia? Will it affect Chip? Can Sonic turn back into his hedgehog self? If so, is it based on a time limit, his emotions, or can he turn back whenever he wants to? Does he even know that he’s transformed yet? Does he know it’s him? AAAAAUUUUGHHGHHH SO MANY QUESTIONSSSSSSS!!!!! 😫
I do also wanna say that Sonic is so definitely right. I don’t really remember what Shadow said, but I do know it wasn’t this. Instead of Sonic ignoring his problems, now it’s Shadow, and that’s the exact opposite of what this whole entire comic has been about. Throughout this series, Shadow has always been the more level-headed of the three, (Sonic Chip and Shadow) and he was always the one to help Sonic get through the night when he transformed into the Werehog. I think he even wanted to spill the beans to someone once or twice, but refrained because he just couldn’t do that to Sonic. Pretty sure I’m remembering things wrong on that front though so. But you get the idea. Shadow ignoring his behavior and ignoring Sonic after everything they went through together… It isn’t like him. Yes, he’s a loner. Yes, he’s pretty edgy. Yes, he’s an idiot. But he isn’t stupid. He isn’t ignorant. Shadow is not like this.
Now Shadow trying to explain away his anger and behavior towards Sonic and his distance by saying “Oh, well, I just got really pissed and I lost control.” But then Sonic hits him with the Uno Reverse and transforms into his new Gaia form right in front of his face, snarling at him and getting all angry in front of the ebony hedgehog, hardly saying anything but a few clipped words. Sonic sees the hypocrisy in Shadow’s words and is not about to let him live it down. He sees the guilt, sees the negativity, and knows.
Which is why, when he turns into probably the scariest version of himself so far for the first time ever, he doesn’t scream or howl in pain or act irrational about it. Sonic, despite everything that’s been going on, remains in control of himself and his actions. He stares down at Shadow and says “And…?” As if he’s making a point. Like he’s calling someone out for their crimes or whatever. And he is. To Sonic, Shadow’s ignorance is like a slight on himself, a quick jab at Sonic’s character. And after everything they’ve been through and after what just happened in the cave, the blue blur ain’t gonna take such an insult very well. But again, despite his anger and despite himself and despite his brand new transformation, Sonic doesn’t really lash out at Shadow, instead showing him that “Losing control” is not a good excuse. Shadow may have lost control of his body, but to Sonic, that’s just an everynight thing now. He doesn’t care about that, doesn’t care about what Shadow looked like or how he felt, and instead cared about his actions.
I’ve been going on and on for a long while now with my “Sonic still is going to hide his emotions and feels like crap and still feels bad about himself” mantra, but this scene in particular is making me reconsider that. I feel like before all this happened, Sonic wouldn’t do what he just did now. I don’t think he would be so blunt/careless. I mean he isn’t being careless, there just isn’t really a better way to explain it. Beforehand, Sonic would’ve believed such an excuse and would’ve been like “Oh yeah I guess that makes sense.” But now he seems a lot more controlled, a lot more in his element. He seems more like himself. 
Despite everything, it’s still him.
So maybe Sonic is learning. Maybe Sonic is growing. Maybe he’s finally understanding that he’s still himself and that he doesn’t have to hide. Or maybe I’m being too hopeful and sleep-deprived to really get the true message. I don’t know. 🤷‍♀️ 
All in all, this took me half an hour to get through due to technical difficulties and because I had to put my sleep-deprived brain to work for this one so I am gonna leave it here and brush my teeth. Thank you so much for reading this hunk of junk, means a lot to me! Have a great day/night!
(I’m also so excited for the next page lol)
by chaos, despite everything, it’s still him.
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writingsbychlo · 1 year ago
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Okay I was thinking about this the other day but how do we feel about a tamlin redemption arc? I personally think sjm has so much potential with him as a character but I also know what he did was messed up so it’s just something I think about a lot and always want other people’s inputs
what he did was messed up yeah but my guy was also fucking traumatised himself after 50 years of being responsible for literally every single person in prythian. HE was the one who was supposed to break that curse. EVERYONE was waiting for him. HE was the one who spent 50 years sending his friends to die and trying to fall in love with their killers to save everyone.
he didn’t handle it well, but like, who could he expected to? honestly like yeah it was wrong but it was a trauma response, all he ever wanted was to keep feyre safe and alive and protect her.
my real beef is the fact that for personal revenge feyre destroyed an entire court because someone gave her a panic attack. babygirl we’ve all been pushed to the point of panic attacks but we don’t actually ruin the lives of thousands of innocent people as a result.
like the people of the spring court? who just wanted to rebuild their homes and recover from the poverty? and she ruined every chance they had. she destroyed their economy and infrastructure and reputation for what? she left them vulnerable to attack and conquer for what? ridiculous behaviour. far more villainous than anything tamlin ever did.
and that nonsense about the tithe? like yeah okay it’s a shitty old tradition that needs changing. but hello where was rhys changing shitty traditions when he kept Velaris a secret from the majority of people in the night court who might’ve needed it? “the people from hewn city are savages though” right but did Mor not come from there? and we’re just gonna overlook entirely the fact that she’s supposedly the only acceptable one with absolutely no explanation for that? alright. and the Illyrians are brutes. but we’re just gonna overlook cassian and azriel and emerie and barth because it’s convenient? like all I’m saying is that these reputations are obviously generalisations and he’s in the wrong too.
if I’m being so for real right now, and I say this as somebody who fucking loves rhys, he’s not even top three best high lords.
helion, thesan and tarquin. no fucking cap these three genuinely wanted what was best for the continent at any given time. thesan hosted the high lords meeting and was pulling up ready to share technology and antidotes?? he fixed luciens eye after he saw what happened and I’ve never seen even a speck of debt for that.
tarquin really got manipulated and robbed when he would’ve been willing to help had they just asked and been honest and willing to trust, and still he didn’t declare war or march across borders which he was entitled to, he sent blood rubies. it was basically a text that said ‘hands on sight if i see u again bro’ and called it a day. he fr didn’t want beef. he opened his home to spring court people instantly after feyre had her petty revenge moment.
helion lives for the vibes and i stand by it the man was ready to fight ready to help ready to show up and show out. perfection. an angel. i see where lucien gets it. an unbothered king.
so like, tamlin. yeah. I think he got done dirty for what happened. all in all what did he really do? accidentally played a role in killing rhys’ family by spilling a location detail? alright but rhys and his father intentionally killed tamlin’s family.
locked feyre up? yeah after being abused for 50 years himself those 5 months he didn’t handle his trauma right, damn yeah he really got what he deserved 🙄
that comment at the high lord’s meeting? he was a man wounded and scarred and embarrassed and tbh it wasn’t even that bad. rhys and feyre fr overracted. azriels lil comment was quite enough. they wonder why he keeps acting up like they don’t keep making a mockery of him??? like??? I KNOW we’ve all said and done mean/petty things like that when we’re hurt, don’t deny. I’ve never brought an entire kingdom to its knees but pop off ig.
so yeah. I still love all the characters. feyre is still great. I still adore rhys. I still like tamlin.
I just think tamlin gets the most insane amount of hate compared to the actions of the other characters. he deserves his redemption arc massively.
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adorejungkook · 2 years ago
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Baby Got Back!!
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CHAPTER 5
Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you,  before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”. 
Warnings; profanity? mentions of sex
chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5, 6
“Hey, are y’all hungry? Jimin’s ordering takeout,”
Taehyung, fucking Taehyung of all people is talking through the door as Jungkook looks around the room helplessly, two seconds away from crying at his predicament.
“Okay, j- just wait, don’t come in,” Jungkook huffs as he frantically wipes his chest with your pretty panties. He stuffs them into his suitcase and buries them under his clothes, sighing at how he’d have to wash everything now. Quickly buttoning his jeans, he slips through the door to talk to his older friend.
“Holy shit, dude!” Taehyung exclaimed, looking the sweaty boy in front of him over with wide eyes, “You guys just fucked?!” 
“Shut upppp,” Jungkook groaned, rolling his head back as he shoved Taehyung into the living room where Jimin was scrolling through their food options on his phone on the couch. He really had a taste for something spicy.
“Bro, Jungkook just railed ___” Tae giggled, plopping down beside the blue-haired boy. 
“They had sex?” Jimin looked up with a grimace at his friend’s vulgarity. 
“Bruh, have some respect. Jungkook’s packin’, he can’t simply have sex. The man does the dirty, he performs coitus, he fornicates-”
“The fuck is wrong with you, shut up!” Jungkook hisses, glancing back at the hallway that leads to your room. He prayed that you were still soaking in the tub, quickly pulling his mind away from that visual knowing what happened the last time he thought about it. 
“We didn’t… make love…”
“Make love,” Jimin snorts, looking at the youngest boy with pity, “He’s seriously whipped,” 
Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared down at the floor, seemingly searching the carpet for an answer Jungkook wasn’t willing to tell him.
“If you didn’t slut her out, then why do you look like you did? If you didn’t, then can I?”
“Yeah, ditto on that,”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched and his eyes closed. He understood that you weren’t his yet, but the way that his friends didn’t shy away from professing their attraction, and in such an outward manner in front of him was hard to deal with sometimes. His attraction to you was way past physical, though he doubted they’d take him seriously after what he was about to profess.
“I didn’t do anything with her, I just jacked off…” He mumbled with a frown, cupping his hand over the back of his neck. 
Jimin’s mouth fell agape. Was he seriously more shocked by this than by Taehyung’s outburst?
Tae still didn’t seem to get it, rubbing his chin in thought. Jungkook’s embarrassment was slowly blossoming into annoyance. He knew it was his fault this conversation was happening in the first place, but he didn’t think the dramatics were necessary.
“You’re pretty innocent, Kook. Mutual masturbation is a little too Mormon for me but that’s cute for you two…”
Yeah, Jungkook was done with this. He’d rather just come out with it completely than let Tae say anything else. He could tell that he was two seconds away from telling them about his recurrent sexy-nun dream. 
“I jacked off by myself. Alone, with my own hand, okay? I just thought about her, you know? Couldn't help it…” 
He felt awful, having said it all out loud. You made him act like a little boy and you weren’t doing a single thing. He had to get his act together before you found out how much of a mess he was.
Click.
Your door has opened and Jungkook freezes as he listens to the pitter-patter of your feet as you shuffle down the hall.   
God, they’re still laughing.
“What’s so funny,” You ask with a smile as you round the corner. Jungkook notes the shirt you’re wearing. It’s the one he won for you at a carnival about a year ago, he could still make out the little stain on your collar from the root beer float you shared. You had insisted on just sharing the one, talking about how expensive the food was there. It was little moments like that that made him jump around you, too close to his heart for him to handle.
“When are they ever funny?” he responds, returning your smile shyly. He can’t help but take a few steps back as you come further into the room. Whether it was because of the sweet memory from some time ago, or his less-than-sweet fantasies from about twenty minutes earlier, he didn’t know.
“Listen,” Jimin wheezed, hands holding his stomach, probably aching from the “Humiliate jungkook!”-fest he just had, “ Let’s just go out, yeah? Pick up something real quick, everyone’s starving,”
You shrugged, grabbing the jacket draped over the sofas and slipping into it. Jungkook noted, with much displeasure, that it was Jimin’s. You’d look cuter in Jungkook’s, but that was a thought he kept to himself. “I’ll go pick something up, I’m good at finding local spots,”
“ Oh, I’ll come with you!” Jungkook squeaked, already hurrying towards the door to open it for you, “ I’ll  pay too,”
He didn’t want to pay, but who ever wanted to pay? Anything to spend a little time with you, right?
 You waited until you were both situated in the car, you in the passenger seat with Jungkook having insisted on driving, to respond to him.
”You know I’m not letting you pay, right?” You asked, looking over at the boy whose eyes jumped from you to the road every half a second.
You were so stubborn, it was almost shocking. The only person in the world who would turn down free food, he admired you for your selflessness but come on, let him be gentlemanly!  After the stunt he pulled in your shared room today, be paying for your next five meals….and probably buying you some more underwear?
 He couldn’t figure out how he was going to explain that kind of gift, yet. 
“I promise that this will be the only time I’m not gonna listen to you,” He said strongly, flashing you an apologetic smile before looking up at the GPS. You had apparently picked some soul food spot, which Jungkook was happy about. When’s the last time he’s had some cornbread?
 When they arrive about 15 minutes later, Jungkook’s eyes light up at the scene. When you said local, you meant local. It was a small building that stood alone on its corner, with a couple of tables outside that were mostly occupied. Most importantly, he could smell it from inside the car. Oh, Jungkook was ready to feast. 
This was a cute spot, he was excited to be here with you. Something like this doesn’t happen often, being left alone with you. He didn’t want it to end so soon.
“Hey, uhm,” Jungkook paused, looking out the window as he gathered his thought, “You know, this place is kinda far from our place…the food will get cold,”
“Yeah,” You sighed, slumping into your seat, “We don’t even have a microwave in there, we’ll have to heat it on the stove. I’m starting to think that guy…Jin, right? Yeah, I think he got half those pictures off of Pinterest or something,”
“Right, so…maybe we should eat here?” Jungkook offered a little quieter than before. It’s his way of asking you on a date, even though it’d be unofficial. He's not ballsy enough for that, though he’s planning on it.
 It’s a 278 plan and right now he’s on step 12. 
 12. 
“Oh, like a date?” You asked nonchalantly, already taking your seatbelt off. 
Was that a serious question? 
The answer was yes, but he could already feel the denial rolling off his tongue. How did you know?! 
“That sounds cool, The guys are gonna be pissed we’re bringing them back cold food,” You giggled before stepping out of your side and closing it.
Jungkook laughs to himself. 
After the shit Tae and Jimin put him through earlier, you were the only reason they weren’t having McDonald's. 
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quartz420 · 11 months ago
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Fallin' for ya
Geto Suguru x reader
Synopsis: Suguru and reader heavily pine for eachother, that's basically it ☆ Reader has no gender, fluff, pining, everyone kind of playing matchmaker ☆ Words: 1241 ☆ Note: Just felt like writing a short pining fic for him, like i need to this guy happy that's all
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“And that is why digimon is better than Pokémon.” Gojo exclaimed. His hands waving in an exaggerated manner, Shoko sighed while exhaling some smoke. “Satoru, that’s gotta be the worst take you’ve ever had, everyone knows Pokémon is way better. Digimon is just a rip off.” The duo continued arguing. Geto, on the other hand, gazed into the distance; his mind preoccupied by other thoughts. He hadn’t been listening to the conversation for a while now and his friends quickly took notice of that.
“So what is it you’re thinking about instead of proving Shoko wrong?” the white haired teenager question. “Don’t tell me, is it the first year?” Shoko soon joined in. “It probably is, he’s got it bad for them.”
Geto groaned loudly, leaning more into the wall behind him. “Trust me, I really don’t.”  His hand started fiddling with the flip phone in his pocket; the two glanced at each other and snickered. The girl began: “Sure, we totally believe you. Because you totally don’t stare when they pass by.”  Gojo added: “And you absolutely do not release some curses, simply because they find it cute.” Geto lifted his hand and flipped them off, his eyes avoiding any type of glance. Sure he may or may not have done a few of these things, but that didn’t mean anything. Right?
“You guys can keep being dumbasses, I’m going to the vend-”, his phrase was interrupted when he saw you walking with Nanami and Haibara. He watched as you carelessly buzzed your way through whatever story you were telling, you hair bouncing with every step you took. Your laughter filled his ears in a weirdly pleasant way. “See, there he does it again. He’s staring Shoko.” Gojo interrupted his train of thought. “Shut up, I’m not staring.”
“Bro we literally saw you!”
“Hey Suguru!”  The black haired male felt his heart almost plunge out his throat as he recognized your voice. You were steadily approaching while dragging an unwilling Nanami along with you, he felt himself almost grip at his jacket. Gojo snorted while tapping him on the shoulder: “Good luck, don’t try to die over here.”  Geto never wanted to slap him so bad in his entire life.
“Hey guys, how was the mission?” you asked. Your fingers twiddling with your uniform, the two other boys followed soon after. Gojo countered: “Nothing the strongest can’t handle, right Suguru?” Geto nodded his head silently, not even trying to speak. His eyes were heavily avoiding yours, as if he was scared to even look at them. “Oh yeah, I just remember something.” Your hand went into your pocket, pulling out a pink flyer. “There’s this new bakery around the corner, apparently they have the best apple tarts.”
Haibara joyfully added: “Yeah, didn’t you want to ask Geto to come with you?”
“Haibara! C’mon man, he wasn’t supposed to know!” You softly yelled, hitting your oblivious friend’s shoulder. You felt a wave of embarrassment flow through you, fingers slowly grabbing the flyer a bit harder. Geto wasn’t sure if he heard it right, he didn’t even have the time to ask before his rowdy friend interjected. “That is perfect because he just felt like asking you too, isn’t that a coincidence?” Gojo obnoxiously swung his arm around him, his slender fingers poking his cheek. Geto didn’t even think about asking you, in fact, he did not know the bakery at all. “That is perfect then.” You softly giggled.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Your smile, the way you talked, the small charms on your blue backpack; he suddenly was aware of every single detail about you. He hated the feeling of nervousness when he was in your presence more than swallowing curses, he didn’t even understand why. Was he sick? Maybe he disliked you?
No, that wasn’t it. He never felt the need to get closer to anyone he disliked, so why did you have this effect on him?
“I’m going to get a drink at the vending machines.” Geto stated, lifting himself of the wall. He quickly turned his way to the machines and tried to rapidly march towards them.  While he walked away, Nanami didn’t miss the way your shoulders slightly drooped. You continued fiddling with the paper, as you felt too nervous to go after him without a reason. The blonde shook his head slightly, taking out some coins and handing them to you. “Could you get a drink for Yu, he’s thirsty.” Haibara let out a sound of confusion: “But I’m not, I got my water right-”
“Yes you are.” He gave him a look and leaned his head towards Geto, the brunette quickly caught on. “Oh yeah, you’re right. I did want some strawberry milk” You whispered a quiet thank you, as you excitedly ran after the after mentioned boy. Your cheeks hurt from how widely you were smiling, but you suddenly felt apprehensive. What if he didn’t want you there? Maybe that’s why he left. You looked back at your friends with a nervous look in your eyes, but they sent you a thumb up. Encouraging you to move forward.
Geto stood there, inserting coins into the machine. His action was disrupted as he noticed you approaching, and he suddenly felt nervous; wondering if his hair looking fine, maybe he should’ve combed it more this morning. “Finally caught up to you.” You happily exclaimed. “What are you so fast for?” Your joke went right over his ears, as your face caught his attention. Since when did you look so pretty?
“Becomes a habit after running a lap every day, that idiot Satoru has me running everywhere.” He faintly smiled. His drink made a loud crashing sound as it fell to the bottom; he crouched to grab it and then stood back up. In that time, you already caught your breath; you nervously searched for something in your bag. “I saw a store with sweets when we came back.” You still continued looking, after a while, you pulled out a green packet. “Saw this and thought you might like it, they’re apple candies. Since your technique can be quite unsavory at times, these may come in handy.” Your cheeks only grew hotter as u handed him the treats, your hands slightly trembling.
The boy was speechless. You brought him candy for the aftermath of eating curses, nobody really thought about that before. He gently took the candies into his hands, the cartoon apple on the packaging staring him back. He glimpsed back at your form, you face holding a sheepish smile; it hit him that he hadn’t thanked you yet. “Thank you…it’s very nice of you.” His stomach filled with butterflies, he suddenly couldn’t look at you in the face; as he felt his own being engulfed by an unfamiliar heat. The blaring noise of a bell cut the moment short.
“I should head to class; I really can’t be late this time.”  You turned your back as you prepared to head back; you turn to him for a last time and flash him a sweet smile. “I’ll see you at 5 pm, we’re going to the bakery.” He watched as a quickly headed back to your friends, while his own return to his side. “So, the bakery huh?” Shoko teases but he didn’t ever acknowledge her, the butterflies didn’t go away. But he didn’t mind.
Maybe feeling this way wasn’t so bad after all.
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demoncest-central · 7 months ago
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Bro con
Belphegor x Beelzebub warnings: demoncest, proship
Belphegor's admiration for his twin slowly turns into a crush that he doesn't know how to deal with. After being pent up from the ordeal he gets caught masturbating in Beel's bed, he confesses and as a pleasant surprise Beel gives him a blowjob.
Belphie knew his feelings were wrong. He wasn’t meant to be attracted to his twin like this. But when he saw him his heart raced. Beel was such a sweetheart, like a big puppy. Beel would never betray him like other people would. Right now Belphie was comfortably tucked in with Beel in his bed. Belphie had made a habit of sleeping in Beel’s bed. It was just so much warmer and he liked having a big cuddly teddy bear to share a bed with. In the morning Belphie would sleep on and Beel would bring him a serving of food upstairs, resisting his extreme urge to eat Belphies portion as well.
As Belphie woke up he groggily rubbed his eyes, happily accepting the plate of food. He slowly ate the food piece by piece. Beel was fiddling around on his DDD as Belphie ate. When Belphie was done eating he set his plate to the side, pulling Beel into a hug. Beel jumped slightly but quickly relaxed, ruffleing Belphie’s hair.
“I’m glad you liked the food…its no problem bringing it to you really.” Beel said with a small smile, Making Belphie blush and shy away. Beel was a bit confused but did his best to not prod as to not provoke his twin any. Beel stayed with Belphie most of the weekend, watching cooking shows while Belphie slept next to him.
The next day they had classes. It was a monday and Beel carried Belphie to school when he wouldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Belphie blushed as Beel picked him up, he could feel his brother’s strong arms around him and could feel Beel’s breath gently tickle his skin.
Throughout the day Belphie barely got any work done, he was tired, and too busy thinking about Beel to focus on anything. His brother was so strong and sweet, just like a big puppy. But Belphie couldn’t help but be curious about things he shouldn’t be. He wanted to know every crevice of Beel’s body and mind. He wanted to be even closer to his twin. I mean they’re twins, so it was normal to want to be close right? At least thats what Belphie thought.
On their lunch break Belphie couldn’t help but notice his twin talking to some girl. The girl held out a letter and a box of chocolates to Beel. Her face was flushed and it made Belfie want to crush her skull for daring to confess to HIS brother. Despite this, Belphie kept calm.
Later that day as the two twins walked home Belphie couldn’t help but ask. “So..did you turn that girl down?, she seemed really into you..” Belphie said, trying to hide any bitterness that might seep into his tone. Beel looked confused for a second then nodded.
“Yeah..i felt kind of bad turning her down..but she’s not really my type..and i barely know her..” Beel said, sounding slightly embarrassed. Belphie couldn’t help but feel triumphant knowing his brother turned down the girl’s advances. Belphie just nodded trying to change the subject a bit. The rest of the walk was awkwardly silent.
When they got to H.O.L Belphie collapsed into Beel’s bed. He couldn’t help but bask in the smell of his brother’s body wash and his natural scent. Belphie relaxed into the bed but he could feel his dick go up when he let his mind wonder a bit to far. It couldn’t hurt to just…quickly rub one out. Is what he thought to himself. He reached into his sweat pants and started stroking himself slowly. He let out small whimpers into Beel’s pillows. He felt like he was going to cum soon when to his shock their bedroom door burst open. Beel had snacks in hand but paused. Blushing heavily when he saw what Belphie was doing. Belphie took a while to collect himself so he could explain. He blushed a bit. He normally wasn’t this embarrassed by strange situations but couldn’t help but feel sheepish when he has been caught masturbating in his twins bed.
“S-sorry Beel…i think..i might have feelings for you…i know its weird because we’re brothers and all but its just..you’re so strong and admirable..and you’re so sweet to me..i cant help but be a little into you.” Belphie said, blushing slightly. Beel’s face flushed bright red as he watched his normally smug brother become so shy.
Well..i’m not against it..you’re still my twin..but if you want our relationship could be like that” Beel said, covering his face with his hands trying to hide his blushing face. Beel then slowly pulled the blanket off of his brother. Belphie was stil hard.
Beel leaned down, putting his face next to his brother’s erection. “May i?” Beel asked, his mouth watering slightly. Belphie nodded hesitantly.
He let out a loud moan when Beel’s mouth enveloped his dick. He couldn’t help but slightly rut into his twin’s mouth. Soon after all the build up Belphie came inside of Beel’s mouth. Beel quickly swallowed it, sweetly smiling up at his brother. Belphie couldn’t help but swoon.
That night Belphie slept better than ever, cuddled up with Beel like always, but without the past aching in his heart.
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