#ik the clothes suck ignore that

[lostdathomirian]

i love myself so here's me in arcane style as a jinxer!!!!

[judeswhore]

Ik I’m a little late to this but we all remember how Jude shaved his happy trail🙄

Imagine he comes home from practice and he’s done it the night before and he comes home and showers and you sit in the bed and wait for him cause it was what you always did he’d come home and shower then come and lay with you. Anyways he got out the shower and had the towel around it waist and it hung a little low and as he was grabbing some clothes you noticed his happy trail got and your all??? So when he comes to lay down with you and cuddle you, you completely ignore him and he’s all?? So he’s asking what’s wrong and your just like. “Why’d you shave ur happy trail” and he’s all confused about it so he’s like. “Cause I wanted to???” And you just look at him bad and turn away from him and he thinks it’s funny how childish you’re being over his happy trail. “I promise when it grows back I won’t shave it…. I didn’t know u liked it that much” and u turn around and look at him. “Well it’s apart of my routine when I give you a blow job” and he just laughed and cuddled you.

he’d be trying so hard not to laugh bc ur fully glaring at him like he’s done something seriously offensive. but u love his happy trail bc u always leave little kisses over it when ur abt to suck him off ot you’ll drag ur tongue up it before sinking ur teeth into his skin just to hear his breathy little moan of ur name. and u love dragging ur finger over it when ur tracing patterns over his tummy and u cant believe he’s gone and got rid of it??? telling him he’s not getting head till it grows back and he’s all??? telling u ur being ridiculous but ur arguing that it’s ur favourite part and he’s got rid of it. and now he’s looking at u like you’ve gone mad all “i don’t think my happy trail is ur favourite part when ur sucking me off, babe. that would be my cock” and ur glaring even more at him bc he just doesn’t get it. telling him that’s not the point bc u have a routine and the happy trail is part of that and it’s hot and ur upset that he’d take it away from u. he’s rolling his eyes but pressing a kiss to ur forehead telling u that when it grows back he won’t touch it again and he all “u better not if u want me to suck u off again”

[necrotic-nephilim]

https://www.tumblr.com/necrotic-nephilim/762551245228703744/ok-ok-but-jayroytim-this-feels-especially-funny?source=share

i'm sorry i'm just thinking on days that jason and roy are particularly annoyed (in general or at each other) they would have a dick measuring contest of who can make tim come more and tim ends up very sore the next day every time

(the jayroytim post) ooooh i love this. i love putting Tim in Situations where he's just the stress relief caught between two arguing doms, it's like. my fave concept ever-

i like when it's an unspoken kink dynamic too. like, Jason and Roy start arguing again and Tim is already closing his laptop and taking his clothes off bc it's the only reliable way to get them to shut up, when they pass him back and forth until he's overstimulated and crying. sometimes, they just do it because Tim is overworking himself and won't put down the case he swears he's *so close* to cracking.

but taking it to the next level, seeing who can make Tim come the most is a turn Tim does *not* expect. i think it's fun if they spring it on him, maybe Jason and Roy had the argument when Tim wasn't around and come to the completely reasonable conclusion that this is the only way they can solve it. (neither of them are sure what they were actually originally arguing about when asked.) they text Tim and tell him to clear his schedule for the rest of the day and make sure he doesn't have patrol that night. and Tim is caught between wondering if he's about to get a great date night, or if he's about to clean up an absolutely shitshow they've caused. he is *not* prepared whatsoever. meanwhile, Roy and Jason are. bc there are logistics to work out. hydration, comfort, rerouting emergency calls to all three of them if the world starts to end.

i think it's fun if Jason and Roy set rules, bc they're both known to be cheats and they want clear definitions of what "counts" and how to make sure they're not just wrestling over Tim. of course they both try to cheat anyway. but the general set up is they pass him back and forth each time Tim comes, with breaks and other sorts of rules. if they're doing this, they're doing it right because they're both competitive bastards who leave no room for grey area.

Tim is ruined within the first hour. he's crying and begging and barely feels like a person. i think Roy and Jason are both mean, cocky sort of doms who pour a lot of dirty talk into all of their touches. i think Roy is the sort who will ignore his own pleasure to focus on Tim. sure, he wants to get off, but he's not focusing on himself and is fine if he ends up basically edging himself for an hour bc he wants to see if he can work his entire fist inside of Tim while Tim cries. Jason on the other hand, is more needy with his pleasure, to the point Roy will mock him about being more of a bottom than Tim is. i think it's fun if Jason likes to ride Tim bc Jason rlly likes to lose himself in his pleasure when he's torturing Tim. it's a maddening dichotomy for Tim to be stuck in-between, knowing that they're both going to torture him in different ways.

in the end, i think Roy wins. just because Roy is a bit older and has more canonical experience sleeping around, he's very smug about proving the point he's always made about being more *experienced* where it counts. Jason is certainly good in bed, but i'm always particular to the headcanon that Jason is very inexperienced and possibly even a virgin the first time he sleeps with Tim. bc rlly when would he have had the *chance* to have sex. (yes, ik about Talia but i either ignore that it breeze over it in fanfic bc i think it was poorly handled which sucks bc JayTalia has so much potential-) and Roy is smug about it for weeks, while Tim is in absolute fear (/lh) bc he knows sooner or later Roy's bragging is going to make Jason demand a rematch and Tim is just waiting for the next time they forcibly clear his schedule.

[manias-wordcount]

Hello there B)

can I request a sort of part 2 for mom-to-be (IK IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS AGO BUT IT STILLS MY FAV POST OF YOUR BLOG) like they have a child together (and side child wanting a sibling (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)) and how there marriage is going

I would also like to say I enjoy your content And love your writing your style and keeping up the good goodies :3 I hope you have a wonderful day

(also idk of your request box is open or nah so if not then please do ignore the req)

Mom-To-Be (Goro Akechi x Reader) PART TWO

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 <𝟯 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

All around you, there are sounds.

The TV you left in the living room showing some random daytime talk show you were listening to while starting dinner preparations. The rice cooker beeping distantly- letting you know that it was done cooking tonight’s side dish time and time again. The hum of the heating in your apartment. The soft, almost muted Japanese of the press conference playing from your husband’s laptop. And the pitter-patter of tiny feet moving around the little playpen they’ve been confined to. All around you, there are sounds. Things happening. Things happening without you.

And yet all you can focus on is your husband’s hands around your waist, grabbing you as soon as you step inside. All you can focus on is how he just barely pulls his chair from his desk to slot you between his legs as he remains seated. How he looks up at you with such warm, loving eyes. How he utters a greeting towards you with such love and such care.

And how he slips the front of your dress off your shoulds as he leans up and captures one of your nipples in between his lips and sucks.

“Ah…” Instantly, a soft gasp pours through your lips. You reach out, tangling a hand in his hair as the other one comes to rest on his shoulders, gripping tightly as his once perfectly pressed button-up. At your reaction, you can see his dark eyes flicker upwards. Hints of amusement are there- loud and clear for you to witness. But you’re helpless stop it. Helpless to do anything but whine and gasp softly as he swirls his tongue around one of your swollen buds and suckles on it softly. “Mmm…Goro…”

He lets out a hum in acknowledgment. Something quiet and sweet. But he doesn’t pull away. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. In fact, It’s only been days since the last time he pulled you away and helped you out of your clothes just to have his way with you- even while he’s supposed to be working. But now that you’ve just finished weening the little one off breastfeeding a little more than a month ago, your body has been extra sensitive lately. Something that your husband has taken note of. Something your husband loves to take advantage of too.

“Goro…” You whisper again, fingers threading carefully through his long locks. Your gaze is half-lidded as you stare back at his. But you’re not as shameless as he is, so you’re quick to advert your eyes in an attempt to steady your breathing and still your thundering heart. But he knows you too well by now. So he doesn’t even waste a moment as his fingers crawl lower and lower on your body. Resting comfortably on your backside and squeezing your bottom through the fabric of your clothes.

You let out another gasp- startled momentarily. But all too soon, you’re back to melting into his touch. Following his eye movements as he rocks you gently in his grip. Lulling you into a daze that really, really makes you want to forget about cooking and instead get on your knees and undo his pants so you could just-

The sound of something hard hitting the wall captures both of your attention.

It’s not a loud sound. It’s not a very scary sound either. It’s a little far away- coming from one of the other rooms. But you’ve been around the sun way too many times with Goro at this point to know that this isn’t something you should take lightly. So you freeze instantly, and Goro quickly pulls his mouth off of your breast with a quiet, yet lewd ‘pop’. His hands tighten around your waist as a deafening silence falls between you too. His body tenses, readying to run out, and protect you and the baby. Maybe even grab that old gun he keeps locked in the safe he swore he’d never let you see again. You swallow nervously at that thought. You really hope it doesn’t come down to that.

But for a moment, everything is quiet. Everything is still. You train your ears- looking for anything that might tell you a story. Anything you absolutely need to know. So much so that you don’t hear the talk show whose host you can’t even bother to remember. You don’t hear the rice cooker, beeping and beeping. And you don’t even hear the quiet Japanese of the press conference Goro was listening to you. You just wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wai-

The sound happens again. Louder. Stronger than before and your heart just stops. Goro stands to his feet, hands still on your waist as he tries to force you behind him and-

Giggles.

It’s the sound of your child. The sound of your son- laughing in a way that only a mother knows. And it’s a laugh you’re willing to bet means that a certain little someone just found out how to do something they know they’re not supposed to do. Maybe like throwing their toys and the wall…

You heave a sigh- a breath you didn’t quite know you were holding in and turn to look at your husband. He meets your gaze and it seems you both have your realizations at the exact time. Because the way you slump into each other’s arms is perfectly in sync. Your calming hearts start to listen to each other. They start to beat as one. Another crisis was avoided. Another day goes by.

At that thought, you step out of Goro’s grip. He’s a little slow and reluctant to let you go free, so he compromises by keeping one hand outstretched and resting it lightly on your hip. You smile at him gently- and you take extra care after you notice the stress still lingering in his body. You should make some extra time for him tonight. You should make some extra time for both of your boys tonight. 

But right now, you have to make sure one of your boys didn’t end up breaking something. And take care of that rice.

“I think, that’s my cue to go back to the little guy,” You laugh, taking a moment to adjust your top. Your eye catches on the wet glint around one of your nipples. The saliva Goro must have left while he was busy sucking and suckling away. You make a note to clean it off properly later. Though you also note of just how carefully, Goro eyes your body greedily- drinking in every last inch of your skin as you readjust your clothes and try to make yourself decent. You flash him another knowing look before rolling your eyes with a playful huff. “Maybe we’ll continue this later? Sounds like the baby was getting a little lonely-”

“He doesn’t have to be.”

Goro’s words stop you. They confuse you for a moment too, as you raise your eye at him and gesture to yourself. He says them so plainly like you’re just supposed to get what he means instantly. Another playdate? A night with the babysitter? A trip to one of his old high school friend’s places? You’re not quite sure.

“Well, he won’t be lonely.” You say to him instead, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “I was just gonna go back out to watch him again and finish dinner.”

“Yeah, but…” Goro begins, quietly before pausing. He sits back down in his chair and leans against its back. Now it’s his time to furrow his brows and pull a face. It’s quite obvious to you now that he’s translating in his head. Picking the words he wants to say and what exactly he wants them to meet. But it’s over almost as immediately as it starts once he perks up with a smile and tells you- “I was just thinking we could get him a friend.”

“A friend?” You echo. Playdates once again enter your mind, and you try to rack your brain to see if you can recall other new mothers in the building. But before you can even mention it, your husband speaks again.

“A friend.” He confirms. But one look in his eyes tells you that he’s not thinking about it the same way you are. One look in his eye tells you another story. One that’s more heated. One that’s more embarrassing. One that you’re still a little embarrassed to speak out loud. “A little sister, rather. Or a little brother.”

The story of how your first child came to be.

“A…” You lick your lips. He’s eyeing you carefully, and if you don’t start being careful, you swear you might just melt under his gaze. But’s what so wrong with that? What’s so wrong with wanting that? Because you’ve done this before. You’ve done it on every surface in your home. In every room. Every chance you got. You’ve done this before. This little song and dance. This little touch and go. And who says… “A little…?”

“What do you say, my dear…?”

And who says…

“...wanna see if I can make you a mommy again?”

…you can’t do it once again?

[pyrodolls]

shark week (raiden/zeffeero x reader)

pairings: raiden x reader, rain/zeffeero x reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood bc reader is afab and on their period (gender neutral pronouns tho) and mentions of vomit bc period cramps SUCK :(

a/n: hey so um ik i said i was ONLY gonna write havik, but i really wanna write something fluffy and cute soooo here’s some raiden x reader and rain x reader. i probably won’t do these often, since my goal of this account is to write havik and give my boy more rep. so my account may be 30% mk1 men and 70% havik from now on.

“i’m home, my love!” raiden called out, walking into the home you shared with him. however, it was quiet. too quiet.

“…where are you, my love?” raiden nervously called out, searching around for you. usually you’d greet him as soon as he came home, and would offer to spend time with him. a pit formed at the bottom of his stomach in fear. did you possibly get hurt, or worse, killed?

“i’m in here.” you croaked, on the bathroom floor.

raiden let out a sigh of relief at the sound of your voice, then immediately ran to your side.

“beloved? what’s wrong? are you ill?” he asked. he noticed your hair slightly disheveled, and you were clutching your stomach.

“no, i’m feeling great.” you replied, sarcastically. “i don’t think i’ve been in this much pain before. i’m on my period.”

“oh… i see.” raiden sighed. “i wish you didn’t have to feel this way. is there any way i can help you feel better?”

“thanks, but your support is enough for me. i don’t think there’s anything to do about my cramps.” you gave him a small smile, trying to ignore the pain.

“no, there must be something i can do.” raiden mumbled. “stay here, i’ll be right back.”

you looked up at him in confusion, as he gave you a quick kiss and left.

he returned a few minutes later, with a couple bags in his arms full of treats and pads.

“would this be enough to ease the pain? or at least distract you? i can always go back to the store and buy some more-“

“no, no, this is enough. i really appreciate it, thank you so much raiden.” you interrupted, engulfing him in a hug.

“it’s the least i can do. you’re in a lot of pain right now, i want to help you feel better.” he explained.

he picked you up from the floor, and led you to a couch in front of the television.

“let’s watch some movies. maybe johnny’s got a funny film to keep your mind off of the pain.” raiden said, as he tucked you in the couch and made sure you were comfortable with a blanket and snacks.

you sighed. “i don’t deserve you, raiden.”

“i should be saying that to you.” he replied, starting the movie and pulling you in for a kiss.

-

rain sighed as he walked inside your house, looking for an escape from his shitty day. you usually helped distract him from his bad days, and he was always relieved to come home to you. but this time, he didn’t see you at first.

“i have returned, my dear.” he called out. but he got no answer.

he didn’t jump to conclusions, and thought you were most likely asleep, since it was quite late. you usually stayed up just to greet him, but rain assumed you decided to go to sleep that night.

rain took off his shoes and got into more comfortable clothes, prepared to join you in bed and go to sleep. until he noticed you weren’t in bed. the only thing he saw was a small stain of blood.

did something happen to you? were you injured and taken away? did he finally receive karma for his wrongdoings, and you were punished for it? no, it couldn’t be. he must check the house. you had to be somewhere.

“darling? are you in here?” rain called out, trying to hide the slight nervousness in his voice. he is no stranger to loss, but he could not accept the loss of his beloved.

“i’m here, zeffeero. don’t worry. i’m sorry i didn’t wait for you today. i just.. feel terrible.” you explained, as he found you curled up next to the toilet.

“i was terrified for a moment. you made me think you were horribly injured.” rain sighed.

“i might as well be, since i’m on my period. my cramps are so bad, i haven’t been able to move from the toilet. i threw up a few minutes ago.” you admitted. rain’s expression softened.

“i see. my apologies for getting mad. so.. did you stain the bedsheets?” he asked.

you didn’t answer, in embarrassment. you just nodded.

“no need to be ashamed. you didn’t mean to. please stay here, i will take care of it.” rain reassured, as he stood up and went to clean the bedsheets.

a few minutes later, he returned and led you back to bed, tucking you in to the newly washed sheets.

“try to go to sleep. perhaps your pain will dull by morning.” he advised, as he turned and went to sleep next to you. you tried to go to sleep as well, but the pain was too strong. you couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried.

after what seemed like an eternity, rain woke up in the middle of the night. he turned and noticed you were still wide awake.

“you haven’t slept, have you?” he whispered.

“i tried.” you whispered back.

rain got up from the bed and left. he returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea he made.

“drink this. it should ease your pain, and help you feel a bit drowsy so you can sleep in peace.” he explained, handing you the tea in bed.

“thank you, zeffeero. you didn’t have to.” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he crawled back into bed.

“well, i’m certainly not going to let you be in pain the whole night, am i?” rain replied, and you both sat in comfortable silence as you drank the tea slowly. you did feel slightly better, and decided to go back to sleep. he wrapped his arms around you and held you until you finally dozed off.

although rain didn’t get the comfort he desired that night, he felt a different type of comfort. by taking care of you.

[katiekatdragon27]

Guys sorry, I am not immune to Hazbin/Helluva propaganda. I am also not immune to criticizing the designs and character motivations.

So! Let’s start with one of the most redesigned characters in the show: Beelzebub^^

So, sorta hot take, I really like the idea behind Beelzebub in the show. Ik "boo tomato tomato," but hear me out. I like how she is meant represent the hellhounds she rules over (ik she actually is a reference to Jay Jay, but let me have this connection PLEASE). However, the source material is very bug-like and compact.

The HB Beelzebub is NOT that bug like. Or compact.

With this redesign, I decided to pick all the stuff I liked about the og, and what I wanted to see more of. I kept her colors and general vibe but made her more built like a bumble bee with more inspo from the fly Beelzebub.

This is what I got.

Progress doodles n stuff below cut (it's gonna be an essay, y'all know the drill):

(She was much sharper in the sketch lol)

DESIGN EXPLANATION:

Anyways, I always imagined Beelzebub to be, y'know, more BEE like. The show did not give me that, so I did it myself. I made her wings bigger, gave her an actual bee tail and face (with the proboscis and stinger too), and more stripes and fluff. I also made her small and slightly chubby. Gotta hone the bumble bee.

I thought the hair made the original design too cluttered, but I wanted to keep the party colors. To compromise, I stuck all the goop in her tail. It sort of works like a firefly's abdomen and a lava lamp. I also nullified her cloths, so they would blend more with the body and help pop the neon colors in her eyes, antenna, and tail.

When she stands at her normal form, she is the smallest of the sins. But when she is in her "true" form (that I have not illustrated yet), she is the biggest of the sins. This is a reference to how gluttony starts small but gets really large over time, both mentally and physically.

As for additional details, I wanted to keep her "foxness". So in a brilliant brainstorm of ideas, I came up with the concept of "Masks". Basically, all the sins I'll redraw will have them. The masks are meant not only to represent their hellborn, but to represent how the sins pretend to be good things at first.

Stuff like "Rest a little more, it won't hurt" and "Be proud and don't care for what others say" are how they present on the surface, but if you continue those mindsets in a toxic way, it turns into sloth and pride and stuff instead of self-care and being proud of things.

For Bee specifically, it's "Have a little more, you deserve it!" and she has a hell-hound/fox mask. This also feeds into her personality change.

PERSONALITY CHANGES:

In the og, she's a party animal who cares for... moderation??? Yeah, I hate this about Helluva Boss. Why is it so hard to write *sshole/negligent people in power and why is it only Mammon who's allowed to be like this? Give me more morally dark grey powerful people!

That's where Bee is different for the redesign. She runs te lowest ring in hell and is in charge of hellhounds, the lowest species in hell. B/c of this, she is much more lenient compared to the higher ranked sins in hell, which is why she is often seen talking and hanging out with lower classes. (She gets slack for this from the other sins). She is also the only sin who has had open relations with lower class citizens all the way down to hellhounds. However, none of them last. Most of her relations outside of the sins are one-night stands and flings.

As for how she sorta sucks: she is still a party animal, yes, but she purposely chooses to be blind and ignore all the suffering that occurs at the parties. People have fun, but they overindulge, and as a result get sick, sad, and violent. However, Bee leaves the parties before they get this way. She does not want to see it. She is negligent. When she comes back to the party aftermaths, she quickly gets her workers to clean everything, so she does not have to discover anything gruesome and sad. She just wants to live, party, and see people "happy". (Sort of like Gatsby's parties minus the pining for a single woman who does not care for her).

... I wonder what would happen if that mental image she had shattered? I guess only the future will tell.

But anyway, if you have any questions or characters you recommend I design or redesign, feel free to ask lol.

I hope this made at least a little sense. Have a lovely day^^

[marblemoonstones]

cravings 🥞

main masterlist

summary: you and jungkook are just best friends, but that doesn’t stop you from yearning for more.

warnings: f reader, curse words, fluffy!!, not edited well

word count: ~4.2k

a/n: trying to get back into writing, but tbh this is kinda rushed and i’m so sorry for that 😭 jin’s return is so so soon, and ik it’s not a jin one shot, but enjoy this mediocre warm up.

*does mention sweeney todd musical, no spoilers but some characters mentioned*

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jungkookie: 🍪: did u get my text

you: ...maybe

jungkookie 🍪: so?

You sigh, mentally debating whether or not you want to go. Tomorrow night is your school's theatre performance that you and Jungkook are going to see together. As much as you were looking forward to it, Jungkook had asked to go out to eat afterwards. which meant that you two would probably end up going with a bunch of others (due to Jungkook's popularity) leading you to do two things that you absolutely hated: staying up late and having to socialize with other people.

But, on the other hand, you didn't want to disappoint Jungkook. You know that if you don’t go he wouldn't either, and would end up taking you home instead. While he acted as though he didn’t mind, you knew that he likes to hang out with his friends. And, since he is always with you, you feel guilty if he doesn’t get to hang out with others. So, you decide to suck it up and go, only for Jungkook's sake.

you: okay i'll go out after 

jungkookie 🍪: yay ur the best!!

Seeing Jungkook's enthusiastic response made you sigh. Why did you have to have a crush on your best friend? Those hopeful eyes and gorgeous smile have always made you wistful, hoping that maybe, someday, you could tell him the truth. But, alas, you're stuck with admiring him in your heart.

you: yeah yeah whatever

you: see you tomorrow @/6 

jungkookie 🍪: see u tomorrow!

Well, it is what it is. At least you get to spend more time with Jungkook. Sighing, you turn off your phone and resort to your favorite pastime: binge-watching youtube kpop compilations. You know there are a million other things you could be doing (homework being one of them) but who doesn't love to watch a bunch of (hot) idiots goof around? 

~

The next day, school goes by in a blur of the usual 'pretending to pay attention but actually talking to friends’ ritual. 

Your to do list grows but you manage to ignore it. That's a later problem.

The first problem right now is picking an outfit for the performance tonight. Your closet looks like it threw up on your bed, and it’s definitely going to be a pain in the ass to pick up all these clothes. At this point all you want to do is curl up with a book and forget about going at all.

Your mom pokes her head in and says "Going somewhere special tonight?"

"No," you respond, starfished on the bed, hardly visible with the piles of clothes. “Just the school musical." 

"Oh right, well, enjoy that honey. Are you going out afterwards?" Your mom asks. 

"Yes," you groan, throwing a hand over your face. 

"Okay...well have fun. You’re only a teenager once!" With that, your mom leaves you to your fashion dilemma. 

Eventually you settle on a cute sweater with your favorite pair of jeans. Casual but also dressed up just enough to hopefully impress Jungkook.

After a quick snack (eating afterwards will definitely be a big affair, so no dinner) you head out after getting a text from Jungkook.

jungkookie 🍪: i’m here hurry up 

you: i'm coming. learn to have some patience 

jungkookie 🍪: just get your ass out here 

"Bye mom!" you shout, grabbing your purse and dashing out the door.

"Bye sweetie! Have fun!" 

You get into Jungkook's passenger seat and shut the door.

"You need to learn to wait five seconds," you say, shoving him.

"But what's the fun in that?" Grinning, he pulls out of the driveway. 

You two jam out to the radio on the way to the theatre, you stealing glances at his side profile. His button nose and full lips paint the perfect portrait. How can someone be so heavenly? 

Pulling into a spot, Jungkook asks you, "So what exactly is this musical about?" 

"Jungkook!" you scold, "I told you to look up a synopsis before coming to watch!" 

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't have time. I assume that it's about a man named Sweeney Todd?" (a/n: sweeney todd is underestimated)

You roll your eyes at Jungkook, then grab his arm.

"Let's just go. I hope they have a summary in the program." 

After showing your tickets you two grab a program and go find your seats. You had forced Jungkook to get decently close seats, much to his complaints. 

"But y/nnnn I don't want to be that close to the pit...my ears will literally die!" 

"Suck it up, buttercup. I want to be able to see it up close, you know I love live theatre." 

Jungkook pouts, but secretly loves how much you adore musicals.

"Okay, right here! Row C." You and Jungkook go to the middle and get settled.

"You know I'm only here for you, right?" Jungkook asks, flipping through his program. 

Your heart stutters.

"What about supporting Jimin?" You ask, trying to ignore the question. The theatre nerd is one of Jungkook's close friends, and in the ensemble. 

“Jimin doesn't care whether or not I’m here," Jungkook says, finding the blonde's photo in the program, "Besides, he gets enough attention from all the girls anyways." 

"Ha ha very funny. Did you find the summary?" you ask, reaching over to flip to the front area of the program and pointing to it. "Read. Now."

"Okay, okay, I'll read it." Jungkook starts reading it while acting overly shocked. “Wow…it takes place in London. Does that mean they have to fake a British accent?”

You sneakily snap a photo of him looking like an idiot and add it to your album 'kookie 🐰.' 

After Jungkook finishes reading it, he turns to you.

"Okay, y/n, I read the summary. Happy?" 

You nod. "Yes. Now I hope you can kinda understand what's happening." 

As soon as you finish saying that the lights dim halfway, and you know that it's going to start soon. 

"Did you take a picture of me?" Jungkook whispers as the orchestra starts warming up.

You feel your cheeks warm. Hopefully he can't see it in the dim lighting. 

"No?" you whisper, and it comes out as a question. 

"Why would you take a photo-" 

Before Jungkook can finish his question the music starts and you're thankful you don't have to answer him. 

"Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd...his skin was pale and his eye was odd...he shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again..."

~

A Little Priest finishes and the lights come up for intermission. 

"So, Jungkook, what did you think?" You gush, wanting to discuss all the details and songs.

"I think that Pirelli was a real dickhead, that's what," Jungkook says passionately.

"Shhh! Don't say that so loud. Yes, he was a dick, but he's not a problem anymore!" You look around subtly, hoping that no one heard Jungkook.

"Yeah yeah. I think that Lovett is pretty smart, but she's too infatuated with Sweeney. Like, girl needs to calm down a little."

If only he knew how much you were infatuated with him; you'd put Lovett to shame.

"Yeah...I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You hurry out, suddenly sweating, and leaving a confused Jungkook behind.

In the bathroom you shut yourself in a stall to attempt to calm yourself down. Your beating heart does little to help, and you want so badly to tell Jungkook the truth. But you know that he probably doesn't feel the same way. I mean, why would he? He deserves to be with someone as amazing and perfect as him. You have your qualities, but they don’t compare to Jungkook’s. 

Steeling yourself you open the stall to go wash your hands and check yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks aren't tinted as much and after a quick fix of your hair you look normal. 

Taking a deep breath, you walk back to your seat. 

"Sorry, I just really had to go to the bathroom," you sheepishly say to Jungkook, who's looking at you strangely. 

"Mhm...okay. Anyways, what was your favorite song so far?" is the suspicious response. 

You don't think that Jungkook really believes your excuse, but he diverts the subject so you go along with it. 

~

After talking for the rest of intermission, act two starts. You take your focus off of Jungkook and enjoy the rest of the show.

Amidst the chaos with the lunatics, you leans over to whisper, "Jimin makes a really good crazy person."

Jungkook stifles his laugh, but it's true. Jimin makes the most demented face and has you questioning whether or not he's actually insane.

~

At the end of the show you and Jungkook give the performers a standing ovation. 

"Woo!" You cheer, seeing the cast grin at each other.

When the house lights come up Jungkook drags you over to say hi to Jimin.

"Hey, great job! Y/n over here thought that your facial expressions were really funny." Jungkook elbows you playfully. 

You just awkwardly smile, as you only know Jimin through Jungkook.

"Well thank you, y/n. I try," Jimin responds, dramatically giving a bow.

You laugh a bit at that, making Jungkook grin.

"Hey, so y/n and I are going to go out to eat and I was wondering if you wanted to join us." There it goes. You knew Jungkook would want to hang out with other people, as he always does.

Little do you know that it's only because Jungkook is too nervous to be with you by himself.

"Sure, just let me put my mic away, change, and take this makeup off of me so I don't look like a clown," Jimin jokes. 

"You already look like one normally," Jungkook snarks, earning a shove and a "Shut the fuck up," from Jimin. 

"Well y/n and I will go get a table because we don't want to wait for your ass," Jungkook says, starting to leave. 

You wave at Jimin and he just winks, gesturing for you to follow Jungkook.

Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot. You turn on the music again, partly because you hate a silent car but mostly because you want to listen to Jungkook's angelic voice.

You then realize you don't even know where you're going to eat.

"Wait Jungkook where are we going?" you ask, but figure it out halfway through your question.

"Ihop of course! I know you crave late night breakfast," is the peppy reply. 

You are so lucky to have someone who knows you so well, but you don't want to force him to go there just because of your cravings. This always happens.

"Oh, well don't feel obligated to go there! We always go there because of me. Why don't we go somewhere for you this time?" you ask, trying to convince Jungkook.

He just stubbornly shakes his head and says "No, it's okay. I know how your cravings get, and I'm always in the mood for pancakes! Besides, I already told Jimin that's where we are going." 

You protest, but his stubbornness keeps you from arguing for long. He always wins.

Eventually you pull into the parking lot and hop out.

"So Jungkook...is it only us and Jimin?" you ask as said man checks his phone. Maybe you won't have to deal with a ton of people?

"No, sorry y/n. I know how you don't like a lot of people. Jimin invited some of the theatre people like Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung. And then they invited their friends, so Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jackson are all coming," Jungkook finishes, giving you a sympathetic look. (a/n, it’s always jackson, isn’t it?)

Ugh. Why did you have to have such a thoughtful best friend? 

"It's fine, Jungkook. Don't worry about it," you say, genuinely meaning it. Giving Jungkook a smile, you hope to ease his worries.

It works, as he grins back and gestures for you to follow him. 

Stepping inside Jungkook gets a table and then you both follow the waitress.

"Table for nine, right here. Would you like to wait for everyone to arrive before you order?" Asks the waitress.

"Yes, please," Jungkook replies.

You thank your waitress and then sit down on the end. Jungkook sits beside you.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get here?" You ask, checking the time and seeing that it's 10:07. On a regular night you’ be curled up in bed either reading or binge watching a show.

"Soon. And if they don't then we'll just order without them," Jungkook says cheekily. 

Approximately ten minutes later the doors to Ihop burst open and you see the cluster of boys. 

"Well, I guess they're here," you murmer, feeling a little out of place as the only girl. 

"Yeah...hey if you ever feel like it's too much, just text me or let me know because I'll do my best to help you," Jungkook says at the pack comes over to sit down. 

"Hey Kook, how you doing?" A makeup-free Jimin asks, sitting next to him. Taehyung sits across from you and waves, a boxy grin on his face.

You wave shyly back. 

"Good, took you guys a long time to get here, though," Jungkook complains, shoving Jimin lightly. 

"Whatever. You're the one who didn't want us here in our makeup, so deal with the consequences." As Jimin finishes this sentence the waitress comes back over.

"Ready to order drinks?" She asks, notepad and pen at the ready.

"Sure," Jungkook says, then orders a soda. 

Going around the table you're last, and mostly everyone else orders a drink with some kind of caffeine. Will you be lame if you get a water? You don't want to keep yourself up all night. 

"And you miss?" She asks.

"I'll have a water please," you say quietly, causing her to nod.

"Okay, I'll get those out for you!" She bustles back to the kitchen and everyone proceeds to continue talking and laughing in their loud banters. 

You already know what you're ordering, so you place the menu down and look at the odd crew that you're with. 

Across from you Taehyung and Yoongi talk loudly, with Taehyung doing most of the talking. Yoongi just sits, an image of bored, but you can tell from his endeared stare and small upturn of his lips that he's enjoys listening to Taehyung. 

Next to Yoongi sits Namjoon, Jin, and Jackson. They're typically a quieter trio, and they chat amongst themselves calmly...ish (compared to the next group). 

Across from Jackson sits Hoseok, then Jimin, Jungkook, and you. 

Hoseok is talking animatedly with Jimin, using his arms to gesture and you almost laugh when Jimin just barely dodges his arm. 

"So y/n, what are you going to order?" Jungkook asks, drawing your attention away from Hoseok.

"French toast," you say, shrugging, "What about you?" 

Jungkook ignores your question and hums in response, "Oh, it's a french toast night. Are you feeling okay? You only order french toast when you aren't that hungry and can have leftovers later." 

How does Jungkook always know? You aren't hungry despite not having dinner. Sometimes these spells happen where you don’t eat much, and somehow Jungkook always can sense when they are.

You see Jimin lean out behind Jungkook and dart his eyes to Jungkook and back to you, eyebrows raised suggestivly. 

What's that supposed to mean?

Diverting your eyes away from Jimin, you're about to respond but the waitress comes back with the drinks.

Thanking her, you quickly rip the straw wrapping off and promptly shove it in the water, taking a sip to avoid answering the question. 

But Jungkook won't let you off the hook so easily.

"Y/n, answer the question. Or, at least answer this: did you eat dinner? If not, then you should really eat more than one piece of french toast," Jungkook says loudly, ignores the poor waitress who's trying to get his order. 

"Jungkook, order. She's waiting." You gesture to the waitress, and Jungkook quickly orders his combo meal before turning back to you. 

"And for you miss?" The waitress looks concerned as Jungkook gives you an angry look. 

"I'll have the classic french toast, please," you say meekly, feeling Jungkook's glare at you.

The waitress nods before quickly scurrying off, clearly aware of the sudden tension at the table.

"Y/n, you know I only ask because I care about you," Jungkook says, still being louder than you like. 

"I know, Kook," you say, your voice much quieter. Does he understand that he's being too loud? Some people from the tables around you are staring. 

Jungkook takes a look at your face and realizes his mistake and he goes to apologize. 

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have been so loud and-" 

The talking around you suddenly feels louder and it’s all too much. You're feeling anxiety because of the situation, guilt because Jungkook always has to apologize even when it's not needed, and sadness because you wish you could stop being so annoying with these types of outings.

"It's okay," you manage to say, stopping Jungkook's rambling, "I'm okay. I think that I'll just go home now." This is what happens when you go out. What you wouldn’t give to be tucked under your covers with your moonbeam reading light on. 

"Can you cancel my order?" You ask Jungkook, seeing him protest. 

"Y/n-"

"No, it's fine Jungkook. Really. Stay and enjoy," you manage to get out. Seeing him so sad makes your heart clench but it's for the better. 

You get up from your chair and leave, Jungkook's stare burning into your back.

Half of you hopes that he follows you, but the other half doesn't want that to happen. 

Your stomach aches (Probably from hunger, or nerves. Or both.) and you are yet again thinking that this is another example of why you don’t deserve Jungkook. He’s just too kind. Honestly, doesn’t he ever get tired of taking care of you? As much as you wish you could pull away from him, he still draws you in like a magnet. Curse his amazing personality.

You are afraid of what will happen in the future. Will these feelings go away? Will they go away if you suppress them? Will Jungkook laugh at you if you tell him? Of course he'll laugh. There's no way he feels the same way. Who would ever like you?

All these questions bombard your brain as you lean against the wall. 

You know that you need to text your mom to come pick you up (Jungkook was your ride home) but for now you focus on calming your self-depricating thoughts and suppressing your feelings.

Someone touches your shoulder and you almost jump out of your skin.

"Woah! Sorry, it's just me y/n." There stands Jungkook, looking perfect as always even in the horrible fluorescent lighting. Great.

"Oh, hey Jungkook," you say, "Why are you out here? I told you I'm fine." You should’ve known that it was impossible to trick Jungkook into thinking you’re okay.

"You're clearly not fine. Can you tell me what's wrong? First it's rushing off to the bathroom and now rushing out of here. You've been acting weird all night. So, what's up?" Jungkook crosses his arms and leans against the wall next to you, clearly not planning on leaving until he gets the answer out of you.

Fuck. 

"But Jungkook-"

"No, y/n. Just tell me. Please." Jungkook is so desperate to know and it seems as though he's begging for answers for more than just tonight.

How can you tell him? 

Memories flash before your eyes of you and Jungkook.

~

Middle school, where you both were the most awkward people, still developing their personalities while adjusting to hormones. But after being partnered up for a project you two became friends. 

Walking across the stage for middle school promotion, you in that floral sundress that makes Jungkook go crazy and him in a polka-dotted bow tie.

Starting high school together, your friendship still going strong. Clutching your backpacks as you take the next step into adulthood, all while still being a teenager. 

Going to homecoming and prom together as 'friends' only, despite the looks. His tie always matches your dress, causing you to pretend that he’s yours, if only for one night.

Jungkook being there for you as you cry because of school stress. 

"I-I just can't do it anymore. There's too much. I'll never be able to catch up and then there's always more piling on and it never ends! Why does it never end?!"  

He just wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, his warmth and silence being the best remedy as you sob your heart out, while wrapped in your worn pink blanket that he bought for you.

You being there for him at all his various sporting events. Cross country meets, basketball, swimming. Whenever there was a home meet, you were there, sitting in the bleachers cheering him on. 

During the hot cross country meets, you were the one to give Jungkook a water bottle at the end.

During the basketball games you'd be in the students section with some friends, dressed in whatever the theme was that night. You would always cheer the loudest when Jungkook would score (which was quite a lot, considering how good he was). 

During swim meets you'd be on the bleachers. Even though there were many other attractive shirtless boys, you only ever looked at Jungkook (and his fine muscles...who knew he was hiding abs under his baggy sweatshirts?). 

~ 

Staring up at him now makes you realize that even if he doesn't feel the same, it's Jungkook. He wouldn't just destroy your friendship if he didn't like you back. Jungkook would let you down slowly and still keep your friendship. 

"Okay Kook. I'll tell you." Inhaling a big breath you clench your fists and spit it out.

"I like you."

Silence. 

You avoid his eyes, choosing to look at the concrete. You ask yourself why you thought this was a good idea. Surely he thinks you're stupid. God, why are you such a fool-

"Oh."

A note of, hopefulness? Is that really what you hear? Confused you look up to Jungkook...smiling? 

"Why do you have that gleam in your eye?" You ask, still scared but now also suspicious.

Jungkook just takes a step closer, still wearing that stupid goofy grin with a hint of something else.

"Because." Is his helpful response to your question.

Before you say another word Jungkook closes the gap between you two, pressing his lips softly against yours. 

It's better than what you ever imagined and sweeter than anything you've tasted. His lips are like sugary clouds of cotton candy, and you want to taste them forever. If this was a rom-com, the peak of the movie would be this moment right here.

Suddenly the dim lighting and ugly parking lot seems romantic, blossoming with love.

Jungkook pulls away, clearly enjoying the befuddled look on your face.

"W-what?" You ask, semi-breathless, still reeling from what just happened. 

Jungkook just laughs quietly. 

"Isn't it obvious? I like you too y/n," he says, grabbing your hands.

Were you in a rom-com, or did your best friend just confess to you?

"Wait, hold on. You do?" 

Apparently your skepticalness is funny to Jungkook because he just laughs again. 

"Yes, y/n. I just kissed you, doesn't that show my feelings for you?" Jungkook asks, pulling you close. 

You can feel the comforting warmth of Jungkook and ask yourself again if this was real life.

"And, if that doesn't show them, then should I kiss you again?" 

Jungkook is sneaky, that little devil. 

Before you can answer, he leans down to press a kiss to your left cheek. Then your right. And next is your nose.

"Jungkook! Stop!" You giggle, trying to push him away. 

"No! Not until you know I like you!" Jungkook is stubborn, and under the onslaught of kisses you can only be strong for so long.

"Okay okay! I believe you!" You’re must sinking into Jungkook’s hold more.

"Good." He stops kissing you after one more on the top of your head.

You bask in his arms around you for a minute. 

Then, you furrow your brows as another question pops into your head.

"Wait, Jungkook...now what?" You ask the question innocently, making Jungkook laugh once again at all the options he has.

"Now I take you on a proper date, give you hugs and kisses all the time, always be with you, hold your hand constantly-"

"What?" You interrupt, eyes wide at all the things Jungkook is listing. 

"That's right. Now that you're mine, I can do all this and more!" Jungkook cheers, all while hoping he isn't coming on too strong.

"Oh...that sounds kinda nice," you admit shyly, your heart pounding again at the thought of being able to love Jungkook freely.

"I'm glad. Now, let's go finish our first date?" Jungkook gestures to the Ihop building. 

"Okay." 

a/n: why do i kinda hate this now 😭 i hope the mc didn’t come off as victimizing herself, she’s just insecure. please remember you’re beautiful and strong, and deserve all the love in the world! 🩷🫶🏼

Bashfully you reach out your hand and Jungkook takes it happily. 

please request if you have one! i often run out of ideas, so any are welcome! (please sfw tho) :)

[im-a-marion3tt3]

I won't get to eat

CW: regressed ghouls. Ik that's not something everyone enjoys so read at your own discretion. Minor tw: disordered eating and a timeout.

Phantom struggles with hiding his food.

At this point in time, it was a known affair that Phantom regressed, not that anyone minded. They all found him quite silly and adorable however, he had some bad habits that only intensified the smaller he felt. It made sense though, especially to Mountain and Copia, his main caregivers. They had been the first to pick up on what he face and body language meant and they were the ones who, by far, helped him the most. It wasn't a shot at the other ghouls, everyone was well aware that Mountain and Copia had the most patience and knowledge when it came to little ghouls who had some troubling behavior.

It had started going down hill at lunch. Phantom had been exhausted from little sleep and lots of practice. This made him far more snappish than usual.

An eye roll and scoff was all Swiss got when asked how practice went which alarmed the multi ghoul. It wasn't often that their youngest acted in such a mean manner. Swiss just whistled and took his coffee to his room, not having it in him to put up with Phantom's attitude.

Ironically enough, Phantom felt the tears well up once Swiss had left. He hadn't meant to be mean, he was just so tired. The strong emotions plus an empty kitchen sent him into a primitive mindset though. He started grabbing all the prepacked food he could before scurrying into his room and dropping his hoard of food. Internally, it made sense to him. He had kissed off Swiss and now he risked not being fed. That wasn't actually the case though as they had been trying to tell him that no matter how mad they were with him, he'd always be loved, fed, clothed and allowed his own space. Right now, he couldn't see that though. Too little and too distraught.

The little ghoul started putting the food around his room, hiding it in every nook and cranny like a squirrel. That was until a nock echoed through his room and he stopped dead in his tracts.

"Little bat, it's Mountain. May I come in?" A soft yet firm voice asked from the other side of the door. Phantom shoved all the food underneath his blankets.

"Co-come in," he said softly, sitting on his bed, careful to mind his snacks. The stutter was a tell take sign of his little mindset as he had worked hard on shaking that while big. Literal months of speech therapy.

Mountain opened the door and shut it behind him at that, looking at Phantom with a sad look as he started to walk over. The little ghoul just stared at his feet, trying to ignore everything. He felt hot under the collar and like he brain was a mess. Be could practically smell the trouble he was in. However, he wasn't expecting the near giant ghoul to sit down.... Right on his snack pile. It caused Mountain to stand up just as quickly as he had sat down.

"Phantom, what is that?" Mountain asked a little more firmly that he intended which just caused the quintessence ghoul to look ten times more guilty. After sitting there for a minute, Mountain knew he wasn't going to get an answer but that was okay. When Phantom felt stressed words were hard to get out, however, that didn't mean the little ghoul could get away with everything.

Pulling back the blanket, Mountain just sighed but quickly silenced himself, not wanting to put more pressure on Phantom.

"I need you to go to the corner, Phantom, for 5 minutes," he says softly, planting a soft and short kiss to the little ghouls forehead. He didn't want to risk Phantom feeling even more guilty or like he had left someone done, however, rules were in place for a reason and this was one of them. The time out wasn't even a true punishment, rather it was a time for the both of them to think about what happened before discussing it.

Phantom spends the 5 minutes, curled up in a ball, his tail in his mouth gently sucking on it to self sooth. Mountain had taken this time to put the snacks that weren't hidden into a bag to take back out as well as finding one of the pacifiers they had gotten for Phantom.

"Come her bat," Mountain said softly once the 5 minutes were up, facing Phantom with his arms open. The little ghou leave running and hugged Mountain tightly. So-so-sorry, i-i-," his words were choked back by his cries and stutter.

"Breath, hey, hey, breath. Find your words first, Baby," Mountain reminded him softly, gently positioning him on his lap and holding his hand. He mimicked deep breathing for the little ghoul until he joined in and finally caught his breath and appeared more calm.

"There you go," Mountain said softly, gently rubbing Phantom's legs.

"S-sorry for... For tak-taking fo-food," Phantom stuttered which got a nod from Mountain.

"I'm not mad about that, Baby bat, or at all. However, you know our rules. We don't hide or hoard food, right? We share our food with everyone in this house, right babby bat?" Mountain questioned softly, looking at Phantom's eyes which refused to meet his. The other ghoul nodded though which was enough for Mountain to feel like he understood.

"Can you tell me why you felt this way? Or would it be easier to write it down right now?" The earth ghoul asked in the same level tone. Phantom holds up a small and shaky two which causes Mountain to shuffle and pull out his phone, opening up the notes app and handing it to Phantom. The smaller ghoul takes it and quickly types what be was feeling.

'Was mean to Swiss. He mad. I wont get to eat.'

Reading this, Mountain nodded again before stating, "But that's not true little one. You know that right?" Phantom nods, "That's a good boy. You've had a long day, haven't you? Was being mean to Swiss the icing on the cake?" Another nod. Mountain pulls Phantom into a tight hug, one that the other could have prevented if he had wanted, clearly not the case. The food hoarding had been an issue since Phantom had first been summoned and they all knew it was going to continue to be one for a long while but that was fine; they loved Phantom for who he was completely.

"I think we should go apologize to Swissy and then maybe take a nap, hmm?"

[tatertotsafterdark]

Marking - Scott Howl x Reader

18+ MDNI. READ “CONTAINS” SECTION BEFORE READING.

|| Being a struggling college student sucks. Luckily, your werewolf boyfriend doesn't mind helping you de-stress - even if he gets a little too into it.

CONTAINS: AFAB READER, GIVING!SCOTT, RECEIVING!READER, BITING, MARKING, HICKEYS, OVER THE CLOTHES, NO AFTERCARE, MENTIONS OF MIDTERMS

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: IK I switched this fic from what was planned at the last minute but shhhhh... tried to put some characteristics of the Monster Prom writing style but I don't know how successful that was. Based mainly off the first Monster Prom game. (Ignore how the gif is monster roadtrip okay byeeee have fun reading or don't)

Midterms, midterms, midterms. Jesus fucking Christ. That’s all your life has been for the last few weeks, working on gradually revising your notes and studying for those God forsaken tests, worth a part of your grade that’s way too big. You slam your flat palms onto the desk in your small apartment, giving it a good couple of smacks. You’re frustrated, unable to grasp the topic you’re reading through. Why the hell did you have to take a math class? You hated math. Your major didn’t really use math, either. 

You groan as you hear a knock at the door, lifting yourself on to tired legs. Who visits this late at night, especially when you have a giant sign on your apartment door labeled “DON’T DEAD OPEN INSIDE?” You’d think by now people would catch on to your witty ideas of decoration and lack of availability. Maybe studying for midterms wouldn’t be so hard if you’d stop making interior design into your impromptu passion. 

Your hand quickly twists the knob, without giving much thought to check if there was some kind of evil monster or a serial killer or a Jehovah Witness outside of your door. Luckily, it’s none of those - it’s Scott! You manage a smile as his tail wags, and step aside, nonverbally inviting him inside. You can do that since he’s not a vampire. He quickly enters, wrapping his muscular arms around you.

“Dude, where have you been?!” He yells out, a large and toothy smile plastered on his face. You can practically hear his tail wagging, and you can definitely hear it hitting into his backside as it wags. 

“Studying.” You reply, returning the hug weakly and shuffling back over to the living room, lit only by a singular lamp (setting the aesthetic is an important part of studying, after all). You didn’t realize it until now, but your desk was piled with sticky notes, flashcards, notebooks, highlighters, pens in every color under the sun, and empty energy drink cans.

“Studying? Who even studies anymore?” Scott cocks his head, making that stupid-yet-so-damn-cute face at you like he always did when he was questioning your totally normal decisions. 

“I mean, c’mon, when was the last time you got some sun, bro? Your curtains are never open.” Scott says, a small pout on his lips as he looks down at you. You opt to ignore the comment about your currents, and instead huff and walk over to your desk.

“It doesn’t matter when I last left my apartment or opened the windows or anything like that. What’s important right now is that I teach myself everything my professor has been trying to teach us for the past few weeks.” Your ass hits the office chair a bit hard, which sends it backwards. The back of your chair hits Scott’s front, stopping it in its place. 

“You haven’t even showed up to the gym recently! You’re not getting any exercise.”

“I’m not interested in exercising. I want to pass these dumbass exams, Scott. Plus, there isn’t an exercise in the world that I actually like.” 

“Yes there is, bro, you know that.” 

“Great, Scott, then go ahead and tell me because you definitely know me better than I know myself.” You roll your eyes, and the action could probably be heard just off of the nasty tone you dip down into using. Swapping sleep for caffeine isn’t good for your mood, note to self. 

“Well, Polly says that sex burns calories, so therefore, it’s exercise.” 

You freeze up for a moment, thinking about the implications of the sentence that just slipped out of Scott’s lips. Was he implying that you two-? 

Before you can think much longer, one of Scott’s large hands is slowly massaging your chest, and the other is in between your thighs. He may be a bit academically challenged, but at least he wouldn’t be totally lost in an anatomy class. You can’t help but lean into the touch. It’d been ages since you’d gotten any action, even before you started obsessing over getting good grades on your midterms. Scott’s large fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit is enough to melt your brain, getting it off of finding derivatives, even if it was only for a temporary amount of time. 

“Shit- don’t stop- please.” You manage to get your voice to work in between pathetic squeaks and whimpers, and Scott simply speeds up in response to your words. You close your eyes, soaking in the much needed feeling of human contact. Two of Scott’s fingers find their way to the hard bud that’s developed under your shirt, gently twisting and pinching it as your moans get louder.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, and before long, you feel fangs on the tender flesh. Love bites are completely welcome, of course, so you don’t complain. You run your fingers through his hair as he finishes you off, giving you much needed release without so much as undressing you.

“There, bro! Now you’ve got your daily workout in. Your studying is going to be way easier now.” Scott says with a proud smile, turning your office chair around to face him. The way his face drops, you can tell he’s totally marked up your entire neck to the point even a turtleneck wouldn’t be enough to hide it. Oh, shit. 

“Well… a workout is exactly what I needed. Thanks, bro.”

“Anytime, dude! Just, uh, make sure you have that color corrector stuff you were talking about the one time.” Scott laughs, turning on his heel and walking to your kitchen. You rub your fingers over the bite marks, and the fact that they’re indented into your skin is enough to tell you that any amount of color corrector wouldn’t be enough anyway. They trail up to just below your ear, so you’ll just have to hide away in your room and study for a few more days until they fade. 

You take a deep breath, turning away from Scott as he opens your fridge, and picking up one of your colorful pens for the umpteenth time that evening. 

[mistrdctr]

@mxrvelouscreations asked: Send 🥂💋 (or “cheers & kisses”, if you can’t see the emoji) to share a toast and a kiss with my muse on New Year’s Eve. (Tony)

There's worse ways to celebrate the new year. Stephen could be stuck in a hell dimension, for example (done that, sucked). He could also be at the Sanctum alone, waiting for that one minute to pass and then share a toast with himself (a... literal one, wasn't satisfying). He could also just completely forget about it (no, he would never - forgetting, in that case, means ignoring) and sleep through it, pretend that nothing has changed at all and constantly fuck up writing the correct date whenever he has to (will happen in any case).

But, this time, he's not alone, nor is he stuck in another dimension or munching on a piece of dry toast; He is at Stark's tower, which is refreshingly... refreshing, really. ---And he's also currently sharing a bed with a man, hence the not-alone-part.

That man is not any man, of course, but Tony himself; Both of them aren't wearing any clothes, because why should they, and both of them are currently enjoying the aftermath of what has been a truly satisfying encounter. Very satisfying; Stephen would do that all over again, actually. More than once, if possible.

The clock is ticking (quite literally), seconds pass, turning into minutes, with only a few remaining until this year will end and another one starts.

Smiling to himself, the sorcerer hums - and, just ike that, Tony will find himself holding onto a glass filled with bubbly liquid. Stephen got one as well - of course he does - and he turns his head around to look at his quite unusual, yet highly desired bed-companion with a smirk stretching along his full lips.

"---Almost time.", he says, winking. "We wouldn't want to greet the new year without an appropriate drink, would we?"

[angel-eyes05]

i remember his hands - chapter 2

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/n will be very fleshed out like i'm gonna give her everything lol

WARNING: bl00d mention, explicit language (both swearing and ig sexually)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2.9k

NOTES: i just now realized the summary said y/k this whole time instead of y/n, i knew something looked off lmao 😭 just ignore that lol. also if you guys want me to make a taglist, just lmk in the comments and if you want me to tag you or not

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To your surprise, you opened your eyes to find yourself alive in your bed. Your head throbbed in a sharp, piercing pain. You looked into the mirror that sat in front of your bed to examine your facial injuries. You had a bandage wrapped around the right side of your head. As you went to touch the place where the rock was smashed into, you winced from the pain as it shot into your head. It wasn’t as deep of an injury as you thought it would be, but it wasn’t doing you much good either. You also noticed a bruise on your left upper cheekbone, very quickly growing into a black eye. You assumed it was from when the man tackled you into the creek. You moved down to your throat area to find two dark purple bruises on the front side of your neck. Other than those injuries and a couple of scratches on your arms and knees, you figured you were in better shape than your attacker. You wondered what ended up happening to him. If you were here alive, it meant he probably survived too. Left out there, he was probably finished off by roaming mites. Either way, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

You hear a knock at the door. “Come in”, you struggle to get out, a spiky pain going down your throat after you the words escape your mouth. Janet opens the door and walks over to your bed with a glass of water and some more bandages. “Yeah that sounds as bad as I thought it would be. Whoever caused those neck bruises was really trying to kill you”, she replied, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. “Really? I thought the bloody dent in my head would be more of a giveaway”, you sarcastically reply in pain. You got a small chuckle out of her. “Even a near death experience couldn’t take away your wonderful sense of humor”, she jokingly replied. You smiled at her remark. Janet went to unravel the bandage on your head. You grimaced as she tried to rip off the parts that were dried on by the blood. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine”, she said after noticing the expression on your face. “You’re a tough girl. One of the strongest people I’ve met.” A slight smile crept onto your face. She dipped a cloth into the bowl of water, then started to dab it onto the wound. As much as the process of getting to it sucked, you enjoyed moments like these with Janet. You know, even though finding you out there bleeding out from your head probably almost scared her to death, that she enjoyed them too. You took a sip of water from the glass she gave you, which improved your throat pain significantly. Once she finished cleaning your head, she wrapped another bandage around the wound. “Alright, I’m fixing up some breakfast for you in the kitchen. If you need anything, just ring this.” She placed a little bell on your nightstand as she gathered her stuff to leave.

After failed attempts to fall back asleep, you decided to head out to the kitchen to help Janet. You gently placed your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. You slightly limped over to the mirror to assess yourself again. Your head looked slightly better with the change in bandages, but the bruise on your cheekbone had now fully turned into a black eye. You winced as you placed your fingers on the swollen area around the bone. The bruises on your neck had stayed about the same size as the last time you saw them. You rolled up your pant legs to find two bandaged gashes on your right knee, most likely from the tackle as well. You slowly turned and hobbled towards the door to walk into the kitchen. You made your way across the hallway of the cabin into the kitchen and living room (it was more of just a little kitchenette with a couch in it). You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the fluorescent lighting of the room. As you opened your eyes again, you could hardly believe what you saw going on by the couch.

Janet was kneeling on the floor next to couch, tending to the same man who tried to kill you. She was cleaning up a cut he had on his left tricep, as he laid there shirtless on the couch. Your heart sunk as your eyes laid on him. He was still unconscious, but the thought of your attempted killer being in the the same house as you made you nauseous with fear. “Janet!” you whisper yelled at her, half from the fear of waking him up and half from the pain still in your throat. She didn’t turn around. You yelled again. She rolled her eyes as she finished changing the bandage and walked over to you. “What is he doing here?” you asked like she was insane. “I couldn’t just leave him there to become mite food y/n”, she truthfully replied. “Uh, yes. Yes, you very well could have. You are aware of the fact that he almost killed me, right?” you asked, still concerned the situation wasn’t getting through to her. “Yes I am, and that’s exactly why I brought him here.” All you could do in response to hearing her say that was nervously laugh. “Listen to me y/n, I’ve been here for much longer than you have. So I know for a fact that when people arrive here, it’s either from some extremely fucked up accident, or for a very important purpose. I believe he’s here due to the latter. We need to keep him alive to find out that purpose, alright?” she snapped at you. You hadn’t seen this side of her much, so whenever you did, you knew she meant it. You nodded in response. “Alright” she said as she took a deep breath “Now help me with breakfast.”

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He could see the bright white lights seeping in from his eyelids as he slowly opened his eyes. As he regained consciousness, he immediately felt shooting pains in his shoulder, abdomen, and foot. His groaning caught Janet’s attention as she walked over to where he was with damp cloth. He tried to move back slightly, but if he moved any more, the pain would get worse or he would probably fall off the couch, which was definitely too small for him to lay horizontally on it. Janet looked at him for a consenting look before taking the cloth to the right of his abdomen. He hesitantly nodded. He groaned through the stinging pain of the water mixing with the bloody wound. “I’m surprised you were still alive by the time I got you inside. This one right here should’ve had you dead within the first three minutes of getting bit” Janet said to break the silence. “W…Where am I?” he asked tiredly. “My cabin. I’ll tell you the rest of it when you’re awake enough to pay attention to what I’m telling you.” Janet placed her hands on his back once she noticed he was trying to sit up. He cried out in pain through his teeth as he tried to sit normally. “Woah, woah, woah, I don’t think you’re ready for that yet”, Janet said concerned. “No time”, he said between short breaths. “Need to get back to the sh-.”

He cut himself off when he saw you standing by the kitchen counter, your back to him and you head lowered. He kept his eyes on you for a bit and examined your frame, trying to understand how someone as small as you could reduce him to this. You could feel his eyes on you, like a laser burning into your back. The longer the moment went on, the more you wanted to take the knife nearest to you and finish the job you started. After what felt like hours, he finally turned his face back to Janet. Being able to tell what he was going to say next, she said “She lives here with me. And before you ask, no she isn’t going anywhere. And until you fully heal, you aren’t leaving either.” Janet turned to face both of you. “And until that time happens, I need you two to try to not kill each other. Alright?” You reluctantly nodded your head. He did the same. “Ok good.” Janet finished with his abdomen wound and walked over to you in the kitchen. “I’m going into town for a bit to get some more medical supplies, so I’m going to need you to finish with his shoulder and foot” she told you, already noticing the horrified look creeping onto your face. Your heart sunk and your eyes widened hearing her say that. “Janet, no, there’s no way. You leave me here alone and there is no doubt he’ll kill me” you whispered quite enough so he wouldn’t hear. Janet pulled you outside with her to talk. “Listen, I know you don’t trust him and I don’t entirely either, but have you seen him? It would take a miracle for him to get up right now and charge at you again. Plus, I need you to try to get information on him while I’m gone, ok?” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Ok.” “Thank you.” Janet gave you a little peck on your forehead. “I’ll be back soon.” She started walking off into the distance. With Janet’s good luck kiss, you turned to the door to walk inside. As you went to turn the doorknob, you noticed your hand slightly shaking. You took one last deep breath to calm yourself before walking inside.

You walked inside, determined not to make eye contact with him the entire time. Once you got to the kitchen counter, you could already feel his eyes on you again. You could’ve sworn he had some kind of laser eye power, because you could feel yourself getting hotter with each passing second. It was almost paralyzing how it made you feel. “Could you stop that please?” you finally said, hoarsely. You heard a slight chuckle from him. “Sounds like I did a number on you after all. Not good enough though, since you’re still walking” he replied in a rich, slightly menacing tone. It was enough to send a slight shiver down your spine. You could hardly believe Janet trusted him enough to not kill you. You took yet another deep breath, and grabbed the bowl of water, a sewing needle and thread, a roll of bandages, and a damp cloth. You still avoided eye contact, but out of your peripherals, you could see he was still staring at you. What you couldn’t tell though, was if he was slightly smirking or not. 

You placed the bowl down on the ground and you sat right in front of his foot. You reached to unravel the bandage wrapping his left foot, but he moved it away. You sighed. You knew exactly what he was doing. Giving in to what he wanted, you finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were just as sharp and full of anger as they were when he first punched you in the chest. “Please don’t move. This will be easier for both of us if you stay still”, you say to break the tension. You go back to his foot to unwrap it, but he moves it yet again. You huffed to yourself and turned back to him. “Listen, I know you’re upset with me over the arrow, and I’m sorry. My intention wasn’t to hit you. But I have every right to be mad at you as well. Now I know you don’t want me here, but I hate to break it to you, you’re stuck with me until Janet gets back. Now can you please hold your foot in place so I can take off this god damn bandage!” you yelled as loud as your injured throat let you. You must have turned red or something because you noticed a smirk slightly tug on his lips. He moved his foot in front of you. “Thank you”, you remark, turning away from him again. 

You unravel the bandage to find Janet already stitched up the wound on his foot. That made things easier for you at least. You took the damp towel and dabbed it on the wound. You couldn’t believe you were here, cleaning the wounds of the same man who just tried to kill you. Apparently he couldn’t believe it either, since his eyes were still locked onto you. You finished applying the water and wrapped his foot back up. You moved over to his shoulder next. You were much closer to him now, forcing you to have to take looks at him. It was the same expression every time though. Anger, mixed with annoyance, mixed with a hint of fascination. You unraveled this bandage. This was the one Janet hadn’t gotten to yet. You figured this would give you a chance to redeem yourself though, fixing up the wound you gave him. You kneeled in front of his shoulder with the threaded needle and stuck it into the wound. As soon as you put it in, the man clenched his teeth and groaned in pain. He wiped his face with his hands in anguish. 

You pulled the needle through the skin, and at some point you must have hit a specific spot, because his hand shot down and took hold of your thigh to hold as leverage. Butterflies flooded into your stomach as he squeezed your thigh with every pull of the needle and thread. You looked down and took notice of his hand once again. Noticing how big it was, how tense it would get, and whether he did it with intention or not, how he would occasionally trace his thumb across you clothed skin. Once previously around your throat, now seizing your thigh and tightening its grip with every movement of the needle. You felt your cheeks getting brighter with each tighten. Part of you thought he was doing this to fuck with you, but the looks you saw on his face proved you otherwise. 

Being this close allowed you to take notice of all his facial features now. From his plump lips, to the two identical scars running down his face. You knew they had to have some sort of story behind them, but you decided to ask another time. You were unable to reach a certain spot on the inner part of his shoulder, so you sat up slightly to move more into him to reach it. This is when it hit you how close you two were. Feeling his hot breaths on your cheek, hearing his slight moans and groans of pain, and now with the movement of his hand from on top of your thigh to your sensitive inner thigh. You were embarrassed to admit the combination of everything made you slightly wet. You had to use your spare hand to push two pieces of his skin together that were too far apart for the needle to get in naturally. As you pushed, he moved his right hand to grab yours. Now that it was touching your bare skin, you could fully appreciate the feel of his skin on yours. You felt how rough it was as the calluses on his hands slightly scratched against your knuckles. 

You finished up and closed the wound and started dabbing it with the damp towel with the same hand that was holding the needle. He still hadn’t moved either of his hands, his moans and groans now turned into short pants. You sat there for a second, embarrassed with how comfortable you suddenly were with him. Part of that embarrassment also went towards how wet his hand being on your upper inner thigh made you. “Are you ok?” you asked, having to say something in fear of what you would do if you just stayed like this. He nodded slightly. He opened his eyes after having them shut from the pain and looked into yours again. Only this time, they weren’t filled with anger. You couldn’t tell what look this one was. Maybe weakness from his pain. Maybe wonder. Maybe…. After clearing his throat, he finally took his hand off of yours. Then, almost as if he were teasing you at this point, he dragged his hand off your inner thigh agonizingly slow, finger by finger. Cheeks flushed and stifling the noise you felt building up in your throat, you grabbed your materials and moved them over to the kitchen counter and made your way back to your room without saying another word. “Wait”, you heard him call out. You popped your head out from behind the hallway corner and stood there waiting for what he was going to say.

“What’s your name” he asked softly.

“Y/N” you hesitantly answered.

“...I’m sorry for earlier y/n.”

“I’m sorry too…” you signaled to him for his name.

“Kang.”

“I hope you heal well, Kang.”

“You too.”

You walked back over to your room, using whatever self control you had to stifle any feeling that might have been awoken in those moments.

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NEXT PART

A/N: dude i dont think you understand how much i enjoyed writing that HJFHJF. there will be more to come soon dw. but i hope you enjoyed this chapter (this took up 9 google doc pages lmao) since shit actually happened lmao. as regarding whenever chapter 3 comes out, it might take a little while since the ideas for the preview-chapter 2 came to me super quick, im still thinking about what direction chapter 3 will take. It shouldn’t take any longer than a week, but please just be patient. thank you for reading!

[raythekiller]

💕 and 🧦 for lane and/or BEN? Ik you’ve been doing a lot of lane but so you can obv ignore but i promise you your feeding us good

BEN is a little clueless with romance. He never had the chance to experience it before, so it's all very new to him. That doesn't mean he's not a very diligent and caring lover.

Domestic headcanons wise, he barely knows the basics, but is willing to learn if he ever really needs to, which is far from the case since Slenderman provides them food and clean clothes. (His room is still a mess, though).

LANE, however, is a hopeless romantic. They only fail to get the objects of their affection because they suck at pretending they weren't stalking them for the last few weeks and will act like they're both super close friends even if they've only just met (from the other person's perspective, anyway).

They're also a little bit of a malewife. Knows how to cook and clean and is more than willing to do it if no one else's up to it. Has some crazy good family recipes up their sleeve.

[seoafin]

hey i hope this doesn’t come the wrong way or condescending or know it all but as someone who used to struggle a lot with making friends in the past and worried about having someone to talk to in class to an unmanageable degree the trick to it so so so simple it rlly is just talking to ppl😭 ik that sounds annoying but especially in uni everyone is so fucking lost and confused there and everyone rlly rlly wants to have someone to talk to like literally just ask people for their number know that whatever u try it doesn’t matter it’s gonna be awkward at first and it’s gonna suck until y’all reach a point that it doesn’t. and honestly it most likely will not work out you’re not gonna find a best friend of the cusp but someone to talk to for a while and then a new semester will come and you have to do the same thing again and not let it beat u down it sucks but the more u do it the more likely it’ll be that you’ll eventually find someone u vibe with rlly well and this is coming from a commuter😭😭 so u know if anyone struggled with making friendships it’s me. ik i’m being rlly like obtusely direct and what everyone wanted was probably just some words of comfort but like if it helps if it helps anyone at all what i do is sit down at a table or somewhere full of girls (i hate the idea of trying to be friends with guys) i do commute so i like dressing up so it helps to look presentable u know and if ur gonna pick out a table pick girls who styles match ur own or you feel like y’all would vibe well that you think you can talk with or make small talk with (it’s hell but it helps to broach into more interesting topics😭😭) also eye contact is massively important eye contact and one of those white people smiles where u nod at them that is honestly the best step!!! i’m in graphic design so i got the chance to just come up to someone and just be like ‘oh i like or oh that’s neat’ something else i used to do in more academically inclined classes would be to compliment something about them like nails helps jeans or their clothes ppl loveeee to talk about themselves rlly especially art kids ugh i sound insufferable i swear to god i’m not coming from a higher place it’s just a rlly good method especially if u do it over and over and over again u don’t get time to doubt yourself or question whatver the hell ur doing i sound so annoying but it also helps if u mirror the person ur talking to like their vibe and most important of all of u make plans like dinner coffee or study plans force yourself to go to them!! it’s hell i hate it but it’s necessary to make connections and friendships also it was smt rlly tough to realize but not everyone in your life is meant to be your closest most amazing friend some people are meant to just be there for a while and that’s okay!! pls feel free to ignore if i sound annoying or higher thou in any way it just genuinely is helpful to me i tend to fall rlly into myself when i feel lonely in a class or when i can’t talk to ppl it makes me overthink and kinda hate myself so if it does help anyone i just wanted to send this in ALSO if it’s a real real friend and it’s meant to happen you’ll rlly just need to be yourself my best friend i met after highschool i met online through a friend of a friend and i would do anything for her love her but if there’s anyone at all whokinda kicks themsleves over not being able to talk to ppl in class or grab coffee and this might help them i thought it would be nice to send😭😭 i also just rlly do like getting to know ppl and talking to ppl so this pushes me more to do that

no you don't sound condescending at all this is GREAT advice that i also stand behind. it's all about talking people DO love talking about themselves. and people are more inclined to remember you if you make eye contact and regularly make an effort to talk to them!!!!! make plans and GO to them. there's no shame in making life friendships even after your so-called prime years. i had like 1 real friend in high school. didn't even meet the bulk of my friends until this year!!! It's never too late!!!

[starrycollesta]

Hii hello! Can you do a fic where eddie ruts into a pillow or sum like that w a mommy kink? Be as creative as you want, ik you'll make a great fiction outta it!

MESSY BOY !

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 1.3k

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! you catch eddie rutting into a pillow when you return home from work and decided to help him with his problem.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! masturbation, mommy kink, vaginal sex, sub!eddie, dom!reader, begging, creampie, unprotected sex, descriptive sex, you call eddie a slut once, squirting.

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3 | MASTERLIST | REQUEST ME !

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You had just left for work, reluctantly leaving behind a very needy Eddie Munson. He begged you to stay just for a couple of minutes and help him with the sizable bulge in his jeans, to which you refused apologetically. Being just over a few minutes late was sure to piss off your annoying boss so you couldn't take the risk, not even to help your poor boyfriend.

Eddie laid on the bed, fingers thumbing through the pages of an old porn magazine that Gareth and Jeff had gifted him on his birthday three years ago. He barely raised an eyebrow as his eyes took in multiple pictures of big chested women getting pounded in multiple positions and men getting their dicks sucked.

Usually, these pictures would do the trick of making his cock twitch and his hormones to spike - considering there wasn't many people lining up to fuck him in the past, so the magazine was sort of a lifeline - but he felt no sense of arousal looking at these pornographic images.

All he could think about was you.

He thought about the way you held his hips down and sucked him off, making him take the pleasure you gave him. His hands would be tied above his head while you rode his cock, whispering praises about how good he was making mommy feel and how he was such a good boy. The porn magazine was long forgotten by now as Eddie's mind drifted back to the graphic images playing in his head.

He closed the magazine and returned it to its place under the bed. He lifted his hips up to slide his tight jeans off his slender legs. He quickly discarded them to a random place in the room, the item joining the rest of the clutter. His Hellfire shirt soon joined the pile in his room. He turned his attention to the raging hard on in his underwear.

Eddie let out a whimper as he palmed himself through his boxers, a wet patch already forming on the cloth. He slipped his right hand through his underwear while his left hand tweaked his perky nipples.

"Oh fuck..." Eddie's eyes rolled as he threw his head back at the sensations his body was feeling. He thought about instead of his hands roaming his body, what if they were your hands, playing with his nipples, touching his cock. He continued to tweak his nipples and plump his leaking cock in earnest.

"Feels so good mommy, yeah." he gasped out, cock twitching wildly in his grip, toes curling as he shot ropes of his seed onto his stomach.

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"Eddie, I'm home." you yelled out while kicking off your shoes and setting your purse on the couch.

When Eddie didn't respond - which was unusual for your boyfriend to not be waiting by the door - you called for him again.

Sighing and shaking your head in defeat, you made your way to the bedroom. By the time you got to the hallway, you could hear Eddie's hitched breathing and moans.

"Faster mommy - oh god - just like that!" Eddie dragged out his words, moaning. You smirked and opened the door, taking in the sight of your boyfriend rutting into a pillow, completely naked. His back and ass were presented to you, and you couldn't help but admire the way his ass shook slightly at every thrust he made.

You know he heard you come through the door, but he simply ignored you.

You made your way over to him and put your fingers under his chin to lift his head up. He stared up at you, almost blackened eyes gleaming playfully back at you, a slight smirk on his pouty lips. His thrusts never stopped as you touched his face, in fact his pace quickened.

"Does it feel good baby? rutting into mommy's pillow because your so god damn needy..." you ran your fingers through his curly brown hair, massaging his scalp softly, making Eddie's eyes roll back and a whimper to escape his parted lips.

"Stop humping the pillow, Eddie." you commanded him, tugging at his hair slightly. Eddie's eyebrows furrowed as he frowned.

"But-"

"No but's, baby. Mommy's got a really special treat for you." you coo at him and step away from the bed. He frowned but reluctantly moved the pillow away from his body, revealing his hard cock that was dripping with pre-cum. He positioned himself on his side to watch your next move.

When you noticed that you got your boyfriend's full attention, you slowly stripped out of your work clothes starting with your shirt. You unclasped your bra causing your boobs to bounce out from the material and Eddie's cock to flank at the display.

You remain eye contact as you shimmed out of your pants and soaked panties. His eyes rapidly took in your now naked frame with lust. He ran his hand up and down his cock.

You slowly made your way to the bed, as if you were stalking your prey. You crawled onto the bed, pushed Eddie on his back before climbing on top of him, cock just inches away from your entrance. Your hands were placed on his stomach to steady yourself as you grinded on his dick, coating part of it with your wetness.

Eddie gasped and gripped the sheets as you continued to grind yourself on him, not yet sticking his cock into your dripping pussy.

"Mmm, feels so fucking good mommy..." Eddie moaned and bucked up slightly, trying to slide his cock into you.

After some minuets of grinding on your pleading boyfriend, you lifted yourself and grabbed his cock before inserting it into your cunt.

You both moaned out once you were connected. You wasted no time riding him quickly, bouncing on his cock madly. His hands flew up to your waist to speed up your already unforgiving pace.

Usually, you'd slap his hands away, but you decided to let him take some lead way, even small. He shook as he thrust up into you, skin clapping loudly.

"Such a good slut, fucking mommy like that. Oh- that's right baby, go faster!" you said breathlessly as Eddie babbled out random words and continued to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You were sure his grip on your hips were going to bruise later but you didn't care. Eddie was fucking you so good, your mind was going blank.

"Shit- fuck, mommy I'm gonna cum so hard in your fucking pussy like a good boy!" Eddie cried out, hips moving quickly upward. His cock was driving in and out of you so deliciously deep.

"Not until I cum baby, not until I cum..." you repeated, head lolling, while you ferociously rubbed your clit. You could feel the forceful orgasm incoming.

Eddie nodded vigorously, never ceasing his jackhammering pace.

"Oh my, oh my fuck..." you gritted your teeth as you suddenly felt yourself cumming but it felt different, not like your usual orgasms. You looked down at where you and Eddie were connected. Your eyes widened as you seen the fluids of your orgasm all over his abdomen. You had just squirted.

You looked to see Eddie's reaction, but he only looked completely blissed out and thoroughly fucked.

You praised him lovingly while he fucked up into you, balls slapping against your ass.

After a few more thrusts, Eddie stilled completely and came with a loud scream - the neighbors would definitely be complaining. You felt ropes of his hot seed filling you up, coating your walls. The feeling of Eddie's cum filling you up to the brim felt so good.

After Eddie's long high went away, you slowly dismounted him, a mixture of his cum and yours trailing down your leg. You got off the bed and kissed Eddie's sweaty forehead.

"Wanna head into the shower with me Ed's?"

Eddie instantly perked up from his comfortable spot on the bed. He nodded enthusiastically in response and jumped out the bed, walking behind you.

In the shower, not much cleaning was being done.

[frenchfrywrites]

Beel's Favorite Beverage

MINORS DNI

a rq from the bestie <3 @teeth-farie asked for beel drinking piss

just a heads up that besties this one is filthy :) ik sometimes im subtle abt my piss kink (at least I think I am) but this isnt one of those times

soft (ish) dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom beel, piss/watersports/omo, piss drinking, cum eating, feminization, exhibitionism (can be skipped, starts at "Though, it gets a bit tricky sometimes..." and ends at "Yet, despite those close calls...") slight degradation, under negotiated kink and beel gets pouty but everything is consensual and sane and sweet.

It didn’t surprise you to find that Beelzebub has an oral fixation, with the way that he so frequently chews on his pencils, his clothes, his nails, and how he sucks on hard candies, and his fingers, and silverware when he's done eating. Anyone could have put two and two together. Though what did surprise you was how often- near obsessively he wanted to suck your cock. He tugs on your shirt at any moment of free time, sending you puppy eyes and glancing down at your groin, sending you subtle signals that he wants to deepthroat you. And how could you ever say no?

So here you are, having been sitting on your bed for hours, messing around on your phone while Beel holds you in his mouth, his nose nestled against your pubes, softly suckling or swallowing around you every once in a while but largely just content with warming you.

Suddenly there was a twinge in your bladder. You knew this was bound to happen eventually, but with how comfortable and sedated Beel looks right now, you decide to hold on for as long as possible.

When the urge to pee gets harder and harder to ignore you gently push at his head a bit, trying to get him off so you can go. Beel looks up at you, confused, staying in his place. “Beel baby, I have to- I’ve got to pee,” you tell him, a bit frantic with how bad it is now, trying again to push him away.

Beelzebub's eyebrows furrow for a second. He closes his eyes, thinking, meanwhile your thighs are shaking as you try your best to hold in your pee. And then he’s giving you the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen.

You're hit with disbelief. “Jesus, are you - do you want me to- to pee in your mouth, Beel?” he nods, or tries his best to, without hurting you. You sigh, “I mean if you’re really sure…" you're a bit hesitant but also desperate now with how bad you have to go. "Try not to spill anything, I don’t want any getting on me, or you, or the bed." Again Beel does his best to nod. "Okay then."

You take a few shaky breaths, trying to relax, Beel reaches up, stroking your thighs softly, awaiting your piss patiently. Shutting your eyes, you find you're unable to look at him while you release into his mouth. Due to your nerves your pee comes out in bursts. Upon the first stream hitting his mouth Beel moans, creating vibrations against your cock and making you stop. He whines, sucking, hoping you start to go again. You do once you’re relaxed enough, and with the second stream you moan, filling his mouth with your salty pee, feeling him swallow around you as he gulps down the liquid. This stream is the longest, but Beel has no problems slurping it down without letting anything leak out of his mouth. When you stop for a second time Beel doesn’t pull off, he stays there for a bit, and you’re glad he does because you end up spurting out a bit more.

Once you’re really finished emptying your bladder you open your eyes again, looking down to see Beel looking up at you- looking like he’s savoring the taste of a five course meal made of all his favorite foods, fisting his cock, while his cheeks burn a bright red. You run a hand through his hair pulling him up a bit. This time he follows, slowly easing off your dick. Before he lets you out of his mouth he runs his tongue over your tip making sure he gets every drop of your piss, and making sure you’re clean when he releases you with a pop.

“You liked that?” you test, your voice soft as you pet his head gently.

“Yuh-” Beel pauses to clear his throat, his voice is rough after not using it for hours, “yeah. Yes. You taste-” his pupils dilate as pre bubbles at his head, “you taste so good.” You feel yourself getting aroused at his reaction.

“Tell me more,” Beel licks his lips.

“I liked that it was dirty. Something ‘m not supposed to drink, but you let me. You gave me permission." He pauses, increasing his pace, "I- hah, liked that I could do what you told me to do, I drank it all and didn't spill," you interrupt,

"You did such a good job," it's a bit weird to be praising him for how well he drank your piss, but perhaps what's weirder is how naturally it comes. Beel flushes at your words. You stroke yourself slowly, growing hard from his words, "keep going," you encourage, your voice deep and rough.

"Um ah, it made me feel good to do what you said. And you- your pee was so hot, and salty, n’ so good. I dunno how to explain more,”

“That’s okay baby girl,” he shivers, “that’s all I needed to hear.” you increase your pace, matching Beel’s. “You’d want to drink my piss again? Be my own ungh personal toilet?” Beelzebub whines openly at that,

“Yeah, ungh, yes, please, mhmm can I, all the time?” he begs, again pulling those irresistible puppy eyes.

“Yeah, fuck I’ll piss in your mouth whenever you want, baby,” you agree, not really thinking it through, driven only by how horny you are right now.

Beel cums not long after you say that, spilling his load all over the bed. He opens his mouth, encouraging you to cum in it when you climax. You slip your cock inside, rubbing yourself along his fat, soft, warm tongue. The sensations aid you in quickly shooting your cum down his throat.

Afterwards the two of you clean up and get back in bed to cuddle, kiss, and eventually sleep.

Of course you jotted that down as an unforgettable experience to try again, but you were entirely unprepared for how life changing the event was for you- and Beelzebub alike.

-

The next morning you get up with Beel and go about your morning routine. Midway through breakfast with the brothers you stand, intending to go to the restroom.

“Where are you going?” Beel, who's seated next to you, asks softly, tugging your shirt so you don’t leave before answering his question.

“Bathroom,” you reply, and Beel stands up. You give him a confused look but he just stares back at you, with a little air of expectancy, but largely unreadable. You shrug, making your way to the restroom, Beel hot on your trail.

He comes in with you, closing the door behind him and dropping to his knees with his mouth open wide.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shout, semi-amused at whatever he's up to. It’s Beel’s turn to look perplexed.

“You- you said you would pee in my mouth all the time. You said you would use me,” he explains like you’re the crazy one here. You run a hand over your face, thinking through what you said last night.

“I did say that, didn't I?” Beel nods, opening his mouth again. You laugh- a bit deliriously, shaking your head. “Alright, okay,” you give in, unzipping your fly and pulling down your pants and underwear enough to release your cock. Beel licks his lips once, then opens his mouth again, waiting obediently. “We gotta be quick, try not to get hard,” knowing his family, if you’re in here for too long together questions will be asked. Beel nods, understanding, so you push your tip in, letting out a pleased sigh at how warm and welcoming his mouth is.

This time your piss comes out all in one long stream. You brush Beel’s hair tenderly out of his face as he eagerly gulps down your pee, his eyes closing and his fists curling. When you’re done you pull out, smearing anything leftover on Beel’s lips. He moans, licking his lips first then leaning in to clean your cock. You watch him slowly lick all over your dick, and it takes extreme restraint not to get hard.

When you’re clean you tuck yourself back into your underwear and pull up your pants. “Good girl,” you praise, stroking his cheek. Beel leans into your touch with a hum. You pull back after a second to wash your hands, and when you’re done Beel is standing brushing dust off his pants.

You open the bathroom door for him, “ladies first,” and Beel laughs softly at your words, but blushes all the same. The two of you walk hand in hand back to the dining room, like nothing happened.

-

Beelzebub makes you live up to your promise. It’s not like he’s forcing you or anything, you certainly get as much- if not more pleasure from the experience. So, with consent all around, you continue to use Beel like a urinal.

Though, it gets a bit tricky sometimes; you have to be inconspicuous so people don’t catch wind of anything, and there have certainly been close calls. Once, Lucifer found you both exiting the restroom at the same time, and he lectured you on messing around in public spaces, fully oblivious to the fact that Beel had just finished drinking your piss for the fourth time that day. Another time, Belphie made an offhand comment on how you’re always going to the bathroom together, so to ease suspicions you stagger when you go. And most recently, a random demon entered the typically vacant bathroom you and Beel use when you’re at RAD, and likely assuming Beel was simply sucking your dick, the demon stuttered out an apology and rushed out of the bathroom.

Yet, despite those close calls, Beelzebub desperately prevails with his piss drinking agenda. He makes sure he’s always there when you need to go. However, there are times where you pee without him (because you’re human, and there’s going to be times when you just can’t hold it any longer), and he always gets fussy when he learns about that. Being the good and loving partner you are, you try to make it up to him when that happens.

You’re making it up to him now.

You hold onto his hips as you ease yourself into him. He lets out a choked moan when you settle fully inside of him

“There you go, pretty girl,” you pat his strong thighs, and Beel rocks his hips back against your cock. “Feel good?” he turns his head, looking away from you as he pouts. You hold back how badly you want to laugh, “Beel, baby, I said I was sorry,” you remind him, cupping his cheek gently. Despite himself Beel leans into your touch, so you begin to rock your hips into him, hoping to improve his mood through pleasure.

“Faster please,” Beel whines softly, rocking back against your hips. You smile, picking up your pace upon his request.

With every thrust he gets less “upset”, and more loose and open with his reactions. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“It's ok, I forgive you,” he tells you, clenching around you tighter. Though you’d been trying not to, you huff out a laugh at his acceptance of your apology. You then lean in and kiss him, pounding into him even harder.

Now that he’s stopped pouting, Beel starts moaning, whining, and whimpering up a storm, all the while still trying to kiss you. His huge cock is bouncing against his stomach as you fuck into him. You grab hold of it, stroking him in time with your thrusts,

“You like it when I touch your clit don’t you?” you ask, and Beel whines your name, arching his back into you,

“Yeah, ahh ‘m gonna cum soon, ungh can I?” you kiss him instead of answering vocally, hoping he can tell you’re more than okay with him cumming already.

It doesn’t take much longer, just a few more thrusts against his prostate and when you focus on stroking around his head, he climaxes, his cum shooting onto his upper stomach and chest.

You slow down, letting him catch his breath.

“Fuck my mouth,” he states simply when he’s recovered from his orgasm, and shit, you’re not going to argue with him. You pull out slowly, trying your best not to overstimulate him.

Then you readjust, shimmying up so you can align your dick with his mouth. Beel holds onto the backs of your thighs for support as he opens his mouth for you. Minding his sharp teeth you start to fuck his throat. You’re lucky Beel doesn’t have a gag reflex, so you can really get your cock fully engulfed in his hot, wet mouth. It never takes you long to cum when you’re fucking his throat, and soon groans- along with precum, start flowing from you. The groans couple with the sound of your balls slapping against his chin to create a filthy cacophony within your room.

Beel sucks hard, working you up, bringing you closer to the edge. You’re pulled over when you feel a familiar strain on your bladder.

“Cumming- ahh- cumming,” you warn, doubling over, caging his head in and jackhammering your cock into his mouth. Beel guzzles down your cum happily- similar to how he is with your piss, he doesn’t let a drop escape his mouth.

“Beel,” you moan softly, “‘m gonna piss too,” he makes a noise that is entirely backed by his excitement, his sweaty hands tightening around your thighs. You relieve yourself, hearing both of you moan when your pee hits his tongue. Though your brain is largely muddled and scattered with different thoughts right now, you come to the conclusion that this could never get old. You could piss into Beel’s mouth every day of your life and never get tired of the way he looks up at you so adoringly, like you're giving him everything he’s ever wanted- ever needed.

When you’ve finished, and Beel has gone through his ritual of cleaning you up afterwards, you pull away, flopping next to him on the bed. Beel leans in to kiss you but you stop him with your finger,

“Ah, I know you like it Beel, but how about you brush your teeth before kissing me?” Beel laughs, nuzzling his head into your chest,

“M’kay,” he agrees easily, kissing your skin instead. You’re glad he’s back to the happy Beel you’re used to.

“Hey, what if…” you start, cheeks flushing as you start speaking without thinking. He hums, prompting you to continue. “What if those times you’re gone and I have to go… what if I,” your voice quiets, nervously speaking out the rest, “what if I peed into a bottle so you could drink it later?”

Beelzebub's eyes shoot open, and an ecstatic grin spreads across his face. You figure this is going to become another part of your life now, though if you’re honest, you’re definitely looking forward to it.

[jen3nini]

Jealousy

Warnings:smut ig

Summary:Joo Seok-Hoon ignores u so u try and make him jealous

UGH seok plzzz pay attention to meeeeee y/n I’m busy leave me alone said seok plzzzzzz plzzzz you start to push him and begging for him to pay attention to u he got annoyed and pushed your hand away harshly and threw the chair and said DONT YOU SEE IM FUCKING BUSY JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I-I’m sorry I’ll g-go you ran out the classroom and Lee Min-Hyeok saw and heard everything and ran behind u u went to the bathroom and locked your self in one of the stall’s and Lee Min-Hyeok came inside the bathroom y/n y/n come it’s me you unlocked the stall and Lee Min-Hyeok started wiping your tears don’t cry y/n it’s ok why did he yell at me? He’s just mad abt something just forget abt it well I want to get him back he looked at u with a confused look and u said I want u to help me make home jealous ARE U CRAZY Y/N HE WILL SKIN ME ALIVE he said come on plzzzzzz no y/n I don’t wanna get killed plzzzzz u said with puppy eyes ahhh fine ok he said yayyyyy thank u then the bell rang and it was time to go home

AT HOME:

You’re trying to call Joo Seok-Hoo but he’s not answering than u open insta and you saw he posted something on story u clicked his story and u saw him taking a picture with Joo Seok-Kyung and Ha Eun-Byeol Yoo Je-Ni Bae Ro-Na Lee Min-Hyeok and they were at a party u felt so sad bc he didn’t invite u u called Lee Min-Hyeok

On the phone:

Lee Min-Hyeok:hey y/n what’s up

Y/n:we’re is Seok?

Lee Min-Hyeok:h-he is busy he’s studying

Y/n:ik your lying he’s at a party

Lee Min-Hyeok:if u knew then why did u ask me?

Y/n: I was testing u to see if u would tell the truth-anyways what are u guys doing?

Lee Min-Hyeok:we’re dancing chilling drinking

Y/n:what’s seok doing rn?

Lee Min-Hyeok: he’s talking with eun byeol

Y/n: ok I gotta go bye

Lee Min-Hyeok: seeya

Y/n pov:

I can’t believe he’s at a party and didn’t invite me his he seriously still mad at me u said to yourself u were silent for a moment and realized that the party was at the penthouse you decided to join them and make seok jealous u finished getting ready and went to the penthouse upstairs and knocked at the door and Yoo Je-Ni opened the door and she looked at u weirdly and said umm y/n are u really trying to get killed today you know seok doesn’t like u to wear reviling clothes wdym I’m only wearing top a with skirt on I said ya a really reveling top and skirt she said whatever I walked in and saw Lee Min-Hyeok hey- are u serious y/n u really trying to get a killed Ik I’m not allowed to wear this but I’m trying to make seok jealous I said then seok came in the living room holding hands with eun byeol it really heart broke u bc he used to hold your hand like that Lee Min-Hyeok saw how sad you are then he said wanna dance with a smile you guy’s danced and u saw how mad seok is u smirked it then been 10 minutes and u and Lee Min-Hyeok got tired and you guys took a break and sat in the couch and then u looked at seok and u saw him darkly smirk u were so confused then eun byeol started flirting with seok and the way she was touching his hand drove u so mad u then u started talking with Lee Min-Hyeok and u saw how eun byeol was touching his face and neck u were super mad and you pushed yourself onto Lee Min-Hyeok and you heard seok getting up he pulled you away from Lee Min-Hyeok harshly he then took u to his room and locked the door and pushed u on the bed s-seok shut the fuck up he said he took of his clothes and started to kiss u a-ah seok look at u he scoffs what a slut u know very well I told u not to wear stuff like this why did u do u do it? U yelled at me and and ignored me so I wanted to make u jealous sorry princess I’m sorry but I’m still gonna punish u he took of your underwear and started to rub your clit oh fuck mhm shh princess u don’t want them to hear us do u? He started to play with your pussy and suck your boobs some time later he covered your body with his blanket and he kissed you and then u both went to sleep

The next day at school:

You were finishing your homework while seok was playing games on his phone then Lee Min-Hyeok came heyy y/n u oh heyy hyeok Hru he said I’m good that’s good and u seok? Seok glared at him hey I’m sorry abt yesterday it’s fine seok said are we cool? Yea seok said while getting up from his chair Lee Min-Hyeok got scared and ran screaming seok ran after him and everyone bursted out laughed don’t worry Lee Min-Hyeok I’ll do your homework after school you yelled laughing Lee Min-Hyeok came back and said u better then continued running

The end

idk what I wrote😭

Plz Don’t copy my work btw sorry if I misspelled anything