#like the whole point in how much I study different body types is to make people feel represented and valid and happy

[szarina]

Could I request Kaiser with reader. The two of them are partners for a project when he offers her a brownie he made, (one that he drugged), she was hesitant but took it, once she felt a little intoxicated, he took advantage of her, despite her trying to push him off, her state made her weaker and unable to push him off as he did what he wanted with her. At the end, he blackmailed her with the recording he took of him taking advantage of her

❝ CONTESTED CRAVINGS. ❞

( ၴႅၴ FEATURING. MICHAEL KAISER

CONTENT WARNINGS. noncon + drugging + nonconsensual recording + groping and touching + kissing + blackmail + sabotage + penetrative sex + manipulation + cunnilingus.

SYNOPSIS. michael's is the bad news with his good looks and talent and the reason why you avoided him.

class projects aren't bad not until you're paired with michael kaiser. the school's star athlete and the resident asshole if you must add. have a bad habit of belittling others that pisses most of the whole student body and only hangs out with alexis ness. whom may have developed an unhealthy obsession with the school's golden boy. following him like a lost pup and would skedaddle if kaiser shooed him off.

you found the dynamic between them unsettling and how could ness accepted being treated like that. you guess is just how they express their feeling or to make the other feel good about themselves and you kind of really don't care, not when michael is your partner. his blonde hair is streaked with baby blue highlights on the tips and that haircut that suits him.

you instantly averted your gaze when you see him walking towards you and pretends that you didn't notice him. feigning interest in a book that you have read over and over.

“at my place?” he asks, smoothing his blonde locks. “s-sure.” you answered him. a little worriedly than you have liked and it looks like you were hesitant and regretting your action towards him.

michael paid it no mind. people acted around him like he was a real total assholes and he is and you were no different from the reactions people have shown him. he just gave you a smile and left you to your own devices.

of course, he have a room for himself. he's the school's star athlete and it comes with privilege including personal spaces. you texted him earlier and there he is. opening his door for you to come in. you gave him a curt greeting. “can we start now?” you asked him. the sooner this project is done the better. you really don't want to be alone with michael. “does my presence annoys you that much?” he smirks, eyeing you in such lazy manner that your eyes widen at what he was saying. kaiser chuckles at your reaction. “just kidding. don't want to waste more than time. make yourself comfortable then.” pointing at his work table. the books and papers and pens are neatly arranged. you didn't took him to be the studious type regarding how he acts in the general but you have judged him too early and mentally slapped yourself for thinking that way and you were still suspicious that he is too polite to you.

“what?” pursing your lips in thin line. you shaked your head. “nothing, michael.” he ignores you and sat beside you. already grabbing the needed materials and you both began in silence.

working with michael isn't so bad. he wasn't his usual asshole self who picks fight at school and insults someone for how they look and their skill. michael's behavior placed you in a dangerous situation with him and interactions with him meant to break what little self-confidence you have. opposite he was. he was so good at following up instructions and have studied in advance. it looks like it was better that you should both have split the workload.

“oh i forgot, i would be a bad host if i didn't you offer you some food. i've gotten brownies in that newly opened bakery.” he said, taking off his round glasses he was wearing while you both worked. michael screams like he comes from old money from how he acts and it was totally out of character for him to offer you some refreshments.

he placed a tray of food in the table. consisting of various sweet treats and some drinks. “pick what you want, sweets.” the nickname made you cringed cause michael is really acting nice to you. something's very off at this whole situation. looking at the assortment of sweets in the tray. you hesitated but the look michael is giving you told you otherwise. so you grabbed one and took a bite. “good choice.” he praises you before grabbing a treat for himself.

the brownie's good. the chocolatey goodness melting in your mouth, bursting with flavor. you hum in delight to show your appreciation for the good food and michael nods. smiling a bit and slowly chews. you just only ate one. afraid that he'll comment something and you would rather die than have him say something. it took awhile before you both decided to pick up what's left of the work.

strangely, you have never been feeling so lightheaded before followed by a strange pounding on your head. you grasp the pencil you were holding and it only rolls away from you. you try grabbing it again and it feels like you were holding air. “is something wrong, (y/n)?” you follow the sound of the direction of the voice. why was kaiser is blurry to your vision. did h-he? you were unable to finish your muddled thoughts and even in such state you feel his lips to yours.

your lips is what he imagined to be. soft and plump with the right touch of sweetness. thanks to the brownies. heh. it wasn't really he brought. he put an effort to it just to have what's in front of him. the drug that ness brought him did work just like how he wanted it. you were still conscious and a bit aware of everything but is unable to do anything but he is quite surprised that you were still able to move a bit even it was just an attempt to push him off.

“i can't have you pushing me. i really worked for this.” is what you heard before you are being pushed slowly in his bed.

when you laid there in his bed. michael admires you like he was a painter of his greatest masterpiece. looking like some baroque period painting coming to life while your body's is temporarily incapacitated. his efforts have bore results and he's about to sow.

he begins to strip you. quite annoyed from the layers of clothing you wore. he knows it was fully intentional. not wanting to be called a slut nor a prude by him. he knows his harsh and he likes people when they cry and you were no exception of it. he could have bullied you. break you and pull you apart until you were left nothing but michael withstood all the desires of it cause he wanted you like this. helpless and needing of him.

his palms slowly glides through the expanse of skin. you were the definition of what he deemed perfection in his eyes. your perfectly fit in his and he was about to mold you from his very own hands. he can see the tears pricking in your eyes. glistening as you helplessly watch him defile you.

kaiser never liked giving and receiving. he only takes but what's between your legs leaves him hungry for it. the plushness of your fat pussy drooling with slick is enough to drive him crazy so he did what he did. giving your fat pussy a lick and he was hooked immediately. he continued to devour your pussy until he was satisfied besides his cock is really needing some relief and it was painful. he just found the right place to stick it on.

it was only the tiniest of moans and gasps coming from you but he sure enjoyed it. a symphony being composed and is a music to his hears he won't get tired of listening to. he grabbed and bite whatever his hands and mouth can get to. you were so fucking supple and divine. fitting for an emperor like him. the way your body jiggles and ripples with his very thrusts leaving him grunting and growling for more. your fat pussy is deliciously wrapped around his fat cock that it leaves a drooling mess to your cunt. he already has cummed many times and it squelches with every thrust along with your pussy. his cum being deposited inside of you.

michael glances at the clock. the night is still young and he was going savor all of it until the morning comes. he continues to assault your abused cunt. smiling to himself at the direction of where his phone is currently placed. he needs to commemorate this special occasion.

you were sore. your body screaming in pain while you grab the pieces of your clothing besides you. the tears uncontrollably running down your cheeks while you scramble to get your things and leave this hell hole that was michael's room. “why are you crying?” he asks, sipping a cup of coffee. dressed in his robe and his reading glasses resting in the tip of his nose. “fuck you, michael.” you seethed at the blonde. michael chuckles. “strong words coming from you.” he added.

you were about to grab the last belonging of yours before he interrupts you. “i believe you have a favor to ask me.” your eyes widens. he shows you a video of him repeatedly fucking you. putting you in different positions. “don't you dare, michael.” you warned him. “you fucking raped me, you son of a bitch.” michael didn't really like the tone of your voice and it just triggered something to him. he stands up and made his way to you. grasping your soft jaw in a tight manner. he forces a smile. “oh, i really am.” he taunts you. his blue eyes is filled with storm inside them. “defy me and you're getting this video leaked.”

“what the fuck you want?”

“watch your tone.” he warns before smiling.

“be mine and i'll let this thing disappear like it didn't happen.”

“fuck no.”

“oh really, such a shame. you were enjoying it. see?” he really made it look like you were having the best night of your life. he wipes the tears on your round cheeks.

“good.” he whispers. seeing the look in your face and it left him triumphant.

“don't leave. we really ain't done. i am still starting to enjoy it.”

[suireunie]

FRAT BOY [PSH]

summary: The frat boy sunghoon always had a big effect on you. And worse you two are friends and you can't stand anymore~

word count: 4.9k

Warnings: sunghoon×reader, fratboysunghoon! Dirtytalk, spanking, unprotectedsex!(dont), dom!sunghoon, sub!yn, roughsex!, eatingpussy!, bigdicksunghoon!, possessive!sunghoon, hickeys, if there's more let me know!

English is NOT my first language 🥹

This sunghoon photo make me feel something 🔥

HE SO HOT I CAN'T-

Pwese lord have a mercy 🥺

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"Can’t you pay attention to me?" he mutters. sunghoon's lips graze your shoulder as he nuzzles his head into your neck from behind, unable to hide the sulky expression plastered on his face. God, how was it possible for someone to be so warm? It’s unreal how comfortable he’s gotten with you.“Why don’t we go to a party? Leo’s hosting one, and you’ll be my plus one.”He knows you're not the type to go out. Much less to a fraternity party, and *especially* when you have exams. But you've spent your time prior studying for what seemed like the whole day with finals just around the corner, holed up in your dorm still. On a *Saturday*, at that. He can't help feeling a little neglected by the lack of attention you usually bestowed upon him. Studying came first to you. He knew that. You’re practically a nerd, and he also knew that you wouldn’t step a foot near people like him. Probably blonde, those who go to parties seemingly every night, rich to the point of spending it lavishly on booze and joints. The kind who fool around. But he's different, somehow. You wouldn't have let him get close to you the way he is now if he wasn't. Sunghoon felt special, needed. Wanted, even. He loves it as much as he loves you. He couldn’t help depending on you to reassure him with your mere presence. He's never felt this strong of a connection with his previous relationships, and that's saying something. "You don't even have to stay for long," he implores. "I just want you to meet my brothers. They've been asking me to introduce you to them." Sunghoon wants to show you off, wants to scare anyone who might look at you wrong. It's better than beating people up if they rubbed him the wrong way. You won't let him, of course, but he doesn't want to take any chances. It's one of the things he's realized about himself. How attached he was to you to the point of letting everyone know that you're his. You’re the air he breathes.

"You can't just stay in your dorm studying the whole day," he argues. Sunghoon’s body presses against you, his chin resting on your shoulder where he’s practically plastered himself against you like a cat. "You’ve been going at it for hours.”He lets out a dramatic sigh, and you can practically hear the whining in it. “It’s Saturday. You should *relax*."His hands fall down on your waist, and immediately, he wraps himself over you like a human blanket. He nuzzles his face on your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine. It’s always like this with him, clingy and needy and demanding attention.

“Don’t you want to spend some time with me?” he asks, feigning innocence even though you know he’s aware of the answer. Sunghoon’s grip around your waist tightens.“Be my plus one to the party,” he murmurs into your skin. “Say yes already. Come on.”

"Ughh okayy" You accept his party invitation.

His lips twitch into a smirk, pleased at how little effort he had to use to get you to agree. It made him think he could get you to bend to his will just by asking (no) questions.Still clingy, Sunghoon rests his chin on the crook of your shoulder, taking the opportunity to breathe in your scent. He's gotten addicted to it, much too attached to you. It's a wonder how he didn't think himself crazy for relying on you so much."See? That wasn't so hard."

"Shut up!"

"And here I was," Sunghoon drawls with mock-hurt, a teasing smirk on his face. He nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, placing a gentle kiss with a soft hum. "Trying to be nice."

"But then you go on to tell me to shut up," he sighs, feigning disappointment. You can almost hear the pout in his voice. His palms brush against the bare skin of your waist, sliding down to caress your thighs. Sunghoon's grip tightens once again, pulling you flush against him as he gently places another open-mouthed kiss on your neck."You’re so mean. Why are you being mean, angel?

"I rolled my eyes "if you want to go with me to party then let me finish my lesson, go away. Now!"

Sunghoon’s expression turns into a sulky frown, his grip on your body loosening as he complies. He never show his side to others. This side of him only for you. Normally, he is cold and don't give a fuck of other people. But with you, he is behave like child. He reluctantly peels himself off of you, taking a step back and crossing his arms with a huff. “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll let you finish studying.”A beat of silence stretches between you, and he finally speaks up once more. “I’m not leaving, though. Just let me sit on the bed.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, but he complies with your instruction without protest. That doesn’t stop him from letting a quiet grumble escape under his breath, though. "*Women.*" He climbs to the edge of your bed, his long legs sprawling out as he makes himself comfy. Sunghoon keeps his gaze fixed on you, watching as you continue to study. Sunghoon watches you focus on studying, trying his best not to get distracted. But the sight of you with your hair down and your tongue peeking out in concentration makes it damn near difficult for him. As much as he wants to pull you away and do something *fun*, he’s trying his best to be a good boy and keep his hands to himself. So he’d only sit there, and wait and wait as he silently stares.

Sunghoon glances at the time, then turns his attention back to you, his expression a mix of eagerness and excitement. He’s been looking forward to this moment ever since he got you to agree. "Are you done studying, yet?" he asks, his eyes roving over your figure. He’s always been impatient when it comes to you. "It's already time to go."

He rises to his feet, already making his way towards your closet. Sunghoon has never had much filter with you, and he makes no effort to do so now. He starts rummaging through it, looking for an outfit that’s suitable for the party. “Let me pick something for you.”As he continues to flip through the hangers, sunghoon hums to himself - almost like he’s trying to impress you by showing off his taste in fashion. He eventually grabs a dress he deems satisfactory. “You’ll look hot in this,” he tosses the dress over his shoulder, facing you with a sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Change into it.”

Sunghoon remains standing beside your closet, waiting patiently as he watches you pick up the dress. There’s a certain aura radiating from him, almost primal as his gaze never leaves your figure. He’s eager, practically buzzing with anticipation to doll you up the way he wants you.“Hurry up,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “The party’s starting already.” "Wait me downstairs"

He lets out a huff, but reluctantly nods. His mood has shifted towards irritability due to the impatience bubbling within him.“Fine, sure. I’ll be downstairs,” Sunghoon mutters. With one last lingering look in your direction and a grumble under his breath, he finally leaves the room.

You changed your clothes and wore his picks for you. The dress was so amazing and make your curves more attractive. You picked your favorite high heels and doing your make up as well. Sunghoon was waiting for you and you went to him.

Another minute passes, and just when he’s about to text you, the sound of footsteps approaching the stairs catch his attention.His head perks up from his phone, and his expression shifts from irritation to pure smugness the moment he sets his gaze on you. He takes a moment to appreciate how the dress flatters your figure, and how your hair has been styled. He was right, you look hot.He pushes himself away from the wall, his eyes raking up and down your body. He can’t help but let out a low appreciative hum, completely pleased with the way you look. Sunghoon takes you in - your legs, your face, your hair, the way the dress hugs you in *just* the right places. “Not bad,” he murmurs, eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. “I know how to pick ’em, hm?” His gaze lingers on you, almost like he’s mentally undressing you. It’s a battle to refrain himself from touching you, Sunghoon’s hands twitching by his sides as he resists the urge. He can’t help but bite his lower lip, his eyes roaming up and down your form once more. “Come on,” he murmurs, taking a step closer towards you. “They’re waiting for us.” Sunghoon reaches out to grab your wrist, tugging you towards the door without much delicacy. Once he reaches it, he pushes it open, the sound of music and voices from the outside filtering in. He leads you to the car parked in the driveway, unlocking the passenger door for you.

Sunghoon makes sure that you’re settled in before he walks around to the other side and hops in the driver’s seat. He turns the keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life as the car rumbles underneath you. Sunghoon glances over to you from the corner of his eye, his gaze filled with something that’s unreadable. The drive is short, and soon enough, the two of you arrive at the house where the party’s being held. Sunghoon parks the car in an open spot, taking the keys out before climbing out of it. He walks over to your side and opens the door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.His expression has turned completely stoic now, his hand gripping yours tight. The possessive edge to it was clearly evident, as if he’s afraid of someone looking at you. He leads you to the entrance of the house without letting go of your hand. As soon as the two of you step in, loud music blasts into your ears, the lights in the place pulsing to the beat of the song. Dozens of people are sprawled out in various places - drinking, talking, making out. Sunghoon starts to guide you through the house, his arm almost protectively wrapping around your waist. He keeps his gaze trained ahead, expression stoic. Some of the brothers greet him - their eyes immediately darting to you. Some of them look curious, while others look amused. It’s almost like they were expecting his plus-one. Sunghoon doesn’t spare them another glance. He leads you into to the living room, and pulls you onto his lap once he’s sat down on the couch. Sunghoon tugs on your hand, gently leading you through the crowd of people. Some of them pay attention to you as he passes by, a few of them greeting him with a drunken grin and a “yo” or a “hey bro.” He doesn’t even glance at them, his attention solely fixated on you. He’s on high alert, his eyes constantly darting around as if scouting the room. Sunghoon doesn’t want anyone else looking in your direction. All he could think about was how hot you looked right now, how he picked out the dress that you’re wearing, how he’s basically using the party to show you off to everyone like a trophy. Sunghoon reaches the kitchen and pushes through the doors, the sight of the counter filled with an assortment of drinks catching his eye. He makes a beeline for it, pulling you along behind him.He grabs a cup and starts to mix a drink, using his free hand. Sunghoon’s eyes rove over you with a lazy gaze, his attention only momentarily switching to the task. He takes a moment to admire how the dress hugs your curves, how the lights reflect off of your body and makes you look almost ethereal. His gaze darkens the longer he looks. How was he going to survive the night without having you all to himself?

Sunghoon's hands you a cup without a word, lifting his own as he raises it up in a silent toast. He downs it in one go, the alcohol leaving a trail of burning down his throat - and somehow, the heat seemed more tolerable than how his body reacted to you. His gaze returns to your body, his eyes raking over you up to your face. He’s staring at you intensely, his eyes fixated as if he wants to devour you whole.

You were just enjoying the party, completely oblivious to his thoughts. But Sunghoon's handsomeness was really affecting you. The leather jacket he was wearing and the way his hair fell in front of him were fascinating you. As the party progressed, there was a slight hangover from the drink. The studying for the exams had tired you out and partying was good for you. You pulled away from Sunghoon for a bit and met up with a few of your friends. But somehow you felt Sunghoon's gaze on you. You turned your head towards him and saw Sunghoon with a girl. Jealousy flared inside you. You were friends with Sunghoon, but there was always more to it than friendship. You both knew that he had a soft spot for you and you had a soft spot for him, but you couldn't name it. You stormed over to Sunghoon and pulled him away from the public eye. "Who is that girl?!" you asked angrily.

Sunghoon’s brows furrowed, his cheeks flushed from a combination of the alcohol and surprise at your sudden appearance. He stumbled back a step, trying to collect himself as he faced you. “Jesus,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. His eyes were reddened, indicating that he had a bit *more* to drink than he should have.“It’s just a girl. Who cares—“

“I care!!!” You snapped, your fists clenched at your sides. Anger and jealousy coursed through your veins, your feelings for him suddenly coming to the surface.You had never seen him with another girl before, and the sight of him with someone else irked you in a way you couldn’t explain. You didn’t like seeing him with anybody else — *only* you. You watched as his face shifted from surprise to realization, his eyes widening as he took in your behavior. Sunghoon never suspected that you had feelings for him. He knew you well, and the two of you have developed a close friendship over time. But there was something different about the way you looked at him right now, and he caught on quickly. “Wait…” he muttered, his words slightly slurred as he reached out to touch your arm. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out if he’s reading this correctly. “Are you… jealous?” he asked, his hand closing around your arm, grip is not too tight.

You froze at the question, your body tensing as you realized that he knew. You averted your gaze from him, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. It was true, you were jealous - and he caught on.“What if I am?” you muttered, keeping your head ducked down to avoid his gaze.Sunghoon’ s grip on your arm tightened, a smirk forming on his face. He knew he had you now. “Then why haven’t you told me, huh?” he asked, stepping closer to you until he’s inches away from your face. The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath, the look in his eyes almost predatory. Your heart pounded in your chest as he loomed over you, his closeness both thrilling and intimidating. Despite your embarrassment and anger, your body was reacting to his proximity, your cheeks flushed pink.You tried to keep your voice steady when you spoke, but your words came out in a whisper. “Why do you care?”

He chuckled, his grip on your arm loosening as his hand moved to your waist instead. Sunghoon pulled you closer, closing the gap between you until his chest was pressed against yours. He leaned in, his face mere inches away from yours, his gaze fixed on your eyes. The smirk on his lips widened as he said, “Because I’m jealous, too.”Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your eyes widening in surprise. You were expecting him to make fun of you, to find your jealousy funny and ridiculous. But he was *jealous*. Of *you*. You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts. “Y-You are?” was all you could manage to say, your mind reeling from the unexpected admission. Sunghoon nodded, his grip on your waist tightening once again. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, his gaze hungry. “You have no idea how long it’s taken me to hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, and seeing you with other guys drives me crazy.”

Sunghoon’s lips captured yours in a heated kiss, his hands gripping your waist even tighter. The taste of booze was strong on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his body pressed firmly against yours. He kissed you fiercely, as if he’s been fantasizing about this moment for a long time and he was finally living it out. You could hear him groaning as his lips moved against yours, his need and desire palpable. The kiss was passionate, a mix of desperation and desire. Sunghoon’s hands roamed all over your body, his fingertips tracing the curves of your hips and the line of your spine. He was desperate to touch you, to have you all to himself. He nipped at your lower lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue. He broke away for a moment to gasp for air, his breath ragged and heavy. “God, I want you,” he groaned, his lips trailing down your jawline, to your neck. He pressed open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hands sliding up to cup your face. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmured, his voice low and throaty. His lips found their way back to yours, his kisses becoming more desperate.He pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you in place as he showered your neck and jawline with kisses. His hands roamed all over your body, touching every inch of skin he could find. His body pressed against yours, his thigh sliding between yours.

He pushed you up against the nearest wall, pinning you in place as he showered your neck and jawline with kisses. His hands roamed all over your body, touching every inch of skin he could find. His body pressed against yours, his thigh sliding between yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck to his hungry kisses. He bit down gently, eliciting a gasp from your lips. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he whispered, his teeth worrying at your earlobe. “I need you.”

His hand slid down your body, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress. He groaned as he felt your bare skin, his hand gliding up the length of your leg towards your inner thigh.The touch was enough to send shivers down your spine, your body reacting to his touch automatically. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers grazed over your skin, your breath hitching as he continued to trace his way up. Sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on you, watching every reaction with an intensity that was almost feral. “You’re so goddamn hot,” he grunted, his hand traveling higher, higher, until it was almost at the edge of your underwear. His fingers paused, just barely touching the fabric before pulling away. A smirk played on his lips as he watched you, his gaze darker than ever, filled with a primal desire.His thumb traced lazy circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his touch sending sparks through your core. He was teasing you, wanting to see how much he could drive you wild. “You want it, don’t you?” he whispered, his hot breath against your ear. His head dipped again, his lips moving down to your collarbone. He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you up. His hand stayed at your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear. “I can feel how damp you are,” he murmured, his lips grazing your earlobe. “All for me.”

His head dipped again, his lips moving down to your collarbone. He nipped and bit at the sensitive skin, marking you up. His hand stayed at your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of your underwear. “I can feel how damp you are,” he murmured, his lips grazing your earlobe. “All for me.” His words sent a jolt of heat through your body, your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn’t deny it — you were practically soaked. “Please,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need you. ”The plea seemed to ignite something in him, and his smirk widened. He loved seeing you like this, all needy and desperate for him. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. “Say my name.”

“Please, Sunghoon.” You whimpered, his name coming out needy and desperate. You were putty under his touch, and you knew it.

He suddenly take you out and went to backroom. You two are alone now As soon as the door closed, the sound muffling the noises from the party outside, Sunghoon pushed you against the wall. His lips were on yours again, his kiss hungry and urgent. He pinned you against the wall, his body pressing flush against yours. His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He was barely restraining himself at this point, his desire for you almost feral.His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he went. His hand slipped up the hem of your dress again, his fingers hooking under the edge of your underwear. He pulled away for a moment to look into your eyes, his gaze almost feral. “I need you right now,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulled you away from the wall, his grip on your wrist tight as he led you to a nearby couch. He pushed you down onto it, his hand going back to pinning you to the cushions, his body hovering over yours. He leaned in, his lips finding your neck again, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roved over your body, touching and squeezing and grasping, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.His lips moved to your ear, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered, “I’m going to make you mine.” His hand slid under your dress again, his fingertips grazing over the inside of your thigh. He groaned as he felt just how wet you were, his eyes flashing with pure desire. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers gently stroking you through your underwear. You could feel him grinning against your neck, his touch just barely enough to tease you. “You want me, don’t you?”

You let out a shuddering gasp, your body reacting to his words and touch. You could only manage a shaky nod, your words caught in your throat. You needed him so badly it hurt.

He captures your lips in a deep kiss while maintaining his dominant position, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. "And you'll stop hiding those gorgeous tits from me too," He growls, his free hand pulling down the neckline of your dress. "They're mine to look at." His mouth moves down to suck hard on one of your exposed nipples, his tongue swirling around the peak. He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm going to fuck these beautiful breasts soon," he promises, his voice husky. "Spread those legs wider, angel."He buries his face between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh as he speaks. "And in my bed, you're mine to eat, mine to fuck, mine to keep awake all night with my touch." He laps at your clit, his tongue rough and demanding.His tongue works overtime, devouring your pussy as he speaks. "You'll be dripping wet for me every morning, ready to be fucked the moment you wake up." He thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them to hit your g-spot.He latches onto your clit, sucking hard as his fingers fuck you ruthlessly. He can feel you tensing, your body coiling tightly. "Come for me, babygirl" He demands, his voice vibrating against your sensitive nerves. "Come all over my fingers and face."

*He feels your body shudder and clamp down on his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you. Without missing a beat, he slides his thick cock back inside your fluttering pussy. "That's it," *he praises, his hips slamming against yours.He leans down, capturing your mouth in a brutal, dominant kiss as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the movement of his hips. He swallows your moans and screams, his grip on you unbreakable. "Every. Single." He fucks you even harder at each word. "Day" Each thrust goes deep and rough, marking you internally. "Your sweet cunt is mine to fill, to fuck, to use whenever I want." He squeezes one breast roughly, pinching the nipple. Grunting loudly, Sunghoon suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up, positioning you on your knees. Without hesitation, he plunges back into your pussy, the new angle allowing him to drive impossibly deep. "Fuck, take my cock, angel" He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you yelp. He does it again, causing you to moan softly. He smirkes, spanking makes your pussy squeeze his dick tighter. He picks up speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass.

He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you yelp. He does it again, causing you to moan softly. He smirkes, spanking makes your pussy squeeze his dick tighter. He picks up speed, his hips slapping loudly against your ass. "Look at you, taking my cock so well." He grips your hips firmly, his pace becoming almost violent. He reaches around to toy with your clit again. "Who does this perfect little cunt belong to?" He spanks your ass again, harder this time."Say it, baby. Say whose cock is fucking you raw right now." His thrusts become even more brutal, designed to make his ownership clear. One hand moves up to grip your hair roughly, pulling your head back. "Who owns this pretty little pussy?" "Y-you, sunghoon-!"

"That's right, you belong to me." He pulls your hair harder, forcing your face into the pillow as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. "I own your cunt, your tits, your ass, your everything." He slaps your ass one more time, the sound echoing through the room. He starts fucking you with such force that the headboard slams against the wall, creating a rhythm that echoes through the room. His hand squeezes slightly tighter around your throat. "I can feel your cunt getting ready to milk my seed... come now..." He pinches your clit firmly.

He pulls out nearly all the way, then slams back in, making your tits bounce. "Christ, you're so fucking tight, I won't last..." He maintains his brutal rhythm, each thrust burying every inch deep inside you. "Such a perfect little fuck doll."You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he continues to thrust into you, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His large hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you back onto him with each powerful thrust. "I'm close to coming."His hot seed begins to spill inside you, filling you up completely as he holds you down on his massive length. He pants heavily, his body shaking with aftershocks. He pulls out slightly, then slams back in, making you whimper. He slowly pulls out, his softening length coated in your juices and his own cum. He watches as it drips out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Fuck, look at that mess..." He gently spreads your cheeks apart, watching more of his seed leak out.He traces his fingertips through the mess between your cheeks, gathering some of the combined fluids. "Such a good girl... taking every inch of my thick cock like that." He suddenly slaps your ass firmly. "I should probably clean you up now."He walks to the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp cloth. He gently cleans between your legs, wiping away the evidence of their intense encounter. As he does, he can't help but admire how swollen and used you look. "Your pussy is so red and puffy, you were so good my sweet angel"

You were completely tired and Sunghoon pulled you into his chest. He caressed your hair. "I love you so much, I knew now wasn't the right time to say it but be my lover. I can't be friends with you anymore. I've always wanted you. "I've always wanted to be your boyfriend. Please be mine, baby, please"

You turned your head towards him and smiled. "Yes, I want to be your girlfriend." He smiled at you and hugged you tightly. Finally, what he wanted the most had come true and he was happy about it.

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[pomidaea]

When looking at your art I always notice how amazing you are at expressions and body language.... HOW?!?!??!?! like tell me your secret

(　ＴДＴ)

And different face shapes, body types give me some of that talent I'm struggling!!!! Pls

Hello! I can’t show a step-by-step tutorial because my process is too messy to be turned into one, but I can give some general tips and also resources that you could use _(:3 」∠)_

EXPRESSIONS AND FACE SHAPES

Tips:

A general thing for expressions is that the features of a face interact with each other. For example, when you’re happy, you smile and your eyes also squint. If you raise your eyebrows in surprise, your eyes widen a bit. When you’re angry, your eyebrows furrow, your nose scrunches up, and your mouth is downturned. 

Try to observe the people around you, see what facial features move when people are happy, sad, angry, bored, etc.

If the expression feels flat, exaggerate. 

Human Anatomy Fundamentals: Mastering Facial Expressions (Joumana Medlej) - This goes in depth on how features interact with each other, and also has an emotion tree that groups expressions into 5 categories: relaxed, surprised, smiling, angry, and sad.

For face shapes, you need to know the basic proportions of a face before you can start messing around with different features. Here are some resources you can use which are a combination of art channels, challenges, and websites. You can use these for your art studies.

Proko - A gold mine for art tips in general, and they’re beginner-friendly. Note: They cover more realistic proportions rather than stylized ones. The 2 playlists I recommend for drawing faces are Head Proportions and Facial Features.

100 Head Challenge (Ahmed Aldoori) - Basically a challenge of drawing 100 heads in 10 days. You can honestly just go for any reference that you can find, but this Pinterest board could be a good starting point.

Earthsworld - A collection of candid portraits taken from American county fairs. Lots of unique faces that aren’t limited to “conventionally attractive supermodel faces from Pinterest™”.

BODY LANGUAGE AND BODY TYPES

Tips:

I wrote this down a couple of years back, but this did help me a lot. Note that these 4 tips apply to making your poses less stiff and not full on anatomy, that's a whole different thing (Taken from: how to make your art less stiff or whateveR 🤡🎨 - banana boi)

Simplify shapes - Make things easier for yourself. Example: Instead of thinking of drawing an arm, think of it as drawing two connected cylinders. The body can be broken down into different shapes such as spheres, cylinders, and boxes.

Let go of the details - Not everything needs to be super detailed. The main focus is the pose, not anatomy.

Exaggerate - A drawing is 2D so there isn't any depth. Exaggeration brings life into a drawing and makes it less stiff.

Fuck accuracy - It's like letting go of the details, the main point of capturing the body language is the pose and it's gesture. You want to convince people of what you are drawing rather than how accurately you can draw the thing.

Gesture Drawing - Your friend in figuring out poses and adding life to them. The main point of a gesture study is to capture the pose of a figure. Don’t think too much about how it should look. It’s supposed to be messy and not completely accurate. Each pose should be captured in around 30 to 60 seconds.

For example, here are some gesture studies that I did before. I didn’t focus on how accurate the anatomy is and simplified my lines to capture the essence of the pose. Try using S or C curves rather than straight lines.

Figure Drawing - I’d describe it as a more detailed version of a gesture drawing. Aside from the gesture, you are also paying attention to anatomy, proportions, and structure. These drawings take more time to finish, around 2 to 10 minutes.

Line of Action is a great website for figure drawing since you can adjust the timer as well as the models. I’d recommend doing gesture studies first, then moving to figure drawing so that you’ll have a better understanding of proportions.

You can also ask your friends or family to pose for you since live drawing is better than pictures. If you're too shy to ask, you can try drawing them while they're doing something like working, watching a show, or anything that lets them stay in place for a few minutes.

What I do besides looking at regular model poses is search for sports photography. There are lots of good shots that capture the athletes mid action. These are some of the drawings I made all the way back in 2020. These kinds of poses help you look at how the body moves in motion rather than your typical sitting/standing references.

Here's the thing tho, even if you think you're not good at gesture, you can still move forward to figure drawing. Gesture is a foundation while figure builds more to it. You're developing both skills at the same time for these two types of drawing.

Morpho: Anatomy for Artists Book Series (Michel Lauricella) - Great resource for anatomy references. These books simplify figures into basic shapes and explain some anatomy. The downside is that they don’t show a step-by-step guide on how to draw the human figure. If you can’t afford all the books, there are PDFs online. I don't know how you'll get them since there are different "ways", but I’d download with caution. (Example: Morpho: Simplified Forms or Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds).

Quick Anatomy Tips (Sinix Designs) - Deep dive into simplified anatomy and general tips. Honestly, Sinix Designs is also a good art channel on youtube to learn from since he tackles more stuff than just anatomy.

GENERAL TIPS

Here's a fun practice to do for faces and body types. Look for a character from your favorite media with a face and body type you've never drawn before, and try making fanart of them.

What pushed me to actually start learning how to draw different faces and body types was because of Miguel O'Hara from Across the Spiderverse. I got so frustrated in trying to draw him to the point that I used that spite to learn something from it 😅

Other tips would be:

Know at least the basic rules before you break them. Your art style won’t save you from having incorrect anatomy.

OBSERVE. Don't just go straight into drawing. Take the time to look at the figure/object before putting down the first line. How can you draw something when you don't even know what you're looking at?

References are a tool. Don’t feel ashamed if you need one, it's not cheating.

Your art will suck at first but keep going. It’s part of the process of learning. 

It’s better to have bad art than not draw at all. 

Don’t put too much pressure on yourself while learning, have fun!

Hopefully this is easy to understand and you were able to get something out of it! Good luck with your art journey 💙

[dreamersparacosm]

jeon jungkook - off the record (a college extra)

extra ; the rosalie thing

warnings ; alcohol consumption! talk of people making out (it's a frat party)

prompt ; in which you’re paired with your insufferably charming ex-academic rival turned coworker to cover a congressional scandal, and suddenly, professional boundaries becomes the only thing holding you two apart.

note ; okay lets have a chat 🫵 you and me missy! so. she has arrived. the answer to the age old question: what did rosalie do? well, here it is. in all its glory. rosalie's actions at the pi kappa alpha frat party that may or may not have changed everything in oc's brain. i think it's important to note here how oc reacts. it's too early in her and jungkook's rivalry for her to have real feelings towards him, and no emotional depth whatsoever. so her reaction at the end seems diluted but clearly, it sticks with her for years to come whatever, lemme stop rambling bc i swear yall dont read these but love you either way

series masterlist here

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wc ; 4.3k

As it turns out — and to no one’s surprise — you’re not exactly the biggest fan of Pi Kappa Alpha’s weekly mixers. 

Sure, you love drinking as much as any other average college kid, but sweaty bodies, jungle juice that smells like cough syrup, and blinding strobe lights aren’t doing it for you. In fact, nothing’s doing it for you right now, but the prospect of going home is immediately shut down by your best friend and roommate, Rosalie.

“Absolutely not,” she says, gripping your arm so tightly she’s leaving nail indents. “We just got here.”

“We have been here for 47 minutes,” you counter, checking your phone. “That’s a lifetime in frat party years.”

“It’s barely been an hour!” 

“Time moves differently when you’re in hell, Rosalie.”

She rolls her eyes so hard you worry she might pop a blood vessel. “Look around! This is prime social real estate. We’re 18, Columbia students, and we’re at a party. A freaking penthouse party they’re calling a frat house because we live in New York. This is the shit people write songs about.”

“Which song, specifically? Party Rock Anthem? Pursuit of Happiness? Pretty sure all these songs end with getting arrested or blacking out.”

“That’s the beauty of it!” The jungle juice in her red solo cup sloshes dangerously close to your shoes. “The unpredictability.”

You stare daggers at her. “Did you pregame with motivational quotes?”

“I pregamed with optimism,” she retorts matter-of-factly, “You should try it sometime.”

“Tried that once. Gave me the heebie-jeebies.” You shiver to drive your point home. Optimism, as you’ve come to learn, breeds eternal misery. 

Rosalie gives you her patented look — she’s about to deploy her secret weapon: guilt. “Look, I know you’d rather be in our room right now, highlighting things and making color-coded study guides for classes you don’t even have midterms yet in—”

“Those study guides are very effective, thank you very much.”

“ —but I need this.” She clings onto your arm tighter. “I have been strategically positioning myself in this guy’s line of sight for three whole ass weeks. Three. Do you know how exhausting it is to try to attract attention?”

Hmph. This is news to you. “What guy?” 

“A guyyy.” She gets a dreamy look in her eyes. It usually precedes her most questionable decisions. “He’s smart and funny and has these cute brown eyes that look like little Hershey’s kisses.”

“Rosalie.”

“And his smile? Don’t even get me started. Actually, do get me started. It’s like witnessing a fucking sunrise—”

“ROSALIE.”

She blinks herself out of her daze, responding dumbly, “What?” 

“You’ve been holding out on me for three weeks? I’m your roommate. Best friend. I know when you change your shampoo. How did I not know about Mystery Smile Guy?” You're truly shocked. Rosalie tells you about every crush with the type of dedication you have before an exam. You’ve heard detailed analyses of the guy who held the door for her at the library, the TA who said "good question" in her Intro to Psych lecture, and most memorably, the delivery guy who smiled while handing her a burrito. You know more about her romantic interests than you do about most of your actual classes.

“Because,” she looks down at the floor, uncharacteristically shy. “I wanted to make sure it was… you know. For real. Before I word-vomited all over you about it.”

You feel a twinge of guilt crack open inside you. Rosalie’s had approximately 39 crushes since orientation three months ago, most lasting about as long as a sneeze. But you’ve never seen bashful Rosalie. She’s standing right in front of you and you still don’t know her. 

“Okay.” You straighten your posture, eyes averting around the sea of sweaty bodies. “So where is he? Point him out so I can judge his worthiness.”

“That’s the thing!” She bounces on her toes, smiling from ear to ear. “I think he’s here tonight. He’s in PIKE. I saw him earlier but then I lost him in the crowd, and I can’t just abandon my post now. What if he comes back? What if this is The Moment?” 

She’s utterly ridiculous. You deadpan. “The Moment?” 

“You know, The Moment. When everything clicks and starts making sense and you finally understand why people write poetry about love,” she explains like you should have an idea what that is. 

With your ex-boyfriend from senior year of high school, the closest thing to a romantic epiphany was realizing he'd been secretly making fun of your study guides behind your back to his gamer friends. The breakup had been less "the moment" and more "you crying in your car in the Wendy's parking lot, eating fries while you consoled yourself by thinking maybe you could still be friends." 

Spoiler alert: you could not.

You take a long sip of your drink and regret it upon impact. It tastes like someone dissolved Skittles in nail polish remover. "Rosalie, honey, I love you, but you get The Moment about twice a week. Remember last month when you were convinced the barista at Joe Coffee was your soulmate?"

“That was different,” she gasps. “He drew a heart in my foam!”

“He draws hearts for everyone. I’ve seen him do it.” And you won’t admit it to her, but you also thought the aforementioned barista was hitting on you too when you saw the heart.

“Well, this is different different.” She crosses her arms. “This guy is… God, I don’t even know how to explain it. He’s like if someone took everything I find attractive and put it in a blender.. and added maybe some kind of illegal charm substance.” 

Despite yourself, you're intrigued. Also a little concerned about the illegal charm substance. "What's his name?"

“That’s not important right now.”

“How is that not—” 

“The point is,” she steamrolls over you. “I have been laying groundwork for weeks. I am not abandoning this mission now because you’re allergic to fun.”

“I am not allergic to fun.” You shove her shoulder playfully. Some drunk girl brushes past you, nearly toppling you over. You love Rosalie, you really do. But you don’t know how much more of this you can take. “I'm allergic to places where the floor is stickier than my grandma’s rat traps."

"Please?" She deploys the puppy dog eyes. "Just one more hour? For me? For true love?"

"We don't even know if he likes you back!"

“That is what the hour is for,” she explains with her solo cup in the air. 

You look around the room — at the guy doing a keg stand in the corner, at the couple making out against what you're pretty sure are inflatable titties, at the general chaos that seems to be the natural state of Pi Kappa Alpha.

"One hour," you say finally. "But if someone asks me to do body shots, I'm hailing a taxi."

"Deal!" Rosalie squeals, throwing her arms around you. She’s extremely sweaty but you don’t have the heart to push her off. "You're the best roommate in the history of roommates!"

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter angrily, although you’re smiling against her hair. “Just promise me you’ll go talk to him instead of staring like a weirdo.”

She pulls away, scrunches her eyebrows. “I don’t stare like a weirdo.”

“Last month, you spent twenty minutes pretending to read the same page of your Econ textbooks you could watch the librarian walk by.” It’s a horrid memory, unfortunately. 

“Ummm, ever heard of being subtle?” She cocks her head in your direction. 

“Weirdo.”

She gawks at you. “Can’t a girl observe for romantic purposes?”

“Weirdoooo,” you sing-song, moving aside for another drunk girl to pass by. 

"Whatever." She waves you off. "You'll understand when you meet him. Once you see what I'm working with, you'll be planning the wedding."

For the next twenty minutes, you let her loose off her leash. She’s like a wolf on the prowl for its prey. You, however, busy yourself with studying the crowd. 

The penthouse they’re dubbing “the PIKE crib” feels like what would happen if someone gave a bunch of college boys unlimited access to a Home Depot and zero adult supervision. Red solo cups litter every surface possible, half-empty bottles of alcohol strewn across the hardwood floor. It’s humid, hair sticking to the back of your neck, and you detest the contact. 

The music is loud enough that you're pretty sure your eardrums are filing a formal complaint, some remix of a Nicki Minaj song you love, so the remix feels unwarranted. 

In the main room, a group of guys are attempting something that might generously be called dancing but looks more like they're trying to shake off invisible bees. Near the staircase, a couple is desperately making out as if it’s their last night on Earth. You don’t necessarily want to drunkenly kiss someone, but it would be nice to be desired. 

Someone's rigged Christmas lights around the doorways even though it's November, giving the whole place the vibe of a very drunk winter wonderland.

Whatever's in that jungle juice is starting to work its magic — or maybe it's black magic, hard to tell. Your cup is nearing empty, and your cheeks are warming up by the second. 

Honestly, the more you stare at the Christmas lights, they’re actually pretty. 

This is dangerous territory. 

The kitchen is your target, though getting there requires navigating through a literal human obstacle course. You dodge a flying ping pong ball, sidestep someone who's clearly having a philosophical revelation about said beer pong ball, and narrowly avoid getting caught in the crossfire of a heated debate about whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie.

Not one of your finest moments. 

When you finally cross the threshold of the kitchen, you’re greeted by a wall of frat bros standing around like they’re guarding royalty instead of a musty keg. They’re all wearing variations of the same outfit, and you kind of want to ask if they all went on a cute shopping trip together.

"Excuse me," you say, attempting to squeeze past them toward the orange keg in the corner that's labeled 'DEATH JUICE' in what looks like permanent marker. Seems fitting.

One of the boys shifts a centimeter, creating enough space for you to reach the keg. You’re concentrating on not spilling everywhere when you hear a voice behind you. 

“Who let you out of the library?”

This voice has been haunting you for the past three months, showing up in your Public Policy seminar twice a week like some kind of poltergeist. You know without turning around that you're about to be faced with perfectly tousled dark hair and annoyingly symmetrical features and that stupid little smirk.

Jungkook Jeon. 

What is he even doing here? You didn’t think he was in this frat. Not that you know many personal things about him besides the fact that he got a 100 on the quiz last week, but that’s neither here nor there.

You turn around sluggishly. Maybe if you move in slow motion he’ll vanish into thin air. 

No luck. 

There he is in all his infuriating glory. His dark hair looks effortlessly done even though the humidity in this penthouse has to be 100%. 

“Jungkook,” you say dryly. You’re hoping to sound casual. It lands somewhere around ‘dead inside.’ “Slumming it in the kitchen tonight?”

He grins widely, bunny-like teeth poking out the front. Straight, white teeth. He definitely gets out of parking tickets with those. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

“Yeah, well, so is food poisoning.”

“Ouch.” He leans against the counter, unbothered. “Here I thought you’d be happy to see a familiar face.”

“I would be happier to see a pack of wolves chasing me.” You turn back to the keg to finish pouring your drink. 

“Wolves are actually intelligent pack animals with complex social structures. So in my eyes, that’s a compliment.”

You pause in your pouring. “Did you just… defend wolves?”

“I’m a Political Science major. I defend everyone,” he shoots back, raising a single eyebrow in challenge. 

"That explains so much about what's wrong with politics in America."

His laugh booms from somewhere deep in his chest. “Some work up to insulting me. You dive right in.”

“I’m efficient.” You shrug. Insults come easily when you look at his face. There’s an arsenal of memories living inside your brain that has everything to do with how annoying he is.

“Is that what we’re calling it?’” He drags his eyes over your body, lingering on the part of your top that exposes the peaks of your chest. You shudder and narrow your eyes at him. Great. Now he's analyzing you at a frat party. As if he wasn't annoying enough in an academic setting.

"Anyways," you say, filling your cup to the very top because liquid courage is the only kind of courage you have right now, "this has been fun, but I should get back to—"

"To hiding in the corner and judging everyone?" He quirks up an eyebrow. "Come on, I saw you when I walked in. You looked like you were conducting a study on this place."

“And?” 

“What’s your hypothesis, Dr. Researcher?” He takes a sip of the beer in his hand. 

You mirror him, take a long sip of your drink, buying time. "That everyone here peaked in high school and is desperately trying to relive their glory days."

The liquid burns a trail of fire down your throat, emptying itself into your chest. Whoever made this batch must’ve had a vendetta against everyone here. 

"Interesting theory." He nods in agreement. "What about me? Do I fit your hypothesis?"

You study him over the rim of your cup. He’s still leaning against the counter, biceps straining as he holds up the weight of himself. His black t-shirt clings to his body, no doubt due to the humidity that’s turned everyone else into a walking sweat sock.

“You’re more of an outlier,” you admit. “I haven’t figured out your deal yet.”

“You’ll never be able to,” he challenges. 

“Please, Jeon,” you start, dismissive.  “I figured out Professor Chen's entire grading rubric in three weeks. You're not that mysterious."

“Want to bet?” 

He's actually serious. This is what happens when you give competitive people access to alcohol — everything becomes a challenge.

"What exactly are we betting on here? Your mysterious aura?" You air-quote the words. How sophisticated of you. " I hate to break it to you, but being good in school doesn't make you enigmatic."

“Enigmatic? Where in the dictionary did you find that one?”

You tap your finger against your chin sarcastically. “Hmm, under the word ‘asshole.’ I think there was a picture of you next to it.”

He grins wider, and you want to fling something at his face. Preferably something heavy. See, the annoying thing about Jungkook Jeon is that he seems to really enjoy when you're mean to him, like you're some kind of entertainment. And then that riles you up more, so really, it’s a vicious cycle. 

“I love our little chats. Keeps me going.”

“I need to find better conversation than this.” You take a prolonged sip of Death Juice.

“I got you. Let’s talk about how you got a 95 on the quiz last week.”

And that's where he gets you. Because you hate losing more than you hate most things, and you definitely hate losing to Jungkook Jeon.

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m going to fucking mop the floor with you on the final.” The question you should be asking is how the hell does he know your exact score? You spent exactly twelve minutes after getting that quiz back wondering what stupid mistake cost you those five points.

“That sounds kinky. I like it.”

There's something about the way he says it that makes your stomach do a weird little flip, and you decide right then and there that you've had enough of this conversation. Whatever game he's playing, you're not interested in being a participant.

"Well, this has been..." you search for the right word, "something. But I should get back to my friend."

“You have friends?” 

You’re already slinking away from the counter, migrating in any direction that doesn’t have his scent lingering in the air. Why does he always seem to wear that same woodsy cologne? Smells like he just came back from frolicking in the forest and braiding his hair.

“I know. It’s a shock to us all.” You lower your head in mock defeat before fully turning and pushing through the crowd. The nerve of that guy. Acting like he knows you well enough to approach you at a party, to pay attention to your quiz scores. Professor Chen keeps those under lock and key. 

…Unless he’s working with him in secret. Oh god. They’ve probably teamed up to kill your dream of ever working in the White House. 

You make your way back to the main room, where the music is still loud enough to vibrate your bones and the dancing situation hasn't improved much. But you need to move, need to do something with the restless energy Jungkook managed to stir up.

The Death Juice is definitely doing its job now. Your limbs are warm, everything fuzzying around the edges. In truth, you're still recovering from last weekend's poor decision making, when you'd somehow ended up crying in a friend’ dorm room at 2 AM about how much you missed your high school English teacher. Drunk you has no filter and even worse judgment.

You let the music take over, bass thumping through your being. It's not as if you're a great dancer, but the alcohol makes you feel like maybe you could be.

“Hey beautiful!”

Opening your eyes, you find a guy in a backwards baseball cap smiling broadly. He clearly thinks he just delivered the opening line of the century. 

You wave him off without breaking rhythm. 

Two songs later, another guy approaches — this one with frosted tips that definitely came from a box. He says something you can't hear over the music and leans in closer.

You shake your head, keep on dancing. 

They’re not particularly creatures of the night or anything. You just have zero interest in talking to men right now. Between your rival being here and Rosalie’s mysterious crush drama, you’ve hit your quota for male-related complications for the evening. 

Twenty minutes go by, and the Death Juice has officially won the war against your sobriety. The world has tilted on its axis, like someone put the penthouse on a carnival ride. You’ve been dancing (if you can even call it that) and turning down an impressive parade of guys who think your mere presence in their vicinity is an invitation. 

What is it with men and their certainty that every woman is just waiting for them to swoop in? It’s insulting, honestly. 

But now you really, really need to pee. And you should probably find Rosalie while you’re at it — your phone shows negative two texts from her, which either means she’s found this mystery crush or she’s been kidnapped. Knowing Rosalie, it’s probably the former. 

You stumble through the space, opening random doors like you’re on a drunk scavenger hunt. Closet. Another closet. A bedroom with abandoned clothes and concerning smell. 

God, what did they put in that juice? Rocket fuel?

Down the hallway, you spot a white door that's closed. It practically screams bathroom to you — it's got a clean, utilitarian look that promises relief and maybe some paper towels to clean up whatever's happening to your makeup right now.

You check your phone one more time as you approach. Still nothing from Rosalie. Fine, if that’s how she wants to play this. Bathroom first, then Operation Find Rosalie. 

You push the door open slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the soft light filtering in from the pink lamp turned on beside the bed. Hm. It's a bedroom. You’re about to turn around and continue your frantic search elsewhere before your nosiness gets the best of you. 

There are definitely people in here. 

Two, actually, when the gears in your brain start working. 

And they are definitely not using this room for any kind of intended bathroom purposes.

Your brain takes a second to process what you're seeing — someone sitting on what looks like a dresser, legs wrapped around someone else who's standing between them, and they’re going at it like the world is ending. Heavy kissing, hands everywhere. His large hands are cradling her cheeks, tilting her face up to meet his. There’s soft moans in between each movement and truthfully, you’re a bit jealous. At least someone is having fun. 

Actually, the girl’s hair does look familiar. Dark and wavy and—

Oh my god. That’s Rosalie. 

Relief courses through you. Her mystery crush! Amazing. She finally worked up the courage to—

Your eyes zoom in on the man’s outfit. Black t-shirt. Oddly enough, it looks like one you saw  twenty minutes ago. His shoulders are really broad. The side profile looks weirdly familiar. 

Oh.

Oh.

Jungkook Jeon is making out with your best friend.

Your brain deletes any coherent thoughts like someone just poured the Death Juice directly into your neural pathways.

Okay, new plan. You need to back away quietly and go find a bathroom that isn’t secretly a sex dungeon. 

But your body is hellbent on betraying you, pressing itself closer to the doorframe like you’re watching a car crash you can’t look away from. 

This is wrong. This is so, so wrong. You're not a voyeur, you don't watch people make out, and specifically, you don't watch your best friend make out with—

His hands move to the hem of her shirt, start to lift up and reveal her skin, and that's when your brain finally kicks back online.

Stumbling backward, your goal is to be quiet, invisible, but your drunk coordination has other plans. You bump into the wall with a soft thud, but may very well be a fire alarm in the newfound silence in the hallway. 

You freeze, listening for any sign that they heard you, but the soft sounds from the room continue uninterrupted. They're completely lost in each other.

Suddenly you’re thinking about Rosalie’s description from earlier. The smile that reminds her of a sunrise, the Hershey kisses eyes. That’s the object of her affection. 

She was talking about Jungkook. Your annoying, arrogant, seat-stealing academic opponent is Rosalie's mystery crush. The guy she's been positioning herself around for three weeks.

Which means you've been complaining about him to the one person who's completely in love with him.

For starters, you’re a little clueless as to how this occurred under your nose in the span of twenty minutes. But you guess everyone at this party drank a love potion beforehand, considering every man and woman you’ve walked by has been deep in physical contact. 

The hallway spins a little as you back away from the door. Or maybe all the alcohol is finally catching up to your brain cells. You need to get out of here. Now. 

You stumble out the door, toward the elevator, passing yet another couple pressed against the wall making out aggressively. God, does it ever end? Is there anyone at this party who isn't trying to crawl inside someone else's mouth?

You jab the elevator button repeatedly, like that's going to make it arrive faster. 

It's all fine. You'll just text Rosalie and tell her you're waiting downstairs. Give her some space to do... whatever it is she's doing in there.

But, like, what is she doing in there? You wonder how long they’ll be. How long he’ll las—

No. Bad brain. Bad, bad, bad. 

Then it looms overhead like an ominous storm cloud. A relentless anxiety in the depths of your being, gnawing at your insides, sinking its claws into you, refusing to release its grip. It just sits there. 

You don't care about this. You don't care about him. The weird pit in your stomach is probably just the Death Juice trying to stage a revolt against your digestive system.

The elevator finally arrives with a cheerful ding. Feels inappropriately optimistic given your current mental state. You lean against the mirror, staring back at your own reflection on the opposite side. In all honesty, you don’t think you’ve ever looked worse. 

Your phone buzzes, and you fumble for it with shaky hands.

Rosalie: hii!! i think im gonna go home with one of my girlies in tri delta, dont wait for me :))) love youuuu

You blankly stare at the text for a solid ten seconds, reading it three times before it sinks in.

She’s lying. 

Rosalie is making out with Jungkook Jeon, and she's lying to you about it.

The elevator doors close with a whoosh, and you're alone with that realization and the faint smell of someone's fruity perfume marinating in the air.

You stare at the text, words blurring together into a pile of mush. The extra smiley faces feel like salt in a wound. She’s covering for him, or possibly covering for herself, or maybe she just doesn’t want to deal with your reaction to finding out her mystery crush is your least favorite person on campus. 

You can't really blame her. 

You make a decision, in that exact moment, that you will never bring it up unless she does. You make that vow right there in the elevator. 

If Rosalie wants to keep this secret, then it stays secret. If she wants to lie about going home with her sorority sisters while she's actually upstairs with the guy who stole your seat and your quiz grade supremacy, then fine. So be it. 

You can pretend you never saw anything. 

You can pretend the pit in your stomach is hunger, or alcohol, or anything other than the stupidly complicated feeling that’s currently nestling itself in your chest. 

You can pretend until the day of your last breath. 

And that, is exactly what you do. 

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[tobeafangirl]

forbidden; masquerade

Words: 2,994 Rating: M (language, cheating, unprotected sex, it's pretty straight forward) Type: Oneshot? Maybe short series idk, you tell me. (Harry Styles x Reader) A/N: I am sick but I wanted to get this out, not my best but ily.

Some said he had dark hair, perfect to match his light-hearted eyes. However, you had never seen him up close before, always admiring him from a distance. You had known about Harry for years, ever since 5th grade when all he ever did was talk about baseball and Cassie Hope, his now girlfriend, but you’ve never approached him, always too afraid to speak, thinking that you would make a fool of yourself. Most people looked over the long haired, green eyed, dimple blessed boy, and you never quite understood how. 

There was so much more to him than anyone gave him credit for. The loud whistle sounding from their PE teacher is what snapped you back to reality, bringing your attention back to the point, his hair. From the distance you say it seemed light, a deep honey brown color that shone in the sunlight, complementing his soft pale skin that was being slightly washed out by the deep red covering his body. He was doing some type of dance, it almost made you snort, apparently he made a shot, something that was rare coming from him. It’s not like he was a bad football player, he was just never given the chance to show what he was really made of. 

“What do you think Zayn is going to do since Kira is not here anymore?” One of the many gossiping girls of Thortenberry Secondary asked another, watching as Zayn and Harry high fived each other, bright smiles on their faces. “I am hoping he is open to trying new things, being with different people.” The other replied, it made you roll your eyes. You weren’t sure what happened to Kira, no one really was. 

Her father had given light detail and acted like it was no big deal his daughter went off in the middle of the school year, it had always made you curious, but you never were one to push any buttons. You actually cringed when you thought about what the girls across from you were talking about. There was a dance coming up at the end of the week, something about being seniors and how it was important to have one last dance. It was also known as prom, but you didn’t like to use the term. The theme was masquerade, and almost everyone had a date. Of course, you did not fall in the line of people who were going with a significant other, but that didn’t bother you. You had better things to do than to dance in a pool of sweat with some guy who only asked you because he wants to get lucky. No, you did not need to go to—

“Prom?” You were standing at your locker, trading out books from your next class when Zayn Malik came up to you randomly asking you to prom. You figured that it was more of a last resort type of deal. Closing your locker, you were met with a jawline that could cut and a bright smile. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” You questioned, moving around him to begin walking to your next class, you could hear scuffing behind you as he followed. 

“Technically, yes, but it’s senior year. It can be a strict friend only thing.” He tried to plead his case, which only made you laugh. “So, you want me to go so you don’t look lonely going by yourself and since it’s just as friends, you’re telling me that all you are going to do is sit and talk with your other friends the whole night while I drown myself with poorly flavored punch?” You cocked an eyebrow as you studied the baffled look on his face. 

“Told you she’d say no.” Your eyes traveled to the voice, holding onto his bag tightly in front of you was Harry, his other hand was placed lightly on Zayn’s shoulder and there was something about his voice that showed some form of happiness. “Actually, I haven’t given an answer yet.” Smugly, you crossed your arms over your chest causing a sarcastic surprised look on Harry's face. You took the time to study his features, the way his nose curved and how his eyebrows never seemed to be able to stay still. “I’ll go with you.” You smiled at Zayn before shooting Harry a look, turning and walking off before anything else could be said. 

The rest of the week passed by too slow, and the sad part was you were asked to prom on Wednesday. You were not excited to go, not even close, you were excited for it to be over, and the fact you had to wear white to this particular event is what was causing you to almost have a mental breakdown in the mall. “If you don’t care, just pick one.” That was the annoying sound of your mother who worked at the current clothing store you were in. 

If you were going to have to buy a dress, why not get it at a discount. “They don’t fit right. There is no way I am going to run around and have to hold up my dress the entire night. If I am going, I will be comfortable.” You sighed, reaching for the sixth dress for you to try on, waving for your mother to go away as you continued to browse. “I don’t think that suits you.” 

There was that voice again, filled with yet more sarcasm than before. “Harry. What are you doing here?” You didn’t even have to look up, you could feel his eyes burn into you. “I was just enjoying my day out, saw this horrible struggle happening in here, thought I’d offer my services.” The grin was practically painted on his face as you finally brought your eyes up to him. “I’m sorry? Is this some new show called Say Yes to the Prom Dress? Because no offense but I really don’t think I need your help.” Something about this boy lit a fire underneath you. You started to wonder if he was always like this or if he just changed whenever he got a girlfriend. Which, he had by the way. Another glaring red flag. No wonder you admired him from a distance, getting too close shows the truth. 

“I think this one would look best.” It was like he completely ignored everything you said as he held up a classic white dress. It was completed with a dipped neckline and lace, you wanted to smile at it, but you tried to hold yourself back from it. He walked until he was behind you, holding the dress up to the front of you as he pulled you back into him. You tried to dismiss the thumping of your heart, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You looked at yourself in the mirror ahead of you, picturing yourself in the dress. 

“Just think of how good you would look, this dress hugging in all the right places.” His hand gripped onto your hip. “That neckline, finally putting those beautiful breasts on display like they deserve.” Your eyes are closed now, your breathing heavy. This is not what you expected, you never thought Harry would be this way, but to say it wasn’t turning you on would be the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You could feel the light brush of his lips on your neck, causing small goosebumps to arise on your skin. He hummed, and it vibrated your entire body. “I’ll leave you to it.” You could feel the smirk as he placed the dress back on the rack, disappearing and leaving you in a puddle of ache and want. 

To say you bought the dress would be an understatement, you had never taken a garment off the rack so fast, and part of you hated yourself for it. However, there was no turning back now, it was Friday and prom was here. You placed the mask that you had made yourself upon your face, it was pure diamonds, or well, diamond look-alikes, but still. It looked expensive and fit the part perfectly. 

You opened the door to an eager Zayn, even with a black mask on his face you could tell he was excited for this, but possibly for all the wrong reasons. “I see you traded in the motorcycle.” You made reference to the car that was parked outside instead of his two-wheeled normal form of travel. “I did, just for the night.” He smiled, it was nice to have playful banter with someone for once. “Okay, let’s get out of here before my mom realizes what is actually happening and brings out her camera with too many settings.” You rushed out, closing the door behind you, already making your way to his car before he could even speak. You were ready for this night to get started.

***

The music was loud and you couldn’t tell who was who and part of that was somewhat exciting. You walked in, arms linked with Zayn as he led you through the crowd. “I know I didn’t say this earlier, but you look really beautiful tonight.” Zayn tried to say above the music, it was something that made you genuinely smile, because for once a guy was not saying that to get something, he actually meant it. 

“Thank you, Zayn.” You pulled him into, “Now let’s dance.” You said as you began to move your body to the music and along with Zayn’s. It was time to make this night something you would remember. No, you didn’t want to be there, but you were and you were going to make the best of it. You had a very nice and great guy in front of you dancing the night away, not to mean you were wearing the most beautiful dress you had ever laid your eyes on. You didn’t see how anything could go wrong, that until you felt someone behind you, dancing on you in ways that were not okay for a school dance, not even prom. That smirk radiating heat waves, you knew exactly who it was.

“Harry!” Zayn yelled out, dancing around not noticing what was happening in front of him, and if he did, he was not about to address it. “Sup man! You two look hot tonight.” Harry directed all of his conversation to Zayn, yet his hips were swaying with you, taking you off into a world of wonder as his hands roamed down your sides. You shouldn’t like this so much, cursing yourself as your eyes slipped closed letting the sensual feeling take over you. 

Before you could comprehend anything, the warmth was gone and so was Harry. You turned to see where he went, watching him as he joined his girlfriend at a table. You watched the way he interacted with her, how different it truly was. There was no glint in his eye, no smirk placed on his face. He didn’t look too happy to be in her presence. “They are on the rocks.” Zayn’s voice chimed in. “He’s been acting a little weird lately, I think it’s been a while since they have – well, you know.” Zayn’s laughter filled the air, but your eyes squinted at the thought. “Want some punch?” You slightly questioned how he could be so calm about the whole situation, you wondered if he even knew what was going on around him. “Yeah, punch would be great, thank you.” You smiled at him and he scurried off to find the possibly spiked punch bowl. 

That’s when eyes met from across the room, he looked so small with the black mask surrounding his features, he sort of looked elegantly beautiful, but that smirk came out to play again. He used his head to signal, tilting back towards the door that led to the school hallway. You contemplated, eyes darting from his to the door. A part of you was saying to stay there, that going out in that hallway was going to be the biggest mistake, but then there was the other part of you, the curious part that would do anything to have this chance. Eventually, that part won. 

You gave him a small nod, watching as he quickly began to walk his way to the door as you started to follow. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, the sound completely feeling your ears as thoughts ran through your mind of what was about to happen. Walking outside of the dance, it was like immediate silence, your eyes adjusted to the darken hallway as Harry was nowhere in sight. 

“Harry?” You hissed, slight confusion in your voice. You heard a hum of approval behind you, turning around and you were face-to-face with that smirk. “I like that. When you say my name.” his hand reached up, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Would like it more if you were screaming it.” That low rumble of his voice sent your body in a frenzy, before you could say anything his lips were captured with yours. He was eager and it showed, lips pressing hard against yours as hands roamed as if he had never touched a female before. 

“Did you not think I noticed?” He kissed down your neck, sucking on the skin enough to make you want more but not enough to leave his mark. “The way you look at me across the room, the way you’ve always looked at me?” His lips were not stopping, making their way down your dangerously plunging neckline and you were starting to wonder if this was all part of his plan. 

You couldn’t reply, couldn’t find words to speak, just soft whimpers and moans fell from your lips. The boy holding onto you so tightly became so intoxicating you felt like you had drunk the entire punch bowl before coming out here. “I’ve been dreaming of this for a while now.” And with those words, you found your back pressed upon a door, the coolness of it reminding you how hot your body really was. 

You reached behind you, turning the knob hurriedly as you fell back as you entered the room. Luckily, you landed on the semi-plush feeling of gym mats and part of it made you laugh. Your giggles didn’t stop the boy who landed perfectly on top of you, his hands were slowly trailing, making their way up the bottom of your dress. He was mummering, talking about how beautiful you were and how much he wanted this, but you could barely hear him. Your mind was still buzzing, hands roaming the now shirtless boy and you wondered when that happened. 

“I want you” You found yourself saying, “Need you.” And you couldn’t wait any longer, realizing the buzz in your head was from the lack of friction that your body needed. Harry pulled you down, closer to him as he pushed your dress up. He wasn’t about to take his time, not when you were as eager as you were, when he knew how much you wanted it. “No panties?” He said breathlessly over the sound of the jingle of his belt. “Who would have thought that you were so naughty?” You started to giggle at his words, your giggling turning into a hitch pitched intake of breath.

His body was flush against yours now, you could feel every inch of him inside of you and all you wanted to do was roll your hips down against his but the way he was holding your hips prevented you from doing so. You whimpered, “Fuck, you’re so tight.” His lips pressed against your neck as his hips finally began to roll, colliding with yours in such a slow pace it had you seeing stars. 

“Harry.” You breathed out, fingers reaching up and tangling in his hair, tugging at the short strands. “Faster.” You moaned, his hips complying with your demand. The noises that were emitting from him were something from an X-rated movie, hot breaths and groans along with muddled curse words and still proceeding to send shivers down your spine. The mats beneath you began to squeak, his hips rapid, your head leaning back as screams filled the room. “Harry! Don’t stop.” There had to be scratches down his back by now, sure to leave marks for weeks. “You like that baby? Huh? Like it when I fuck you like that?” Those words were enough, feeling that hot coil within you spring loose, you had an orgasm you’ll never forget. 

Movements become uneven, frantic as he nears his release, “That’s it baby, cum for me.” You whispered in his ear. His eyes squeezed shut, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he came, you could feel him filling inside of you, his body collapsing on top of you as heavy breaths filled the air. “Fuck.” He moaned, letting a chuckle follow after. Before you could say or do anything, he rose up, quickly pulling his pants back up and straightening himself up. He looked down at you, the look of lust still in his eyes as he smiled. 

“We should do this more often, you know.” He said as he rolled his cuffs back to their original position. You found yourself smiling but you couldn’t find the words to speak, watching as he gave you one last look over, “See you later.” His words were confident and strong as he walked out, leaving you alone with a spinning head. You couldn’t put together what just happened, but you also didn’t regret a thing. You sat there for a moment, cursing yourself for not having a condom, your thighs slick with him as you raised up. You wondered how exactly you were going to go back to the dance and continue your night. One thing you did notice about him though, now that you've thought about it. His hair was kind of dark.

[obey-me-disaster]

Hey there! How’s it going? If I may, can I request some headcaons on the obey me brothers trying to seduce MC? Please and thank you!

These guys have to literally take a 'seductive speechcraft' class at RAD, in theory they should be good at seducing, in practice not so much

Warning: slightly NSFW

Obey me brothers trying to seduce MC

Lucifer

He keeps it simple. He doesn't see the point of doing complicated mind games when he knows that MC will choose him. That's not to say he won't try to win MC over or make them feel special.

Between Lucifer encouraging MC to be bolder when it comes to their advances and his confidence there isn't anything that could go wrong, in his mind at least.

He is often assertive in a way that would make MC feel like being swooped off their feet while still leaving room for them to refuse. He will make sure they know he will take care of all of their desires.

He often invites them over, either to his study room or the music room to spend some time alone together where he can be more forward.

Mammon

Mammon is really smooth when it comes to flirting and seducing, just not when it comes to MC.

He is too caught up between being a tsundure and just being genuinely worried about making them uncomfortable by being too forward. Still, after a while he will get over some of his worries, he is MC's first man after all!

He is one of the most sought after models in the entire Devildom, he knows how to use his looks in his favour and how to get people's attention, especially MC's.

With how much time he spends with them, Mammon knows how to make MC feel like they are the only person that matters to him and to make them think about only him.

That also includes what words to say and in what way too touch them. Still, he always leaves it up to MC to decide if they want to take it further. He will let them take control so they could go at their own pace.

Leviathan

Tries to think of it like MC is a love interest in a video game, otherwise he would never be able to do it.

Tries to kabedon MC and it works at first, until he realizes how close the two of them are and panics.

Depending on the MC, his cringefail personality and being borderline pathetic and endearing at the same time would probably do the trick and seduce them imeanitworkedonme

Still, he has his moments where he can be more dominant! Especially if it would be in a virtual world, where he is more in his element. Sure, he would still be nervous but he would actually manage to flirt with MC.

To add to the previous point, he actually did that in a devilgram, where he lowered one of the sits in the car and told MC he could be in charge too.

Also I am sure he has at least 3 slutty cosplays. All he needs is a little bit of courage and he could use them.

Satan

A really by the book approach, the type of thing you would see in books. He has a lot of connections but most of them were not made by seducing other demons.

His attempts would be a bit awkward at first, feeling a little bit too stiff, but after observing to what MC responds the best he will start to get better at it.

Does MC respond better to words? Well he doesn't have high grades in seductive speechcraft for nothing. He knows how to get MC wrapped around his finger. Starting from innocent remarks to comments that would leave MC's imagination run wild.

Do they like physical touches more? He may be a little bit more awkward but nothing that MC would notice.

He is probably experimenting with new feelings too, cause seducing MC, someone he actually fell for, is way more different than his normal seductive speechcraft.

Asmodeus

Literally the best, that's his whole thing. Sure he has his eyes to help him, but he has been a lust demon for a long time, he knows how to seduce someone without magic. And like Mammon, he knows how to use his body to get other people's attention towards him and his body.

Has the best combination of lingering touches that just leave you wanting for more and of words the can be left up for interpretation, really making MC think that they want Asmo even without all the seduction.

He knows just from looking at MC's slightest change of reactions when to stop or when to push forward. He knows how far he can go with exploring their body without ruining the sexual tension. He would get them so riled up that MC would be the one initiating anything. In his mind he is just giving them a little push.

He also loves to tease them throughout the day only to disappear, leaving them wanting for more. He doesn't need to even see to know that he is all they can think about.

Beelzebub

I will be sincere, I don't think he really knows how to seduce people in the traditional sense. He would probably seduce MC by accident.

He would just call them in order to record his workout routine and when MC would get there he would be shirtless and sweaty, and they would have to sit behind a camera filming a shirtless Beel literally flexing his muscle

He would also lick food right off MC if they happened to drop some on themself. He literally licked wiped cream off MC's fingers in season 2.

He does all of these things by accident, and while he may be oblivious and not the best at seducing he isn't dumb. He will see how MC reacts and will start doing these things more often.

He would probably make them help him with his workout so MC could really get close to him to see and touch his muscles. post work out sex I am just saying

Belphegor

He really takes advantage off all the time cuddling with MC to see how far he can go when it comes to touching them, while still making sure they are comfortable.

It starts either with a hug from behind when MC is doing something else or with simple cuddles. His hands will start to wonder just slightly under their shirt or just barely over their thighs all while trying too see their reaction.

Everything he would say would be done so either with his face in the crook of their neck or as a whisper near MC's ear. It probably just be normal stuff at first, but the more he sees MC get into it the more he will start going about what he would actually want to do with them.

It's a really slow process but the little shit knows how to use his words and from what started as innocent cuddles it leads to MC doing nearly whatever he wants.

I also feel like he would go into their dreams and try to seduce them there too. This would led to MC having to seek Belphie out once they wake up from that dream.

[billy-cockblock]

SWTD Theory

Still Wakes the Deep has been a huge brainworm for me the past few weeks, so I wanted to make a post with one of my takes. Someone’s probably thought of this already, but I can’t find anything about it, so here I go. 

I’m gonna take this time to shout out a little sub theory of mine that plays a bit of a part in my main point. 

For a little background, in populations of organisms, there are limiting factors on their growth and spread. Think of it as a series of funnels of different sizes: the rate of liquid that can flow through is going to be determined by the narrowest funnel. For example. if there’s a population that has ample food, space, and whatever else it needs, but has a restricted access to water, that water is going to limit how large that population could grow.

Before the Shape was dug up by the drill, it was probably dormant in the sea bed, doing its best to survive, the same as any other organism. Down where it was dark, wet, and cold, I think it had one main limiting factor: oxygen.

I don’t think the Shape can efficiently exchange gas underwater. Most of the untouched bodies Caz sees are only underwater, where an organism that thrives in air would struggle to access. Once it gets dug up and brought to air with plenty of organic matter to consume and grow with, its population explodes. When a limiting factor is removed, there’s nothing holding the population back any more until they hit a new limit. The Shape’s old limiting factor was removed, and it would only stop reproducing by running out of space to grow on the rig, running out of organic matter to use, or being killed (like, say, in a giant fiery explosion).

(I could go on and on about how the Shape potentially works, please feel free to ask me about it)

Now, I’ll get to my main theory:

I think Caz was dead the whole time.

Now, I don’t mean that in a “the whole game is in his head, none of it was real” way; I mean it in a “this man got Ethan Winters’ed” way. 

So, I started to do a little research into how tall oil rigs are to know how far Caz would have fallen off the helipad. I quickly learned there are many types of oil rigs and not every oil rig of the same type is the same size. I’m studying marine biology, not petroleum engineering like my brother, so I got tired of trying to guesstimate how tall the Bierra D’s helipad would be and attacked the problem with some simple math. 

Watching a video, I saw he fell for between 4-5 seconds; the acceleration due to gravity is 9.8m/s^2. Plugging that in a calculator while not accounting for air resistance to solve for distance gets me ~80-120m, depending on if I used the 4 or 5 second count, so I’ll guess around 100m. I’ve found many conflicting sources on what the tallest heights you can safely fall into water are, but I can safely tell you that 100m is much higher than any of them. 

Now, maybe the devs weren’t going with the mathematical exact timing it would take for a guy to fall off an oil rig, and didn’t mean for it to be implied that he fell from THAT high. Still, we can agree he fell from very high up, high enough to have likely ended in injury. Maybe he’d just fall on and break a leg? Maybe an arm or some ribs?

After falling off the rig, the last frame before Caz blacks out shows the water at the top of the screen, meaning he hits the water head-first. He may be wearing a hard hat (that somehow stays on his head through the whole ordeal since he clips his flashlight to it), but he still should have cracked his skull open or broken his neck. 

When they pull him out of the water, he’s cold and not breathing, which wouldn’t be unusual for a drowning victim in the North Sea in the dead of winter, but it would usually be a death sentence. They never explain how they dragged Caz out of the water, but it would presumably have taken a long time to get him out, and time is key when dealing with someone who isn’t breathing. The fact that he’s able to cough up water and start breathing on his own is a miracle, since it doesn’t sound like Brodie or Douglas do CPR when they bring him inside.

So, fall damage, head and/or spine injury, drowning, and hypothermia. By several different factors, Caz should be a very, very dead man. So why isn’t he?

My theory is that, somehow, somewhy, the infection from The Shape healed and brought him back to life. We know for a fact it has amazing generative properties, basically able to double, triple, quadruple the amount of tissue and organic matter in the crew’s bodies with no regard for conservation of mass, so what’s just a little regeneration of damaged tissues in a single body? Once Caz’s body gets someplace with better conditions suited to life (inside where it’s warm and there’s air), it just jumpstarts his body functions. The Shape’s presumably been dormant in the seafloor for a long time, so it could be able to go dormant and kinda “come back to life” as conditions change, similar to a tardigrade, and potentially pass this ability onto its hosts.

And Caz mentions how his head hurts a lot, especially when he gets close to the Shape. 

Now, this might seem like baseless conjecture, and y’all might say “That’s a good headcanon, but there’s no evidence that The Shape could bring people back to life!” to which I would say “Oh, but there might be!"

After the helicopter on the starboard side, we get a call from Bruce, who is actively drowning. Through his gasps, he tells us that O’Connor hurt his leg and couldn’t swim, presumably drowning. And guess who we see still kicking as we’re passing through the pontoon? My thought is that O’Connor couldn’t swim, drowned, and drifted to the bottom, landing on a part of the shape. Once Caz and Brodie start working in the legs and they drain, it exposes him to air and allows the shape to start growing again, assimilating him and bringing him back to life. 

Obviously, he’s not doing as well as Caz is. My thought was that, if Caz died as he was infected, the infection would’ve had to put a lot of its energy into bringing him back, not leaving much for itself to begin assimilating him into the Shape. Since O’Connor was in direct contact with the Shape, it could hook him up to its network to help supplement that loss. Caz, meanwhile, stays as far away from the stuff as he can and doesn’t even get anything to eat all day; guy's running on empty. He has small things where the Shape affects him, like the colors at the edge of his vision, but most of his hallucinations only happen after the Shape attacks him through O’Connor. Before, I’m pretty sure the largest incident (other than when he’s blacked out) is when we can barely hear Suze’s voice over the speakers when moving through the pontoon. It’s really only after getting attacked that he starts to hear her when he’s awake, near the Shape, or over phone calls. He only hears her clearly over the speakers in administration after he runs into the shape many times when he gets swept away in the flooding.

With my main evidence out of the way, I’ll also mention that Caz sees the “light at the end of the tunnel” from the end of the game in the oil flashes when he blacks out.

But hey, that’s just a theory. 

A GAME TH- I have received a cease and desist.

Man, this became a long read. Thanks for getting this far, and I hope you enjoyed!

[mothermiscellaneous]

Thinking of a scenario that builds upon the brotherly bond between Nobunaga and Uvogin. Sure, it's known that they bring out the best of each other during combat, but I wonder if they also support the other's worst traits. Like, I don't know, stalking an unfortunate woman throughout the city on several occasions.

Warnings: male yandere x fem reader, stalking, mentions of masturbation

Uvogin doesn't really see it.

Nobunaga has been hounding this woman for a while now. Although he hasn't revealed himself outright, he does make a point to show up consistently in places she frequents. He makes no attempt to stand out amongst the crowd, foregoing his humble robe and sword for something more laidback like a long sleeve and sweat pants.

It's like clockwork for Nobunaga to disappear for several hours just to sit around in cafés and malls to watch this woman.

Again, Uvogin doesn't see the appeal.

Not just in the routine, but also the person of interest. She's not his type, really plain and boring. From what he gathered from Nobunaga, she's a student in her final year of her university program. She has a habit of studying in cafés. Sometimes she's so focused that she lacks awareness of her surroundings to notice the hong-haired man who occasionally walks past her table or lingers a few seconds too long behind her chair.

A woman that inept will drive him up the wall.

He hasn't voiced his opinions to Nobunaga, but he does tease him for his boyish crush on a simple woman.

One day, she noticed.

For whatever reason, she turned back and saw Nobunaga standing behind her with a dreamy smile on his face.

He recounted this story to Uvogin, his emptied glass clinking against the lacquered finish of the bar's table top. That dumb faraway expression he does whenever they're in the same room together hung proudly on his cheeks as he declared this as one step closer to victory.

His dear friend was truly delusional in the department of love.

Uvogin has something that Nobunaga is clearly missing when he's in this state: a sense of social awareness.

That lady knows something's up now. She's seen Nobunaga's face. She'll easily be able to pick him out from a crowd and begin to notice that he's everywhere. After years of serving as a Spider, he expected his friend to be more well-versed when it comes to stalking the target. This was amateurish.

Hearing more drunken babble deepened his disapproval, but, on the bright side, it would also be fun to witness in real-time how Nobunaga can turn this opportunity into a relationship.

If it was him, he would do things much differently.

Imagine his surprise when Nobunaga invites him again to hang out at a much different location. A mall further from his prey's usual go-to spots. They walk along the glass barrier of the second floor to look down at the food court. There, sitting at a table near the water fountain, was Nobunaga's woman.

It's been a while since he last saw her, but he can clearly read her skittish body language and tired eyes. She's clearly aware of Nobunaga and is frightened by the whole ordeal.

Uvogin sighed. His friend has unknowingly made things much more difficult for himself than he needed to.

"She hasn't been at her house lately," Nobunaga remarks.

When Uvogin turns to him, Nobunaga simply points a finger to a nearby candy store. His eyes spot a woman walking out with a small bag in her hand and going towards the table.

A bodyguard.

Uvogin let out a chuckle and teasingly elbowed Nobunaga's arm. "Two for the price of one. I didn't know you had it in you."

He didn't hold back his disgust. "That one has been getting in the way. She's been housing my woman in her apartment across town."

"You're the reason why things are the way they are. What are you going to do to get rid of the friend?" You never left Uvogin's sight. He doesn't detect any Nen from you, it won't be difficult to take you out. Though, it would be a shame to do so. You were definitely easy on the eyes.

"Kill her, of course. She's poisoned her thoughts and convinced her to move. My woman's been busy packing boxes into storage. I'm biding my time until she's done to get her."

"Hmm," Uvogin hummed. He knows his friend well, and a quick glance confirms his suspicions. You're not going to last to the end of the week when he's so riled up like this. "Is there a reason as to why you won't kill her tonight?"

"I'm trying to get in contact with Shalnark to disable the cameras at the apartment. They're everywhere and it makes it hard for me to get in and out of in a cinch." Nobunaga's gloomy expression turned sour again at the thought. "My issue is that he hasn't been answering my calls. I'm not sure what he's up to, but I don't want to wait for him much longer. If he doesn't get back to me soon, I'm going to break in and take her at night."

The pair of women were heavily involved in a conversation. From this angle and distance, it was hard to read their lips and decipher what was being said. It was evident from the way they comically popped one of their heads up to scan the area that they were being vigilant.

"He looks musty," you commented as you zoomed in to the photo of Nobunaga. Your friend had discreetly taken the picture during one of her study sessions in the library. He was close by, pretending to examine the rows of books in front of him.

"He just stood there and never moved. It was an aisle of gardening books–I highly doubt that he could be so invested in zucchinis and carrots for thirty minutes." Your friend was close to tears as she explained in detail yet another encounter with her stalker. You've seen her spiral into panic attacks any time she sees a man with long black hair nearby.

It left you feeling powerless, unable to do anything to soothe her. There's been nights where you found her crying in the bed you two shared in your small, cramped apartment. It wasn't ideal, but you wanted to help her in any way you can.

So far, you've only managed to convince her to move in with you permanently. At least until she's graduates in the upcoming month. Finals week is coming up soon and you already have enough on your plate as it is. You can't even imagine how she must feel at the moment with all this stalking stuff piled on. Reluctantly, your mind goes to the worst case scenario, causing you to wince.

"Hey," you said, your voice a bit shaky. "How about we just head out and order something along the way? It sucks that your favorite restaurant is closed today, but at least we got some of our favorite candy! Maybe we can also stop by Lovelies and get a smoothie?"

Your friend immediately perked up. "A smoothie?"

"Yeah! We'll take it easy tonight and get smoothies, eat our candy, get some fast food, watch a movie... Forget the past few weeks and live a little."

Your friend's shoulders drooped a bit at the mention of her situation, her eyes darting before slowly nodding her head.

Ouch, you might've said the wrong thing.

With a wave of your hands, you got up and led the two of you to the exit. Neither have spotted the men above you, nor the way they followed you closely.

Nobunaga was still annoyed with your presence and proximity to his love. You don't understand her wants and needs like he does. How dare you meddle in their relationship like that?

Uvogin, on the other hand, has taken a bit of an interest in you. You're not completely clueless about reality, even seeming competent judging by the way you're handling both yourself and your friend.

He won't take a page out of Nobunaga's book, though. He's knows he'll stand out if he tried a similar tactic, he's a large hulking man and he'll be completely out of place if he hung around cafes or malls.

It's an opportunity to prove his unspoken point to Nobunaga. He loved him like a brother, but he sometimes misjudges the situation and creates an unfavorable scenario.

It goes without saying that he's the smarter one between the two, quick thinking and adaptable. Uvogin already has some ideas in mind to learn more about you. He doesn't outright tell Nobunaga, but he knows that he picked up on the message to hold off on attacking you for now.

Nobunaga doesn't say anything outright either, but Uvogin can tell that he's stumped as to how you have left an impression on his fellow Spider. You weren't interesting in the slightest and paled in comparison to his lamb.

He begrudgingly held off, letting Uvogin follow you from a distance for the next few weeks.

You were definitely the better one of the two. Smart, loyal, and independent, unlike the other one. The more he learned about you, the more this observation solidified.

He's been thinking about you as of late. He enjoys one night stands and casual flings like any other man, but whenever he frequents bars to get a woman for the night, you plague his mind. The one currently talking to him is tapping a long manicured nail against his knuckle. She has the same hair as you, but it suits you much better.

Your voice isn't harsh on his ears like hers is. It's warm and mellow, bringing a sense of peace upon him when he leaves empty-handed for the fifth night in a row.

It also stirs another feeling in Uvogin once he's back in his home. Sprawled on his ratty couch, the alcohol in his system is building on this ever growing infatuation. It finally dawns on him when he's thinking back to your body that he needs you in his life. He can't look at another woman with the same intensity that he holds for you.

He wants you with him, preferably on top while he holds your hips down tightly to keep you planted on his hardening cock. His hand adjusts his shorts just enough to let it sprang free, standing tall and aching for any sign of you.

It was going to be a rough night.

Yet before he can start, his burner phone begins to ring incessantly. He groaned and quickly looked at the caller ID. Out of the few numbers he's saved, he recognized Nobunaga's name and answered, "What is it?" He was annoyed, but he knew that Nobunaga hardly called this late at night.

"Come over and decide what you want to do with her. I've got mine ready to go to Meteor City," Nobunaga stated bluntly.

Uvogin sat up, hand clutching the phone tightly. "What?"

"They're extremely drunk. I figured it'd be easier to get her when she's like this." Nobunaga next spoke a bit further from the phone. "My little lamb has made herself sick with all this drinking. That's not good..."

Uvogin felt his heart skip a beat as he waited on the other side of the phone to think of a response. It's not like he needed to ask where your apartment was. "How about the cameras?"

"Disabled. Come over when you can." With that, Nobunaga hung up, presumedly heading out with his woman draped over his arms and that stupid smile on his face. If he's any condescending as he heard on the phone, she's in for a real treat.

Uvogin stood up, fixing his shorts as he made a quick look over his home. It's modestly furnished, nothing extravagant, but it's served well as his home for the past two years. There's no extra room to house you in, but he's willing to keep you in his bedroom for now due to the circumstances.

Damn it, Nobunaga, you gave me too short of a notice to have everything set up for your arrival.

When he checked his room, he was relieved to find it in order. There's a box that he keeps hidden under his bed full of neatly organized keepsakes and pictures of you. The last thing he needs is for you to think this kidnapping ploy was his idea. He'll throw his friend under the bus if it makes him seem favorable in the grand scheme of things.

In his version of events, Uvogin is a reluctant accessory meant to keep an eye on you while Nobunaga is the main culprit. He's the initial person of interest after all. You never suspected yourself to also be roped into this mess.

He can work with this.

Just like he said earlier, two for the price of one.

[artytaeh]

mattheo actually craves love and attention, if you give him a egg with silly eyes drawn on them he will be attached to it like its his kid

regulus would love poems, idk if its common sense at this point but for me Regulus is REALLY into literature

draco would love hair dye

blaise would love that little handmade gifts that has the spotify thing to use the qr code on, he's really into music, change my mind

UNIRONICALLY, i feel like mattheo is one of my favorite incorrect quotes. it doesn't matter if it's silly, or would give him a slightly less tough, masculine look; mattheo quickly becomes attached to whatever you gave him and proudly brags that it's his. a present from you. to HIM.

mattheo: what's this bullshit?

reader: ah, you don't have to keep it—

mattheo: [hugging whatever you gave him close to his chest, turning his body to shield it from your grasp] back off. it's mine now.

⭑ ⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🪻 ’

as for regulus, you gave me an epiphany?! that sounds so much like him. regulus + love poems made my heart ache in a strange way ☹️✋ nevermind what he says, i know that regulus would be able to write the most gut wrenching, painfully beautiful poem ever. tragically beautiful type of writing.

⭑ ⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🪻 ’

draco receiving hair dye made me laugh because at first he'd be offended. would look at you as if you had rapped a whole song insulting his family, from his ancestors to his future children.

(he'd still keep the hair dye. no way in hell is he wasting it.)

but depending on how close you are to him, and if you don't make jokes about him bleacing his hair, draco would be so grateful. specially if you bought it because you noticed that his stock was nearly ending. to him, it's the fact that you payed such close attention, and care for him.

⭑ ⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🪻 ’

AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT BLAISE. i totally see him as the type of person that has ten different playlists, for ten different things.

playlist to make out, playlist to shower, playlist while he's working out, another one to study too. would make you a playlist for your first month together, and even one with songs meant to cheer you up, if you're going through a rough week.

would love it if you made a playlist about your favorite songs, because that allows him to discover more songs that he might like, while also getting to know you better. 🗯️

[princeofstarspost]

𓍊𓋼~All the Letters of the alphabet~𓋼𓍊

Type: Mini headcannons

Description: So obviously I'm not the first to make a dirty alphabet of headcannons, credit to whoever did make it first though cause I tried to find out but it was a never ending list, but anyways this is basically a whole bunch of smutty headcannons with each one being a letter of the alphabet. I changed a couple though to make it more my own. :p

Rating: Explicit

Reader: GN, afab

Warnings: Kinky, be prepared for anything

Includes: Tighnari!

Tighnari:

Aftercare:

His soft hands would never leave yours as he helped you and cared for you, making sure you were well taken care both in the bedroom and out of it. He'd take a bath with you if you were sore and let you hug his tail if you wanted to cuddle. Aftercare with him always confirms how much he loves you.

Body part:

His favourite body part of yours would have to be your hands, the way they feel wrapped around him or when you're playing with his ears, he loves it. He even adores when your nails scrape across his back during the fun~

Cum:

He cums alot~, neither of you are sure why but he can overfill you in one go and then some. It's messy, sticky milky white but it's also hot to be covered in so much of him. It tastes salty sweet and often runs down your chin whenever you use your mouth, no matter how hard you try to get it all...

Dirty secret:

He secretly likes when he fills you too full. Something about seeing his cum drip out of you and knowing that you're unable to hold anymore sends shivers down his spine.

Experience:

He didn't have lots of experience, mostly cause he was more focused on academics then romance but he quickly studied up on books and other forms of learning after the two of you started having sex. He wanted to know everything so he wouldn't be lacking and it paid off~

Favourite position:

Any of them really, but he specifically likes ones where he can look into your eyes. He enjoys seeing what different positions can affect you the most. The second your eyes roll back he knows he's found a good one.

Goofy:

He's not goofy in bed. He's not really goofy outside of it either, but sarcasm does find it's way into some of your more intimate moments...for example if you tell him not to stop over and over he'd probably respond with "Yeah like I'd stop" just pointing out the obvious.

Hands:

Just the same as he loves yours, you love his hands. He's very good with them, wether they are hitting all the right places inside...or outside~ They are always finding ways to make the experience better for you.

Intimacy:

He can be very intimate and romantic, but more often then not he's more of a beast in bed. Naughty things cloud his mind and though love is obviously always in play, it tends to fade more into the background as the two of you get louder and louder.

Jack off:

Masturbation was basically what got him through his academic years and it's still helping him out whenever he's away from you. If he's gone away for a lecture, you can bet he's taking dirty thoughts of you with him to use when he's alone. You're on his mind more often then you'd think too..

Kink:

Alot of people would assume breeding kink, which yes can be true but it's mainly a cum kink for him. He just likes it when you're filled with his cum, or covered in it if, or swallowing it. Anything where you have him all over you, its such a turn on for him.

Location:

He's usually pretty nervous doing things outside of a bedroom, but ever so often things might make it outside and I mean in nature outside. He has animal instincts and he likes the fresh air, pair that with your scent and the slight risk of getting caught and he's in heaven.

Mouth:

He's more then happy to use his mouth on you. His tongue is a bit rougher then average and it feels so good on you that you tend to get pretty loud whenever he goes down on you. It makes his ears twitch in delight as he laps up your essence.

No:

He's usually pretty open to learning ways to please you, but the one thing he will not do is...hurt you. He can't bring himself to actually injure you. Maybe a spank or a bite but that's it. He's trained in the medical field and he's seen abuse firsthand. He never wants you to feel that way.

One or more:

He usually prefers to keep things between the two of you, but if both of you agree to add a extra someone to the party, he can get behind that... literally~ As long as you know at the end of the day that you're his lover and no one else's.

Pace:

He is usually pretty fast. Not that he doesn't want things to last, he just reaches his breaking point quickly, but that doesn't mean things end then. He's almost always up for another round and if he's not then you can guarantee he'll find other ways to please you till he is.

Quickies:

They are okay in his opinion. He's fast so it works, but he really enjoys when he has lots of time with you to do whatever you both are craving. Not to mention, quickies often leave him having to hurry and dress you back up and he longs to see his work instead...

Rough:

He can get pretty rough when he's really hungry for you. Hair pulling is on the table, along with biting and holding you down as he fucks fast and hard. He knows you can handle it~

Stamina:

He pretty much stays at three rounds, but if things are really hot and heavy and he just needs more of you, he will find a way to go more.

Toys:

Over his course of learning how to make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, he gathered quiet a few toys to use on you. Sure he has some for him, but you're his true interest. He especially loves one that's shaped like a mushroom, it vibrates and has such a nice array of settings for him to play with.

Unfair:

He teases you with his sarcasm and finds it hot when you do the same back, he's quick witted and sometimes you find it difficult to compete with him, but that's all just entertainment that dissipates when things start going~

Volume:

He's so quiet normally, but when the two of you are at it he loses that entirely. Gasps and groans are always escaping him, and when you're using your mouth he gets even louder. Yelps and grunts that have you grasping for more.

Wildcard:

He wouldn't be opposed to traveling in the desert with you if it meant he could see you in one of the desert outfits. Sweaty and lots of skin showing...a guy can dream~

X-ray:

Whats in his pants...a 8 inch. A little longer then average but rather skinny, with a pretty pink tip. He has bigger balls that tend to slap against the inside of your legs or against your booty for extra sound affect.

Yearning:

His sex drive is high. He needs you, all the time. Filled, bent over, on your knees, all of it. Whenever the two of you have the opportunity, he's in the mood.

Zzz:

He's already tired from working and he puts in alot of effort so he falls asleep pretty fast afterwards, but not without cuddling up to you and wrapping his tail around you first.

Phew this was long. Next post is gonna be a part two to scream or be silent!

[lovergirlanna]

Dating HC’S | T.R

Tom Riddle x Chubby! Fem Reader

slight warning: talking bad about readers looks/body size + refusing/avoiding meals

SFW + NSFW

NOT PROOF READ

SFW

- As much as Tom may try to deny it he adores your company, just having you around him boosts his ego.

- Tom doesn’t exactly seem like the type of person to give someone else affection but when it comes to you it’s a completely different story. He’ll throw in compliments once in a while. He finds your reactions to them amusing. “Your embarrassed aren’t you?” If you do get embarrassed by the rare compliment it will only make him poke fun at your embarrassment.

- Physical touch is his favourite thing to do so don’t be surprised when you find his arm around your waist whilst you two walk around Hogwarts together.

- Tom will show you off he wants people to know you are his and that he is yours he will not hesitate to go to the extreme to prove this point.

- Once he finds out your skipping meals he’ll get suspicious for one you skip breakfast as your excuse is always that ‘you slept in’ and then for lunch it’s ‘I was studying in the library’ only making it to dinner.

- Tom will confront you especially if this pattern is becoming repetitive. He’ll speak sternly to you commanding an answer from you but this is only because he truly cares about you, he really dose it’s just hard for him since he is quite monotone in his behaviour.

- Finally when you tell him the reason as to why you are skipping meals he replies with a “What?” “Are you seriously suggesting that?” Almost not believing you. In his eyes your are perfection.

- When he finally understands the whole situation he will comfort you because you are his girlfriend after all. He dose care for you and for the love of god if any of the other students are ridiculing you for your body Tom would loose the plot with them. They all know better not to say anything negative about you in-front of his face.

- After he’s talked with you about your views on your body in the following days he will start asking you if you’ve eaten enough. He will start coming to your dorm in the morning to pick you up for breakfast and will even meet you at your class before lunch to make sure you eat. Again he dose care for you and he dose want you safe and healthy.

NSFW

- Tom will never admit it but he gets turned on from you being in your uniform. He loves how your jumper clings onto your body and how it makes your waist stand out such a pity your robes conceal your body most of the time. He also loves your thighs gosh they make him go crazy.

- He loves your body well in-fact he’s practically addicted to it. He loves your soft tummy and your breasts that he’ll bite and suck on with no hesitation.

- He adores the way your tits jiggle as he pounds into you.

- Getting your riled up and needy is what he dose best just making you beg for him Is perfect in his eyes

- Loves overstimulating you and seeing you in a needy mess. As he feels your about to release he’ll pull out glaring at you sniggering down at you. “what’s wrong doll?” He’ll say with no shame. He truly is shameless.

- He’s quite quite he’ll grunt and gasp but on the other hand if your white loud he’ll tease you. “People will hear us so I suggest you shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

- Seeing you beg for him, practically cock drunk makes him smirk. It’s irresistible.

- Tom doesn’t really have a favourite position he just loves it when you beg for him and having full control during sex.

LIST OF CHARACTERS I HAVE DONE FOR THIS THEME

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Orange Blossoms

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k

Notes: You dont understand, when I make the drafts for my chapters so I can just copy, paste, and queueeue, I do it in order, so I just did 5, 6 and now 7, all so I could say “can you tell I’ve been watching Dora”

P.S I’m gonna spoil here, just in case. Things start to get steamy and Buck ties readers wrists to the headboard just so you’re aware if you don’t like that.

Chapter 7: Where are we going? Build a Bear!

Buck and Eddie are on the couch, waiting for you to show up. He wanted to get you alone but Eddie stopped by to drop something off and he kind of accidentally stayed

“You know, I think she gave me a size kink” 

“Jes-“ Eddie tosses his phone down onto the couch as Buck scrolls through your Instagram very carefully so he doesn’t like any old pictures

“Like….she’s just so short. I could just pick her up and like… toss her”

“Why would you want to toss her” 

“Okay, not toss her- shut up I already had this discussion…. But like, here” 

He starts typing on his phone and Eddie sighs, running his hand over his face. Buck shoves the phone into his hands and his mouth drops wide open 

“Buck?!!!! Buck. This- this is” 

“Just scrub through it, I’m pretty sure it was 2:59”

“You know the timestamp”

“It’s what made me think about her like that, of course, I know the timestamp” 

Eddie sinks down on the couch tilting the phone and scrubs through the… less than safe for work video. In fact, he’s never been more glad to be in his own home… okay Buck’s home but same difference. He gets to the part Buck was talking about, the man is holding the girl up, his arms crossed and braced between her breasts as he practically impales her

“I don’t think you could do this, her hips are way too luscious for that, you’d never last,” He says as he watches the video, Buck leans over and goes backward a little

“Okay what about this one” 

Eddie narrows his eyes as they really study these positions “for science” So far Buck’s other favorite seems to be having you leaned over the bed with your toes not even touching the floor as he rails into you. Eddie likes the one with his whole body covering the girl as he holds her tightly, drilling into her like that. 

“These are so male gaze oriented” Buck sighs “What do you think she would like?” 

“I feel like she likes to ride it, the way she sits on her bike when she’s talking kind of makes me think of that,” Eddie says, looking up yet another video, they’re both hard at this point, and have just committed to not acknowledging it “Like remember how good she looked on top of you? The way her back arched??” 

They watch videos together for a while, pointing things out, and working out the logistics of other things.  

It’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve done this week 

They’re listening to a whimpering ASMR when there’s a knock at the front door, they’d ordered pizza earlier. Eddie takes the phone, looking up something else again 

“You know what I bet she’d like?” 

“Hm?” Buck says as he gets up to get the door 

“Amazon position” 

He groans and drags his feet to the door, unlocking it “Don’t say that to me, please. Because ever since the beach I need to be dominated like that by her and she literally never needs to know that” 

He turns to the open door and you’re standing there, with a couple packs of sodas in your arms. Buck’s mouth drops wide open and his face turns a deep shade of red. He gestures, not even being able to form words 

“You good bro?” Eddie calls from the couch, and you slip through the door, past a floundering Buck, and over to the kitchen 

“No, I think he’s broken again” 

Eddie exits the site fast and bursts out laughing as Buck still stands at the door too mortified to turn around 

“Hey is there much traffic?” He asks as you’re loading the sodas into the fridge 

“Uhhh it’s not too heavy right now, but you know it’s L. A, There’s always traffic” You stand up, looking at him over the fridge 

“Why?”

“Oh I’m just trying to figure out where I should walk right into it”

You giggle as you walk back over to the front door and take his hand, pulling him into the house and shutting the door 

“You don’t need to walk into traffic”

Buck groans embarrassedly, bending down and laying his head on your shoulder. You coo softly, holding his head to you

“Awwww pobrecito” you laugh as he whines loudly and puts his hands on your hips 

“Damn, she is pretty small compared to you,” Eddie says from the couch and Buck flips him off before pulling you against his body and nuzzling his face into your neck 

“Buck!! Quit it!!” You squeal as he starts kissing your neck and squeezing you tighter 

“No, I’m trying to make myself feel better! You just stand here and look pretty” 

He dramatically kisses your neck and you squeal again, laughing and trying to push him away

“Quit being a big baby!!” 

He gets on his knees, hugging your waist tightly and burying his face into your tummy 

“No thanks, I’ll be your baby any day,” He says, looking up at you. And he only slightly regrets this angle because he’s absolutely drooling over your full breasts, in the most respectful way possible and pretending like they aren’t incredibly distracting 

You on the other hand, lean forward, giving him a little kiss on the forehead running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek

“You’ll be my baby boy any day huh? You gonna be my good boy today Buck?” 

“Shit, I felt that from over here” Eddie groans, rolling off the couch and getting up to come into the kitchen. Buck sinks down further on his knees, his legs spreading 

“Are you still alive?” Eddie asks him as he grabs one of the sodas from the fridge and the ice tray 

“Huh?” Buck is staring up at you, a pleasant little dazed look on his face. Nothing can hide the exact way he’s feeling right now… maybe a pillow. 

“Look at how sweet you look” You giggle and kiss his lips, he feels like a puddle, a really hard… really melty puddle. 

“You’re gonna kill him,” Eddie says, standing next to you now, sipping his soda 

“Nah he’s fine, aren’t you sweet boy” You pet his head lovingly and he whimpers, whiny and loud, he whimpers and Eddie tosses his head back laughing. You smack his chest and he covers his mouth, giggling hysterically 

The doorbell rings, breaking the little spell you have over Buck and he just lays flat on the floor while Eddie goes to answer the door 

“Uhhh… is he okay?” The delivery boy asks, getting Eddie’s change 

“Nah, his girlfriend called him a good boy” Eddie takes the change and hands him a tip. You give him a little wave with your fingers and the guy looks you up and down 

“Shit I’d be on the floor too” 

Buck is so quiet as Eddie dishes up the pizza, he’s watching you intently as he nibbles his slice with both hands like a little squirrel. You watch him back, slowly eating it and Eddie’s head moves like he’s watching a tennis match, wondering who’s gonna break first 

“Should I go? Like do you guys need a minute” He asks, blinking slowly “Because I can go” 

“The second you leave I’m going to jump so maybe don’t,” He tells Eddie, not taking his eyes off of you and you smirk, sipping your drink 

“Yeah but the tension is really high right nowww…and I’m literally so scared you’re gonna jump her anyway and I don’t wanna see that” 

“Really? You don’t want to see her getting railed?” He says, looking at Eddie nonchalantly and you throw your pizza down in exasperation 

“I mean no yeah I’ll watch her I guess-”

“Hey!”

“But you know not by you”

“Wait I’m your best friend you don’t wanna see my talents?”

“Yeah okay you know what maybe I could- you’re probably great. I think you’ve got the stamina, you work out regularly”

“Oh my god really?” Buck puts his hands over his heart and Eddie pats his shoulder 

“Of course man” 

“I’m so glad we can discuss Eddie being a cuck, this is so fun,” You say sarcastically, though the little smirk on your face gives away how hilarious this is. You look at them while wiping your hands on a napkin and Buck grins widely at you 

“What are you talking about baby, he’s definitely joining us. Have you seen his ass?”

He turns Eddie to the side and you lean over the counter 

“Yeah okay I could tap that” 

“See!!” Buck smacks his butt and Eddie rolls his eyes, chuckling quietly 

“You’re not saying no,” Buck says lowly, as you go to eat your pizza again and giggle 

“And you’re saying yes??” Eddie scoffs and neither of you says anything and his mouth drops open 

“Alright we’re done with this discussion you horny fucks” He puts his hands up in defeat and you and Buck high five 

“I didn’t say yes!!”

“You didn’t need to” You purr and he flicks water from his cup onto you 

“You guys can stop now”

“Are we making you uncomfortable?” Buck asks seriously, sipping his soda. “Cause I mean we want to, it’s so funny watching you  all flustered but if you’re not comfortable we’ll stop and definitely apologize”

Eddie thinks for a moment, and shrugs his shoulders, his cheeks flushing as he puts his cup up to his lips 

“It’s uh…. It’s fine…”

“Ayooooooo” You and Buck shout together, high-fiving again 

A half-hour later you’re snuggled on the couch between the two of them, Buck has his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he draws little shapes on your arm. Eddie is sitting with his arms crossed and pouting after all your little jokes earlier. 

“You can pick the movie” You smirk at Eddie as you hand him the remote 

“Maybe I don’t wanna pick the movie” He huffs as he snatches it from your hands and you snicker, whacking his thigh

“Awwww is Eddie sad he didn’t get to be called a good boy” Buck taunts him, reaching over and pinching his cheek and you laugh when Eddie slaps his hand away 

“We said we weren’t talking about that anymore!!“ 

You and Buck giggle with each other, teasing and poking at Eddie and he slaps you both away. He’s just putting on Friday the 13th (which he knows you hate) when his phone starts ringing, he rolls his eyes and gets up to answer it 

“Saved by the bell” You sigh as you lean into Buck and he leans down, kissing your nose and you giggle 

“Okay- Gag” Eddie walks back in “I gotta go to the airport I’ll see you freaks later” he grabs his keys off the coffee table and Buck throws his hands up 

“Hey! Where are you going?!” 

“Yeah, you were just about to listen to me scream every five minutes!” You protest and he smirks 

“First of all, this isn’t how I would plan on making you scream” He winks at you, and he and Buck high-five 

“Second of all… uhhh… I gotta pick up my cousin” 

Buck’s mouth drops open “Alicia?!!! You did not actually invite her!!”

“I panicked!!” Eddie cries out as he gets ready to leave “I didn’t know what to do??” 

“Huh?” You ask, and Buck facepalms “Eddie invited his cousin to visit because earlier I had to hide I was talking to you…and apparently Alicia said yes!” 

“She’s been meaning to come out this way anyway,” Eddie says as grabs a slice on the way out and you and Buck are left alone 

“So…” You say looking at Buck’s hands, playing with his fingers “You gots a hot date?” You ask and he looks down at you, smirking 

“Mhmm sure do. Got this cute lil thing letting me take her on a few dates… I know exactly where I’m taking her next too” 

Your cheeks flush as you bite your lip and he pokes your nose 

“Where are you taking her?” You ask sweetly and Buck grins

“Build a bear!! I thought we could make each other bears” he blushes and you gasp, hugging him tightly and knocking him back on the couch

“Buck!! That’s the cutest idea ever!!” You squeal and he laughs as he lays on top of you kissing all over your face “But what about my date for you?” 

“You really think so??” He looks at his watch and bites his lip “You uh…you know it’s still open if you don’t mind a date right now. And we can just count this as a little side quest date”

“You wanna go now??” You sit up fast, knocking him off of you and he falls on the floor, wheezing 

“Yeah we can go if you want” 

You squeal and get up from the couch, rushing to find your bag

“Let’s go let’s go!!!” 

Buck pulls into the mall parking lot and shuts off the jeep, you’ve been bouncing in your seat the entire time and he’s been rubbing your thigh trying to get you to calm down a little. You nearly launch yourself out of the car and he facepalms, grabbing your hand before you run off

“Hey… look at me” He pulls you into his chest, making you rest your chin between his pecs. He strokes your hair softly and smiles 

“I realize how this sounds” he chuckles “But I need you to hold my hand in there okay? I can’t have you getting lost, I don’t know what I’d do if you did” 

“Okay Dad” You sass him and he smacks your butt. He snickers when you squeak and he bends down, nuzzling your nose 

“Try that again Miss Sassypants”

Your cheeks flush as you look at him, he gives you a little grin and you roll your eyes 

“Okay Daddy,” You say, your voice soft and quiet and he blushes, rolling his eyes back

“Oh I’m gonna make you say that over and over I swear to god” 

He takes your hand, whisking you away into the large mall ahead of you.

Build a Bear is relatively easy to find, and the more surprising part is there’s not anyone there. The worker says it’s the weekdays and they hardly get anyone in on those days, so you and Buck have the run of the shop. 

You stare at the large line of bears, your arms crossed over your chest as you both slowly walk along the line. You narrow your eyes and pick up a couple, looking them over 

“You’re really serious about this” 

Buck breaks your concentration and you look up at him, blinking

“Uh duh, this is serious business,” you tell him “I have to pick the perfect bear!!” 

“Whatever you pick is gonna be perfect for me baby, especially seeing how much thought you’re putting into it” He kisses your forehead and you smile a little 

“Would it make it easier if I picked one?” He asks and you push him away further down the line 

“Heck no!! I’m picking!!” 

Buck breaks the rules and buys you two bears. He goes through the little heart ceremony with you for the first one and it’s disgustingly cute. As you rush off to go find an outfit, Buck secretly gets a lavender Axolotl stuffed for you too. 

You’re not really sure what to dress your bear in, it’s a pink cuddles teddy bear with a strawberry scent inside. You peruse the shop, tapping your chin as you look at all the outfits and accessories. Buck comes over with a little hanger in hand and shows you 

“Is it too cheesy to put him in a fireman’s costume” 

He holds it up to the spring green frog and you laugh, reaching out and petting the frog 

“No that’s perfect!!! I love it!” 

Eventually, you settle on the fuzzy trim red robe and fuchsia satin panties 

“Baby noooo, no” Buck whines when he sees them and you turn to him, putting your hand on your hip 

“No, the bear isn’t supposed to turn me on!” He says and you snort, tossing your head back as you laugh at him 

“I picked Mirabel from Encanto’s dress too okay? You can put her in that!!” 

“Okay deal… whenever I want to mess around though I’ll put her in the other outfit like a bat signal” 

You snicker and Buck grabs one of the little robes so you two can match. You both grab a couple more things and go to dump it all on the counter for checkout 

“Wait!! We gotta name them!” He pulls you over to the screens and scans the tags

“Alright no peeking” He turns his body to you and you roll your eyes, smacking his butt 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you don’t peek either!!” 

You drum your fingers against the granite countertops, biting your lip as you think. Buck lets out a satisfied little sigh and turns around 

“Welp I’m done, sucker” He hip-bumps you and you push him away 

“Shut up and go pay for your bear I’m still thinking!!”

“Uh, you mean our bears. This is a date, remember?” 

“Buck building a bear is expensive! I can pay for my own bear!” 

“Fuck no. Oh shit! I probably shouldn’t curse in here” he looks around and luckily you’re both still alone save for the employee who’s just staring at him 

“You work on that” You pat his arm as he walks away. You look back at the screen, sighing a bit irritably. 

“It’s not a competition honey,” Buck says from the register “Besides I already won it” 

You flip him off and he gasps dramatically, shielding his frog's eyes 

“Not in front of the children!!”

You punch in the letters and hit print, walking over to him and pouting. He pulls you into his chest, chuckling softly, and kisses your head 

“Oh come on… why are you pouting baby girl” He coos and you huff, turning to face the other way and he snickers. 

“Come on it can’t be that bad” 

The employee hands you two your little condos (that Buck absolutely paid for) and Buck takes your hand, pulling you from the store 

“Just tell me!!” He says and you shrug. He rolls his eyes and takes you to a little bench, opening the condo and taking out the birth certificate 

“Dolly?” He says “Like Dolly Parton? Because I can get behind that”

You fall against his chest and groan and he holds you, giggling at your dismay 

“No…” you mumble and he has to lean a little closer to hear you “Dolly because you call me doll… I thought, you know it would be cute” 

Buck’s heart melts as he pulls the pink bear from the box and looks at it. It’s in its little Mirabel dress 

“Y/N that’s the cutest shit I’ve ever heard” he wipes away a fake tear and pushes your head away from him “I’m replacing you” 

“Hey!!” You squeak and he hugs his bear to his chest, squeezing it and swishing back and forth 

“She’s perfect!!!” 

You smile at him, shaking your head, and opening your box, you take the fluffy green frog and hug it too, it’s got a strawberry scent in it 

“So what did you name him?” You ask, looking back at Buck who’s nuzzling his bear's nose and he stops, looking over at you 

“Uhhh…” he puts the bear back in the box and you giggle as he carefully closes it 

“The best name ever!!” He says, taking it from you and holding it next to his face 

“Buck Jr!!!” 

The five of you head over to the food court because Buck just has to get you one of the Cinnabons they have there, he says it’s the best you’ll ever have. Buck sets you up at a little table and promises that he’ll be right back, giving you a sweet kiss and a wink before leaving. You pull out your frog, smoothing its fur a little 

“Buck Jr” you giggle quietly to yourself as you look him over in his little firefighter outfit 

“Hey, that’s a cute little frog you got there” 

You look up to a random man standing in front of you, you blink at him, your face blank and emotionless 

“Oh thanks” 

“Yeah, where did you get him?” 

Okay, maybe he’s just asking? You point across the way and then gesture to the two condos next to you 

“Build a bear? Over there? It’s kinda hard to miss…” you lighten your voice a little giving him a polite smile “My boyfriend made him for me” 

He turns and looks at it for a moment before stepping closer to you 

Nevermind. 

“Oh yeah! Haha I guess I should be more observant” He sits at the table next to you, turning his body toward you 

“It looks pretty cute in there! Maybe you wouldn’t mind going with me? To help me pick one out?” 

“Oh for like your girlfriend or something? Yeah just go with one of these!” You hold up the frog “These go over pretty well! The people there can definitely help you out” 

You tuck Buck Jr back into his box and this loser scoots closer 

“Actually, I thought maybe I could get one for you?” 

“I’ve got three here, thanks” 

“Oh come on… a pretty little thing like you could use more stuffed animals don’t you think?” 

Oh gag. 

“You know what-“ You whirl around on him to tell him off… but you’re a bit late. A brown bag lands in front of you and Buck sits right between the two of you, wiggling his hips to scoot you over and make room. 

“Hi baby,” He says gleefully, ignoring the man he’s practically sitting on, and leans in, kissing you deeply. He pulls away a little and looks down at you, his sweet smile and perky demeanor don’t even come close to hiding that possessive glare in his eyes. One that reminds you all too much of your little bunny adventure 

“Hi,” you say softly and he nuzzles his nose against yours before turning to the guy 

“So who the fuck are you?” He asks, stoning his features and your heart practically beats out of your chest. Because an angry Buck is a sexy Buck. You feel a shiver trail down your spine as he stands up, reaching out for your hand and you immediately take it, gathering up your stuff 

“Are you messing with my girlfriend?” 

“I’m- no I didn’t-“ The guy got his hands up in defense now “She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend dude I’m sorry” 

Your mouth pops open and Buck looks down at you and then back at the man 

“Wow. I don’t believe that.” He deadpans and you put your hand on his chest 

“Let’s just go, please?” You ask quietly and he leans down, hooking his finger under your chin and tilting your head up to him 

“You sure you don’t want me to beat his ass?” 

��Excuse me??”

“I’ll do it for you baby” He purrs and you giggle, putting your hands on his waist and squeezing lightly 

“I don’t want you getting in trouble, especially with Uncle Bobby” 

“Did you just threaten me??” The guy asks, standing up now, Buck is bigger than him in every way, and definitely more lethal. Buck looks up at him, narrowing his eyes 

“Fuck off if you know what’s good for you. I will burn you.” He growls and the guy takes a step back 

“God you freak” He scowls, immediately leaving the two of you alone and walking off with his tail between his legs, because let’s be real, he was not about to fight Buck

Buck wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, and nuzzles his face into your neck

“Mine” His voice is whiny and childish and you snort, a complete 180° from who he just was five minutes ago 

“Were you really gonna fight that guy?” You ask as you hold him to you and he pulls away a little to look at you

“Hell yes, I was. Would you have recorded it” He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle, kissing his nose 

“Hell yes I would have” 

Buck calls Eddie on the way home and tells him everything that happened, first, he asks if you’re okay and you tell him yes, and then they both go into all of the ways they’d get him back for that and you sit there with your cheek on your hand, listening in amusement to the way they’re figuring out how to hide the body 

“You know, Buck was actually really sexy” you interrupt them practicing their evil laugh, and his head whips to you 

“I was what now?”

“I’ve seen him get mad, I know what you mean” Eddie chuckles and Buck looks at the phone 

“What are you guys talking about??” 

“He growled Eddie. You should have heard him” 

Buck’s cheeks flush and he swats at your thigh “Oh shut up” 

“Were his fists closed?? Did his veins do the thing?” He asks and you start to giggle as Buck looks at his arms 

“The wha-“

“Yes!!” You squeal and and wriggle in your seat “Oh god you should have seen him, I swear I was gonna jump him right there”

“I’m sorry you were gonna what-“ 

“I know exactly what you mean, you should have seen him when someone was trying to make fun of Hen-“

“Guys why are we talking about me like this” Buck is beyond flustered and he’s about to have to pull over in a second just to die 

“We’re discussing our feelings, Buck,” you tell him simply 

“Our incredibly horny feelings,” Eddie says and you burst out laughing as Buck hides in his hands at a red light 

“Oh my god can you guys please shut up, please” He whines and you and Eddie go on and on about him, praising him and telling him how gorgeous he is, and how strong he is. He hardly parks his car before he’s shoving you out and trying his best to run away from you two, even leaving his phone behind as he grabs as many bear boxes as he can. 

“You think we ruined him enough?” Eddie chuckles and you giggle “Yeah definitely, thanks for your help”

“Hey, anything to remind my best friend that he’s worth the world. I’ll talk to you later honey”

“Bye!!” 

You hang up with Eddie, grabbing your bear condo Buck left and lock the doors from inside before going up to the studio, you look around the place and smirk, going up to his bed. 

Buck is lying facedown on the bed when you come up and he’s got Dolly in one arm. Pouting into the pillows and fully ignoring you

“Buck? Baby?” You set down your box and his phone on the bedside table and smirk, walking over to him and patting his butt. He wiggles his hips and huffs and you roll your eyes, straddling his hips and smoothing your hands down his back 

“You okay?” 

“Why did you and Eddie have to do that” He whines “Now I feel all… like cool and sexy or whatever” 

You laugh as you massage his back and he groans softly, enjoying the way your hands flow over his body 

“Just wanted my man to know how perfect he is,” You say playfully and he sets Dolly down, turning over slowly so you’re straddling his waist now. He grabs your hips, pushing you down a little so you’re exactly where he wants you 

“Your man?” 

“Mhmmmm” you purr, settling your hips down and lying on him. You put your palms flat on each other and lay your head across them, staring into his eyes 

“You’re driving me crazy bunny” 

“Want me to make it worse? Wolf boy”

He laughs and shakes his head “And just what do you mean by that?”

You sit up, placing your palms on his chest and arching your back “Well….we’re home alone… no one to catch us…” You grind your hips in a little circle and he gasps, biting his lip 

“I-I mean… if- if you-“

“Do you not want to?” You stop for a second, asking him seriously and he flushes, his cheeks turning an adorable pink color 

“I don’t wanna seem easy” 

You laugh, rocking backwards on his lap and he grabs your hips to steady you 

“I’m the one propositioning you, and you feel easy?” 

“You’re making me all flustered!!” He slaps at your hands and you snicker, slapping him back 

“I’m trying to be all manly and sexy! And you’re making me blush like a schoolgirl! Constantly!!”

“Well, I don’t mean to! You’re just so cute when you blush!” You tell him as you guys start play fighting 

“I wanna make you nervous” he grits out and purposely knocks you off his lap you squeak as you topple onto the bed 

“Hey!” 

He climbs onto you now, shaking you lazily and you laugh, trying to wriggle from his arms 

“So just do it!!” You tell him and he stops 

“What?” 

“You try and make me nervous, go ahead” You cross your arms over your chest and look at him “Go on”

He raises an eyebrow and shrugs before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side 

“Make you nervous huh?” You’re already blushing a little at the drop in his voice, he looks you up and down slowly, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together 

“Yeah okay I think I can do that” 

He leans down, kissing your neck and sliding his hands up your shirt, your breath hitches as you feel one hand holding your hip firmly as the other slides underneath your neck, pulling you closer to his lips, he sighs softly against your neck, nuzzling his nose against it before trailing soft kisses along your jaw 

You can feel his grip on you becoming more possessive as he smiles and looks down at you 

“Such a pretty little thing… I wonder what it takes to make you blush” He leans in, not breaking eye contact with you except for the little flit down to your lips, he teases you, brushing his lips against yours before pressing his lips to yours, deepening the kiss and pressing his body into yours. You let out a shy little noise and he chuckles against your lips not letting up. He nips at your bottom lip and you whimper, letting his tongue slip inside your mouth and tangle with yours, you taste as sweet as he knew you would at this moment 

Your hands come up, cupping his neck before clawing your way down his back and he shudders, moaning into your mouth. He reaches between the two of you, and you feel his hand flowing over the soft curves of your body like he wants to memorize every inch as he cups your breast through your bra, he slides his fingers underneath, knocking it off and rubbing your nipple between his fingers 

“B-Buck that’s totally cheating” You gasp as you arch your back into him and he looks at you, his eyes cloudy and overflowing with desire 

“Does it look like I care?” 

He pulls away now, pushing your shirt over your head and helping you out of it. Your cheeks flush and he winks before wrapping his lips around your nipple, and kneading your other breast like he can’t get enough of them and if he’s honest he really can’t 

He takes his time, enjoying the way you writhe under him looking for friction that he won’t give you, not yet anyway. You try to get him to move up to your lips again, try to make him angle his hips on you again but he just won’t 

“Do me a favor” He pulls away suddenly and you whine frustratedly 

“Go in that bottom drawer and hand me what’s in it. You’ll know what I’m after” 

He gets up from the bed and takes off his pants as you roll your eyes and dig around in the drawer he pointed to, he has his back turned for a moment when he hears you stop rustling, and he looks over his shoulder

“Something wrong? Did you get what I asked?” 

“I-I don’t know” You gulp quietly and he turns to you now with a skeptical look 

“Oh bunny, Don’t lie to me.” He holds his hand out and you shakily hand him the rope you pull out. 

“Thank you” 

He crawls back on the bed, threading it properly through the steel rings on his headboard and your mouth drops open 

“What the hell are you doing”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna let you tie me up”

“It’s just your wrists bunny” he rolls his eyes and you splutter 

“Well!! Well, you’re not doing that to me!! Heck no! I refuse!” 

He tests it for a second before turning to you “Are you serious? Or are you just being difficult?” 

“I-“ you gesture wildly and he smirks 

“You can say no. You can say red light. My safe word is “Jabba”

“You mean like-“

“Exactly” He laughs and you giggle with him 

“That’s stupid”

“It totally ruins the moment” he giggles with you and you get on your knees next to him on the bed and he smiles, kissing your nose 

“Come on, lemme tie you up”

“You’ll stop if I’m not okay with it?” You ask and he nods, a serious look on his face 

“Absolutely. No matter what’s happening” 

You narrow your eyes before laying back on the bed slowly and offering your wrists to him. He grins wickedly and walks you through how he’s doing it, even how to get out of it in emergencies or if you’re not doing okay. He pats your thigh as you lay with your arms tied back 

“Might just cream my pants lookin at you” he teases and you laugh, letting your head fall back in the pillows 

“You’re so stupid” You put your foot on his chest as he goes to crawl towards you. He takes your leg, leaving hot, wet, kisses as he goes up, he pulls your shorts down your legs tossing them to the side then lays on his stomach, staring at you hungrily 

“Better be good or I’ll tie your legs down too” 

“You’d do that?” You gulp and he nods at the steel rings at the ends of his bed and your eyes widen considerably. His eyes trail down your body to your panty-clad heat, he admires you for a minute before leaning in and inhaling slowly. 

“Goddamn” he sighs dreamily, dragging his tongue lazily over the glistening patch on the front of your panties, and your breath hitches  

“Just to be sure… we’re totally an item, right? Like… me and you?” He looks at you as he makes out with your panties, his tongue swirling in tortures circles 

“Uh huh” you pant, your cheeks pink “Definitely. I’m just making you wait five dates so I’m not easy” You tease him a little and he chuckles, you can feel the vibrations shoot through you and you buck your hips against his mouth. He puts one of your thighs over his shoulder, nipping the inside of your soft skin 

“Stay fucking still,” he says against your thigh and you squeak as he bites a little harder. 

“Quit biting!” You refrain from squirming and he hums softly, pleased by your submission. 

“Not even a please?” He kisses across your thigh and licks your panties again, over and over like he’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. He groans quietly and grinds his hips into the bed 

“P-please quit biting,” You say, and his eyes go back to yours, he winks and pulls your panties to the side now, running his tongue through your folds and burying his face between your legs 

“Jesus, Y/N” he moans as he laps at your needy cunt. You whine his name, pulling your knees up to your chest and he chuckles deeply, pushing his tongue deeper and drinking in your sweet nectar 

You struggle against the ropes, trying to break free to touch him, to push him closer to you and he slaps your thigh 

“Stop moving so much” 

Your head falls back into the pillows as you try rolling your hips against his mouth, he hums happily at that and you sigh contentedly. He lets you fuck his face as he sucks on your clit, whimpering as he teases it in little circles with his tongue 

“That’s my good girl” he praises you “gonna make me cum hands-free” His hips grind down into the bed as he devours your pretty pussy, giving it wet sloppy kisses and rutting his hips harder into the mattress 

“Wish I was inside you” He pants between your legs, his hot breath fanning across your cunt “Wish I could be pumping my pretty bunny full of my cum” 

His voice cracks a little when he says that and that drives you up the wall, your back arches off the bed and you pull your legs together around his head as you finish, your hips rolling in fast little circles against his mouth as his name falls from your lips over and over again. He drinks you in, fully content with drowning himself as you grind against his face 

He finally pulls away from you and lays his head on your thigh, nuzzling against it a little 

“You taste good” He pants softly and you lift your head slowly to look at him

“You think so?” 

“I know so” 

He reaches up and lets your wrists go easily, your arms fall to your sides and he chuckles, taking one of your wrists in his hand and kissing it softly, before going to the next one 

“You okay?” He asks, looking into your eyes and you nod slowly laying your head back down and closing your eyes 

“I’ve never been better, in like, my entire life” 

He hums happily and nuzzles his face between your legs, kissing your pussy and dragging his tongue through your folds lazily. You whine and push his head away and he pouts 

“Alright, alright” He inches forward and lays his head on your torso now, you run your fingers through his hair and massage his head 

“Was I good?” He asks quietly and your cheeks burn as you tug on his hair a little to get him to look at you 

“You were so good, baby boy” 

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hey! Alway me🫣🤭.

I need to ask cause you draw so well.

I really like the poses and bodies you do, so I was wondering: Do you have any tips for learning how to draw bodies, hands, faces, etc. well?

Hello again!! Thank you so much for enjoyin my work !!!!

I didn't think I'd type up much in response to this, but. Oops!!!!!! So I have all of my notes below the cut :]

With regards to drawing anatomy and the sort, the shortest way I can say it is to study exactly what you're looking to draw: it's easy to generally say 'just study' or 'study everything' when it comes to art, but if you don't know exactly what you want to improve on, you're not going to make as much progress as you may want. You'll need a starting point, and identifying things like bodies/muscles, faces, hands and the like of what you want to focus on drawing is a great start!

For starters, I for sure recommend looking into muscle anatomy charts and models- something like these:

Color blocked diagrams like this can help identify the shapes of muscles, and generally once you understand the shapes of them and how they fit together, drawing anatomy as a whole starts to come easier: once you've made sense of the muscles of the body, you better understand where they belong and how they'll move, and therefore you can plan/visualize them better.

You know how sometimes people have to disassemble an engine and then reassemble it to better understand it? Think of it that way: you deconstruct your subject, study it, and- with a better understanding of it- put it back together!

Moreover, once you know the rules of anatomy, you can start to bend it when working with perspectives. make sure to look at plenty of photo references to understand this!

Perspective's a different subject I'm gonna pivot to really quick: it seems scary at first, but you just need time to study and play around with it, like with anything you're studying.

Generally speaking, the closer something is to the camera, the bigger it'll be. When we try to draw these extreme perspectives in mind- I, at least- get worried about it looking inaccurate or 'wrong'. But it's good to embrace that exaggeration at times! It helps add emphasis to your piece (especially if there's movement or action!), and it's why we learn these rules of anatomy and perspective: to harness them and break them when necessary. If you feel as though something looks off though, don't be afraid to look for reference images.

I don't use them much nowadays, but 'art dolls' can help you out with posing and perspectives at the start! You don't need a physical doll either: my personal favorite site was justsketch.me. It's totally free, and you can add multiple figures to a 'set' if you need to. Play around with it for a bit: it's pretty fun just posing the dolls!

Back to muscles though...

Obviously, you don't have to map out muscles like this every time. Just doing this a couple times once in a while as an exercise helps you get associated with the shapes of the muscles, especially when applying it to poses you're looking to draw.

*Quick note: the forearm's bone- the ulna- twists when bent as shown in this reference, hence the 'twisting' shape of the lime greens!

As for hands, I hope this quick little chart can help! again, a big help- for me- is understanding the shapes and how they all connect, and how parts of the hand move and work. Like I said before, looking at references will help a lot.

With hands and poses alike, I honestly recommend tracing your pose/reference of interest first, if you have one. Doing this lets you get a 'feel' of how to draw what you'd like, plus it allows you to become more familiar with the details of what you're drawing. After you get a grasp for that, free-handing poses will come easier. If you're able- whether that's taking pictures or looking at a mirror- yourself can be a good reference for your drawings too! You'll know exactly what you're looking for, and you don't have to worry about hunting for The Perfect Reference.

As for faces, part of that is based on style- BUT I hope how my approach to drawing faces can help!

If I May Provide A Quick Demo on how I go about learning to draw new characters: I do a fair amount of studying whenever drawing real people (as I do with my movie!x-men art), so I hope looking at my process can help you see my thinking in action.

Michael Fassbender probably has one of my favorite faces to draw since it's so distinct in shapes and therefore pretty easy to understand and draw, so I'm gonna borrow him for this:

I always have a set of reference images of the person/character I'm drawing off to the side. For this demo, I'm just going to use these few

When I first start to get to know a person's face, I start off with generic shapes. Almost like I have to carve the rest of their features out of this 2D marble slab, I guess is a way I can put it. While drawing Michael/Erik, I always think of how 'square' or boxy his face is as a starting point. Thereafter, I look closer at the details of his face and gradually start 'grinding' the 'marble' to be more specific to his face shape.

In this case, although I can 'summarize' his face with a square, I also acknowledge it's not perfectly square and that he has a rounded jawline, chin, and forehead. Still: I ask myself why I think his face is so 'square', and a part of it's because of how pronounced his features are: they give him a sharper look.

That 'sharper' look is displayed best at his cheeks/cheekbones, so I highlight it, as I feel it's a distinguishing feature of his face I want to capture.

So I have his general shapes down- but I also know Michael has very distinguished expressions as well! So I go look at my sources and no this wasn't an excuse to rewatch First Class I sweaarrr <-lying to see how his face moves depending on what he's expressing or even how he talks. When I understand how his face moves, then I can start to draw expressions I feel are more 'natural' or 'accurate'. The rest of his face just falls into place after that.

Once I have my notes, then I just do some rough sketches and I put what I learnt into practice. And then uh... yeah! That's how I do that.

Evidently, this way of study doesn't work if you're drawing a character with no real-life model. Moreover, some styles are a lot more simple than what I have going on here, and some subjects may be better suited for a different art style all together: it ultimately depends on what you find the most fun and what you think feels right to you!

I'm not sure I have any other tips off the top of my head, but if you have any please feel free to ask! Drawing takes time to get the hang of and to figure out what you like, so I hope you have fun on your artistic journey!

Happy drawing!

[v1nillasilly]

Grace lore-theory rant talk??

I saw something on the wiki (or on here, idk really) that said that the main seven entities were based on the 7 deadly sins, which makes complete sense. heres my enterpretation and theories (including a lot of references from the wiki, so credits to them ig)

Pride = Dozer

This one was pretty obvious, and was also stated in the wiki. Dozer's entire thing is "bowing down" or kneeling to it, as if it was like a king on a throne, which is usually associated with pride or arrogance. Also, in the description of the badge, it states "Swallow your ego, or it will."

Lust = Carnation

Carnation was kind of difficult to pin down which sin it was associated with the most, since it could be pretty much any of them. There were two reasons why Carnation represented Lust imo. 1: the badge name, Jabłon. The word means "Apple Tree" in Polish, which is most likely talking about the Garden of Eden and the Tree of Good and Evil, in which Lust would be the temptation of Adam and Eve to eat from the tree, wanting the knowledge of Good and Evil. (despite them being tempted by Satan. However they DID directly disobey God. idk. its a whole different rant.) and 2: The carnation flowers symbolize love, fascination, and devotion.. Considering the other meaning of Lust and the otherworldly body of Carnation, its most likely how love and adoration can go "too far." Also, some believe "carnation" comes from Latin carnis which means "Flesh," which would point Carnation to lust for the same reasoning as before. Also fun fact carnations are called the "Flowers of God." Not related but im a nerd so whatever.

Envy = Slight and Sloth = Heed

Im doing Slight and Heed together. First of all, Heed would most likely be Sloth because heed means to "pay attention to or take notice of," and is used in many verses about working to build the church and to sort of pay attention to what God is saying. Sloth as a sin is usually described as laziness, however it also means inactivity. Wikipedia states "through inactivity, one invites sin: "For Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do. ("Against idleness and Mischief" by Isaac Watts)."

Slight was pretty difficult on its own, and i honestly dont really know WHY i chose envy for it, but my brain's reasoning was like "it doesnt want you to look at it, because it wants something all to itself??" Idk if someone can find a better reasoning I am so open to researching further.

Gluttony = Slugfish

Im so tired of writing so ill make this quick: Gluttony comes from gluttire meaning "to gulp down or swallow." and uh. big fish have big mouth. i guess.

Greed = Elkman

THIS ONE WAS SO. FREAKING. HARD TO PIN DOWN. Elkman really had traits of pride, wrath, and sorrow too, however Greed was chosen not only because I studied him LAST so greed was kinda the only one left, but also because I felt like he didnt represent greed but rather what greed DOES to someone. As described in the wiki (thank you wiki authors ily <3), Elkman will "melt the player" when they are in his sight, therefore needing to hide. Greed is something almost like an addiction. Its the want for more and more and ultimately destroys you. Even if you arent thinking about it, greed can still lurk in the background, therefore why I think Elkman is greed. (what did i just type... i feel like a psychologist. also forgive me if Elkman's pronouns are it/its because its almost midnight lol).

Wrath = Sorrow

This one was pretty simple to me. First of all, wrath is usually caused by an emotion such as sorrow. Also, in the note for Sorrow, it says the rain "withers the soul." The soul in Christianity is imporant if not vital to the religion. The soul is supposed to be eternal, despite physical death. Some say it is God-given, or that its the "link" between the flesh and God. Any sin, especially wrath, "separates us from God" which is like the rain ("wrath") withering our soul ("our connection to God"). Also, Sorrow could represent specifically the "wrath of God," with the rain possibly symbolizing The Flood in Genesis, which is one of the biggest examples of God's wrath to humans in the Bible.

Another theory is that Litany is supposed to represent the Trinity with its three eyes, and also how it works in game. Litany pretty much means "a prayer or saying to God, Christ, and/or the Holy Spirit asking for Grace, Mercy, or blessings." In the game, Litany has three eyes (unless its a gamemode that would be otherwise, but im talking about just the regular Litany) and you only crouch when all of them open. This would represent that all three in the Trinity work together, and that not only do you need to worship or "bow" to one, you need to "bow" to all three, if that makes sense. Idk. Im still researching about this one, but these are my current theories.

Also goatman is probably Satan. Idk.

Use these however you like. Build onto them. Im not gonna gatekeep any of these or make them my "own" ideas, but tbh it would be nice to have a bit of credit if you do!! :)

TL:DR = i nerded out about Christianity and Grace so now my search history is full of weird stuff.

[phoenixtakaramono]

I believe Cheating Men must die is a great story

It adds wonderful twists in existing tropes and genres. The protag isn't perfect but she's great, she likes eliminating assholes, which is valid

It's also interesting how Su Luxia doesn't have an identity issue since she lives under so many identities but I guess she's hardened for the job

For everyone who hasn't read Cheating Men Must Die (comic "Wan Zha Chao Huang" (万渣朝凰) by Shi Dai Man Wang (时代漫王)), this is an open invitation for y'all to read it. Genre: quick transmigration, revenge story. Basically your ex-cannon fodder MC, Su Luxia, is a System agent who transmigrates (isekais/ world hops) into the bodies of women of each world who are wronged by the Male Lead, Female Lead, another canon fodder, author, etc and changes their fate. I forgot how many chapters of the manhua there are presently fan-translated but I believe the current season finale in Mandarin Chinese ends at over 800+ chapters of art. (The link has the MTL English translation, but if you don’t like MTL y'all can also peep at other sites for ENG fan-translations.)

There are a couple of different summaries but I love this summary the best:

Don't you think that all cheating sc*m need to die? Su Luxia, an intern pro working in a transmigration agency, doesn't believe in that. For her, all cheating bastards need to rot in hell before they die. Or else they won't suffer the taste of their own medicine! Using elaborate means, she beats up countless cheating bastards and b*tches. Su Luxia sneers... "People take everything they get for granted. The more they get, the more they don't strive for it. An unrequited love is an example. There is always a sc*m who takes advantage. Since they brought this upon themselves..." She studies her face in the mirror and smirks, "... let them have a taste of their own medicine." System: "You're making that scary face again!" Follow our female main lead, Su Lüxia, who is bound to the Female Lead Counterattack System and transmigrates to several small worlds beating up countless sc*m.

Art bait for y'all who are still hesitating (and some of my favorite arcs, and those that'd surprised me like the arc where she transmigrated into the Second Male Lead):

RE: I have to agree! Ty for the Ask, @bernkastel11! I had a response ready for ya the day I saw this in my inbox and literally typed a long essay with links, but lo and behold tumblr ate it. 😭 But finally I have the motivation for a take 2. Honestly the manhua is a guilty pleasure of mine. The art's great (we definitely see the artist improve over time with each arc...even with the obviously borrowed assets and sometimes janky perspective, hahaha) and I love how Su Luxia is a badass femme fatale (white lotus & green tea b*tch), as well as her friendship with her cute talking hamster System. I also love how the artist is giving variety; it's not all just kicking butt, chewing bubble gum, finding romance. She's become an empress, made a friendship with the exorcist Female Lead, become a mother, led revolutions, survived a death game, became a guy, made a Male Lead yandere and obsess over her to the point of trying to hunt her down in whichever world it is, has some...questionable sapphic overtones, transmigrated into a BL novel, revisited some worlds with reoccurring characters, etc. They satirize a lot of preexisting tropes, and I love it when artists and writers have fun with the meta. I also like how they're slowly expanding on the lore of her interest with previous System agent Zero (the whole reason why Su Luxia became a System agent).

"It's also interesting how Su Luxia doesn't have an identity issue since she lives under so many identities but I guess she's hardened for the job"

The thing about QTs in general is the artist or author usually don't put much emphasis on the consequences of transmigrating so many times into other people's bodies. It's just a staple of the genre (because they're usually portrayed as badass, cunning, and OP, what have you with a strong willpower to assume all these identities, overcome challenges, and not experience dysphoria). So far I think the only writer I can think of off the top of my head that addresses it is: The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration (novel / manhwa). I highly rec it. So far it is one of the few works where they explore that concept of how mentally exhausting it is adopting another person's identity as well as the consequences of "the characters" finding out (it's not your usual "oh, you hopped into my dead daughter's body and assumed her identity? Well la de dah, guess you're my daughter now." No, we're talking about the mother suspecting, finding out, being horrified, and having a mental breakdown trying to exorcise "the evil spirit" who's taken possession of her daughter's body). It also touches on the danger of an ordinary woman transmigrating into the body of a Female Lead in an R18+ novel where the Male Lead is a yandere.

Since you'd mentioned CMMD, I can give you several other links:

Cheating Men Must Die animated audio version of the first few arcs (King of the Phoenix), comes with ENG subs

Mission in Parallel 2022 Chinese short drama (it's the late 1910s socialite arc where she transmigrates as the overweight nightclub owner & wife of the abusive husband who gets seduced by a singer who's also a transmigrator), comes with ENG subs

Cheating Men Must Die (2022)(it's the arc where she transmigrates into the world where she's the villainess and the CEO Male Lead is self-aware, and the author has signed with the evil System trying to kill off Su Luxia so that she herself can transmigrate into the body of her own FL), comes with ENG subs

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey , how would Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Ticci Toby and Eyeless Jack react to a Albino reader ?

Jeff the killer, Slenderman, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless jack w/ an albino!reader !

jeff and toby are the only two characters strictly written as platonic as per admins personal boundaries, but the others can be seen as either way YAHOO playing TLTs new fnaf song on loop while writing this its so mf good got my bones getting in a twist YIPEE did some research on albinism since i didnt want this to be the characters simply reacting to the surface level stuff so thats why it took a little longer to get to this ! hope thats okay!

SLENDERMAN:

sticking true to my personal headcanon that outside of feeding and running people out of his forest, he doesnt actually interact much with humans... asides from the additional torment he puts potential proxies through but hush hush thats a whole different can of worms. point is, i think its unlikely that he would meet someone with albinism. sure, hes probably seen albino animals now and then, but a person? new experience for him, but i dont think he would be treating you like a spectacle. puts two and two together not long after meeting you... though even if hes accepting of it, he doesnt know of the extra precautions you need to take (to protect your eyes and skin from the sun, for example) but hes pretty receptive i think... notices youre having a hard time on days where its sunnier out so he either keeps you inside or keeps you in the shade. doesnt like giving you things from victims, so hes going to find other means to get you what you need (sunscreen, hats, sunglasses, ect). generally very accommodating, has a soft spot for you. i mean of course he does, you managed to win over this ancient forest demon thing

EYELESS JACK:

already knows what it is, down to common traits and the different types since i personally hc that before he became this silly man eating demon he was studying in medicine + generally had an interest in this sort of thing. doesnt bat an eye to the way your eyes sometimes twitch or drift off, helps you to the best of his ability when the strain gives you headaches. very good at reminding you to reapply your sunscreen and to remember to wear a sunhat when you go outside. if he has to, hes going to give you his jacket just so you can protect your upper body long enough to get back to your place/// just please give it back when you see him again..

JEFF THE KILLER:

"has heard of it but like slenderman knows next to nothing about it asides from "oh it means you dont have pigment/have low pigmentation" has heard of it but like slenderman knows next to nothing about it asides from "oh it means you dont have pigment/have low pigmentation", but unlike slenderman hes kind of... an ass about it... like hes generally an arrogant asshole, so it may take a while for him to pick up on things to make things a little easier for you. seems like hes annoyed with helping you remember to pack your sunglasses and other necessities, or when giving you something to help with any headaches caused by any strain... but let it be known that if he truly didnt care he wouldnt even bother to pipe up and drag you out into the shade when the sun starts beating down on you two.. he simply shows his care for you differently, you know?

TICCI TOBY:

he gets it, he does. maybe this is because he relates to having to just. deal with stuff that makes you different from others. or because admin is on the fence of headcannoning toby with poliosis... which while not albinism, visually he can relate and also relate to some of the other symptoms of it (namely the eye issues). flip flops between reminding you to pack stuff you need and forgetting.. but when he does remember hes very pushy about it, so much so that you might need to tell him to tone it down. you guys tend to vent to one another about things since theres some relatability between the two of you. as mentioned in my previous post hes prooooooobalby going to steal things for you to help you feel better; from things that will physically help you to things that will emotionally help you