#not sure they'll look like this next time I draw them - but this was cute

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first post on the new blog being domestic stephcass? More likely than you'd think

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⚣ Dick: The Popular Kid 😉

⚣😉 A/N → @swimmingpainterhandsfreak here you are! This is going to come in 3 parts, this one for Dick, and the next two for Jason and Conner separately. Every time I tried to do them all together, I kept getting stuck. They'll all be included in each other's in some fashion, but they'll still all have their own respective parts. Also, because I couldn't find it in my heart to do a fic where Y/N had to choose. Call me a wimp, IDC! Okay maybe just a little...either way, enjoy! WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Omegaverse | Courting Rituals | Highschool AU | Alpha Dick Grayson | Omega Male Reader | No one is a vigilante | Dick and Jason are not brothers | Dick is the stereotypical popular kid | Smut |

⚣😉 Summary → Dick, the most popular Alpha in school and one of the sweetest souls anyone will ever meet has his eyes on someone special. What's his plan?

⚣😉 Words → 7.0k

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💙

⚣ ENJOY 😉

Dick Grayson? Everyone knows who Dick Grayson is.

Everyone where he went, people swooned and fawned over him like some graceful dignitary or even divine being had just crossed their paths. His charisma was magnetic, drawing others into his orbit effortlessly.

With a smile that could disarm the most skeptical and a charm that seemed to flow from him like a natural force, he moved through the corridors as if he owned them, yet always with a friendly word or a helping hand for those around him. He wasn't just admired; he was adored, a living legend among ordinary teenagers.

And yet, you’d never know it from how Dick acted around others.

Dick Grayson remained remarkably humble and grounded. Unlike many in his position, he never let the almost worshiping attention warp his character. His kindness knew no bounds, and his humility was genuine.

Despite being the adoptive son of Gotham's beloved billionaire, Bruce Wayne, and having access to all the privileges that came with it, Dick never flaunted his status or wealth. Instead, he used his influence for good, often volunteering his time to help those less fortunate in Gotham City.

His actions spoke volumes, proving that true greatness lies not in the accolades one receives but in the way one treats others. In a world where fame and fortune often breed arrogance and entitlement, Dick Grayson stood out as a shining example of grace and compassion.

Bruce was the “Billionaire Playboy,” and Dick was subsequently deemed as “Gotham’s Prince Charming.”

And every prince needed someone to share their kingdom with; Dick Grayson was no exception.

Which is why Gotham’s most prestigious high school and its student population were positively abuzz with excitement at the rumors flying around that Dick was planning to court someone. While many had their own ideas (most being hopes that Dick would choose them), mostly everyone had one certain candidate in mind that had beseeched their heart of their school’s Prince Charming.

“Bitch, are you blind? Have you not seen how hot Y/N and Dick look together?” Sasha replied.

“OMG, yeeess! Like seriously, imagine how cute their kids would be. And Dick would probably be like the world’s best dad.” Manny screeched.

“Fuck all that. Y/N needs to give a real Alpha a chance.” Kevin proclaimed, puffing his chest out.

Everyone at the lunch table eyed the athlete while trying to hold back their chuckles, “Dude, no offense. But, you’ve got nothing on Dick. I wonder how Jason and Conner are gonna react.”

“Well, the four of them have been best friends since what, like the 1st grade? I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Ethan said bored, scrolling through his social media feed on his phone before coming across an interesting post, “Oh, would you look at that, Dick proposed to Y/N.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone collectively screamed at the table before Ethan’s phone was snatched out of his hand so they could all see.

“Rude,” The beta scoffed.

Dick had known Y/N practically since diapers after Bruce adopted him when his parents were caught in a fatal accident. The Omega’s parents, specifically his dad, had been classmates and friends with the billionaire.

From the early days of their childhood, they went from being adolescents who were thrown in the playpen together while their parents hung out and caught up, to being thick as thieves, joined at the hip, and now serving as constant headaches for the adults. They shared everything from toys and snacks to hopes and dreams, their laughter echoing through the halls of Wayne Manor as they embarked on countless adventures together.

Their parents often liked to joke that the two of them together were like two halves of one brain cell. Which, if you knew the two, it was nothing but the truth. Even worse when their other buddies Conner Kent and Jason Todd were involved, all four growing up with each other and causing massive chaos when together.

But, for Dick and Y/N, their bond had been special since day one.

From the earliest days of their childhood, Dick and Y/N had been inseparable. Under their parents' watchful eye, they had grown up side by side, learning and exploring the world around them with the curiosity and wonderment of youth.

As they navigated the trials and tribulations of adolescence, their friendship had only deepened, strengthened by the trials they faced together. Whether it was navigating the complexities of high school or grappling with the weight of their respective legacies, they had always found solace and support in each other's company.

In Dick, Y/N found not just a friend, but a pillar of strength, someone to lean on when he felt like he couldn’t stand so strong on his own. Dick's unwavering presence provided a sense of security and stability in a world filled with uncertainty. His caring sensibility and compassionate nature offered solace in times of need, a comforting reminder that no matter what challenges they faced, they would never have to weather them alone.

When they both reached the age of puberty where their second biological statuses would present themselves, their friendship remained steadfast and strong. As Y/N's presentation as an Omega became apparent, the dynamics of their friendship did shift subtly yet significantly added more depth to their relationship.

When there were sudden whispers and sideways glances, a subtle unease had settled in the newly presented Omega, shaking his confidence that had been strong up until then. For Y/N, the change was both bewildering and overwhelming, as he grappled with the newfound scrutiny and expectations that came with his new biological status.

But amidst the uncertainty and the whispers, there was one constant: Dick Grayson. From the moment Y/N's presentation became known, Dick was there, unwavering in his support and resolute in his loyalty. He stood by Y/N's side, a steadfast presence in the face of adversity, offering a shoulder to lean on and a voice of reason in moments of doubt.

When the bullies came, as they inevitably did, it was Dick who stood between them and Y/N, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. With his new Alpha status and ever-growing popularity standing because of it, the bullying attempts were short-lived since none of their classmates wanted to commit what they considered social suicide by getting on the son of Gotham’s most beloved billionaire’s bad side.

Which, Y/N definitely considered them smart for it. Because, while Dick was always kind and pleasant to everyone, he was never a pushover and would always defend those he cared for with striking resilience.

Emphasis on the ‘striking’ part. Bruce had Dick put in self-defense lessons from the moment he could walk. An unspoken necessity considering the lives they lived.

But perhaps more than his physical prowess, it was Dick's words that offered the greatest solace to Y/N. In moments of doubt and insecurity, when the weight of expectations threatened to overwhelm him, Dick was there, reminding him that there was more to him than any title, rule, or expectation someone placed on him because of his status.

He‘d always repeat how he was strong and capable and that he didn't need the validation of others to prove his worth. And that he’d never know just how much he’d mean to others, especially the Alpha himself.

In Y/N, Dick found not just a friend, but a soulmate—a partner whose presence brought a sense of completeness to his life. As they navigated the complexities of adolescence and the challenges of growing up, Y/N became more than just a confidant; he became a source of emotional support and unwavering understanding.

When Dick grappled with the weight of his past, mourning the loss of his parents and struggling to find his place in the world, it was Y/N who offered a shoulder to lean on and a sympathetic ear to listen. With quiet strength and boundless compassion, Y/N stood by Dick's side through every tear shed and every heartache endured, providing a sense of solace and comfort that no one else could.

But Y/N offered more than just emotional support; he offered clarity and perspective in moments of confusion and doubt. With an intuitive understanding of Dick's innermost thoughts and feelings, Y/N helped him navigate the murky waters of identity and self-discovery, guiding him toward a greater sense of who he truly was.

And while Dick may have been the Alpha in their friendship, it was Y/N who kept him on his toes, challenging him to be better, to do better, in every aspect of his life. Whether it was pushing him to excel academically, encouraging him to pursue his passions, or gently nudging him towards self-improvement, Y/N was always there, helping Dick fill in wherever he was slacking and encouraging him to reach new heights.

But amidst the laughter and the shared moments of joy, there lingered an undeniable tension—a spark of something deeper and more profound. It was a connection that transcended friendship, a bond that spoke of unspoken desires and unfulfilled yearnings. In Y/N, Dick found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime, and perhaps, if fate allowed, something more.

Their relationship was a dance of longing and restraint, a delicate balance of affection and restraint that left them both yearning for more. And as they stood on the precipice of adulthood, their futures intertwined in ways they could never have imagined, Dick couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, Y/N was more than just a friend—he was the missing piece of the puzzle, the one who completed him in ways he never thought possible.

While he may have been too young to really understand everything he was feeling, he knew he didn’t want the chance of him never getting to learn more about it ever become a reality.

So, Dick went to his dad, to ask him how he could properly court his friend. Of course, Bruce, being the observant one who always liked to play detective as his friends and colleagues would point out, was not surprised at his son's request.

Truthfully, he was waiting for the day when Dick and Y/N got together and even had a little wager going on with the Omega's parents. Speaking of which,  he'd won, making sure to have Alfred remind him to collect his winnings from the L/N's when all this was said and done.

Actually, he figured why not collect his winnings as soon as possible. Being a bit of a traditionalist, something he got from his own father, Bruce advised his son the best first thing for him to do was to get Y/N's parents' blessing before he committed to anything else.

So, while Y/N was busy hanging out with some friends for an after-school club, Dick and Bruce made their way over to the L/N residence, where the billionaire smugly watched his son ask the two males if he could court their son. Of course, they gave their blessings with joy, but they didn't miss the subtle smirk on their friend's face as Y/N's dad went to grab his wallet.

Bruce took Dick to the stores to find Y/N a special gift, something that would symbolize his commitment and devotion to his feelings towards the Omega, but would also be an accurate representation of them. The younger male was torn between the many options, unsure of what would be the best choice.

When his eyes landed on a shining, silver chain with a sapphire pendant cut into the shape of a bird, Dick knew this was the one. He made sure to wear it for about a week, using his favorite colognes frequently so it was covered in his scent.

Then, right before lunch, he'd presented the gift to the Omega in the hallway of their school with many of their classmates as witnesses.

"What's this?" Y/N asked, looking down at the velvet box Dick had handed him.

"Remember that history project we had for Mr. Kari's class, and you chose to do one on the ancient Kryptonian society and all its mythological lessons," Dick explained, smiling softly as the memories flooded back.

"I remember."

"Well, I happened to be out shopping the other day–"

"Uh huh, I'll choose to believe that,'" Y/N eyed him suspiciously, making the Alpha chuckle.

"And, I saw this necklace," Dick continued, taking the box from the Omega's hand and opening it.

When the male caught sight of the jewel inside, his breath hitched, unable to take his eyes off the shimmering blue gem.

"It reminded me of your research on the mythological lore of the two birds," Dick explained, pulling the necklace from its cushion, "Flamebird and–"

"Nightwing," Y/N finished his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Dick smiled, "I guess the jeweler was a fan of the story. But, I remember you talking about their relationship, how they fell in love and were mates, destined to always be reborn and find each other, and it made me think of us, and how I don't ever want to think of life without you."

Take notes folks. Dude's got game.

"Y/N, will you accept this token and allow me the honor to court you, with the hope of becoming your Nightwing?"

Dick knew the Omega was going to later berate him and possibly hit him over the head with a pillow or something for making him cry at school. He liked to refer to himself as an emotional thug, something Jason accurately always called bullshit on.

"You're lucky you're cute you jerk," Y/N sniffled, hugging the Alpha tightly, "Of course, I will."

"Thank you, beautiful," Dick whispered, hugging the male back, ignoring the whistles and cheers of their classmates.

Y/N turned so his back was facing the Alpha, allowing him to clasp the necklace around his neck, the jewel resting near his heart. Dick smiled, wrapping his arms around the male and nuzzling his nose against the other's neck.

"Ugh, I'm calling it. They're so gonna get married and have a bunch of model babies." Manny gushed.

"I can't believe Y/N didn't realize sooner Dick was into him. How oblivious can you be?" Sasha asked.

"He's an Omega. It's a blessing and a curse. Blessing because they're usually the most beautiful and have the best genes. Curse because they're the most clueless and naive. If an Alpha wants to fuck, they're the easiest to seduce." Kevin replied.

"You're a pig. You're lucky no one has tried to castrate you yet." Ethan deadpanned.

"I'm not wrong."

"Still a pig, and you definitely are," Kara replied.

"Whatever. I still think Dick is a weak choice of an Alpha—"

"You're just mad because Y/N didn't go with you to homecoming."

"I'm not—shut up, Ethan! All I'm saying is that Dick is not the ideal choice for someone like Y/N. He needs an Alpha who's strong, can put him in his place when needed, and doesn't put up with his shit. Not a rich pretty boy who's spineless and soft. I'd even say Conner would be a better choice for him, not before myself though," Kevin stated, puffing his chest out a bit.

"Yeah, uh huh. Whatever helps you sleep at night, babes," Manny said, rolling his eyes.

"Just wait and see. When this ends in disaster, and Y/N realizes Dick can't protect or provide for him like a true Alpha can, he'll come running straight into my arms," Kevin said confidently, smirking.

"Maybe this is why you never get invited to Dick's parties anymore and always have to count on getting in with the rest of the football team," Kara mocked.

Kevin rolled his eyes, "Whatever I'm telling you, it's only a matter of time. Yeah, Dick's cool and nice and all that, but that's only going to get him so far. Plus, all the expensive gifts in the world don't compare to the value of a real Alpha," Kevin said while flexing his arms under his varsity jacket.

"Yeah, a real Alpha like you?" Sasha snickered.

"Exactly," Kevin smirked.

"Uh huh, sure. Keep dreaming, sweetie," Manny laughed.

He along with many others would indeed have to keep dreaming. Dick Grayson was not one to do things halfway.

The teen Alpha spared no expense when courting Y/N, taking him on extravagant dates, and spoiling him with lavish gifts. Of course, much of this was being spent on Bruce's coin, but the billionaire didn't mind if it meant he got to see his son happy.

Y/N also knew how Dick was the perfect gentleman (having an English butler who knew everything about being prim and proper helped a lot), but what he was seeing from the Alpha now was a completely different level of chivalry.

He was pulling out the chair for him if he wasn't opening the door for him or offering his coat. If he wasn't paying for the food or dessert, he was giving him his own. If he wasn't helping him into the car, he was holding his hand and making sure his seat belt was fastened.

Y/N was practically never allowed to pay for anything while in Dick's presence, or even in moments when he wasn't. When Y/N accidentally shattered his phone, his parents didn't even need to call the store to order a replacement cause Dick had gone ahead and ordered Y/N the latest new phone.

Dick wasn't just spending Bruce's money willy-nilly. Since Y/N accepted his courting date, Dick got a job just so he could use that extra money to spend on Y/N. Bruce just tended to fund the really expensive dates and gestures.

It gets to a point where Y/N has to think about his words carefully around the Alpha because, within a span of twenty to thirty minutes, it would be presented to him with a bright, adorable smile that made it impossible to be mad at him. The Omega was craving Wendys for lunch and without thinking about it said it out loud. On his way to lunch with a couple of friends, he was confused because Dick wasn't with him since they always walked together from lunch.

But, his sudden disappearance was immediately explained when after arriving at the cafeteria, he turned to see Dick walking in with bags from Wendys.

"Really?" Y/N eyed him with an amused raised brow as the Alpha set the food and drinks on the table.

"What?" Dick responded, an innocent look on his face.

That became more of their routine, even in situations where money was not involved. If Y/N wanted something, he wouldn't need to say a word, and Dick would do it.

One of Y/N's favorite things in the world was Alfred's baking, especially his cookies. On days when the Omega was feeling up to it or was just down in the dumps about something, Dick would surprise him with the cookies. Of course, he was paying for the ingredients and materials and just having Alfred do the baking, but Y/N didn't need to know that.

Sometimes, Y/N would get into a depressive funk about something and would start forgetting to take care of himself. His parents knew how to handle it, but nowadays, they just called Dick, and in under an hour, the Alpha was at their house helping Y/N get back on his feet. Helping him clean his room, organize things around him, and get himself back on track.

If you thought they were inseparable before, well, that was nothing compared to now.

Dick and Y/N were practically joined at the hip, always together, and always touching. Holding hands, shoulders, thighs, waist, etc.

And just as much as there was a slight change in Dick's behavior (in a positive manner of speaking), in how he treated the Omega, there was also a slight shift in his attitude towards others when it came to him as well. It wasn't obvious at first, but to those who paid attention or knew more about them, many could also see how much more protective Dick had grown of Y/N.

Don't be misled, Dick never lost his friendly and kind attitude with others. But, it was easy to see the Alpha tended to become a bit more on guard when with the Omega and they weren't solely around family like their parents or Conner and Jason.

Dick was always at Y/N's side or close by, ready to jump in at a moment's notice if he noticed even the slightest hesitation or uncomfortableness from his Omega. Which, no one would actively fault the Alpha for it, knowing it was typical for Alphas to become a bit more territorial and protective in any matter regarding the Omega they were courting.

And it didn't help that their school was full of prideful, jealous, and horny Alphas along with envious Betas and bitter Omegas. Even more considering they were all hormonal teenagers as well.

When it comes to a courting ritual, there is no greater challenge than competing with other potential suitors.

Since Dick currently held the title of one the most popular Alphas in school, if not the most popular one, mostly every Omega and a significant number of Betas wanted him as their boyfriend. But, since his eyes were on Y/N, that made the Omega in question the recipient of many fake, cheery smiles tinged with jealousy and obvious, hateful glares.

Which, to be honest, he didn't know which one unsettled him more.

On the other end, there were no shortages of Alphas and would-be suitors who saw and wanted Y/N as their mate. And with Dick suddenly courting the Omega, he'd pretty much made himself an open target, even if the majority of them were smart enough to know the consequences.

Dick didn't blame them, of course. Even though he always thought of his Omega as attractive, handsome, beautiful, and every other adjective in a thesaurus, he could clearly see how much Y/N had grown into himself since their early years as teenagers.

Y/N went from being one of the many everyone picked on and pushed around, to being one of the few most sought-after Omegas in the entire school. While puberty could be the literal curse of inconvenience and interruption, there was no arguing that it had its benefits as well.

And many would attest to those benefits personally. Not too much though since they knew Dick was a black belt in martial arts. But, there were always those who thought of themselves as untouchable and would try to test the waters, not realizing the depth of the ocean they were about to dive into.

"Oh, hey, Y/N. You're looking pretty hot today. Maybe we should hang out later. Grab some food or something," An Alpha said, leaning against his locker, his arm blocking his exit.

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks, Mike," Y/N politely declined, trying to pass the guy's arm, but the Alpha wouldn't budge.

"Aw, c'mon, baby. Don't be like that. You know, I could show you a good time. Better than what you've ever experienced. I could treat you right," The male purred, leaning in closer.

"I'm sure you could, but I'm not interested, sorry. Now, if you would excuse me, I have class," Y/N said, trying once again to push the other away.

"Why are you playing hard to get, huh? We both know that's not who you are, baby," Mike replied, grabbing the Omega's wrist and pushing him against the lockers.

"I said, 'no,'" Y/N glared, pushing the guy off him, "So, leave me alone."

"Aww, don't be like that. Come on, let's go have some fun, baby," Mike smirked, pulling the Omega into him.

"Mike, stop," Y/N said, struggling in his grip.

"Excuse me."

Both turned to see Dick, the Alpha's gaze sharp, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

"Dick! Hey, man. What's up?" Mike greeted, letting go of the Omega.

"Not much, just getting my books for next period out of my boyfriend's locker," Dick answered, moving to stand beside Y/N, putting a protective arm around his shoulder, "How about you?"

"Oh, uh, nothing much. Just hanging out. I was actually going to head to the library, so I'll see you later," The male tried to quickly excuse himself, only to turn and bump into Conner and Jason who were both standing there with their arms crossed, glaring at him.

"Going somewhere, Mike?" Conner asked, stepping forward.

"Yeah, man. Why the rush? You didn't seem like you were in a hurry a few minutes ago," Jason added, taking his place beside the other.

"No, no. I was just heading to the library. Need to catch up on some studying but uh, I'll catch you guys later," Mike said, but was once again stopped by the two Alphas.

"Why don't we walk with you? Make sure you make it there safely. It's the least we can do, right?" Jason said, a nervous look painted on the other's face.

"You wouldn't mind, would you?" Conner asked, an almost sinister smile on his lips.

"No, no. Of course not," Mike sighed, defeated.

"Well, then. Lead the way," Jason said, motioning for the guy to continue, watching him as he walked away.

"You're coming with us, right, Dickie?" Jason asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Yeah, I can't let you two have all the fun," Dick smirked, before turning to Y/N, "Mind taking both our books to class, babe? I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Of course not," Y/N nodded, giving the three a small wave as they turned the corner.

The Omega sighed, shaking his head, "Bunch of idiots," He said fondly, walking to his next class.

No one was surprised when Mike turned up at school the next day sporting a black eye and plenty of bruises to match. The three Alphas would deny anything, but everyone could guess what happened.

"Still think Dick can't protect or provide like a real Alpha," Manny asked Kevin with a mocking attitude after they heard about the incident with Mike.

"Shut up, dude," Kevin glared, grumbling.

Dick would continue his courting, making sure to put the fear of God into any other Alpha who dared to lay a hand on his Omega. He was determined to prove his worth, not just to the Omega, but also to anyone else who doubted him.

After everything the Alpha had done, Y/N couldn't imagine anyone else better for him. Sure, Dick wasn't a traditional, stereotypical, and cliche Alpha. He was more on the reserved and kinder side of the spectrum.

But, that's what made him special. He was someone who could make you laugh, even on your worst days, and could comfort you without needing to say a word. When he wasn't the class clown, he was the one everyone could count on and rely on.

His patience was endless, his kindness boundless, and his loyalty unwavering. And, not to forget, the dude was super fucking hot.

Just as much as Y/N was emotionally and mentally attracted to Dick, not that he was looking at the Alpha in a different line since the beginning of this courting ritual, the physical attraction he felt was almost overwhelming.

Dick may not have been on any sports teams, but he might as well have been, cause the dude was fucking ripped. He had abs for days and a backside and thighs to die for. Not to mention, the muscles in his arms.

Y/N could feel himself salivate whenever he had the pleasure of seeing the Alpha undressed and was very lucky no one had ever seen him drooling over his best friend. And the same went for Dick, who'd always been attracted to Y/N but only had just recently started acting on those feelings.

And what did you get when you had two hormonal, in-love teenagers?

Two horny fuckers who couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

"We're going to be late," Y/N said, panting against the door of the janitor's closet they were in, his shirt discarded and pants unbuckled with Dick kneeling on the floor in front of him enjoying himself immensely on the Omega's arousal.

"Don't care," Dick murmured, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through the younger's body.

"Someone's gonna find us," Y/N moaned, gripping the Alpha's hair tightly.

"They won't," Dick hummed, his tongue swirling around as he continued his erotic ministrations.

"Fuck," Y/N whimpered, his hips bucking forward.

"Any louder and you'll be the ones who get us caught," Dick teased, pressing a finger toward the Omega's slicked hole which pushed them over the edge.

"I hate you," Y/N panted, leaning his head against the door, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"No, you don't. You love me," Dick smiled, the area around his mouth shiny with Y/N's arousal and cum as he stood up and pressed a kiss against the Omega's cheek.

"Ew! Dick, gross," Y/N whined, wiping and cheek and pushing the Alpha back.

"What? It came from your body! That's basically kissing you," Dick chuckled, fixing his clothes.

"That's not how it works and you know it. You're disgusting. I'm not doing this with you anymore," Y/N stated, cleaning himself up.

That was a lie.

Y/N found himself in a role-reversal situation as he was on his knees, forcing the Alpha against the wall while bobbing his head up and down on the Alpha's cock with unforgiving energy.

"Fuck, baby. She was only giving me her notes for the physics exam," Dick groaned, his hand fisting the Omega's hair.

"I'm sure," Y/N growled, his teeth lightly scraping along the length, his mouth still working, "That's probably why she was trying to scent mark you too, right?"

"She wasn't–shit, babe. Fucking hell, that's it. Right there," Dick moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"Wasn't what? Going to try and get you to knot her in the bathroom stall after the test? Cause, I'm pretty sure that's what her plan was, right?" Y/N seethed, his hand pumping the Alpha's shaft, his tongue flicking the slit.

"Geez, who knew you could get so jealous," Dick chuckled, his breathing ragged.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't think I won't bite this thing off," Y/N threatened, his teeth lightly scraping the flesh.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But, you don't have to worry, alright? There's no one else but you, Y/N. No matter how many Omegas try and throw themselves at me, my eyes will always be on you. Only you," Dick promised, caressing the other's cheek.

Y/N only gave him a look before his mouth was engulfing the Alpha's cock, sucking and licking the throbbing appendage while squeezing at the base to prevent him from cumming.

"Fucking hell, baby. I'm sorry, okay. I won't talk to her again. Promise," Dick whimpered, his orgasm feeling like he was going to collapse if he didn't cum down the Omega's throat soon.

"Damn right, you won't. This here belongs to me. Understand?" Y/N stated his tone firm and commanding while gripping the hard cock in his hand harder for emphasis.

"Yes. Shit, yes. Please, Y/N," Dick begged, his legs starting to shake.

"Who's is it, Dickie?"

"Yours,"

"Who's the only one who gets to taste, touch, or smell this?"

"Only you,"

"Good," Y/N purred, his tongue running to the shaft and its leaking head.

"Oh my god," Dick moaned, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

"You're all mine, Dick Grayson," Y/N declared, his lips wrapping around the swollen head, sucking and licking the precum.

"Yours. All yours, beautiful. Only you," Dick whimpered, his hips rocking gently, his eyes rolling back as he came into the Omega's mouth.

Y/N greedily swallowed, his hands moving to squeeze and massage the Alpha's balls, milking him dry. Dick stared down at the sight of the Omega with his cock still inside his mouth, the male's cheeks hollowed out as he sucked.

"Tastes so good," Y/N hummed, his tongue lapping up the remaining liquid.

"Jesus, babe," Dick groaned, pulling the Omega off the ground and onto his feet.

"What?" Y/N asked innocently, smiling at the Alpha.

"Nothing," Dick smiled, kissing him, "You're just amazing, that's all."

They couldn't get enough of each other, continuing their sneaking off to empty classrooms and bathrooms, sometimes even the gym showers and the locker rooms. They would usually do their "business" in the middle of the day, right after lunch or in the morning.

They would try to do it at each other's house, but would constantly get interrupted by their parents, who more often than not knew what their kids were getting up to. They were teenagers themselves once and didn't want to risk the young Alpha and Omega making a mistake.

It's why neither was allowed to hang out in the other's room without the door open. They used to sleep in the same bed when they were younger, but after they presented and especially started becoming a couple, both Y/N's parents and Dick's dad had to lay down some strict rules.

Didn't mean they would listen though.

"Dick, stop," Y/N whimpered, his hands gripping Dick's forearms as he laid with his back against the Alpha's shirtless chest, his hips rocking into the Alpha's fingers.

"Fuck, baby. So fucking wet," Dick groaned, his fingers thrusting into the Omega's slick, heated hole.

"Dick, your dad or Alfred could hear us and walk in at any moment," Y/N panted, his legs quivering.

"You should've thought about that before you teased me in the car," Dick whispered, his fingers curling and pressing against the spot that had the Omega crying out.

"Fuck!" Y/N whimpered, his fist flying up to his mouth and biting down.

"Yeah, that's it, babe. Stay quiet as you can," Dick husked, his pace increasing, his fingers stretching the Omega's hot walls.

"Mmph," Y/N moaned, his head falling back against the Alpha's shoulder, his hips rocking against the other's hand.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Feel so good, babe. Gonna ruin this tight little hole of yours," Dick purred, his free hand tweaking and tugging at the Omega's sensitive nipples.

"Dick, please. Wanna cum," Y/N cried, his hand reaching behind and gripping the Alpha's neck.

"Then, cum. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you with my fingers, baby," Dick grunted, his fingers twisting and curling.

"Shit, shit, shit," Y/N chanted, his voice muffled as he bit down on his fist, his orgasm ripping through him, his cum coating his stomach.

"Hey dudes– OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Both males froze, their heads snapping towards the door, their eyes widening as they saw Jason and Conner standing there, their mouths hanging open.

"Guys! What the fuck!" Dick immediately grabbed his comforter to cover Y/N.

"Dude! We didn't need to see that! What the fuck!" Jason shouted, his hands covering his face.

"This is the worst day ever," Conner mumbled, his eyes closed and shaking his head.

"Get the fuck out!" Dick growled, throwing a pillow at the two.

"Don't have to tell us twice!"

Both boys immediately turned around and ran out of the room, closing the door shut.

"Those two idiots. I'm gonna kill them," Dick grumbled, his arms wrapping protectively around the Omega.

"Well, we should've been more careful," Y/N said, sighing as he still was coming down from his orgasm and the shock of their friends walking in on them.

"Yeah, well. You were the one who decided to tease me the entire car ride," Dick defended.

"Whatever, I'm taking a shower. I feel sticky and gross," Y/N huffed, removing himself from the Alpha's grasp and heading to the bathroom.

"I'm joining you," Dick stated, getting up and following him.

"You're insatiable," Y/N shook his head, a smile on his lips.

"Only for you, baby," Dick winked, shutting the door behind him.

He was indeed insatiable, and it only got worse when they finally did the entire deed, Dick craving every touch and drop of the Omega he could get. It'd get even worse when his instincts and his jealous and territorial side would show when another Alpha would stupidly try to make a move on his Omega.

Now, that Dick had gotten a full taste of the Omega, outside and in, no one could compare. And the thought of someone else touching his Omega, made his blood boil.

Y/N's thighs had trembled as he lay back against the leather back seats of Dick's sports car, the Alpha's large firm, and sweaty body hovering over him as he snapped his hips forwards, inserting his full length inside the Omega. The car rocked back and forth with the force of his thrusts, making the tinted windows fog and preventing anyone from seeing the two teens inside.

"Mine. All mine," Dick growled, his nails digging into the Omega's plush hips, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing.

"Fuck, Dick," Y/N whined, his legs spreading wider, allowing the Alpha to reach deeper, his thrusts unforgiving.

Dick kissed the inside of the Omega's neck, bringing his sweaty body closer when he could feel it sliding up and retreating from his harsh movements. He pressed Y/N harder into the seats as he increased his pace, causing the Omega's moans and noises to reach a higher volume.

"Don't run from me," Dick grunted, his lips capturing the other's in a searing kiss as fucked into him at an even rougher pace.

He nudged Y/N's thighs apart with his hips that attempted to close from reflex, the Omega's body jolting with every deep, forceful thrust. Y/N let out a strained moan, his nails scratching down the Alpha's broad and muscular back as he was fucked like a slut, praying in the back of his mind none of their classmates would notice it steamy and rocking vehicle.

"No one else gets to have you. No one but me. You're mine, Y/N. Always have and always will be. Understand?" Dick's teeth scraped along the male's scent gland as he felt himself getting closer to his finish, "Say it. Say you're mine," He growled, his hands gripping the Omega's ass, pushing his legs further apart, and holding him in place, his cock drilling into the younger's abused and leaking hole.

"Yours," Y/N sobbed, his tears running down his cheeks, his face flushed red, his heart pounding as he was overwhelmed with pleasure, his body on fire, "All yours, Dick. Forever and always."

Dick smiled at the proclamation, eyeing the blew pendant necklace laying against the Omega's sweaty skin right over his heart, his chest puffing out, pride swelling within him, "My Omega," He purred, before delivering a few more thrusts, slamming into the Omega with a loud groan as he shot his load into the condom.

The pair lay there, panting, trying to regain their breath. Dick had his head tucked against the Omega's neck, his arms wrapped around him tightly, his knot keeping him connected.

"Are you satisfied now?" Y/N breathed, his eyes closed, his hands resting on the Alpha's broad and sweaty back.

"For now," Dick answered, smiling, pressing a kiss against the male's skin.

"I swear if anyone saw us and spread this around the school because you got a little jealous–"

"A 'little' jealous? I was not a little jealous. That guy was all over you and wouldn't take no for an answer. I had to step in," Dick defended.

"We were talking, Dick. He was asking me for notes about the history final. Not every Alpha or Beta that talks to me is going to be another Mike," Y/N explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and cuddle me. I need affection," Dick pouted, snuggling the Omega.

Y/N chuckled, rolling his eyes, but did as asked, wrapping his arms and legs around the Alpha.

"There, better?"

"Much," Dick smiled with another soft kiss to the Omega's chest, right by his necklace.

"Good. Now, when are we getting you the necklace to match mine?" Y/N asked, his fingers tracing the lines of the muscles on the Alpha's back.

"Patience, baby," Dick chuckled, his hand rubbing up and down the smooth and soft body under him.

"Don't tell me to be patient," Y/N grumbled, pouting, "If you're Nightwing then I have to be Flamebird, which means you need a necklace that looks like a Flamebird. We're a mated pair, remember?"

"Oh I remember," Dick smirked, flexing his dick inside the Omega's warm walls.

"Fuck. Don't do that," Y/N whined, his legs tightening around the Alpha's waist, his back arching off the bed.

"Sorry, baby," Dick apologized, not sounding sorry at all.

"You're not," Y/N rolled his eyes.

"Nope," Dick grinned, his tongue licking up the Omega's neck.

Dick continued courting Y/N throughout the rest of the school year. As expected, they were each other's date to the prom where they proceeded to have hot, crazy sex at their hotel, and then came graduation.

To no one's surprise, other than maybe Y/N's, Dick proposed at their commencement ceremony, in front of everyone, the whole school watching. The Omega said yes, of course, and they were congratulated and cheered by their classmates and faculty.

Their parents were surprised, not expecting the couple to take the next step so quickly. They were happy for their sons, of course, but wanted them to be sure. Dick and Y/N agreed to both wait till after college to actually get married, fine with just being fiances' for now.

Someone had caught a picture of them kissing after Dick proposed and replaced the photo they had initially of them in the school's cutest couple section of their class yearbooks. The bunch of saps.

It was a love story straight out of the books—wait a second...

...

Nah.

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🏍️ | Jason: The Rebel | 🏍️ • 🏈 | Conner: The Jock | 🏈

[luveline]

I love your KBD universe it is soo adorable!! All the kids are written so cutely! I relate to Avery so much! I was thinking about what if mom is super pregnant and she always wants to be near Steve, like she almost doesn’t even want him out her line of sight. Always wanting to touch him and get kisses from him. Love your blog!!

kisses before dinner ♡ you're pregnant and steve is lovely

There is a silver lining to being eight months pregnant (that isn't the baby at the end) —your husband. 

Steve gets soft. When the physical evidence of your pregnancy becomes unignorable, and then glaringly obvious, he treats you with exceptional care, love and tenderness. You can't get enough of it or him. 

And you're like a lost puppy when he's not near. “Steve,” you say, feeling rather morose about the whole thing, “where are you?” 

“In the kitchen! Do you want something?” 

No, you think, just you. “What are you doing?” 

“Babe, I'm making you and Ave your drinks!” A telltale plink of ice cubes knocking against glass follows. “Don't get up, okay?” 

You squeeze Avery's hand where it's held in yours. “Does he think I'll explode?” 

She giggles, her almond eyes lit with her laughter. “Maybe, mom.” 

“Do you think I'll explode?” 

“No way. You didn't explode before.” 

“‘Xactly.” You'd offer to carry her, or simply scoop her up without asking, but being so pregnant actually does feel like you're going to explode sometimes and you figure it's a bad idea. “Let's go see what he's doing.” 

You and Avery pick over Dove's tea party, abandoned sadly in the middle of the living room, and make your way into the kitchen, which is less hecticly messy but a tad grimy after a long week. Grease clings to the stove top and there's a cherry red stain down the front of the refrigerator. Death of a stolen popsicle. 

Steve sighs when he sees you, too much love around his eyes for any believability when he chides, “You can't sit down. It's impossible.” 

You push yourself back against the counter next to his hip. Avery does the same immediately, giving him a similar look, you're sure. 

He tries to hide his smile with a sip of Avery's too full drink. “Here,” he says when it's at a safer level, “apple juice for you. And ice, princess.” 

“Thank you,” she says, eyes wide as her open palms. She takes it and drinks at it greedily, the sweet taste of concentrated sugar enough to steal her attention. She walks out of the kitchen calling for Beth. “Come have some juice!” 

“That's adorable,” Steve says. 

“You tend to make them that way.” 

He throws an arm against his forehead, slouching beside you, the other wrapping behind your back. “I know. It's exhausting.” 

You spy your youngest under the kitchen table. The girls are fascinated with alcoves and small spaces. If they can fit into a nook, they will, and if they can't, they'll squeeze in anyhow. She breathes through her mouth over a pad of paper with a shard of a crayon in hand, drawing rather intricate things, considering her age. 

“Are those flowers?” you whisper. 

“Think so…” Steve lifts his head high to kiss the top of yours, his arm moving up to your shoulders. He rubs at them like he's trying to relieve a pressure you haven't announced. “You really need to stop getting up all the time. You're at risk–” 

“No, the doctor said if I'm not careful I'd put myself at risk.”

“And what are you doing?” he asks, voice like velvet, smooth and soft as he looks behind your ear. He must see something, petting away a flyaway or a loose strand or something, his touch as tender as his voice. 

You tilt your head away from him. After as long in love with one another as you have been, he knows you're asking for something rather than moving away, and he leans in again to kiss your cheek, rubbing behind your ear all the while. 

“Let's go sit down,” he suggests. 

“In a second.” 

You're terrible lately but it's all his fault. You crave his affection both big and small, all the time, and in every place. You'll be off work any day now and you're sure you'll spend that time soaking him in while he runs ragged trying to get things ready. You've done it before. Steve in the grocery store looking for a hundred different things while you draw stars into the backs of his hand, or trying to fix the baby gate onto the wall while you sit on the stairs making googly eyes at him. 

“My boy,” you say stupidly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Regrettably, he can't continue to dote on you like that, but it prompts him to hug you as close as he can manage. “I love you.” You lay your cheek on his shoulder. “You smell really nice.” 

“I love you too.” Pine, today. Fresh. “I see what's happening.” 

“What's happening?” 

You think he's going to put you down. The baby hormones are making you clingy, he might say, but he doesn't. “You've realised how hot I am. You're late, but I'll forgive you. You know, ‘cos of your predicament.” 

“Thank you,” you say, kissing his neck gently. 

You leave a series of butterfly kisses down the column of his neck before squishing yourself into the curve of it, resting too much weight on him. He takes it all without complaint, hugging you tighter, the distension of your bump a beach ball between you that makes you unfortunately shorter, bending as you are. 

His breath is a pleased sound in your ear, but he doesn't say anything. You hug until you have a strange pain in your neck; he encourages you away from him like he can sense it. 

“You okay?” he asks, thumb under your eye, a millionth sweet touch to add to the mountain. 

“I'm great.” 

“Yeah?” He holds you in place and kisses you. “Love you,” he says, his bottom lip jutting against yours. He kisses you again, and then he pulls away completely, a hand between you both the only tether. “Time to sit down. I'm gonna take your blood pressure.” 

There's no need. If anything, the way he's looking at you might give an inaccurate reading, but you think of the fawning and fretting and the rough of his fingertips digging into the top of your arm and smile, giddy. “‘Kay.” 

“Come on, Dovey, let's go be mommy's doctor,” he calls to Dove. 

In a rather uncharacteristic episode of actually listening, she abandons her crayons and takes his offered hand. He shoots you a quick smirk, as if to say, Yeah, I did that. It's stupid and it makes you laugh, because you couldn't love him much more than this. 

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story Idea (10)

Twisted Wonderland is a very unique world. Their world has magic, and they have different species living together, ranging from mages, beastmen, fae, merfolk, and so on.

Yuu's world had something like those, but obviously, that was just in a story, a fiction, a drawing on walls and pots. Something that almost all people heard of but did not believe in their existence. Which is understandable because Yuu's world is just humans and animals, and that's it. There are no werewolves, no vampires or mermaids, not even a dragon, and so on.

Yuu had been the type of person who always has been interested in these kinds of things: mythology, folklore, and cryptozoology, and maybe a little bit of history. That's what Yuu loves in the whole world.

They know many things and the history of how it came to be. You can ask Yuu if they know about skinwalker, and they'll put up a presentation that they prepared for years, which somehow leads to other cryptids. The Beast of Gévaudan? Yuu's got a conspiracy board with a bunch of pictures of animals to prove this beast is actually so and so and where it ran off to. They are also very knowledgeable about Greek mythology, followed by Norse, Aztec, and so on.

So imagine Yuu got transported to Twisted Wonderland and got the shock of their life when they saw a beastman. Yuu expected to see a furry animal standing on two feet, the face a mix with man and animal followed by animalistic growls and piercing eyes. Not… not a goddamn handsome man with a pair of ears and tails!

Sure, they had seen this type before, but that's on some people's fantasy that they have written and drawn! Yuu is absolutely stupefied when they're face to face.

Every time Yuu met a new species, Yuu didn't fail to feel disappointed in what they saw. The dragon by the name of Malleus got a human form that he likes to use, and that has the most ridiculously handsome face Yuu has ever seen. Where is the fire-breathing dragon? Where is the gold they hoard? The wings? Yuu is not satisfied with this.

Yuu met Hades next, who was hailed as one of the prominent seven figures seen as a hero or something, which just conflicted with what Yuu knows about the Hades of their world.

Yuu took a look at the multiple figures next to him like the Fairest Queen, the Queen of Hearts, Maleficent, and Ursula, and was astounded to see that they also were hailed as heroes. Their story is so much nicer than the original story Yuu read that at least, 2 out of 4 stated above died horribly if Yuu is not mistaken.

The dwarves are just toddlers that can speak perfectly, the eels from the Little Mermaid are humanified, what was supposed to be a werewolf is not a werewolf at all. The ghosts are all the same as though they are copy and pasted many times, some had different clothes. Yuu saw Grim, and they're not sure what he is, but he's cute, so that's alright.

Halloween comes, and Yuu is ready to be the most terrifying monster of them all, and they did, but that's because the rest dressed prettily and not terrifyingly like Yuu expected!

Where's the horror? Where are the screams of terror and the nightmare fuel appearance?? Yuu wanted to see someone getting traumatized, and all they got is sparkles and annoyance. Those magicam monsters must be stupid and blind to be scared of such pretty faces.

The only highlight of the Halloween was the Spectral realm like yes! The gloomy atmosphere is here! The graves! The very gothic architecture is everywhere! It was what Yuu imagined where the wandering and unrest souls will go.

It got crashed by a disco ball, though.

In short, Yuu didn't like it.

This world is sh*tty and against everything Yuu believed in. It's like meeting an idol you like so much and find that they are not the same as your expectation or something.

Dissatisfied, Yuu complained to themself, unaware that NRC heard it. "This is not what I imagined them to be. What a let down…"

Seeing that NRC are full of prideful kids, naturally, they get offended being told by a magicless human that Twisted Wonderland filled with wonder doesn't excite Yuu in any slightest.

Now this. This made Yuu perked up, but at the same time, Yuu is also offended that the others think their world is nothing special.

Yuu made up their mind to take it as a challenge. Yuu won't lose to these rip-offs of their world. They're gonna prove their world is superior, and that's Yuu's pride as a human being from that world.

Twisted Wonderland might have 7-8 prominent figures, but Yuu's world has more, although they may not exist today. Yuu is gonna show them how there's charm in being a mystery and history.

Yuu proceeded to drop snippets of a bunch of mythology, folklore, and cryptozoology randomly in the different places.

Yuu would go camping with the friends and said in his world there used to be a Wendigo roaming around in the woods. They would describe vividly about its appearance and how it eats flesh and the origin of how it came to be, taking sadistic delight when said friends looked at each other shakingly.

Yuu would mention out of nowhere about how beautiful people would have been sacrificed to the gods to a rather vain person and said it's lucky they are not in Yuu's world.

They even talked about Salem witch trials down to the details when a group of their friends has a fight or something. Magic doesn't involve in that, of course, but they looked terrified that even humans would accuse and execute their own kin. A very dark history indeed.

The mer eel would have threatened Yuu about squeezing and biting and so on, and Yu would drop a myth in their world about eating mermaid would bring immortality and maybe that's why they don't exist anymore.

They even mentioned casually that the faes would replace human kids with theirs and also kidnapped humans as pets. They can also be invisible to the eyes so no one would know or even find them.

The others are terrified to hear what story sprouted out of Yuu.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello.

Listen, I'm still not over ep 11 yet. AND THEN THEY GIVE ME THIS I- *muffled screaming*

Anyways, welcome to my crack posts. =D

Warning: long post 😊😅 (I somehow took even more screenshots than last time 😭)

I knew something like this would happen hehe

Also-

Don't lie, Peem, he'd already won your heart the moment he said "Na, krab" with those puppy eyes

I love how despite thinking they're enemies up till this point, Tan immediately jumps on the ship the moment he learns it exists.

Fang: cute. <3

Q: cutee. <33

Shy babygirl Peem has my whole heart 🥺🫶🏼

Yeah? Anyone specific you want to draw a portrait of, Peem? Someone from Engineering, maybe? Someone who confessed to you in front of all your combined friends just last night? No? 👀

This smile. This goddamn smile. I get you, Peem, I totally get you.

Q peeking in small into the bag is so accurate 😭

As I'd said in my previous post: "Right in front of my salad?!" and "Something very LGBT just happened to me o.o"

NOSE BOOP

I love nose boops hehe

[Phum: I have to go to class.]

You actually go to class?! *pikachu meme face*

Q's face perfectly expresses my feeling, and I'm definitely saving these as meme pics

Peem's plan to be hit on backfired so fast so hard 😭

Poor boy went into shock 😭

Peem is never hearing the end of this from Q. Never.

I love their friendship though. Besties forever. <3

Toey looks so excited here 😭🫶🏼

He's definitely over the moon that his two beloved hias finally realized they like each other (and of course he manifested this wdyem)

Throwing stones from inside a glass house, huh Q?

You're just as bad as, if not worse than Peem.

*shaking my head fondly* these boys are so whipped for their baes

This ep gave me a lot of meme pic ehehe

Why so surprised, Peem? You were the one telling Phum to flirt on you, why so shy now huh?

Oh, Aunt Pui knows. She's just trying to help her nephew get a nice boyfriend hehe

Also- learning the family business early on? Nice move, Phum.

I'm pretty sure Aunt Pui will accept Phum as family the very instant they start dating.

Actually- she probably already has.

What will you be tying next? The knot?? (I am so so happy I can make that joke and actually mean it now.)

Oh, and I love love love their dynamics. I'm always looking for verse because I don't like active power dynamics, but this show really delivered on it. There's always a push and pull, but throughout, they're equals. Yes, even through that slave era (remember how exactly Peem came to be his slave?). It did start off with a slight imbalance, but it evened out pretty fast (because Phum is incapable of not being the cutest clingy little puppy for more than ten minutes and Peem is weak for it).

PhumPeem/PeemPhum is giving me so much that I'd thought I'd almost never get from BLs (there are a few other examples, I think, but this is probably my topmost).

I don't know if y'all have noticed, but Phum is deliberately soft and is often using polite pronouns for the last two episodes.

It's just... they're so pretty 😭

This scene is just >>>

He-

HE LEARNED LATTE ART JUST TO USE THIS LINE WITH PEEM I'M DYING OH GODS

Phum is 200% committed. Other upcoming BL romantic interests, please take notes.

Jokes aside, what started out as a potential red flag (even two years ago, this relationship would have been very very different) turned into the greenest flag (with a side of childhood trauma).

Did he just-

He almost confessed!!! So close!!

Also- please give me them as boyfriends already, I'm on my hands and knees. But can you imagine what they'll be like when they actually start dating...?

...

I CAN'T WAIT. GIMME NOW. *grabby hands*

This scene made me speechless. Ep 12 was full of beautiful, absolutely stunning scenes, but this was what took my breath - his cute smile that lights up his whole face, his "Pai, krab" and the sheer relief when Peem asks him if he wants to go.

For a moment there, he thought Peem would leave, just like all the people in his life. He knows it wouldn't be permanent, but it's hard to get rid of such an old, deep-rooted fear.

But Peem, unknowingly, immediately waves it away by asking him if he wanted to come with. The only thing is... I don't think it was that unknowing.

I'll end part 1 on this note. Part 2 will be posted soon!

If you've reached this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a doughnut 🍩

And here are my previous We Are posts.

[oceans-goddess]

Not Stupid At All

A/N: Sorry I haven't been very active lately, I'm a busy gal at school these days. Hope you like this short fic! I love this boy with my entire heart and I feel absolutely no shame in telling you all that he is my ride or die comfort character<3. Might edit this later because I don't love it, but it'll do for now

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

Warnings: none I think

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Months into the school year, Eddie was still impressed with himself for managing to befriend you that first day of school, when you'd sat all alone at lunch, poking at the grimy "meal" on your lunch tray. His friends had been trying to tell him about a new store that was opening up in town, but he barely heard them.

"And I heard they'll have... Eddie?" Gareth had said, noting Eddie's distraction. "Hello?..."

But Eddie was too busy watching you dig through your bag and pull out a notebook. He'd wished he could stand over you and see what you were writing, get a glimpse of what you were thinking. He felt a swell of affection when he noted the way you tilted your head as you scribbled, the light hitting your hair in a way that made him swoon.

It took a nudge from Dustin to catch Eddie's attention once more; he let out a yelp of pain and mostly surprise.

"Fuck was that for?" he asked, but Gareth cut in then.

"That was for you not listening."

Eddie rolled his eyes and tried to listen, but after a few minutes, it was clear he was completely unfocused again. Jeff waved a hand in front of his face, asking Eddie what his problem was.

"Nothing, man. I'm fine."

"You've been quiet all of lunch," Gareth pointed out, Mike nodding in agreement next to him. Suddenly, every eye at the table was on him, expecting an answer.

"Jeez, guys, I don't fucking know! I'm fine, just..." without knowing how to finish, Eddie slumped forward, messing with his jacket collar.

"Just what?"

"Guys, maybe lay off? He said he was fine," Dustin tried, but no one else was buying it. After a few more unanswered questions, Eddie caved.

"Alright, alright, I'm just kinda, I don't know... I mean, have you seen that girl before?" He said the last part an octave lower, hoping to be discreet, but it didn't matter; every other boy's head swiveled around to look at you sitting at the next table over.

"Way to be subtle, guys, Jesus," he huffed. Gareth was the first to speak.

"Nah, I've never seen her. Probably new."

Obviously, thought Eddie. You had to be new. Eddie would have noticed you if you'd come to this school last year, no question.

"She's cute," Jeff commented.

"Gorgeous," Eddie spat before he could stop himself. Gareth laughed loud enough to draw your attention, and you looked up from your notes, slightly startled. Surely others nearby had done the same, but Eddie didn't care-- he just didn't want to draw your attention.

"Shut the fuck up!" he whisper shouted, reaching across the table to flick his friend in the forehead. When he looked back in your direction, your focus was back on your work.

"Just go say hi," Dustin suggested, earning a snort from Mike. Eddie rolled his eyes. Jeff clapped Eddie on the back, agreeing with the curly-haired freshman.

"No," he said curtly, hoping to end the conversation there, but with this group, it was never that easy. They encouraged him some more, but he denied them once again.

"No, I'd look totally stupid just going up to her."

"No way man," Mike declared. "Not stupid at all. Just be cool. It'll go great."

"Go get 'em, tiger," Jeff growled playfully, "or I'm calling her over." Eddie raised his eyebrows in surprise, his mouth agape.

"No! No, stop. Alright, I'll go say hi. Just shut the fuck up."

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It had been months since then, and you'd been kind enough to befriend Eddie. The two of you spent time together almost every day. Every time you looked at him he got lightheaded, and whenever you hugged him goodbye he could barely manage to stand up straight. When you'd asked in your sweet voice if Eddie could be your regular ride home from school, all he could do was nod. He'd probably say yes to anything you asked of him, now that he thought of it.

"What should we do?" you now asked as you sat in Eddie's van in the school parking lot after a DnD session.

"Uh... we could go for a drive? Listen to some music, pick up some snacks, and just drive around for a bit?"

You smiled at that, nodding slightly. The gesture set off the butterflies in his stomach.

"You can choose the music," Eddie allowed, expecting you to choose Wham! or Cyndi Lauper or another artist that he didn't particularly like but had picked up from the store for you to listen to when he drove you home. Instead, you picked out a Metallica album and handed it to Eddie.

"Are you sure? I feel like these songs are kinda intense for a chill night," he asked, completely astonished at your choice. But you were sure, and you told him you wanted to listen to what he liked tonight.

He hadn't thought you could get any sexier, but here you were.

After stopping at the store, the two of you chatted lightly between bites.

"This is nice," you said suddenly. "I mean, the other guys are fun to hang out with and everything, but I feel more relaxed with you."

Eddie could have passed out then and there. You liked spending time with just him? Before he could respond, you spoke again.

"Sorry, I made that sound kind of weird. I just meant that, ugh, I don't know, I mean, you're just... very sweet." From the corner of his eye, Eddie could see that you had your head ducked down and that you wrung your fingers in your lap. Before saying anything, he desperately needed to park the car. He couldn't focus on the road and what you were saying to him at the same time. His mind was racing-- could you actually be trying to tell him what he'd been hoping to hear since the day he met you?

He found an empty parking lot and put the van in park, but it took him a few moments to figure out what he wanted to say back to you. You quickly scrambled for an apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to weird you out--"

"No, no you didn't, Y/N." Eddie said quickly, realizing that he needed to come up with something quick.

"I... I like spending time with you too," he said, then internally cringed, realizing how stupid he sounded.

"You do?" you asked. He was surprised that you couldn't tell already. Every moment that he wasn't at band practice, at work, or in class (and even sometimes then), he was with you.

"Yeah," he whispered, and you smiled, shifting to face him in your seat.

"Can I tell you something?" you asked.

"Anything," Eddie breathed. You hesitated for a moment, a blush rising to your cheeks. The anticipation practically killed him.

"I've kind of had feelings for you for a while now," as you spoke, Eddie's world imploded, the car windows shattered, the music blared, the lights in the parking lot flickered wildly-- "and I was wondering if you would ever consider, you know, going out on a date some time."

Eddie didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams had just asked him on a date, and he was completely speechless. His world had just been turned on its head, and she expected him to give her an answer without blowing up right where he sat? But the longer he sat there staring at you dumbfounded, the more your expression turned from hopeful to embarrassed, and he had to put a stop to that quickly.

"Yes," he choked out, "of course, I'll go on a date with you." You looked over at him with wide eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes, Y/N. I've had feelings for you since the day I met you." You tried to hide your grin by looking down at your lap, making Eddie smile stupidly at your cuteness.

"Why haven't you said anything?" you asked, unaware of Eddie's gaze. He shrugged, then began to speak.

"I guess I didn't want to mess up a good thing, ya know? I mean, you are undeniably the smartest, sweetest, most beautiful girl I know. And I was lucky enough to be your friend. I didn't want to tell you how I felt and make things weird between us if you didn't feel the same." You giggled and shook your head at his assumption.

"No, honestly, I've had a crush on you since we met too. I remember Gareth laughing at something at lunch the first day of school. When I looked over at your table, I saw you sitting across from him. I remember thinking how cool you looked. Your hair, your clothes--" you stopped yourself then, clapping your hand over your mouth to guard yourself from revealing any more. Eddie leaned into you, his eyes begging you to tell him more.

You squeezed your eyes shut and cringed, but Eddie only laughed and pulled your hand away from your mouth. Now that he knew how you felt, he had to know the rest. He was on top of the world tonight, and he wanted to bask in the glory of being admired by you for as long as he possibly could.

"Ugh, um, okay..." you continued, "you looked really stressed initially, but when you came over to talk to me, you were so confident and, I don't know, it was exciting. You wanted to be my friend. I could barely speak. Kinda stupid, I know."

"No way," Eddie laughed. "Not stupid at all. I felt the same way."

When you looked up at Eddie, he was staring at you with the gentlest expression you'd ever seen on him. He was still holding your hand in his, and you intertwined his fingers with yours. He smiled at this and brought his other hand up to cup your cheek. The pads of his fingers were a bit rough from playing his guitar, but you liked the feeling.

Soon, you were lifting your chin, and he was pressing his lips gently to yours. He brushed your cheek with his thumb as he kissed you, and your heart was beating out of your chest. Eddie's kisses were sweet and slow, the exact opposite of what you'd expect from a guy like him.

When you pulled away, the beautiful boy in front of you was smiling. "So," he began, "where will this date be held?"

[factual-fantasy]

27 ASKS! :D FANK U! :}}} 💖

Ah! That I did. I mistook them for a bot.

Folks, you gotta put a unique profile picture of some kind and at least put in your bio "IM NOT A BOT!!-" If you have all the default stuff artists like me will assume you're a bot and just block you on sight :(

Sorry about that- I unblocked your friend. And thank you! I'm glad you like my stuff! :DD

Well,, Seam has some permeant injuries too. :( Such as his missing eye and the scars around his neck and wrists that will never fully heal..💔

Between sci-fi or fantasy? I thiiiink I prefer fantasy. XD And no its not just becuase of my name-

(Post in question)

Looking back I didn't illustrate it super well- it was intended to be something less earthy, yes. Not straight black though, It was supposed to be a really dark red. It seems black.? But anything it stains is stained red. And it was supposed to be rather thick compared to human blood.

If I ever draw it again, I'll be sure to get it to look right next time <XD

@khoiazo

@thesleepyteen1214

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like it! :}}

Now as for Peso. I think its impossible for Peso and Barnacles to have met as kids- not only is there that age difference,, But I thought that polar bears are from the Arctic, and penguins are from the Antarctic. On the other side of the planet!

None the less- if they somehow met, I don't imagine much would happen other than them potentially becoming friends. :0 Kwazii sure ain't going anywhere, he's sticking with Barnacles family!

Oh man, if Bibi and the gang were real they'd all be screwed.😔 I don't have what it takes to take care of them properly in the real world-

I imagine that the Deltarune crew only really stay in worlds that seem safe. So if it looks safe? They'll stay. And probably not think too much about all the weird critters running around <XD

Not sure how the FNAF guys would react. A world where imaginary friends come to life seems impossible! They might think the imaginary friends are actually animatronics-

The princess quest game wasn't implemented into any of my AUs,, sorry! <:/

I've seen the game floating around, though I don't really know what its about. Also I heard whispers of a potential controversy..? Idk I'm a bit weary of the game <XD

If Freddy had a problem where he started hoarding lost kids after hours? That would be horrible for the kids.. but pretty slick for Vanessa.. 👀

Aww! That's so cute! I love all the different names! XD Having someone to man/assist in the cupcake factory would be really cool/useful as well! :DD

@beryl-shade

I was thinking that no one else in the group other than Frisk remembers. But Jevil? He.. had some kind of reaction to it.

Like when the reset occurred, Jevil had this horrible spike of anxiety and he broke out in a cold sweat and shakes. But before he could even process what was wrong, Frisk swooped in and saved Seams life. Right after he was saved, the shaking and sweating began to subside.. huh, strange..

(The second question was answered in the ask right above this one! :} )

In the comic that I was intending to draw- we would see little snip-bits of most everyone's reactions.

Jevil reacted how you'd expect.. he completely broke down. Screaming and wailing over Seams body..

Frisk froze at first, but then turned on her heel and sprinted into the woods in order to uh.. reset. No screaming, no panic. Just dead silent, sprinting into the woods..

Goner kid was freaking out so bad over Jevil screaming that when she saw Frisk run.. all she could think to do was run after her. So she did..

We don't see Grillby's face, but you can see his hand light up greenish/blue and his coat burst into flames as he realized Seam is dead..

River and Spamton weren't really meant to be seen on screen. But you can see Asgore physically become more misty/unstable when Jevil started screaming..

You know? Maybe for the sake of everyone it was better that I didn't end up drawing all that <XD 💔

No no, nothing about tombstones. The Easter egg lies in this panel.. 👀

@snickerdoodlezz

F.. FANK U,,, 💖🍽

Thank you so much!! :D

As for my brushes? I just use the standard pencil brush set to 3.0 for sketching and line art. And I use the standard pen tool for coloring! :}

@youlikwjazz004

I have seen a decent sized chunk of Adventure Time yes! Although I don't really know the story and I definitely don't know all the characters,,

But out of the characters I do know? It would have to be Simon Petrikov! ✨ With Jake as a close second. Aaaand maybe Prismo as a 3rd placer? I don't know him too much but his design slaps and he seems really chill 😎

(comic in question)

As Freddy explains, he (and the others) had a "bug" in his system. Which made his eyes purple. (Although he wasn't aware that they were purple-)

And after he crashed on stage they reset his system. Wiping the "bug" from his programming. Turning his eyes blue again :0

@storylover2

I imagine that what ever it tastes like depends on my mood. Lately its probably tasted like when you just brushed your teeth and you eat an orange 😖

Also please do not eat my noggin I need that to art-

@ocinstituterep

It's been a while since I've thought about them.. 🤔 If we're using the same formula as I did before.. (the stories of the real life cars are translated to the characters).. then that means some of them aren't doing so hot <XD

We've got a few break downs, some are still broken down. A few sold to better homes.. and a few new (very old) comers! Some are back on the road and some are still on the road when they probably shouldn't be <XD

All in all, I'd say they're doin ok :}

@beelze-juicee

:DDD THANK YOU!! And don't worry, I'm sure I'll come back to it every so often. Even though I'm a bit weary of this fandom.. I cant help but love the characters and want to draw them sometimes XD

(Kirby family in question)

<XD Sorry, no can do! I'm glad you like them! And thank you! But I'm afraid my blessings cannot be purchased.. <:/

@ninaandthegames

Yooo that is the coolest dog I have ever seen 😎

:D Thank you! And I'm not currently into any animes.. although there are some that I attempted to watch and liked for a while :0

Such as Kirby right back at ya and My hero academia! :0

@elegysonnet @willthemechanist (Post in question)

XD He's just embodying his spirit animal. A narwhal ✨🦄🐟✨

[ftmtum]

concept. you get pregnant, then convince me, another trans guy, to get pregnant too. then you bully me about it.

hmm... i'm imagining i convince you to get pregnant not long before i go into labor... maybe when im five months, and already huge because i'm having quints? i give birth at about 30 weeks, and 2 weeks later we find out you're 6 weeks pregnant. by the time you're 10 weeks, i'm pregnant again. but i'm showing before you are, so i make fun of you for that. turns out i'm having sextuplets this time, and you're having a singleton that turns out to be huge, though you're never quite as big as i am. you make it to 42 weeks, and i make it to 32 weeks, so we give birth at just about the same time.

but for your entire pregnancy, i make sure you're eating foods that will make your baby the most active. when we're in public i'll very discreetly shine my phone flashlight on your belly, or i'll draw attention to it by probing it with my fingers to get your baby to move around — the latter making you nervous helps too. and, maybe your baby already would have been an active one, but either way, ultimately my efforts pay off, and you end up with a belly that is moving almost constantly, the movement visible regardless of whether you're wearing a shirt that covers your whole belly or not.

and of course, more and more you go out wearing clothing that doesn't really fit. it's honestly shocking how much bigger it makes you look, when i'm standing there next to you in clothing that DOES fit. even with my belly always being bigger than yours, if you're wearing a shirt that doesn't fit, you always look nearly as big as i am at least. buttondowns that are barely holding together do a lot to emphasize your size, especially if some of the buttons accidentally pop off. the best that i found was when we went to the mall together in cute matching patterned buttondowns in our second trimester, mine fitting very well, despite my belly already looking like i was overdue with triplets at only 17 weeks, and yours fitting so poorly over your 26 week belly that of the buttons that we even managed to do, all but two burst open within about 45 minutes. the one remaining, of course, was the one between your belly and bust and the second one down starting at the collar, between which yawned your tender, engorged tits, which were basically one poorly timed step from spilling out the entire time. (you don't own any maternity bras, of course.)

also, as my body is more accustomed to pregnancy, you start waddling before i do, which i can't get enough of. i'll often use my larger belly as an excuse to have you bring me stuff, just to see your newly-massive ass wobbling over to it and your heavy steps as you slowly turn around. i also don't stop lactating between the last pregnancy and this one, and because i'm careful not to leak in public, i always have a breast pump in my bag... but when you start needing to pump (which i make sure is as early as possible) i say that i havent sterilized it, so it would be unsafe for you to use it. you waddle around with constantly engorged, leaky tits, leaving wet spots on all of your shirts.

don't worry, i'll make sure to talk just a little too loudly about how you're only having one when people ask how many you're having. i'll make sure to tell them you're two weeks overdue with a huge 15 pound baby, too. and don't worry about trying to hide it either, they'll be able to tell you're pregnant nice and early, since i'm make sure your baby is active all the time. and after that... you won't be empty for long, either 😈

[cheesy09]

[CN] Kiro's 6th Anniversary Event Story - Final Part (1)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for content that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

Originally, I hadn't planned on translating this event, but I'm making an exception for this part because it was just TOO CUTE!!! 😭💕

For context, this year's anniversary event is all about travelling to various spots in Loveland with your love and taking part in various couple activities. You can read the prologue here.

The following is the event's final plot for Kiro and MC.

Even though it is winter, due to the unique conditions of Clear-Spring Mountain, flowers still continue to bloom all over the mountains and plains.

Opening the convertible of the retro sports car, we drive towards the mountains, all the while enjoying the beautiful scenery.

I have made a reservation in advance at the Honey Farm located in a sea of flowers in the mountains. Many blogger couples have commented that the activities at this place are very sweet.

Kiro: The first step is to beat the eggs... separate the egg whites... then add the sugar... granulated sugar? lumps of sugar?

Seeing Kiro casually talk while driving, I smile and gently squeeze his shoulder.

MC: Pfft, if the baking teacher comes to know that there are students who have prepped in advance, they'll be very touched.

Kiro: Don't make fun of me. If the summer island kitchen bombing incident happens again, I really will go into a tree hole on the farm.

MC: Don't worry, with me here, our cake will only succeed, not fail.

MC: After all, we both want to draw a perfect end to our journey here~

Seems like my comfort is somewhat effective. Kiro smiles and squeezes my palm, then slightly speeds up the accelerator.

Kiro: Then I'll also study hard. So that when you want to eat cake in the future, I can make it for you with my own hands.

-

Teacher: Welcome both of you, to our sweet couple activities...

Teacher: ...We first need to beat the egg mixture with sugar into a thick, fluffy foam. Next...

After the teacher explains the steps to make the cake, it is our turn to practice them.

Kiro: Come, let me try it.

Kiro takes the egg beater from my hand and beats it carefully. Seeing the egg liquid beginning to turn white, I quickly speak in affirmation.

MC: That's right - stop!

Before I can finish speaking, I see him dig out a big spoonful of sugar and pouring it into the container. I quickly hold down his arm.

MC: Sugar was added before, no need to add more!

Kiro: Is it enough? But the amount that was added before seemed so small. Will it be sweet enough?

That extremely serious gaze makes me clearly realize at this moment why this person is known as a "kitchen killer".

Recipe books and instructional videos tell us the most accurate steps, sometimes even down to the grams.

But for a "feeler" like Kiro, instead of telling him what is right, it is better to let him adjust step by step based on his own feelings.

So, I gently let go of my hand.

MC: Hmm... Actually, I'm not sure if the previous proportion is the sweetness we prefer.

MC: So just follow your own ideas. If it's too sweet, we can just add less sugar next time~

Kiro: Mm, I think so too. We still gotta make a cake that suits us best.

He grows slightly excited and digs out two more spoons of sugar and adds them in. Seeing the sugar bag almost bottoming out, I can't help but "comfort" myself in my heart.

As long as Kiro is happy.

Then, he continues completing the honey cake embryos one after another under my "guidance" and then puts them in the oven.

Kiro: 160°, 40 minutes, done!

-

Once we are done, the staff takes us to a glass greenhouse to wait.

I look at the "sweet space" before me that is temporarily exclusive to us--

Lush branches, leaves and flowers sway in the wind, surrounding the entire area with spring, accompanied with bursts of fragrance.

There is a coffee table and sofa in the center of the greenhouse, and the bookshelf on the side lists various board games, providing a variety of entertainment options.

Kiro: "What do you and your significant other have in common?"

I follow the sound and turn around, finding Kiro standing in front of a wall, seemingly looking at something.

MC: What is that?

Kiro: Hmm... Two questions were asked above. It seems to be a small game to enhance feelings.

I walk over quickly and whisper another question.

MC: "What are the differences between you and your significant other?"

I pause and subconsciously look at Kiro, only to find him already gazing at me with a smile.

Kiro: Though the question seems to be simple... I'm still curious about Miss Chips' answer.

MC: That's quite the coincidence. I'm also curious about your answer.

We tacitly smile at each other, pick up the pen and paper on the table and sit down.

MC: So let's each write our own and then exchange them?

He responds with a smile and starts to write. I also unfold the white paper and think about the similarities between us.

The afternoon sun fills the table with warmth, and for a while, it becomes so quiet that I am only able to hear the scratching of the tips of our pens across the paper.

After a while, I stop writing, and the chair next to me makes a slight scraping sound.

MC: Seems like we've written everything. Let's start from the first question.

Kiro: Okay, I'll go first!

Kiro: You and I have a lot in common, the most similar thing being that we are each other's favorite people.

MC: --Pfft! Your answer is also the first common thing I wrote down~

Seeing me poking at my letter paper, Kiro's eyes show a satisfied smile.

Kiro: As expected of us.

Kiro: My next answer is that we are also the people who make each other the happiest.

MC: No matter how late the other person is working over time, we will always leave a light on in the living room.

Kiro: We both love small animals, but Cello and Apple Box are always first in our hearts.

MC: We always have a strong sense of curiosity, and any of our adventurous ideas can be achieved invariably.

The sun moves slowly, and those words spoken out finally turn into brighter smiles on our faces.

After answering the first question, I lower my eyes and look at my letter paper.

MC: Actually, we have a lot of differences, but they all seem to complement each other.

MC: Since you're a master gamer, no complex level is difficult enough to beat you.

MC: Without you there to teach me, I would have been forever stuck in one place, unable to enjoy the total fun.

I look at the person in front of me as if the past has arrived with its answer, embracing me like the bright sun.

Kiro: Then you are a master producer. No matter how complicated the set is, you can make it orderly.

MC: You always know what you want most and you never compromise.

Kiro: My Miss Chips is also very strong. Nothing can "defeat" you.

We look into each other's eyes and say those extremely sincere words.

Then, my eyes stop at the last line of the letter and I fold it with a smile.

MC: Although we have many similarities and differences, there is one thing that I'm very sure of.

MC: You have always been braver than me, and kinder than me.

MC: You always allow me to see the brightest and gentlest side of the world.

MC: Therefore, I can feel very clearly that every day, every minute and every second of these six years--

MC: Being with you has been such a fortunate and happy thing. I think the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life--

MC: Has been meeting you.

I quietly look at the person in front of me, the one who loves me the most, hoping that my sincerity can be conveyed to him a thousand times more through words.

Kiro: [inhaling a shaky breath and exhaling softly] .....

The sunlight outside the window seems to freeze in this moment, quietly falling into Kiro's blue eyes.

He stands up, walks over to me, squats down, encloses his palms on the back of my hands and smiles brightly.

Kiro: When you say that, I can't help but wonder how good I must seem in your eyes... to be worthy of your description.

MC: Then you can use all kinds of exaggerated imagination, because nothing can be as good as you are.

MC: The ordinary sunshine, and those flowers and sceneries all shine after you appear.

MC: You make me feel that this world is wonderful because you are in it.

I lower my head and gently hold his palm.

MC: So, even if this journey ends, can you continue to hold my hand like this every day from now on...?

MC: Walk with me through everything in the world, and never let go.

MC: Okay?

Before he can say anything, a "ding" sound comes from the door, which seems to indicate that the cake has been baked.

Footsteps come from outside, but right at that moment, Kiro picks me up by the waist and hides us among the lush green branches and leaves that were behind us.

The next second, he gently kisses me.

The green leaves covering the top of our heads sway gently in the wind, dancing with shadowy golden light spots.

Teacher: Guests, the cake you baked - hey, where have they gone?

The sound coming from the door has long since turned blurry. What is clear to me is his soft breathing.

For some reason, I keep feeling like I have tasted the sweetest bite even before eating the cake.

He seems to think so too as the honey-eating bear in front of me has already raised the corners of his lips.

Kiro: Before I answer your question, I don't want anyone interrupting us.

He presses close to my lips, his azure eyes more dazzling than anything else.

Kiro: But I have just told you with practical actions.

Kiro: No matter how many years pass, no matter how many sceneries and how much of happiness you will pass by with me in the future.

Kiro: The sweetest one will always be the one I give to you.

Kiro: So, look forward to it.

Part 2: Coming soon

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 13

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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I look confused at the, still closed, tattoo studio. Usually, Mark is always here first -for no reason at all, he just likes being the first one to set everything ready. The only time he isn't here before the opening time is when he isn't coming for sure.

And I'm afraid that's what's going to happen today.

I check my phone, in case I've missed a call or a text from him, which is indeed what happened when I see his name with fourteen unread texts and three missing calls. And when I try to find out why I haven't heard it, I realize my phone has been on silent all this time -honestly, it's been on silent since I first got it, so it isn't really a surprise. I need to get rid of that habit.

When I check what he wanted to tell me, I see that he won't be coming today because he has a medical appointment. Nothing too serious.

I get inside, and start checking everything. First of all, and the most important, the number of clients I'll have today -for now. It seems like they'll be only a girl in the morning -I remember her, she came here one month ago and got an appointment earlier because I found her cute.

I'm sure she'll be annoying as fuck today only because of that.

While I'm checking my phone, I also see I have two unread texts from Y/n. And it's probably about last night.

Cocktease: You left your jacket at home

Cocktease: Hope you know you don't have to run away like a thief every time you're here.

I chuckle at her text, ever since we started, we haven't done much other than making out and maybe being a little touchy in the process, but I always try to stop before it goes further. Not because of her, but because I don't want to feel like she's rushing things.

Me: Bring it to the studio around eleven. I'm on my own.

Five minutes later after that text, I hear the door opening and that blonde showing up with a short skirt and a bright smile on her face as she walks to the counter.

—It's not open yet.

—Oh, really? —she bites her lip— I wanted to be early. Guess I'm too early.

But she never suggests leaving the studio and returning when it's the opening time. She just stands there, waiting for me to tell her something. Holding back a huff, I finally allow her to get in one of the rooms, so she can get ready before I start working on her tattoo.

Once I have the sticker, to follow the lines of her big tattoo, I join her inside the room, finding her lying on the chair, with her skirt a bit lifted up so I can work on her thigh.

—I need to get the machine ready —I warn her.

—It's alright —she shrugs.

Pressing my lips together, I walk over the tattoo machine, preparing the inks of different colors, the original drawing with all the colors she wanted, and everything else I will need during the process.

After I've asked her where exactly she'd want the tattoo to be placed, she redirects my hand a bit higher and takes more time than she should to let go of my fingers when I'm finally where she wants me to be.

Working on this one is hell. First of all, she tries to start some small talk that annoys me more than it should. She's just asking random questions to keep a conversation going, when I've already shown I don't want to keep the conversation going. She also keeps moving constantly, which forces me to call her out and hold her thigh to keep her still. And the worst of it all, she "accidentally" lifts her skirt enough to show me she's wearing no panties.

For fuck's sake.

Either way, I try to be as professional as I can, ignoring all of this is even happening so I can finish the tattoo as soon as possible.

And two hours later, it's finally done. My heart skips a beat, and I can't help but smile when I see that Y/n is standing next to the crystal shelves -filled with piercings- as she holds tight to my leather jacket.

That floral top she's wearing today looks amazing on her.

I rush to place myself behind the counter, so I can get rid of my customer and be alone with Y/n as soon as possible. But, of course, she won't leave the studio without trying to hit on me again.

—Do you have plans for tonight? —she casually mentions.

I still see Y/n rolling her eyes at that question, as she starts looking away from the both of us.

—My roommate is away for the... —I try to cut her off before she finishes the sentence, but someone talks before I do.

—You left your jacket at my place last night —Y/n stands next to her—. I only came to give it to you.

Leaving the jacket on the counter, I can see she's attempting to leave, but I stop her before she's even able to take one step towards the door.

—You can stay a bit —I let her know—. I'll finish up fast.

And just like that, the flirty smile turns into a serious expression that avoids any type of eye contact with me, before she almost runs away from the studio when I hand her the ticket.

—Why do you want me to stay? —Y/n finally asks when we're alone— You have work to do.

—I don't have any customers until three —I shrug.

She nods and looks away. And, with that, a loud silence surrounds us before I try to think about something we could talk about right now.

The deal.

—Did you do what I told you last night?

—Thinking about my past? —she crosses her arms over her chest— Sure, but do you want us to talk about that right now? —I see her frowning.

—Why not? —I lead her to the room where I work.

Giving me a tiny smile, she nods and walks to the door I pointed to. Walking behind her, I can see her head moving in different directions as she tries to get a glimpse of every small detail in my workplace, until she finally stands next to the tattoo chair.

I know she'll be nervous to talk about that if I'm only looking at her, so after sitting on my chair, I move to the little desk in the corner to work on the designs I have to do this afternoon.

—I had strict parents —she starts—. I rarely was allowed to leave the house, and sneaking away was impossible. It was a fucking bunker —she excuses herself—. I remember at some point they even installed a locator app on my phone when I got the first one at fourteen. And, trust me, dealing with the consequences of deactivating it was way worse than doing what I was told.

—Shit.

And I thought my parents were strict... Why would they do something like that?

—What about in school?

Even if you're controlled in your house, kids spend at least seven hours in school. There are a lot of things you can do around that time.

—Hmm —she finally sits on the tattoo chair—. In school I was too focused on my studies —she shrugs—. I had pretty good grades I had to maintain.

—Good grades and you ended up doing Fine Arts?

—You also did Fine Arts.

—How do you know? —but it doesn't take me too long to know how she got that information— Never mind. Soo —I lead the conversation back to its original topic—. What I meant is: I was a donkey in high school, but you were good at it. People that are good at studying usually go for... other types of degrees.

—Well, having the ability isn't the same as liking neither of those degrees or careers.

—You moved to New York for college, right? —I arch my eyebrows.

She, at first, looks confused by that statement, but she finally nods.

—Let's say I didn't really have the chance.

—You made no friends in college?

—My grandma paid for my studies, so I started working to pay her back. When people were doing extracurriculars or going to parties, I was heading to a call center to do the night shifts nobody wanted to do.

—And in class? —I insist.

—I didn't really feel like talking to anyone —her voice trembles slightly.

It seems like this conversation has brought her down, rather than lighting up her mood or trying to find a solution.

I wasn't lying when I said I was a donkey.

—Guys didn't try to make moves on you either? —she shakes her head— You probably scared them away with that bitch resting face —I joke, trying to bring the vibes of the conversation to our original dynamic— Yes! That one.

—You're an asshole.

—Thank you —I get up from my chair.

While I'm saving the drawing back to the paper folder, I hear her voice curiously saying:

—I thought tattoo artists used tablets for that.

—I rather work on paper.

I tried to work on Mark's iPad not long ago, and it ended awfully. Designs were mixed, if not deleted, and we both had to redo a lot of things. That's why I try to keep my hands away from that work.

—So? —she lifts her eyebrows— What was all that interrogatory for?

—I don't know —I shrug—. I was curious. Maybe it could be of use in the future.

That way, I can also know how social she used to be or what her friendship dynamics were as she grew up. But it's more difficult knowing I have no base, and nothing to work on right now. She's like a blank canvas.

—And why did we meet here? We could've met up at my place.

—We've met at your place the other times —I move closer to her, after I've sat back on my chair.

—Then yours.

I haven't taken a girl home since I broke up with Leslie. It might seem crazy and dumb, but I think it'd be disrespectful to my own peace to bring someone I barely know to my safe place. I know Y/n isn't a random hook up, and maybe that's what makes me step back the most when it comes to taking her to my home. It'd mean to be a little more vulnerable in front of her. And I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.

—What? —she laughs— You have dead bodies in your freezer?

—No —I lean closer to her—. I don't feel comfortable bringing people over.

I take advantage of her opening her lips to speak again to kiss her slowly, sucking on her lower lip as if it were the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Landing a hand on her thigh, I feel her moving her head back to break the kiss.

—And I don't feel comfortable with whatever you're planning to do here —she murmurs, with her eyes still closed—. Don't make me kick your motorbike again.

—Gotcha —that comment made me smile on her lips—. But I want to keep kissing you.

And she doesn't oppose that, Y/n pulls me closer by wrapping her fingers around my neck. And I'm sure I could do this for hours if I were able to. She's too addictive.

—Do you have plans for tonight?

—I'm meeting up with the girls —I unconsciously start drawing circles on her knee, over her jeans.

—Girls' night? —she nods— That's nice.

—Yeah... —she moves her eyes away from me— It's a bit weird for me still. You know, having a group of friends to hang out with. But I like it. It's nice

And it's great she's feeling like this for the first time. I know Soo, Tam and Mel can be a bit intimidating at first, because they have this close clique vibe when you first meet them, but they three only have good intentions when it comes to Y/n. And I can tell why. She's someone that certainly can protect herself perfectly fine, but at the same time, she needs protection and a lot of support when it comes to her social life. And the fact that she's working on it this way is amazing.

—What? —she asks, when she's aware of the look I'm giving her.

—Nothing —I shrug, moving away to stand up and get some distance between us—. Have fun tonight —I tell her—, and maybe try to meet someone. Or, at least, don't use that insecure control freak personality if a guy reaches out to you. Fake it 'till you make it.

—I'll do my best —she gets up as well.

Try to meet someone, but it'd be better if you don't... I'm a big asshole for even thinking that.

[shadowredfeline]

Here's something that I got for my year.

I got myself a bunch of high tech items like Bluetooth JVC Earbuds since my mom uses those a lot every time she worked out. And I haven't used Earbuds in like forever since I used to use them back in 2017 or 2018, but then I got a rubber thing stuck in my ear and now I decided not to use them again and stuck with using Bluetooth headphones. And it's nice I might give the earbuds another chance. And speaking of headphones, I also got Super bass brand Wireless headphones which uses Memory card support and folds up. At least I can use headphones and earbuds like if I were to use these for anytime something is up like if my batteries are dying and wanted to be charged, I can use the other one. It'll make things a lot easier. Next I got Bluey stickers which I can use for anything I can place them on just like with my hydro water bottle. And I got myself an iPad which is the first time I got my own Apple Brand device since my family always uses Apple Brand stuff like iPhones and uses Facetime a lot. And not only I got an iPad, I also got this apple stylus which it can work with anytime I want to draw, which makes things a hell of a lot easier for me next time I want to draw something besides my Switch. And I also got a Persona 5 theme stand case which I can use for my iPad and that might come handy if I want to watch anything good or anytime I want to draw or do something with it or play a game.

Next I got myself a GameStop Gift card that has 22 bucks in it which I got from my friend from Social Club and thanks to him, I can combine my GameStop Gift Card I won from the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe that I completed a few months ago. Despite the fact that it is fun finishing 2nd. I place 2nd place a lot every time I play Mario Kart. And finally I got Zelda Tears of the Kingdom for Nintendo Switch. I always wanted to get this game since I know Nintendo wanted to set this game at a higher price just once. But I'm sure they'll not do that again unless they can set that for a Bundle. Because 70 is a hell of a lot of money. And for Honorable Mention, the game I was gonna get but it's not coming yet, it's a game called Wild Hearts which is for the PlayStation 5, I thought I want to give the game a shot since I like these cool animals and thanks to my A-Pal on the drawing he did of one which is extremely cute. But it sucks Target gets like so many messages saying it's coming the next day and the day after which it gets really annoying! I hate when companies like to trick me with messages of when something I get comes from the mail from another place. But I'm sure I'll get the game soon somehow. Anyways, I'll give this stuff a shot. And I like the stuff I got. They look pretty cool.

People I tagged @bryan360 @murumokirby360 and @rafacaz4lisam2k4

[starrbar]

Isn't it funny how when rad-antis do their cute little "PSA" thing, and their target tries to defend/explain themself, the ones doing the callouts take common, true, scientifically-backed statements and call them "red flags"?

I've seen so many posts going "Oh god guys, we'd better watch out for this dangerous person. 😨" and their evidence is just a screenshot of the "Fiction doesn't equal reality" bullet on their profile/Carrd, or a similar statement in a rebuttal against claims that they're a Literal Child Rapist™ because of their Pixiv bookmarks.

Like, "how DARE you say the most obvious response to the garbage I'm spewing that's been debunked time and time again?" Next, they'll be saying that citing doctors and professionals to back up their points is a "red flag". xD (I don't remember the exact wordings, but I 99% sure I've actually seen one of them say something like that.)

And okay... to play devil's advocate, this makes sense when you consider, for example, how phrases like "free speech" and "anti censorship" mean very different things coming from a Conservative vs. a Progressive, and those are also simple concepts that I think should be supported for their true meanings, but it still looks quite ridiculous when you start saying that phrases like "anti-harassment" and "fiction ≠ reality 1:1" are "proship dogwhistles", as if there is no context in which those statements have any merit.

(and then I started ranting)

❝ No, of course, only CHILD PREDATORS think that abusing and bullying people is wrong, because the ONLY time anybody ever gets bullied is when they've done something to DESERVE it, right?? There are no people on this earth who hurt innocents. Justice is always served. Therefore, "anti-harassment" is a pro-abuser stance! ❞ /s

❝ And obviously "fiction ≠ reality" is always code for "I just really like Stonetoss comics and drawing porn of child actors, but those are just pictures, so they don't mean anything!" It's definitely not like many people who make the former statement would immediately recoil in disgust and block anyone who uses it that way. Nah, we're all just secret predators who formed a club where we worship sexual abuse and bigotry. ❞ /sss

See, that, up there, is why I've started specifically referring to "radical antis" because they ACTUALLY embody these extreme stances, and they have repeatedly blown my mind with how exaggerated they can be, but they're 100% serious.

If you're an anti and the above obnoxious strawman doesn't apply to you, you may very well be just fine. But I'm really just tired of essentialist dickheads spear-heading one harassment campaign after another in the name of "reducing harm", and sadly those people take your genuine beliefs and warp them to create those situations.

I'm sorry you have to be associated with them tbh! /gen

I genuinely don't know how things ended up like this, but unfortunately there are people with genuine, valid concerns about fiction's affect on reality who aren't being taken seriously because a bunch of abusers take those concerns and mangle them until they're unrecognizable, probably on purpose so they can justify torturing other people for fun.

Sad day for survivors all across the board, huh? :/

[azurezra]

man. today has been, something. started off by queuing up some TMR songs. that was. fun. ended up searching for the SEED song lyrics in an attempt to karaoke like the old days. and ended up stumbling upon the name of an old LJ friend in the translation credits, ah,hahahahaa...hah. (;_; )

somehow or other i next decided to check if 平川地一丁目 was on spotify and uh, gee, two separate artist pages. "Hirakawachiitchome" and "Hirakawachi 1Chome"... weird. one had their early stuff, the other was 3 2020's releases... i d k. made a playlist because i still do not fully comprehend HOW TF to use this godawful app. soon enough noticed how tHE ONE. WHOLE. UNAVAILABLE SONG. 「君のくつ」 i immediately recognised the title it was one of the FIRST I EVER HEARD, and thus SURELY the MOST nostalgic and... goddamn.

cue an attempt to listen to it ELSEWHERE? youtube just showed me. a cover. o-ohhh but it WAS, *VERY* nostalgic!!! but NOT THEM. so, i tried another site. it was a *japanese* lyrics site. it actually had a link. to a youtube video. region block. of. course. ........so, my DUMB ASS has just never bothered with a vpn in all these years (used to use proxies on occasion, but...) —so i did not have one handy!! but after NOT TOO MUCH STRUGGLE, i found a jp one (and the site actually seemed familiar? h-huh...) AND GOT IT TO WORK

AND LISTENED TO THE SONG!!! HELL YEAH, NOSTALGIA

....and then the eventual emotional crash. sigh.

i didn't even listen to the pl yet or discover any other songs i used to know, great! and nvm the idea to try to d/l the song cos even tho i HAD it, who knows, now? but ofc MY vpn didn't do jack shit for the mp3 converter websites accessing it from hell knows where. and again. i'm too dumb, to solve, these fucking issues!!

...

so then there was yesterday's shit. the power got shut off by 11am, curtailing my original plans for TMR. unable to even do chores, and lacking ANY offline activities or crafts in this hellhole, i ended up... reading —INITIALLY ONE. and then, ONE BY ONE— ALL, of my, ancient ass, OC writings. the ones i made like a single file each for, thought about in bed for days/weeks until the next ""idée fixe"" took over, but then eventually neglected in favour of my "top 3"...

well there was ACTUALLY some good/cute stuff. a LOT of cringe stuff. shameless asides laughing at my own cringe-but-free writing ability. peppered here & there with many an ancient ass meme phrase i hadn't heard in a decade+

and ofc, far too much, incomplete scenes, suddenly stopped, SOMETIMES NOTED with, "i'll write that later" and then i never. did. (and yet i KNOW there were more scenes??? so it was. thought up in bed. and never typed up....) (;_; )

well that was FUN. ...until the crash. from the high. and the power was still off ofc. *power eventually paid & resolved by 7pm* BUT. the damage was already done.

brain now overloaded with "freshly unearthed" thoughts about ALL of my OCs, not just my top 3 stories.... oh, god.

a-and THEN i started wondering how they looked? i.e. my pathetic maplestory sprites created in bannedstory (rip in pieces)

and so i. eventually dug into my dropbox. o-oh god. SOME ARE. SOOOOOOOOCUTE. SOME ARE. SO ugly. l-lol. cry. "they'll look better when i finally draw them! these are just design drafts!" .......CRYYYYYY.

and NOW i'm plagued by thoughts of posting them, but even MORE tormented by:

a.) not being to edit or adjust any!!! fucking pixels!! on ipad!!

b.) even CROPPING the massive "collages" is a HUGE PAIN on the ipad???

c.) there are multiple versions, across different images, made at different times— and SOME charas look better in one, while others look better in another?!? MORE CUT PASTE CROP EDIT HELL

...nvm all these .bsproj files that can no longer be accessed or loaded up and edited and.... cries. GOD I BET EVEN IF ANY SUCCESSOR APP TRIED TO IMPLEMENT THEM, THEY'D LACK THE ABILITY TO READ THE COLOUR ADJUSTMENTS I TOOK ENTIRELY TOO MUCH ADVANTAGE OF a-and then if i loaded 'em up. HORRID, AWFUL ORANGE HAIR THAT I HAD DESATURATED TO SOME SEMBLANCE OF "SILVER", OR GREEN EYES HUE SHIFTED TO TEAL OR, OR, OR—

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 064 Wig Snatched (SSM 53-58, SSM Ann 3) P2

MASTERPOST

In this post...

Two bitchslaps!

We're reading Spectacular Spider-Man 58, then Annual 3 in this post!

John Byrne... Are you trying to make Slim!Peter happen? In which case, congrats, your version has become the most common and I hate you.

Anyway, it's a new semester!

What in the Steve Ditko is this Peter face?

Anyway... Ah yes, Greg Salinger... Or, as I shall call him, Flash Light. We've got 2 Gwens, 1 Flash... What a great cast.

Anyway, in the Tinkerer's old lair...

Alright, sure. The Ringer quickly gets beaten up by another bad guy...

Meanwhile, at ESU, Peter's about to get into another unethical relationship with a student...

"Intense", he says while barely able to stand on his feet.

The trial of Steve Hopkins v. ESU hath begun...

The verdict? Guilty.

The punishment?

Good for her! She slays, I have to say.

Peter asks Debra to join him that night at Benihana (which I know from One Day At a Time). He says there was a terrible misunderstanding and he's "hate for it to interfere with [their] friendship". Their "friendship"?????? What kind of mixed signals are you giving, Peter?

And she accepts.

WHERE ARE YOUR THIGHS, PETER?!

On his way to Benihana, Spidey has a quick encounter with a reluctant Ringer (who's actually being manipulated by the other villain).

At the restaurant, Peter and Debra finally resolve their misunderstandings. Debra says she'd like to continue their conversation, and Peter tells her to find him at his apartment half an hour later. I thought for a moment he would miss the obvious implication that she wanted to peg him, but thankfully, he didn't.

Uh-oh. Something tells me Peter's not gonna be in the mood to get pegged anymore.

Except only the belt itself explodes. Our Ringer is fine, and quickly delivered to the police.

I'm not sure they'll talk much.

The secret villain was... the Beetle! And the belt actually gave him informations to beat Spidey. Hm, sure.

Anyway, onto Annual 3!

Man-Wolf's being a bit chaotic in town.

I'm glad we finally keep going with this plot thread.

The two characters fight for a bit, then Man-Wolf flees and returns to Kritine, his girlfriend, who faints when she discovers he wasn't dead.

Peter being kind of bitchy at the Bugle (good for him).

Jameson's understandably shocked that his son might be alive.

Spidey crashes into Kristine's window.

I'm NOT going to read that. But wasn't he an illusion anyway?

Anyway, Jameson gets there too, and they all go together to see Curt Connors. Things don't work out so well.

That middle drawing... is... a thing.

After bitchslapping his father twice, John finally gets rid of the Moonstone. Yay!

After the story, we see May's photo album. That's cuuute.

Yeah I'm sure he was just... fiddling with the device.

Red shirt!!!!!!!!!

Lovely callbacks <3

We also see plans of Peter's office, which is neat, and a quick introduction of who's whom!

They're finally starting to feel realized! Phil doesn't look very Asian here though...

This is cute! And yeah, I finally "get" these characters. That's nice! We met them around ASM 196, but I feel like it's been much longer. SSM doesn't help.

Next, we get "Spider-Man's Most Famous Foes", as in... Morbius (alright), the Gibbon (what?!), Jonas Harrow (this really is another era...) and Hammerhead (OK). What a peculiar gallery.

At least I know I'm not alone.

[ryanlockheart]

sydney's time at spellman university had been fairly boring. he was nearly done with his bachelor's degree in marketing, but he wasn't exactly passionate about it. if anything, he'd just gone to college to appease his parents and to make himself not feel like a total fuck-up compared to his older brother. sydney wasn't expecting to find the love of his life on campus, let alone in the sigma chi frat house... but maddox was captivating, and sydney was under his spell. he was lovesick, desperate, needy for his touch — and he was getting it. "good 'cause i think i'd combust if i didn't get your dick for a week. see how addicted i already am, daddy?" sydney questioned with a little giggle. his face nuzzled in maddox's neck, breathing him in once again. he was addicted to that manly essence, to the musk. it was pure bliss, and it was all his. "even if my dimples didn't work, i think i could just wiggle my toes in front of your face, and you'd forget all about it. and don't think i won't use that to my advantage," sydney teased. "'m gonna get away with murder with you, and all i'm gonna have to do is make sure my feet are all sweaty and gross — which won't be a problem — cause my daddy's a little footslut." sydney and maddox were everything all at once. they could be soft and sweet one second, and the next maddox could be spitting in his mouth and calling him a dirty slut good for nothing but taking cock... and never once would sydney doubt for a second that maddox's love was wavering. they could be contradictory and messy, but the love would always be there. "noted. i mean, i like getting my way, so it'll be real easy to pout 'til i get my way," sydney chuckled. "it doesn't take much, daddy. 's not just your feet, y'know? 's just you, how you smell. could spend forever breathing you in. been doin' it this whole time, 'n' 'm rock hard. been thinkin' about —" his train of thought was severed the second maddox's digit prodded deeper, just enough to draw out a whine from sydney's throat. he could barely think, barely heard what maddox was saying to him. he was just trying his best to push back on maddox's finger, to get more friction. "h-huh? what're we talkin' about?" sydney blurted out. "o-oh... i was gonna try to, but couldn't help myself... i can make you work for it th-though. i know how to get you all whiny and needy now, daddy. d-don't you forget it."

"'d look so cute and sweet — crop top, pink little skirt that doesn't cover shit, socks to match. maybe a little g-string too, or maybe i'll go commando," sydney hummed. "i wouldn't give a shit. i'd be too lost in your feet. i'd just be there slobbering all over them like a fuckin' slut. i'd tell them how great they smelled, how great they tasted. wouldn't stop talkin' about it. they'd be so hard they'd want their own taste, but i'd never let 'em 'cause they're mine. 'd only pay them attention if you told me to. 'd shake my ass like a good girl, maybe stick a few fingers in my pussy, but that'd only be if my daddy was feelin' extra nice to 'em." their journey was unconventional, that was for sure, but sydney wouldn't have changed it. he didn't care if the first time he touched maddox was in front of a crowded room of staring eyes. maddox was it for him, and maybe that was naïve of sydney... but he wasn't dumb. he could feel the connection was going to last a lifetime. "'s exactly what i wanted. boys're gonna be beating down your door to get a chance to share this pussy with you. all those dickheads who treated you like shit? they'll be fuckin' bowing at your fee for your baby girl's pussy," sydney gasped out. maybe his fantasies were a bit unhinged, but he didn't care. as long as maddox was behind him, that was the only thing that mattered. he wanted to keep his daddy happy, and luckily, getting slutted out was one way to do just that. "'s cute you think i won't go back for seconds. i'd be so horny for their feet, i wouldn't have any other choice. hell, i'd probably beg you to fuck a few. you think they'd let me?" sydney questioned with a little smirk. "i wanna guzzle it one by one. i wanna be so full of piss that i don't know what to do. 'cause your team deserves someone who's gonna appreciate every little bit of them." he was just going on and on, and nothing was going to slow him down — except maybe a dirty sock in the mouth, and even then, he'd probably moan like a bitch in heat. "i'll pull out all the stops for him, daddy. treat him real special, bat my lashes, pout my lashes, grind up against his cock," sydney elaborated. "and once i'm down on my knees throating his cock like it's the last thing i'll ever fuckin' do, you'll come in and show him how to use my pussy. you'll get captain right then and there... and then you two are gonna tear up my little cunt. i'll let you both pound me away 'til the fuckin' sun comes up. i'll worship your sweaty bodies too, go nuts on your feet and pits... and god, i'll fuckin' beg for your piss like it's water. i'll make myself the most pathetic little cumdump for you and your coach... just wait. and i'll need from it is a good hour or two whiffing both of your shoes." he was cock was leaking just thinking about it, and he was already practically drooling. "you like that i can't get enough cock. you love knowin' you fuckin' own the sigma chi cumdump," sydney whispered against maddox's ear. "i love it, daddy. that's my true calling, being a fucking slut for cock. i'll let anyone my daddy wants have a go at this pussy."

"that's exactly it, daddy. you should've fuckin' waltzed right in here and fuckin' made me your bitch, flexed for the boys. i mean, you could've just pissed all over me that first day, and i would've said thank you. they never would've doubted you for a second. never would've had to go through all that hazing," sydney breathed out. he loved that maddox was embracing this side of himself. he knew that maddox was reserved and drawn-back, but you never would've guessed it from the sight unfolding in the middle of that frat house party. maddox was truly making his mark — and making sydney his bitch. "yessir. no more rules," sydney breathed out. "i'll beg your boys a little, but i know 'm gonna get what i want. 'm gonna be so good for you, daddy. want you to be amazed at all the dirty shit i can do." his chest was rising and falling practically at the speed of light, but he didn't give a shit. the adrenaline in his veins made him feel like he was on top of the world. "and i'll let 'em. i'll fuckin' beg them just to get a taste of their cock. they'll never be able to say no," sydney started. "i'd be so fuckin' gooned out. bent over a desk while you two fuckin' tear open this pussy and a fuckin' shoe to get off on? i'd fuckin' nut so fast. you'd never hear the end of how good it smelled. i'd probably get so overwhelmed i'd piss all over the place... 'd only let you take the other one if i got to bust a load in there first. would you just lick it right up, daddy?" sydney didn't know where all the filth was coming from, but god, it felt so good to just let it all flow free. he didn't worry about what anyone would think or say. he just let himself embrace all the sordid, nasty things he was thinking about anyways. "oh, i have. i just like hearing you say it, daddy," sydney mewled out, his fingers stroking against maddox's bare skin. he knew maddox would get weak in the knees just at the thought of his feet and dirty socks... and sydney loved using that to his advantage. he was practically beaming at the thought of maddox going buck wild on his feet. "you wanna show my teammates how big a slut you are for my feet?" sydney giggled. "i'll let you, daddy. who knows? you might get so gooned out you wanna sniff their feet too. but your baby girl's'll always be your favorites, won't they? are you a footslut or just my footslut, daddy?"

of course, sydney would've been perfectly content to just being a good little bottom for maddox, but he loved that maddox was opening himself up to exploring new depths of himself. he was happy to hold his hand along the way as much as maddox needed, and if he ultimately decided he never wanted to do it again, sydney would oblige. but he seemed to be into the idea, and sydney was going to see how far he could push it without maddox giving him pushback. "i'll make sure, baby. i'll make sure they're practically fuckin' dripping for you — nothing but the best," sydney assured him. "oh, i'm gonna film you. i'm gonna make you fucking my shoe while i'm fuckin' pissin' all over you. and then when 's all over, i'm gonna shove your face in the other shoe, and i'm gonna pound you into another life. you'll never know what hit you, baby." those hazel eyes peering down at him felt like heaven. he never felt more sexy than when maddox was looking at him. maddox was only inflating his ego the more he went on about all the things he'd let him do to him. it was pure heaven. sydney was debating whether or not it was a dream. he leaned up to press a gentle kiss to maddox's lips. "hmm, not exactly. i mean, if you wanted me to fuck you earlier, i would've said absolutely... but i had an inkling you wanted to wreck me. you looked like a pussy destroyer," sydney said with a little chuckle. "oh, you're giving me ideas, baby boy. i'm sure he'd be thrilled to get an eager slut on his feet. you been thinkin' about his too, hm? slightly jealous, but i'm not gonna fault you either 'cause i've done the same too." his fingers tangled in maddox's brown curls, tugging gently. he'd never been happier than he was in that very moment. "you better get ready, daddy. 'cause that's what's gonna happen tomorrow. 'm gonna be breeding that little cunt all night long. you're gonna love it so much. you'll have my feet, my socks, my shoes — they'll all be yours to use however you want, 's long as i get that sweet little pussy," sydney groaned. he was seeing maddox in a new light. he wasn't just some tough guy. there was a lot of depth to him, and sydney couldn't want to figure him out. he wanted to learn every secret he'd ever held, to hear every fantasy he'd thought up, to know all of his favorite childhood stories... he wanted everything with maddox. "oh, you know it, daddy. bein' the first person to get open that pussy up? jesus. i'll be bustin' so quick... but i'll be goin' rounds and rounds with you. runner's stamina," sydney assured him with a smirk. "that sounds like the dream, baby. i just know that pussy'd make me goon harder than i ever have before. i could prolly cum just from eating you like there's no tomorrow 'specially if you're pissin' all over me. jesus christ."

sydney was doing his best to keep himself grounded, to not get carried off to another realm from the musk and the ruthless rhythm maddox had developed. his mind was already hazy from the pleasure — he'd came but the two freshmen at his cock were relentless. that, coupled with ace and benji's sweaty feet, had him already ready to cum a second time. 'bro, he's fuckin' him up. looks like that pussy's fuckin' so good he can't even think about anything else. you ready to get a taste of that shit, benji?" ace was joining in on the fun too. he was breaking out of his shell. he was probably one of the more natural fits in sigma chi, and he'd gotten along pretty well with maddox off the bat. but he never imagined he'd be sharing a senior's tongue with benji while maddox pounded away at him... but he wouldn't have changed it for a thing. "was so fuckin' hot. wish i'd've fuckin' got more of your piss in me," sydney managed to sputter out in between lurid, languid licks left along benji's sweaty soles. "fuck, fuck, fuck. i wanna nut in them so bad and i want you to make me eat it right out of it. i want you to fuckin' tell me how fuckin' filthy i am for it too. god, i'd fuckin' drink your piss outta of it too. oh my god," sydney whined. "tell me. tell me and my daddy all the filthy ways you wanted to put me to use. give us a reason to keep you comin' back for more. 'cause i'll fuckin' beg him to let you use me again, and he'll say yes." his cock twitched at the thought. he whined out some more, overwhelmed by maddox's brutal pace. he was dying to feel him fill him up with his seed, but sydney was being patient. he wanted to savor every moment of that night. 'yeah, bro. he wants us to fuck him and piss in him too. 's fuckin' weird, but it's kinda hot too. 'm not gonna say no. 's free pussy,' ace remarked. sydney could only nod in response, cock twitching in pleasure as the boys degraded him. it was the hottest thing he could've ever imagined. 'watch this shit,' the muscular man instructed benji and the rest of the freshmen, who all paused in their wake. ace nudged benji's foot off sydney's face and removed his own. he lurched forward and lodged a huge wad of spit right in the senior's mouth. his strong hand pushed his jaw close. 'now, swallow it, you stupid slut. fuckin' gross,' ace remarked. sydney swallowed it down just like he was told and moaned out... which only led to another wad of spit on his face that ace just smeared right in. 'we're just playin', just so you know, bro. if 's too much, we'll chill,' ace murmured close to sydney's ear, but the older male shrugged him off. "'s exactly right, daddy. not just socks though. i'll do jockstraps and boxers too, but socks are my specialty," the raven-haired male confirmed.

sydney turned his head to face the rest of his frat, eyes full of pure lust. he just grinned real big, even if with all the saliva on his face. "they're real fuckin' men. they deserve to be treated like kings. they're gonna rule this fuckin' house, so might as give them what they deserve: a good little slut to clean their sweaty feet," he explained. some other night, sydney might've begged maddox to let them join in, but he didn't care about servicing anyone but maddox and all his buddies. he had some shit to make up for after all. "want the whole frat to run a train on this fat ass. want to sit right here and clean every foot. and then i wanna drink all your piss, and i want you to fuckin' film it. i'm the fuckin' sigma chi cum dump," sydney announced proudly. "next party, you can fuckin' turn me out. charge people to bust their nut on me, in me, whatever. gloryhole or not, everyone'll know 's me anyway." the tip of maddox's cock was visible through sydney's abdomen, and it felt like heaven. maddox was so deep in him he couldn't anything back. his mind was all cross-wired from the pleasure, but he loved it. he wanted that euphoric feeling to last forever. "i'm a good girl! i was just so eager, wanted to give him a reason to fuck this pussy. even if it meant making him a little jealous," sydney explained. "i will, oh my god. i'll be need to huff at them all the time. i'll watch it back too and nut so many times... want you to keep comin' back 'til i've really made it up to you, benji. 'm sure my daddy wants that too." all of the piss pouring down on him, all of those sweaty men surrounding him, the musk and the feet — it was all too much to sydney, in the best way possible of course. he couldn't control himself, and just right after he'd busted his second load of the night, he was letting his own cock spurt out a stream of piss. it was wanton and wild, golden drops all over his chest and chin, though he'd swallowed down the majority of it all. his eyes were rolling into back of his head. he could've came just from that again, but he controlled himself. his nails dug into the sides of the coffeetable, keeping himself stable. 'gross, dude. you're really into all this. you really are a fuckin' cumdump. holy shit. can you believe this, benj? we're gonna tear this whore up, aren't we? maybe we should give him one of our shoes to huff while we do it since he's just the bitch for freshman,' ace remarked. sydney wasn't really even paying much attention, too mesmerized by maddox. he smirked, making eye contact with maddox. he wasn't ready to slow down — not anywhere near it. "i'm a greedy whore. you think that's all i need?" sydney questioned with a little chuckle. his own foot hovered over his nose, and he was so tempted to just go wild and lap it right up... but he didn't, not at first. "get your cameras ready, boys. you're gonna wanna remember this," sydney warned. "want you to park your ass on my face after i cum, daddy. think i've earned it." he gave in then. all it took was one good deep inhale of his own filthy sock, and he was a goner. his tongue grazed that already-damp fabric. his eyes rolled back into his head, his tongue hung from his mouth. his walls squeezed around maddox as a pathetic amount of cum dribbled from the tip of his cock... but that wasn't all, erractic spurts of piss flew from the tip of his cock, landing on himself and maddox both. "fuck, fuck, i'm squirting, daddy," sydney nearly wailed. "pl-please... please fill up this gooner pussy. breed it. ruin it. use me, daddy. please. i'm just your toy."

sydney was all that maddox could think about. he'd snuck his way into the boy's every thought and dream, making it impossible for maddox to do anything more than fantasize about the senior's tight body and sweaty feet all day long. it was a wonder that maddox got anything done with sydney taking up so much space in his mind, but he wouldn't have traded it for anything. for the first time in his life, maddox was falling in love — and it wasn't as terrifying as he once thought. "let's be real for a second, we both know that i find you to be too damn cute to really punish," maddox chuckled, grazing that adorable pout with the pad of his thumb. "you could take a video of me snoring and put it on a billboard for the world to see, and i'd still think you were the most precious little thing i've ever laid eyes on. those dimples can get you out of a lot of trouble." he sighed softly against sydney's lips, fingertips curling into his chocolate curls and massaging his scalp. maddox loved how easily they could switch between raw filth and pure adoration. it kept the younger boy on his toes, which was exactly what he needed — he was tired of the expected, of being bored with life, romance, and all in between. he needed someone who could hold his attention and keep things exciting, and he'd finally found that in sydney. "maybe that's exactly what i'm trying to do, angel," maddox said with a smirk. "like i said, i like when you're a brat. it makes getting you on your knees and gooning on my feet even better." his fingers kept playing with sydney's hole, teasing the taught rim before just barely sinking the tip inside. maddox could feel sydney's breath against his skin, tension lingering between the two of them. they were simply waiting, with bated breath, to see what the other would do next. "is that what you think you were doing tonight, princess? making me work for it?" maddox taunted. "you put on the sluttiest outfit you could find and came right down here looking for me. you cornered me and begged me to use your throat like a pocket pussy, and now you're being used as a fuckin' slut for the same guys who you were hazing a week ago. i don't have to work for it, baby... all i had to do was show up."

"they would be all over you, princess. i know you would put on the sluttiest little outfit for me, put that pretty cunt on display for me and the guys. you would be waving that pink, perfect pussy in their faces, and they'd be drooling all over you," maddox mused. "but you wouldn't pay them any mind, would you? unless they asked you how much you loved daddy's feet, then it would be impossible to shut you up. i've already seen what a little footslut you can be." sydney played right into maddox's weaknesses. he'd spent weeks being sigma chi's persona non grata, and now he had one of the frat's most popular seniors eating from his palm and promising to ignore everyone else just for him. "i think everyone can figure that out after tonight, babygirl... you've made a fuckin' mess of yourself just to worship my feet and guzzle my piss. there won't be a single person on campus who doesn't know you're my little slut," he replied, smug grin tugging at his lips. maddox wasn't used to being so uninhibited, but it was easy with sydney. he was letting go of years of repression, and all it had taken was sydney's flirtatious smirk and delectable curves. if he would have known that, perhaps he would have never objected to going to spellman in the first place. "you're gonna be so addicted to it, sweetheart. just imagine getting to spend every afternoon going back and forth between a bunch of sweaty feet... you'd get done with one and have ten more pairs to goon over. every last one of 'em would be drenched in sweat, in the filthiest pair of socks you've ever buried your nose in. and that's before we get you on your knees and use you as our urinal," maddox said, painting the dirty image in sydney's mind. "that's the perfect plan, angel. i'll let you go in his office by yourself at first. you can sit in his lap and give him a few kisses before you sink down to your knees and throat his cock, make him think he's all yours... i'll walk in, and he'll release he's gotta please me if he wants to use you again. we'll take turns fucking that slutty cunt all night, before we slip in there together and fill you with so much piss it'll make your belly bulge... maybe i'll even treat him to your feet." maddox could tell that sydney liked the idea, and he did too. the thought of using sydney's hole as a bargaining chip for his coach, his team, and his professors was insanely filthy, but it was going to live on in his head for days to come. they would have to make it a reality. "and i love being able to turn you into that little cockdumb whore. maybe that's fucked up, but it gets me so hard to think about you being a hole for every cock in the room," maddox admitted, though it was hard to imagine that sydney didn't already know. "daddy's gonna make it happen for you, princess. everyone's gonna watch you take three cocks tonight — three cocks wrecking you from the inside out, three loads breeding you full, three freshman filling you with hot piss. no one's gonna take you for anything more than a filthy slut after that, baby. you'll be talkin' to people, and all they'll be thinking is 'god, i wish he'd shut up and put those lips to use.' and you fucking love that, don't you?"

sydney hadn't left maddox's mind since the night they met. there was a constant loop of filthy fantasies going through his head, and the slutty senior was at the center of every single one. it was hard to say why maddox knew that sydney was perfect for him so early on, but the younger boy wasn't questioning it. "i should have, huh? i should have walked right up to you and used you in the middle of that party, let everyone know early on who was gonna run this house," maddox said teasingly. "that's exactly what you were made for, princess. you know what, baby? no more rules tonight. i want you to do and say whatever you want, show everyone here that you were made for taking cock and gooning off a bunch of hot, sweaty freshman. i want you to show these boys the time of their fucking life. i want you to let loose, and live out every dirty fantasy you've ever had. if there's something you want, you say it." maddox knew that he could have been opening himself up to trouble, but he didn't care. he could sense that there was more beneath the surface, that sydney had been fantasizing about letting a group of guys use him for their pleasure for a while. he wanted his boy to have exactly that, no qualms about it. "i think they'll be sold the second they see that ass, but they'll play hard to get. they're gonna wanna take you for a real spin, take out all their frustrations on your throat, on your cunt," maddox hummed. "do you know how hot that'd be? wrecking your pussy while you've got your face shoved into some teacher's sweaty fuckin' loafer? i'd want you to look back at me and tell me how much you love it, how good it smells... who knows? maybe i'd take the other one." maddox had found something in sydney that everyone else lacked. he had the looks, the charm, the charisma — but he also had spontaneity. there was nothing the older boy wouldn't do for maddox's pleasure, and the freshman was absolutely using that to his own advantage. "i'll always be on board to slut you out to a hot guy, angel. haven't you figured that out by now?" maddox chuckled. he was finding it hard to say no to anything sydney asked, but those sweaty feet were practically his kryptonite. all sydney had to do was say the word, and he'd be on his knees in an instant. "fuck, please? i wanna be your filthy footstool after every single practice, gooning to your sweaty fuckin' feet like i don't have a care in the world," maddox groaned, palming his hard cock at the thought "honestly? i don't. invite your friends, or your teammates, and let them see how weak i am for your feet. let me show them how filthy i like it."

maddox had always been a top, plain and simple. when he first started messing around with boys, he had no idea what he was getting himself into — but quickly, he learned that gay guys went crazy over a cocky, dominate 'straight' guy. that was the role he'd played ever since. sydney was teaching him that he didn't have to be one thing, that it didn't make him any less of a man to give into temptation. perhaps this side of himself had always existed, perhaps it was something that sydney had created himself. all maddox knew was that he was having more fun than ever, and it was all thanks to that flirty senior with the fat ass. "damp? no, i want 'em soaking wet," maddox corrected. "if you've got those sweaty feet in my face, i'm yours. i'll let you do whatever you want to me — if you wanna piss down my throat or film me while i fuck your sneaker, go right ahead. i'd barely be able to comprehend what's going on, i'd be gooning so fucking hard." as the older boy stroked his cheeks, they flushed deeper. he couldn't believe that he was letting his guard down so easily, but that was the effect sydney had on him. part of him was worried that he was giving his naivety away, that sydney would begin to see him as a kid instead of a man, but he let that go almost as soon as it had entered his head. sydney wanted him — not just the facade he put on. "i'm pretty, huh? this been your plan all along? butter me up and get me ready to own your cunt, just to flip the script and own mine instead?" maddox chuckled. "an hour ago, i would have said fuck no. but right now? i'm willing to do anything to get my mouth on those sweaty feet. if that means i gotta get down on my knees for fuckin' tyler, well... he feet are kinda hot, too." expressing himself freely was new for maddox, but he knew that sydney wouldn't judge him. "fuck, you're right... i'm a total fucking gooner for you, princess. all it would take is a sweaty sock and i'd be ready to spread this virgin pussy open on my baby's thick cock. if you give me a shoe to bury my face in while you fuck me, i might even call you daddy," he admitted. maddox had never seen this side of sydney before, but he loved it. it almost made the older boy seem more real, knowing that there was more than one side to him. "but let's not forget that you'd be just as addicted to my hole, princess. it's tight, pink, fuckin' hairless... you'd have so much fun turning it into a cunt, wouldn't you?" maddox smirked. "you'd love turning me out, princess. i'd let you be the first person to put this fat little ass to use, and you'd be obsessed with it. i'll give you thirty minutes with daddy's pussy and you'd be gooning on my hole, tongue hanging out of your mouth while you pound me 'til i'm busting hands-free and drenching you in my piss."

in their short time together, maddox had learned that sydney loved to put on a good show. he loved getting to see the older boy let his imagination roam free, nuzzling his face into sweaty freshman feet as his cock spurted hot cum all over his body. pleasure was written all over benji and ace's innocent faces as sydney worshipped them, cocks hard and leaking pre-cum with every swipe of the older boy's tongue. "looks like daddy's pre-occupied with your pussy," benji grinned, nodding to maddox. he was going wild for sydney's cunt, fucking into him with a pointed tongue before pulling back to admire his handiwork with drool dripping from his chin. "looks like you're all ours for right now, sydney... and fuck, let me tell you — pissing all over you was great, and watching you bust a nut over my sweaty feet was amazing. i mean... seriously, i'd been wearing those socks for over a week, and you loved them. those shoes are fucking years old, and you looked at them like you couldn't wait to stick your dick in them. but ever since you were bossing me around and making my life hell, i've been busting fat nuts to the thought of railing that tight senior cunt." he lifted his foot momentarily, just to chuckle at the older boy's sloppiness, before placing it firmly over sydney's entire face. benji was just like them, living out his filthiest fantasies and using sydney as his outlet. "there's plenty of time for that, slut... something tells me that, after tonight, you're gonna be begging your daddy to let you play with the freshmen again... you love our rank feet, and you're gonna love our cocks even more. we're gonna use your nasty cunt as the freshman cum dump... and from what i heard earlier, it sounds like you want us to fill it with piss, too? you're so fuckin' gross, sydney," benji said with a grin. maddox finally turned his attention to the scene playing out before him, and he could hardly believe the sight. sydney was being used as the perfect freshman footstool, and it looked like he was loving every second of it. "you hear that, boys? he wants the rankest, so fuckin' give it to him," maddox ordered. "matter of fact, from now on... when you're done with a sweaty pair of socks, drop 'em off at sydney's door. he'll make sure they get cleaned, but not before he busts load after load to the smell of your filthy feet. he's gonna be our live-in footslut... right, baby?"

"tell them, then. all your friends are right over there, and they're watching you give it up for a bunch of freshman feet... i'm sure they'd love to hear why you're so willing to bury your face in the nastiest fuckin' feet you've ever tasted," he said with a smirk, looking over at the gawking seniors. the only one missing was tyler, but surely he'd have something to say in the morning. they might be mad now, but maddox was sure they'd cheer up once he opened up sydney's services to them as well. "but, more importantly, why don't you tell them what you'd like them to do with you? 'cause if you're the filthy slut i know you are, i'm sure you would love the idea of letting your friends run a train on your fat ass. maybe if they're real nice, i'd let them... who knows? maybe we can open up a gloryhole at the next sigma chi party? let guys all over campus come and use my little whore. bet we'd make a pretty penny off of that." maddox could hardly focus on anything else, once he dipped his cock into sydney's wet heat. nothing but spit and sweat slicked the way for his thrusts, and maddox was addicted. to make matters even better, sydney's sweaty feet were on his face and clouding his mind. he wanted so desperately to rip those socks off and really get a taste, to feel those soft soles against his tongue... but he had to be patient. he wanted to wait until they were alone to really let himself go crazy. "you were just being a good boy, weren't you? it's not your fault that you see a soft, sweaty pair of feet and lose everything else in your brain," benji said teasingly, wiggling his toes against sydney's lips. "once your daddy see's how much you love our cocks stretching you out, i'm sure we can work something out. it won't be long before he's letting me into your senior suit to get your fix of my sweaty feet... after all, you'll be getting off to those sweaty socks i gave you all the time, won't you?" it was safe to say that benji was on a power trip, but maddox didn't mind. getting to see his baby slut himself out for other guys was hotter than he would have anticipated. maddox fucked sydney through his orgasm, lust-filled eyes watching his every move. even he was surprised by what happened next, and it seemed sydney was too. the enter room felt like it had been electrocuted with the energetic response he got from freshman, seniors, and everything in between. "i've got the best little bitch on my hands, ace. just wait 'til he's doing this on your cock," maddox replied, pounding into sydney's fat ass even harder. he was on the brink of his own release, but holding back until sydney was done swallowing his own piss. he pushed sydney's legs back as far as they could go, his sweaty feet on either side of their faces. "is that what you needed, slut? needed daddy's cock to fuck you up 'til you were using your own mouth as a fucking urinal?" maddox asked, hovering an inch above sydney's face. he pulled one of the senior's feet between them, lapping at his socked toes as his thrusts grew more erratic. "you're a little fuckin' whore, baby. everyone here knows it, and you still have more to show them. but before we can get your ass ruined by three freshman cocks, you've gotta earn daddy's next load. i want you to bust again, princess... don't care if all you've got left is piss, or if you're shooting blanks. goon on your own sweaty fucking feet, and let daddy fuck another load out of you... now."

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Secret carat anon here again :) Aw don't worry about it, hope it was a good kinda busy at least! My weekend was alright, just worked worked worked lol.

Honestly I completely agree, there's few other groups with discographies I can just listen to without skipping many songs! It's so impressive and definitely one of the reasons why I love them so much.

Ah wow it really has been a long time for you then! No wonder your content is so amazing, all those years of experience pay off I bet. And I love that you were inspired by other svt grfx makers to start making your own <3 There really are so many amazing talented creators in this fandom, I appreciate you guys so much.

I'm sorry to hear you feel that way about your grfx :( And I 100% disagree! Your creations always look so good! Your style is so gorgeous and unique and iconic and I just love everything you make so much. It's always easy to take your own accomplishments for granted but trust me that others are always amazed by what you share with us <3 And I hope you get some time to draw soon!

Omg yeah fallin' flower was truly impeccable, I really wish we got more like it. And I get what you mean about home;run! They're such musical theatre nerds that the concept for home;run made almost too much sense for them haha. I'm personally a sucker for darker concepts like fear, getting closer, and 24h and hope they'll try something like that again in the future :) A dark academia style like they had for the social club photobooks would be awesome too! Very sophisticated and sexy <3

Next round of questions: Do you own any albums? If so, which ones? If not, what are some you would love to own someday? Who are some of your favourite painters/artists? And since you often use flowers in your grfx: do you have a favourite flower?

hii! sorry it took me a bit to reply, my mom visited me for a few days so I was quite busy 😊 hope you had a great week!

thank you so much for all the compliments! 🧡 I really appreciate it!

hmmm I'm not a huge fan of dark concepts in general, fear is probably my least favourite concept they tried (still really cool though ahah), but I did loooove getting closer! the song is amazing and so is the choreo (probably one of my favourite as well)

I usually like dark concepts when they are a bit quirky (not sure if it's the right word ahah my brain can't think in english today), something like red velvet's peek-a-boo or really bad boy, or shinee's married to the music, you know? not sure if it would suit seventeen though ahah but yeah, I totally agree with the dark academia style! they should try something like that for a comeback

I do own a few albums. the first albums I bought were you made my day and you made my dawn (although I "lost" them when I moved back home after uni, they are probably in a box in my parents' basement), then I have two versions of heng:garae (basically destroyed them as you could create your own album, I cut all the pages and mixed them up and made collages with old magazines ahah), then I bought face the sun (carat version because it was super cute) and sector 17 (new beginning version because I'm a sucker for pretty men with flowers). also tmi, I always pull joshua's photocard ahah

I didn't buy the others because either I didn't like the design, the concept or there were too many versions and couldn't choose the one I wanted. however, I would like to own boys be (love the cover and the concept) and al1 (for sentimental reasons). also not an album, but I would like to buy their social club photobook, I decided too late that I wanted it and now I can't find it anywhere ahah

hmmm another hard question, I think my favourite painter is probably amedeo modigliani, there’s just something about his portraits that fascinates me. I also like impressionism in general, artists like monet, renoir, degas, cezanne, etc. last week I also went to an exhibition of niki de saint phalle and it was amazing, we have one of her sculptures in my hometown so I always felt quite attached to her work. I also adore the sculptures of alberto giacometti! and toulouse-lautrec as well, my parents have one of his sketches at home and it’s one of my favourite pieces they have at home. ooh and george grosz, I wrote my high school thesis on some of his works

and for flowers, I think my favourites are forget-me-nots, but I love daises, sunflowers, primroses, dahlias, tulips, poppies and daffodils too