#he had snack bites because i have them and i love this piercings so much

[munson-blurbs]

Summary: After a beer pong challenge gone horribly wrong (or right, if you're Gareth), Eddie has to shave his head. As much as you'll miss his signature curls, you have to admit that his new look isn't all that bad...

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), drinking, beefy!Eddie, mention of Eddie's weight gain, Eddie + Reader are both 25, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v

Based on a request by @josephquinnsfreckles and a conversation with @blueywrites about the lengths we'd go to for beefy!Eddie.

Divider credit to @saradika

It was all Gareth’s idea. 

Gareth had been the one to crack open a Pabst can and make a snarky remark about knowing he could beat Eddie in beer pong. 

Had been the one to say that Eddie had gotten soft in the five years since graduation, to which Eddie winked at you and replied, “I think my girl would say the opposite.” 

Had been the one to up the ante with a “little bet.”

You shot Eddie a warning look that he ignored, opting instead to meet Gareth’s challenge. “Fine. When I win, you gotta let me pierce your eyebrow.”

“Okay,” Gareth rolled his eyes, “but when I win, you have to shave your head.”

At the same time as you blurted out, “absolutely not,” Eddie grinned and said, “you’re on.”

Jeff laughed from his spot on the couch. “Thank God. You’ve had the same haircut since, what? Ninth grade?”

“Eddie,” you hissed, pulling him over to the side. “You can’t get rid of your hair.”

Your boyfriend had shrugged nonchalantly as though the state of his beautiful brown curls didn’t depend on a drinking game. “Relax, babe.” He pulled you into his side. “He’s never beaten me in beer pong. None of these losers have.”

That’s why you now find yourself stationed outside of the bathroom in Grant’s apartment, too afraid to glimpse at the commotion inside. The sound of the electric buzzer was bad enough. 

The guys are all blissfully oblivious to your turmoil; even Eddie is cackling and asking Gareth to give him a mohawk. You can only assume that he obliged once you hear the four men erupt into a round of raucous laughter. 

“Last piece,” Gareth goads, a muffled zzzzzz coming from the buzzer as he presses it into Eddie’s scalp. “Aaaaand…done!”

Done. 

All of Eddie’s hair now lay on the tile floor, because he lost a bet to Gareth Emerson.  

The hair that he pulled back into a low bun before working on his motorcycle. The hair that you twirled around your forefinger whenever he kissed you. The hair that you loved weaving your fingers into as he kneeled before you, leaving teasing kisses along your inner thighs before devouring you.

If you had known he would be bald at the end of the night, you would’ve begged to let his hair tickle between your legs once more. 

“Whaddya think, babe?” Eddie peeks around the corner. His eyes, hazy from a night of drinking, stare into yours. Even drunk, he still seeks out your approval. 

Too bad you’re speechless. 

You’ve become accustomed to Eddie’s various metamorphoses. When you first met Eddie, he was lanky, only relying on assorted snacks and copious amounts of Mountain Dew. It was how he’d survived all of those years of food insecurity. And while you loved his body then, nothing could have prepared you for how he looked just two short years later. 

His biceps now hold muscle and softness; you often find yourself unable to risk the temptation of biting into them. His stomach has also acquired a slight heft, a pleasant side effect from eating three square meals a day. His jeans now cling to the curve of his ass and no longer require a belt. 

But his hair? That had always stayed the same:curls that frizzed at the first sign of humidity, worn like a badge of honor. You couldn’t picture him without it. 

If you had, there’s no way you could have imagined him looking so damn sexy. 

Eddie laughs at your shell-shocked expression, your widened eyes and dropped jaw. “That bad, Sweetheart?”

“No…’s good. Really, um, good.” Your throat is suddenly dry, and you swallow just so you don’t cough. “Can I feel it?”

He nods, and you brush your fingers over his bare scalp. Your touch is met with a soft fuzziness that was never there before. 

Long-haired Eddie looked wild and chaotic, a Tasmanian Devil of a man. But buzzed-haired Eddie looks tough. Strong. Like he’ll destroy any other man who dares look at you. 

And it makes you absolutely primal. 

“I think we broke her,” Grant whispers loudly, and the rest of the room breaks out into tipsy giggles, slapping at each other and stumbling back into the kitchen for more ill-advised drinking.

Eddie frowns, not able to read your expression. “It’ll grow back,” he says, one ringed hand rubbing your back. He lets his fingers linger on the curve of your ass and gives it an inconspicuous pinch.

“C’mere.” You take advantage of the guys’ distractedness and pull Eddie into the nearest bedroom. The moment the door shuts and the lock clicks, you’re pressing your lips to his. On instinct, his denim-clad leg slots between yours, creating a hint of friction against the seam of your own jeans.  

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” His words are muffled by the barrage of kisses. “Can’t just clobber me like this; gonna get me all worked up.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” You drag your forefinger up his fly, relishing in the way his cock is already beginning to harden. 

Eddie practically throws you onto the bed, his biceps flexing with the sudden movement. “Gotta make this quick, yeah? Don’t want those idiots interrupting us.” With that, he tugs your pants away from your body, practically tearing off your cotton panties along with it. 

“Oh, honey,” he coos, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed and throwing his head back. “You’re already soaked.” He smirks before nipping at the soft flesh of your thighs, alternating between kisses and bites. “All this from a little haircut?”

All you can do is nod, leaning back so he can wrap his arms around your upper legs and fully bury his face into your weeping cunt. “Mmph,” he moans against you. You reflexively reach down to grab onto his locks, stopping when you’re met with his newly buzzed hair. Instead, you pull him in closer until his nose nudges your clit. 

You say his name on an exhale, your pussy clenching around nothing as his pointer and middle fingers part your folds. You’re spread open for him, a blank canvas for him to create art. “Inside. Please.”

He might be inclined to make you beg further, but the threat of his buddies banging on the door has him relenting quickly.     

Eddie’s grip on you tightens and his fingernails leave crescent-shaped divots. A breath catches in your lungs, your mind blanking when he greedily laps up your arousal and plunges his tongue into your hole. 

His groans vibrate against you. “So much easier without my hair in the way.” He pulls back to catch his breath, his chin already shining. Brown doe eyes peer up at you, once again waiting for you to approve. 

“K-Keep going,” you mumble, only acutely aware of the party occurring in the adjacent room. “Need you so bad it hurts.”

“Don’t want my sweet girl hurting.” The pad of Eddie’s thumb makes small, concentric circles on your clit, making your whole lower body tense up in anticipation of your orgasm. “There we go. No need to pout.”

Your back arches when he dives back in. He maintains his rhythm, inhaling deeply when the bulb of his nose brushes against that sweet spot. Pleasure is right within your reach, your hips moving in tandem with his ministrations to chase that glorious high. 

It isn’t as though Eddie has ever been bad at oral; you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come on his tongue. But now that he doesn’t have to constantly shake his hair from his eyes—now that he has an unobstructed view of just where to touch you—he hits each stroke with perfect precision. 

“Eddie—holy sh-shit, Eddie—right there right there right fucking there!” Your release crashes over you faster than it ever has before. It’s as though Eddie has transported you to another planet, another galaxy, another universe, and you will yourself to float back down just to reciprocate the pleasure he’s given you. 

His pants button is already undone, hidden behind an oversized Metallica t-shirt, your fingers finding the hint of pudge on his lower tummy. “One of my old pairs,” he says sheepishly. 

They’re gone in a flash, along with his pre-cum stained boxers. He climbs on top of you, hard cock in his fist, and runs it through the mixture of saliva and arousal at your core. 

“‘M not gonna last long,” Eddie murmurs, locking his gaze with yours. He’s not embarrassed; he’s proud that he can bring himself to the edge just by eating out his girl. 

You can’t stop the scream that emanates from your throat when he pushes inside you, but you also can’t be bothered to care about anyone else hearing. All of your thoughts center around Eddie filling you wholly and the sacrifices you’d make to keep him inside you forever. 

He punctuates each thrust with an animalistic grunt, taking as much as he can with every snap of his hips. “My…good…girl,” he pants. “My…good…fuckin’…girl.”

“All yours. All yours, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back as you submit yourself to him. “Gonna come. Gonna come inside you, fuck, Sweetheart!” With one final movement, he spills into you. 

You cry out his name once more, letting your hand fall to the small love handle just above his hip bone. Another one of your favorite places to bite, especially when you could sneak up on him and catch him off-guard. 

He flops down, his fuzzy head tickling your jaw as he nuzzles into your neck. “The buzzcut really does it for ya, huh?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

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#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

[galadrail]

Just a sketch of Tim i've made

#digital fanart #drawing #digital art #art #tim drake #my art #my art style #tim drake wayne #tim drake fanart #i just saw this Outfit #on pinterest and i decide that was tim so here #yeah there a lot of problem with the drawings but i make this in 1 hour #so just take it #i hate his eyes #really sorry for this tim #red robin #dc robin #he had snack bites because i have them and i love this piercings so much #and i found that pretty on him

[suashii]

— 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁 ౨ৎ

haitani rindou x reader. 2.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ mentions of alcohol ﾉ explicit language ﾉ suggestive ending

something’s off.

rindou has been awake for no more than thirty seconds but he can tell—something’s off. there’s no dip in the mattress beside him. your warmth is absent from his hold. he can’t smell your shampoo, can’t feel the plush of your skin beneath his fingers. your spot is empty and cold. you’re gone.

he shoots up into a sitting position, fingernails digging into the threads of the sheets, strands of lavender hair sticking to the beads of sweat on his forehead. the sudden jolt sends a piercing throb through his skull.

“ah, fucking hell,” he swears, a hand coming up to hold his head. he squeezes his eyes shut and snarls at the uncomfortable sensation. every pound that strikes his cranium is heavy and loud as if they are beats of a drum. why is his head throbbing?

“are you okay?”

soles of slippers drag against the carpet, the soft sound accompanying that of your voice. it’s loud enough for rindou to hear but quiet enough so as to not aggravate his ailment. his pulsating headache persists but hearing your voice gives him a different sense of relief.

“where’d you go?” he ignores your question, choosing to ask one of his own. rindou drags his eyes up from his lap to meet yours.

“the store,” you wave the plastic bag out in front of you as you make your way to join him on the bed. stepping out of your slippers, you take a seat on the mattress at rindou’s feet, tucking your own beneath your thighs so you are sitting cross-legged. “had to pick up a few things.”

“i told you that i don’t like you leaving without telling me.”

his statement comes off as possessive and overbearing, but you know that it’s far from it—in fact, you consider it to be the opposite. though it may not seem like it to outsiders, rindou’s insistence on knowing where you are at all times stems from a place of love; it’s his way of protecting you. your known association with rindou makes you a target for enemies of bonten—and they have plenty. he worries for your safety and in an attempt to not bombard you with security details, rindou’s one ask is that you keep him informed on where you travel without him.

“would you rather i have woken you up?” you ask, picking out the items from the bag and setting them beside you. you hadn’t planned on going to the store but it was clear that you needed to pick up a few things, all of which were for rindou. pain relievers, a green smoothie, and honey graham crackers because you know he prefers them over the saltine ones.

“yes, actually.” he runs a hand over his forehead to brush all of the hair pasted there away.

you smile at his bluntness. in the time you’ve been with rindou, you’ve grown familiar with his direct way of speaking; you’d even go as far as to say that you enjoy it. you never have to wonder what’s on his mind when he speaks so freely.

your nimble fingers work at opening the cardboard box housing the crackers. you grab a sleeve, tear the plastic, and carefully pull out one of the brown rectangles. you hold it out to rindou as a form of apology. “i’m sorry. i just thought you could use all the sleep you could get after last night.”

“about that,” he says, accepting the snack from your hand. he takes a bite from the corner. crumbs fall from his mouth down to the sheet covering his legs but he can’t be bothered to clean up the mess. “what exactly did i get into?”

rindou is having a hard time recollecting the events of the previous night. if you asked him how he spent the rest of his day after work, he wouldn’t be able to tell you much. one thing he is sure of, though, is that he and most of the executives of bonten went out to celebrate a successful arms deal. everything after that is fuzzy.

“mm,” you hum, stealing one of the crackers to take for yourself. you mimic his actions, biting a small piece off from the corner and chewing thoughtfully. “i’m not too sure. ran called me saying that you were drunk off your ass and kept asking for me. so i went and picked you up from the bar.”

he swallows thickly, your words sparking recognition within him. most of it is still unclear, but rindou can piece together a vague picture.

“c'mon, rindou, don’t be a pussy.” sanzu sang from across the man while holding out another shot.

he ignored the glass, opting to flick his pink-haired associate off instead.

“what’s the matter? you lost your touch or something?” koko spoke up from beside him, throwing back a shot of his own. a grin pulled at his lips as he narrowly eyed rindou.

rindou scoffed, practically snatching the drink from sanzu and taking it down in one motion. he turned to koko with a smirk of his own. “fuck you.”

the seemingly never-ending drinks continued to pile on for the remainder of the night. rindou prides himself on having a heavy tolerance, and he does for the most part, but as memories of him calling out for you flooded his brain, it was clear that he had overdone it. not once before last night could he recall a time when he’d gotten so drunk that he was virtually begging to see you.

your lips curl upward at his silence. it’s not often that you find yourself in a position where you hold something over his head. after the events of last night and his uncharacteristic behavior, it would be a waste not to poke some fun at him.

“y'know,” you start, reaching for the pack of hangover relief pills. “i could barely drive home because you kept trying to climb over the console.”

a smirk lingers on your lips as you tear open the small package and shake the medicine out into your hand. you hum and point to rindou’s closed fist resting on his thigh. he catches on quickly, turning his hand over to receive your offer. the tablets drop from your fingers into his open palm.

“i didn’t do that.” rindou denies, tossing the pills into his mouth and promptly swallowing. his throat is parched and he wants to blame it on the fact that he had just taken pills without water but in reality, it’s because the information resurfacing is difficult for him to believe.

“okay, maybe that was an exaggeration,” you laugh. his adamant rejection of your claim only makes you want to tease him even more. “but you’re totally a clingy drunk.”

lilac eyebrows furrow as rindou thinks back to the ride home from the bar.

“rin, cut it out or i’ll crash the car.” you quickly slapped his wandering hand away before returning yours to the steering wheel.

a loud, whiney groan filled the otherwise silence of the car. “why don’t you want to hold my hand?” you glanced over to see rindou’s head rolling back and hitting the headrest of his seat. his eyes were squeezed shut but it was clear that he was frowning at your refusal of affection.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a giggle. was this the same stoic man you had come to know? it looked like a shot too much was all it took to turn him into a nearly unrecognizable and touchy variant of your boyfriend. “i do, but we have to do it when we get home. i have to drive now.”

rindou turned to you with narrowed eyes but there was an uncontrollable grin of excitement tugging at his lips. “promise?” he asked.

you nodded. “i swear.”

as if it weren’t bad enough that you reminded him of that awkward conversation, rindou is beginning to piece together the moments afterward, specifically, when you pulled into the parking garage. if he looked down at his hand, he’s sure he’d be able to feel the ironclad grip he had on you as soon as you two got out of the car. the thought sends a shiver down his spine.

“i am not clingy.” he shakes his head, partly to disagree with your words but also to rid himself of the embarrassing memories.

“hmm, maybe not.” you play along although you have a clear recollection of last night. you figure that his denial must stem from a place of pride because if he had been in your shoes, if the roles were reversed, you're positive that he’d be pestering you about how handsy you had been.

“you’re pretty dependent, though,” you continue. there’s one more interaction you’re itching to bring up. “i’d even go as far as saying needy.”

rindou falls back to lie on his pillow. he has a feeling your statement only means more humiliation for him. despite that, he can’t ignore the tiny bit of curiosity that’s nagging at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

a knowing smile creeps its way onto your lips as you crawl to sit beside him. amethyst eyes meet yours, the brows above them raising in question. “you don’t remember me having to brush your teeth?”

“open,” you instructed rindou, poking his cheek with your index finger. he sat on the lid of the toilet, head lolling from side to side.

your simple direction went in one ear and out the other as rindou ignored your request. instead, he puckered his lips and leaned forward.

“we can do that later,” you assured him, gently pushing him back into his former position. “say ah.” you opened your mouth hoping that he would follow your example.

thankfully, he mimed your actions this time around. tipping his chin up, you began to brush his teeth. the process went smoother than the prep and the man stayed still as you cleaned each of his teeth.

“c'mon, time to spit.”

you helped him up from his seat and led him to the sink. too busy turning on the faucet, you didn’t notice rindou quickly approaching. his lips pressed to the side of your face in an open-mouthed kiss.

“rindou!” you pulled away, snatching the nearest towel to wipe the foam he left behind on your cheek and the corner of your mouth. he’s going to be the death of me, you thought as you tossed the towel into the hamper. you spun on your heel to face your drunk mess of a boyfriend. “i said later.”

“it was later.” his words came out jumbled due to the toothpaste lingering in his mouth. the froth was starting to drip down to his chin.

you sighed. “just rinse, please.”

rindou covers his face with his palms. his cheeks are burning hot; they must be visibly red. he would have been better off remaining clueless about the previous night’s activities.

“i’m never drinking again,” he said through a groan.

“aw, i thought it was cute.” you pull his hands away and flash him a smile. his rapidly beating heart calms at the sight. “but you should probably set a limit for next time. you’re kind of a handful.”

he huffs out a laugh. based on everything he pieced together and your first-hand account, “handful” is an understatement. he didn’t think it was possible for him to act in such a way but it seems that even the inconceivable was achievable.

you pat rindou’s shoulder. “you go shower while i make breakfast. unless you think you’ll need my help in there, too.” you jokingly wiggle your eyebrows.

he smirks. “are you offering?”

“god, you’re shameless.” your hand comes down to playfully smack his bare chest. you jerk your head in the direction of the bathroom. “go.”

you make a move to get off the bed and start toward the kitchen, but rindou catches your hand before you can leave. you look at your joined hands and then to him. a glint of mischief passes through his wisteria eyes. “are you really going to make your clingy, needy, handful of a boyfriend shower all alone?”

the flustered rindou who might as well have been wishing the earth would swallow him whole only minutes ago is nowhere in sight. as cute as that unexpectedly soft and affectionate version of your boyfriend was, you’d be lying if you said you preferred it over the side you’d grown accustomed to.

“fine.” you click your tongue. a beat of silence passes before you accusingly point your finger at him. “but i’m not doing all the work like last night.”

rindou drops your hand, opting to hold your cheek instead. “of course you aren’t. i’m going to make it up to you.”

thanks for giving this a read! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :3

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: tokyo revengers #rindou x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #rindou fluff #tokrev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #rindou drabble #tokrev drabbles #tokyo revengers drabbles

[azuremliam]

Jam packed little facts about Liam (their times as a human that is)! My hand writing can be pretty hard to read- so I'll have text format underneath the readmore :)

(Going from top left to right)

Human Liam Trivia

They/Them

5'2" "Hehehe!" [10 Year Old Trouble Maker] "Ah, great. Gotta deal with another growing in."

Liam's teeth regrow whenever they're knocked out. Abegail had to explain to Finn, that no, he doesn't have the same ability, humans don't usually work that way. It's just a weird Liam thing #1.

Both Finn and Jake have a necklace made of the fangs that have gotten knocked out. Liam likes gnawing on things when a new tooth is growing in.

"Careful now." "Chirp." [20 Years Old (Jake Hatches)] "Congrats Lil Bro!" "Hehe!" [25 Years Old (Jake Pupates)] "This is an actual human baby!?" "Pffbt" "Yes- now be careful with him." [30 Years Old (Vera and Gemma find Baby Finn)] [35 Years Old (Start of Journey & Meets Scarab)] *Infodumping about the Hive Cities "Ah, I see. That sounds efficent." "It is!" [36 - 37 Years] "I missed you too Scarab." *Trills [38 - 39 Years] "Make sure not to give our moms too much trouble." "K…" "Mkay…"

Liam used to dye their hair with plants that used to grow near their old hive. The dye sticks in the roots for ages and makes the hair smell like a plant. Most humans living outside bunkers or the Islands tend to dye their hair for camouflage.

Liam just did it because they wanted to look like their moms colors. Liam doesn't dye their hair anymore during their journey because their new Hive doesn't have any of the plants near it. They also just got tired of dyeing it.

"EEWWW"

Liam really loves the taste of Aphids. (They weren't affected by the mutations like the other insects, they're the equivalent of cows in Bug World AU) Finn isn't a big fan of them, but they're a common food source.

The Ant Farm Liam gets them from had to deal with little Liam snacking on them without permission. They behave themselves now.

"Is something wrong?"

Throughout their entier life, Liams eyes glow in the dark and they can see in the dark too. The intensity of the glow only increases as they get older.

It surprises Scarab when he finally notices the glow. Yet another weird Liam thing #2 that Finn wishes he could do too.

"Want some?" "…" Munch Munch Crunch Munch Crunch Crunch "Taste Good?" "It's good."

Liam shares their snacks a lot. They also like having Scarab try out their world's foods. He insists that he doesn't need any, but indulges when they ask.

It's also partially because Liam really likes seeing his face.

"Big Bro, Li could probably bit through your exoskeleton." "What?" "They accidently bit Gramps during training and made him bleed. He was really proud of them fighting back like that." "Li! Li!! Come bite Scarab for me!" "Huh!? What, why!?" "Well? Go on." "I can't believe you two made a bet…" 'Why do my teeth have to be on the line?' "Fine." "Bite! Bite! Bite!" "Alright then." Chomp "Hmm." "See, couldn't bite through." "Aw dang." "Now you can't stay up late for a month, got it?" "Kaaay." "No, only a week." 'Interesting.' "Woohoo!" "Huh? Why?" "You managed to scratch the surface."

Liam's teeth can pierce through some insect's carapaces in their world. They don't like doing it though. If surprised or scared enough, they'll do it out of reaction. That, or they'll hiss and occasionally growl without meaning to. Both Finn and Jake copy how Liam hisses and growls.

#bug world au #liam #scarab #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc #jake the bug #bug world finn #adventure time #fionna and cake #insects

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Double Feature

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Reader

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 2,745

Summary: A drive in theater close to town is playing a special Halloween double feature of the Ghostbusters movies.

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

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You'd been looking forward to this weekend all month. Ever since the drive-in theater outside of town put up the sign at the end of September. You hadn't shut up about it. Ghostbusters had quickly become a favorite movie of yours when it came out and you were sure you'd love the sequel just as much, though you hadn't gotten the chance to see it when it was in theaters. So when you found out that the small theater was running a double feature for Halloween weekend, you knew you had to go.

It had taken a bit of asking to convince Steve to go with you. You knew he'd take you. He never really says no to you, after all. But he also liked to tease you just a bit. So you weren't surprised when he immediately told you that he couldn't go because he had to work.

"I always work Saturdays," he'd told you when you asked.

"Robin can cover for you."

"What if she has plans?"

"You have plans!" You told him, just a hint of whining in your voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, a crooked smile on his lips.

"We'll see, baby," he sighed.

Two weeks later he bought your tickets. He didn't tell you, of course. Instead slapping them down on top of the counter during his next shift with Robin. She agreed to cover for him happily.

He continued to tease and evade the question until the week of the double feature. You hadn't brought it up, which was shocking. It was Wednesday, a night that had become something of a weekly date night for you and Steve. It was a night that both of you were off work so you were free for the evening.

It had been a fun, light evening. You'd gone to Steve's apartment for dinner and movies. You enjoyed nights like this. You helped Steve cook dinner while the radio played in the living room. A hand towel thrown over his left shoulder as you helped chop vegetables. Smiles and soft kisses exchanged under the almost burnt out light in his kitchen.

When you sat down to eat, Steve brought it up. "So I'll pick you up at 6?" He asked before biting a piece of chicken from his fork.

"What?"

"Well it starts at 7, and we should get there a bit early to get good spots and snacks," he answered, piercing his food with his fork once again. You could only look at him in response. Your brows furrowed as your own fork hung limply between your fingers. He smiled and took another bite. "Hey, if you don't want to go see Ghostbusters that's fine. I'll switch my shift back and give the tickets to Robin. She can take whichever poor girl she's in love with this month."

Your smile grew as he poked at his dinner. His eyes trained on his plate, though his grin gave him away. "Steven James, are you saying that you're taking me to Ghostbusters?" You asked, teasing tone in your voice. Steve shrugged, pushing a slice of grilled green pepper across his plate. "After like a month of acting like you wouldn't take me?"

Steve shot you a toothy, crooked grin, showing his amusement. "Well, yeah," he giggled. "Why wouldn't I take my baby to the movies?"

Now it was your turn to shrug as you stared at your own plate in front of you. "Just assumed you didn't love me anymore," and told him.

"Oh," he scoffed before taking another bite. "Well I don't, obviously. I just really like Ghostbusters."

"Shut up!" You cried, pushing at his shoulder with your empty hand. "Now you gotta buy me extra snacks to heal my wounded heart."

Steve laughed, his smile glowing across his face. "That's why we're getting there early, baby."

~~~

The wait for Saturday night was both painfully slow and exhilaratingly quick. You had a little extra pep in your step. Your customer service voice was slightly more genuine as you made pleasant conversation with your regulars at work. Almost everyone you talked to heard all about the big night you had planned with Steve. Your shift flew by surprisingly fast. It helped that you were consistently busy, as Saturday mornings tended to be.

Once you were home you realized you had a few hours to kill before Steve would pick you up. Given that you had woken up early for work, you decided it would be a good idea to get some sleep. So you tucked into your bed, pulling your covers tight to your chest. It wasn't easy to fall asleep with so much excitement for the evening. You couldn't stop smiling to yourself as you thought about spending the evening with your boyfriend, watching one of your favorite movies under the stars.

Eventually you were able to fall asleep even with the brightness of the early afternoon sun streaming through your windows. You woke up to your mattress jostling beneath you. When your tired eyes opened fully and you were able to process your surroundings you felt a solid weight pressed to your back and a familiar arm snaked around your waist, fingertips teasing below the hem of your shirt.

"Hi, baby," Steve whispered softly into your shoulder, his lips pressing gentle kisses into the fabric of your t-shirt.

You groaned quietly as you stretched your legs beneath the blanket. You rolled over, turning to face Steve. His hair hung into his face, covering one eye just slightly. He wore a fond smile on his lips as his eyes scanned over your half sleeping features.

You moved your hands to his cheek, his skin warm and soft under your palm. "Hey, handsome," you sighed, your voice hoarse and sleepy. "Finally got to use that key I gave ya, huh?"

"Felt like a burglar sneaking in while you're sleepin'" he laughed.

"Come to steal my heart?" You asked quietly.

"Shut up," he smiled, leaning forward. His lips were on yours for a much too short moment before he was pulling back. Your hand was still resting on his warm skin when he spoke again. "You ready to go?"

You nodded and threw your blanket off of your body. You stretched your arms in front of you after swinging your legs over the edge of the mattress. Steve was still smiling from his spot in your bed as he watched you stand and begin to dress for the evening. A pair of blue jeans, Steve's old Hawkins Tigers t-shirt, and your favorite blue sweater. It was comfortable and warm and a perfect outfit for the night.

Steve led you out of your apartment building into the parking lot. You scanned the lot for his dark red BMW. When he saw the confused knit of your brows as you looked across the lot he grabbed your hand with a smile. He looked almost proud when he stopped on the passenger side of a small green pick up truck, arm lifting toward it at if he were presenting you with a prize.

"What's this?" You asked him as he stepped forward to open the door.

He held your hand as you took your seat, still confused as you got somewhat comfortable in the seat. "Our ride for the evening," he answered as if it were obvious. He quickly leaned into the open door and kissed you, a gentle peck to your lips before he was pulling away and closing the door. He rounded the back of the truck and made his way to the driver's door.

"Something wrong with your car?"

"The Beemer doesn't have a truck bed," he giggled, turning the key in the ignition and bringing the engine to life. You looked over your shoulder out the back window behind you. The truck bed was full of cardboard boxes of various sizes. "We'll move those," Steve answered the question you hadn't even had time to ask.

You wondered to yourself where you'd put them. But you didn't ask. Steve seemed excited about his little plan, and you didn't want to rain on his parade. So you sat silently in the passenger seat of a truck that seemed somehow familiar before and allowed Steve to do whatever he had in mind.

When he parked in front of Chang's restaurant, you suddenly realized how hungry you were. "Be right back," he told you, kicking his door open as he leaned over to kiss your cheek. You watched him walk inside, and up to the counter. He smiled as he spoke to Tyler, a boy you had gone to school with whose family owned the restaurant. He paid for your food and stuffed some money into a tip jar on the counter before grabbing the two brown paper bags that Tyler had set on the counter. He handed the bags to you through your open window before walking around the front of the vehicle to his own door. "Next stop, Ghostbusters."

Twenty minutes later you were pulling into the drive in theater. Steve rolled down his window as the truck inched towards the ticket booth. An older woman greeted you both with a smile. He handed her your tickets and you felt a bubble of excitement grow in your chest as she ripped off the ends and handed the tickets back to him.

Steve handed the torn tickets to you with a knowing smile. You kept a small box of relationship mementos in your bedroom. A map from the zoo the day Steve had taken you last summer. Polaroids from various outings. A dried flower from your first date. And now, two torn ticket stubs from a date to see Ghostbusters.

Steve drove towards the back of the field that had been set up for movie goers. "People with kids and small cars will be up front," he explained as he expertly backed the truck into a space. "Less noise back here."

Once the car was parked he hopped out of the driver's seat and dropped the tailgate of the truck, instructing you to follow. He began to pull the boxes from the bed, stacking them beside him. He jumped up into the bed to grab the last few boxes and handed them to you.

"Okay, so I'll need the big ones first," he told you, hands on his hips. You didn't move for a moment. Big ones? He noticed and offered a bright smile as he stepped towards the tailgate and jumped down to the ground next to you. He opened the biggest of the boxes, revealing the blue comforter from his bed. He took the blanket from the box and unfolded it. He handed one side to you to unfold it to its full size. He motioned for you to walk around your side of the truck, helping him to lay the blanket flat across the truck bed. The next few boxes were full of throw blankets, pillows, and a small battery powered radio you recognized as belonging to Dustin Henderson.

Steve pulled his wallet from his back pocket as soon as all the boxes were opened. He handed you some cash, wrapping his fingers around your hand and pulling you to him when you tried to take it. "Go get some snacks, babe. I'll finish this." He instructed quietly, his lips brushing your cheek before he kissed you and sent you on your way to the concession stand.

When you returned with snacks in hand you could have cried. Steve was absolutely beaming as he took the popcorn and drinks from you, setting them on the tailgate beside him. He'd really gone all out. There had to be half a dozen pillows laid against the end of the truck bed opposite the tailgate. Cozy looking blankets lined the bottom of the bed, creating something of a nest that would protect your bodies from the hard metal of the truck.

Steve hopped up into the truck, extending his hand to you. You took it, allowing him to pull you up to join him. Once you were in the truck Steve kicked his shoes off and you did the same. He grabbed the popcorn and drinks, setting them near the pillows he'd laid out for you before laying down and getting comfortable amongst the sea of blankets. He patted the spot beside him, silently asking you to join him. You did so happily.

Steve turned to slide open the middle window on the back windshield of the truck. He reached into the cab and grabbed the bags of Chinese food, handing one to you. "Dinner is served," he smiled as you began to dig in.

The sun was beginning to set as you ate with Steve. You were starting to feel almost giddy as you thought that the movie would be starting soon. Just as you were about to mention to Steve once again how excited you were, a familiar rusty van was coming up beside you.

Eddie backed into the spot right next to you on Steve's side. The back doors flung open and half a dozen high schoolers spilled out and ran to the building that held the concession stand. Eddie walked around the front of the van, stopping beside the truck. He laid his forearms out of the side of the truck bed, resting his chin atop the sleeve of his leather jacket with a grin.

"Hey," he greeted you with a mischievous tone in his voice. "Fancy runnin' into you here."

"You mean the exact place I told your uncle I was gonna be when I asked to borrow his truck?"

"Oh," Eddie scoffed, lifting his chin from his arms and raising a hand to gesture around himself. "You meant this drive in? Tonight?" His smile grew as he feigned ignorance.

"Better keep all those little shits in your van, Eddie," Steve warned.

"But Henderson wants to sit with you," Eddie answered, a fake pout on his lips. "If you wanna disappoint our sweet little Henderson…"

"I do," Steve interrupted Eddie, stopping him abruptly.

Eddie laughed, closing his eyes as he grinned. "Enjoy the show, lovebirds." He told you, smacking his palm on the side of the truck bed as he turned towards his own vehicle. As you heard the door creak open and slam closed you saw all of the kids coming back towards you, snacks in hand. Dustin eyed the two of you as the rest of the group crawled into the back of Eddie's van.

"Absolutely not," Steve said sternly.

"But-"

"No," Steve repeated, putting his hand up.

"You guys have way more room up there," Dustin whined.

"Yeah and we're gonna be making out the whole time." You playfully smacked Steve's chest as Dustin groaned before joining the others in the van.

"Why are you so mean?" You asked him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. The two of you shuffled a bit, getting comfortable amongst the blankets that surrounded you. Steve sighed, rolling his eyes before loudly calling out for Dustin.

The younger boy clambered out of the back of the van excitedly. "You can sit up there," Steve told him, pointing with his hand that wasn't around your shoulders to the tailgate.

"Thought you guys were gonna make out all night."

"We're old now, Henderson," Steve laughed. "We don't have to come to the drive-in to make out. We do that in our own beds."

Dustin grinned a toothy smile as he reached into the van to grab his things. He climbed into the bed of the truck and sat back against the side. You pulled a pillow from behind Steve's back and tossed it to him. He smiled and thanked you as he tucked it behind himself, a cushion against the cold metal.

As you snuggled into his chest you couldn't help but think that Steve Harrington was some kind of perfect. He'd gone out of his way to switch his schedule at work. He secretly bought tickets to an event he knew you wanted to go to. He secured a borrowed truck so that you could experience it under the stars, complete with a mountain of blankets and pillows to keep you comfortable. And he ordered your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. You took a moment to appreciate how lucky you were to be loved by Steve Harrington as the previews began to play on the big screen ahead.

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[traayaa]

Mushy May - Day Four

Love at first sight - Mountain and Rain

It's 1am. I don't know what happened. I didn't know what I wanted to do and then all of a sudden, here we are. They/Them Rain because I can.

Word count: 778

After a long day working in his greenhouse, Mountain wanted a chance to relax after a hard day. He wasn’t ready to return to the insanity that was no doubt waiting for him down in the den. Swiss and Dew had been butting heads, both trying to figure out the new pack dynamics and both had made it their mission to piss the other off as much as they could. He felt bad that Aether and Cirrus would be left to take care of it all, but he was exhausted. Tired from his day, tired from the lack of sleep Dew and Swiss were causing, tired of mediating all day, he couldn’t even get peace in the greenhouses that were usually a safe haven for him. 

The lake was close by, and the light at sunset was beautiful down there, one of his favourite things to watch. He’d ventured down and got himself situated on the dock, watching the water ripple, a ripple caused by a water ghoul. It made him think of Mist and her antics in the lake. She’d dragged Mountain in on a number of occasions, both laughing while they floated around on the surface, enjoying the quiet of the lake. Mist was the one that insisted he joined her at sunset, constantly telling him about the beautiful sight and what it looked like reflected on the water. It sent an ache to his heart, she was as sweet as she was fiery and so caring. But it wasn’t her, his friend would never make the water ripple, never drag him off the dock and into the cool waters below. Mist would never again sow chaos on the abbey grounds. She had taken Dew under her wing, teaching him all of her tips and tricks on the bass but also, teaching the little gremlin her chaotic ways. It was hard not to see her in the little ghoul.

Mountain could almost make out the shape just underneath the surface, watching him, assessing, and deciding if Mountain were a friend or foe, or possibly even a snack. He would wait for the ghoul to make themself known, he could be patient, a trait well known amongst earth ghouls. Either the shy ghoul would poke their head out or Mountain would eventually leave, maybe return again another day and see if they would say hello and introduce themself. Mount lay back on the dock, stretching his long limbs out and looking up at the sky, enjoying the end of the day. The sky was splattered with different shades of oranges and pinks, it almost liked like a painting. As he sat back up, Mountain noticed the head of the water ghoul that had been watching him disappear back under the water.

“You don’t have to hide from me, I won’t bite… well, not unless you ask nicely. But I can leave if you wish me to, or you could join me up here so I could introduce myself.” He waited, watching the last spot he’d seen the other ghoul. As he was about to stand up to leave, he saw the other’s head break the surface, just enough so that a pair of stunning cerulean eyes were above the water. Mountain smiled, inviting the other to join him on the dock. Cautiously the ghoul, who Mountain recognised as the new bassist, Rain, inched his way out of the water.

As they effortlessly lifted themself out of the water and onto the edge of the dock, Mountain couldn’t help but stare. Short horns, that looked almost like sea glass only just visible through the messy tangle of wet curls, a few strands stuck to their face, those piercing cerulean eyes surrounded by long lashes, a sharp fang barely visible between lush lips. The long, lean body of the water ghoul was deceptive, looking at them one might underestimate the hidden strength of the lean muscle underneath, but Mountain knew, there was little on Earth or in the pit that could rival a water ghoul in their natural environment. The pattern of blues on their fins was captivating, something Mountain could look at forever. Tearing his gaze from the form in front of him, Mountains eyes made their way back up to meet the gaze of Rain. A pair of eyes one could get lost in for the rest of time. 

Mountain thinks he’s in love with the painfully shy water ghoul in front of him. The very same water ghoul that was part of his pack and the band. He was in deep, he realised, a goofy grin appearing on his face, one that the water ghoul returned.

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[sweet-seishu]

1:13pm

piercer! mitsuya x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of needles and blood, smut, vaginal penetration, tiddie play, nipple piercings, friends to lovers, badly edited, badly written.

a/n: for my own body mod collab <3 also i cannot come up with titles :)

network: @tokyometronetwork

Mitsuya stared at you as you sat in his chair at his shop, your eyes staring right back into his lavender ones.

"So, let me get this straight." He started. "Because your friends said you were too chicken shit to do it, you want me to pierce your nipples?"

"Yep." You stated, making Mitsuya raise his pierced brow. "Gotta prove to them that I can do it." Mitsuya only shook his head at your statement pinching his brow at the stupidity of the situation.

"I don't know y/n…"

"Takashi please?" You asked, giving him a small pout. "You're the only one I trust, you've done every other piercing I have. I want to do this, please don't make me go somewhere else."

Mitsuya sighed, looking back at you. He couldn't say no, he never would. "You're lucky I love you, you know that?"

He did. Mitsuya loved you so much it completely consumed him, and he's loved you for as long as he could remember. You were there with him through everything, and he would give you whatever you wanted if it made you happy.

"I know." You smiled. "And I love you too."

If only he knew what those words really meant. Mitsuya has been your friend for a long time, and he was always there for you whether it was giving you a new piercing, bringing you snacks, or holding you as you cried through the night. You developed feelings for him so quickly, they completely overrun any thought you had.

But the both of you were to stupid to admit it.

"Alright, let me get set up, in the meantime you can take off your shirt and bra." He told you, quickly moving around the room to grab the supplies. Your face immediately went red, you could feel how warm it was as you realized you'd be flashing your tits to your best friend.

Mitsuya couldn't lie, his body went hot when you asked him to pierce your nipples, the image of your breasts already in his head as you told him, so he was moving quicker than normal to set up.

You slowly stripped yourself of your shirt and bra, crossing your arms over yourself as you waited for Mitsuya to finish setting up. You watched as he washed his hands before putting the gloves on, turning towards you with that sweet little smile of his.

"Gonna need you to uncross your arms sweetheart." He said softly. Your face was red, you knew it was as you uncrossed your arms, letting them rest at your sides.

And fuck, your tits were prettier than he ever could have imagined.

"T-takashi!" You whined, snapping him out of his daze.

"Sorry." He chuckled, biting the ring on his lip. "Um, I-I have to stimulate them, make them hard."

Your eyes went wide, but you quickly remembered, he was still a professional. "Okay…" You whispered, looking everywhere but at him.

He took a breath, bringing up his gloved hands to start flicking at the buds carefully. The small gasp didn't go unnoticed, and neither did the way your chest started rising up and down rapidly. Mitsuya swiftly switched to tugging at your nipples, a small moan escaping your lips at the action.

Mitsuya wanted to hear more of you, so he moved closer, looking up at you to see any signs of you wanting him to back off. He smiled when he saw no signs of hesitation from you as you sat there, biting your lip when you felt his breath on your skin, moaning louder when he took your left nipple in his mouth.

"Takashi!" You gasped, a rush of pleasure running through you as your panties became more damp. He hummed against your breast before pulling away.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "Just couldn't resist."

You didn't know what to say, your breathing was erratic, your body was completely on fire as you stared at your friend. "It's okay, it f-felt really good."

"Yeah? Can I give the other one the same treatment?" Mitsuya asked with a smile. You quickly nodded your head, making him chuckle before he flicked your right nipple with his tongue. You whined at how good it felt, throwing your head back as he fully engulfed your nipple in his mouth, making you moan his name softly.

Every sound you made Mitsuya groan, his pants feeling a little to tight as he continued his actions.

"T-takashi I want-" You moaned breathlessly, whining a little when he pulled away from your tit.

"What do you want pretty girl, tell me." He said softly, gazing at you with lust filled eyes.

"You, Takashi I want you." You stated, your heart pounding as you stared at him. He gave you a soft smile, standing up from his chair and taking off his gloves, your eyes watching his every move, immediately going to the prominent bulge in his jeans.

"I want you to, and I have for a long time." He told you. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were quickly stopped when Mitsuya’s lips met yours. You whimpered against his lips, your body tingling with arousal as he licked your bottom lip before letting his tongue dance with yours.

Kissing you was everything Mitsuya thought it would be. Your lips were soft against his, the flavor of your lip balm sending him into a frenzy as his lips moved against yours.

He was reluctant to pull away, but he did slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he rested his forehead rest against yours.

"This isn't exactly how I would have wanted this to go, but if I don't have you now might go insane." He rasped, making you shiver in anticipation.

"Then have me." You whispered, gazing up at him as you played with the hem of his shirt.

Mitsuya moved as soon as those words left your lips, his hands quickly unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down your legs along with your panties before letting a finger run along your slit. He groaned when he felt how wet you were, gently tracing your clit as your breath hitched, a small moan leaving your lips at the action.

"Wanna feel you 'Kashi." You whined, taking his hand away from your bundle of nerves before your own hands worked at his jeans, swiftly undoing the button and pulling them down, nearly drooling at the imprint is his boxers.

You always had a feeling he was big.

Mitsuya put his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze before he reattached his lips to your in a sweet kiss, making both of you sigh into eachothers mouths as you wrapped your legs around him, wanting to bring him closer as you gently bit his bottom lip.

Mitsuya couldn't move fast enough as he pulled his boxers down just enough to free himself, quickly running his cock along your folds as you gasped into his mouth at the feeling, another wave of arousal going through you as you gripped his biceps for leverage.

Mitsuya couldn't wait any longer, gently pushing his tip in as he kept his lips firmly on yours, swallowing your small whimpers as he kept pushing in. It was slow, he wanted you to feel every inch of him as he pushed past your walls. He was trying to keep his composure, but you felt so good, your cunt wrapping around him perfectly as he bottomed out.

He stayed like that for a bit, taking in the feeling of you as you adjusted to him, pulling away from his lips to look at him. You admired his features, your eyes full of lust as he stared right back at you, really admiring how beautiful you were.

"You can move 'Kashi." You smiled softly, making Mitsuya’s heart skip a beat before he slowly moved his hips, both of you groaning at the feeling of one another.

One thing you noted, was that Mitsuya was a very gentle lover, but it really didn't surprise you. He treated you like glass as he thrusted slowly, but yet managed to hit all the spots that made you see stars as you moaned, your legs around him as his hips met yours again and again.

Mitsuya was engraving the image of you into his mind; the way your eyes rolled back, the way your chest heaved and the sounds that left your pretty lips as you threw your head back.

To him you were a work of art, a masterpiece, you were ethereal in his eyes, and fuck he'd be damned if he didn't remember the way you looked right now.

Moans of his name left your lips, your grip on him tightening as he continued to thrust, his tip kissing your sweet spot each time his hips met yours. You felt your high building up quickly, lost in the way Mitsuya was making you feel as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin before gently nipping at it.

"'K-kashi I-" You were cut off by your own moan as Mitsuya brought a finger to your clit, your vision nearly going white as Mitsuya brought you closer and closer to your release. "Gonna cum- Takashi m'so close."

"Go on pretty girl, let go for me." He said softly into your ear, making your toes curl as your grip on him tightened. Mitsuya’s name was repeatedly leaving your lips as you released, your nails digging into his arm as his thrusts became more erratic, spilling into you with a groan as he helped you both ride out the wave of euphoria you were feeling.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the heavy breaths shared between the both of you as you both calmed down from your highs. You looked to Mitsuya, only to see he was already looking at you, the haze of lust in his eyes gone as he stared at you with only love.

It was a gaze that made your heart race.

"You feel okay?" Mitsuya asked softly, moving some hair from your face.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You smiled.

"This isn't exactly how I thought this would go…" Mitsuya chuckled.

"Me neither…" You said softly, a small blush on your cheeks.

"Y/n I-" Mitsuya started, nerves spreading throughout his body as his face went red. "I love you."

You smiled at his words, your own blush deepening as you looked at him. "I love you to Takashi, I have for a long time." You said, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Can I assume that you'll be mine?" He asked with a soft smile, nuzzling his face into your hand.

"I've been yours Takashi, all you had to do was ask." He kissed you once those words left your lips, smiling against them before pulling away so you could both get dressed.

"Still want me to pierce them?"

"Could you?" You asked with a smile. Mitsuya chuckled, nodding his head before cleaning everything again, making sure everything was sanitized before he sat in front of you again, the needle in his hand as he lined it up with the markings.

"Okay pretty girl take a deep breath in for me." He told you. You did has he said, taking a breath as he pierced your skin, making you wince a little as you let the breath go, watching as Mitsuya screwed the ball on the opposite end before cleaning up the little beads of blood with a q-tip.

He was quick to pierce the other one, doing the same process before he cleaned everything up, stepping back to admire his work.

"Do they look okay?" You asked shyly.

"They look amazing pretty, so sexy." Mitsuya winked, taking off his gloves and helping you put your bra and shirt on before pecking your lips. "Wanna go get dinner?"

"Yeah." You smiled, looking up at your boyfriend. "Thank you for piercing them 'Kashi, I love you."

"Anything for you pretty baby, I love you to."

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[claudiyerrr]

i saw you were taking crp matchups and I JUMPED at the opportunity! your writing is GORJUS!

ALRIGHTY THEN!! here’s some stuff about me! sorry if I write too much i have a bad tendency to ramble oopsies..!

im a 4’9 cis girl with golden brown hair, dark blue eyes, freckles, button nose and a septum piercing. my body is mid-size with a bit of tummy— just squishy!! :3

my personality is very outgoing, silly, kind, extroverted, and a bit loud. i have been told I’m very “sunshiney” and cute, and i have a very high pitched voice for someone my age. im extremely extroverted and try to talk to as many people as i can!! i love making friends and being friendly to those around me. i can also be described as “weird” but I really don’t mind cuz everyone’s a bit weird! as i said a bit ago, i ramble a ton and I actually make friends that way just by talking non stop heheheh. i have adhd and suspected autism :P !

my hobbies are: baking, singing, collecting cute things, shopping, drawing, writing songs, gaming, and making jokes!! im very involved in theatre classes cuz im a whimsical little fellow and most of my roles are comedic! my favorite thing to bake is cakes and I make homemade frosting! (secret recipe hehe) i also am a hopeless romantic and enjoy romance mangas with cute fluffy storylines! did I mention i love cute things??

likes: bunnies, DESSERTS, SWEET STUFF, anything cream-filled, parties, cats, jumping spiders, horror movies, forensics, and PINK!!!

dislikes: spicy or bitter foods, hateful people who are just mean to be mean, bigoted folks, my town 😞, caterpillars, things with WAY too many legs, big empty rooms.

EEEEKKK thank u sm for the opportunity to send this in it’s totally long but I hope i added the right information GRAHHH!!! im super excited to see what u come up with :3

i have a male preference as i am heteroflexible! HAVE A TOTALLY GOOD DAY!! <333

Omgosh firstly thank you so much! Also, neurodivergent forensic science besties?! Anyways, I hope you like it!!

Your matchup is. . . Ticci Toby!

While hanging out at a mall one Friday night, security comes over to your friend group and informs you that the mall’s closing up and you need to leave.

Not even realizing the time, you huff in a bit of annoyance because of how much fun you were having there and reluctantly leave with your friends. Once you’re back outside, the friend who drove you all there leads you back to their car.

You guys talk about your favorite purchases and other stores you wish you had the time to hit before getting kicked out for the night, but soon enough you grow a little carsick and decide to watch the horizon outside the car.

Rolling down the window, you rest your cheek in your hand tiredly and stare out into the foggy woods boredly until you spot a flash of orange. A lanky boy with brown hair poking his head out from behind a pine tree waves and you gasp in surprise.

Turning back to look at your friends, you interrupt them frantically, pointing out the window to where you saw the boy, only to see nothing. “You guys seriously didn’t see him?!”

They look at each other in confusion before shaking their heads much to your disappointment. You doze off trying to figure out what the guy was doing out there, after all, he seemed pretty young and didn’t have a hunting rifle or anything in his hands.

“[Y/N], you in or what?” one of your friends snaps you out of your thoughts as you hold your gaze on the dense woods as the car continues driving. “Sure, I’m down,” you answer, not knowing what you were now in on, but not really caring either way.

Pulling up to their house, everyone starts to get out and you take your shopping bags before getting out as well. “So, a sleepover?” you find yourself looking all around into the distant darkness with a small lip bite as your friend group stands beside the car under the streetlamp. After a few “yeahs” you all head inside and decide to sleep in their large living room.

Some of your friends set up snacks for a movie while others get pillows and blankets from unoccupied rooms. You try to help out and pitch in, but everyone seems to have things under control and just asks you to pick out a horror movie.

Slumping down on the couch nonchalantly, you scroll through a few movies before hearing a knock at the living room window and shuddering in response. Looking outside, you see the same brunet boy with orange goggles and do a double take as he points to the TV.

Looking back at the screen, you select the horror movie he was gesturing at as he nods excitedly, you return his excitement by mouthing a “thank you” and smiling, although a bit shaken up that he followed you to your friend’s place. He seems harmless, but you contemplate telling your friend at some point that night even if it annoys them.

As the rest of your friends file into the room, you greet them before looking back at the window and seeing that he’s not there anymore. You didn’t know why, but you almost felt upset that he left. After the movie, everyone starts falling asleep and before you know it, you’re the only one awake.

Deciding to bring some of the dishes to the sink for your friend, seeing as they’re sleeping, you hum to yourself softly before hearing another series of light knocks, this time from the window on the far side of the kitchen

Going over to it skeptically, you open it to be met with bright eyes behind those same orange goggles. “H-Hi, I’m Toby…”

You stick your head out the window and reach to shake his gloved hand, “The name’s [Y/N], nice to meet you Toby.”

He hesitates but shakes your hand with a twitch and from there, you two talk for a while, just getting to know each other until you see the sun start to come up.

He lets you go so you can catch some zs and waves goodbye, saying that he’ll see you around with a little wink. You wink back with a small blush; He seems cute.

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Random headcanons:

- He found your house when your friend drove you home the next day, but you didn’t know until a week later when he showed up at your back door with a wave.

- You guys don’t take long before confessing; Maybe a month or two of being friends. You both grab each other’s hands, beaming with blushy faces while talking about how it was love at first sight.

- If you ever have plays for your theater classes, he’ll drag Hoodie along to record it for you so he can watch the whole time. Toby definitely cheers the loudest out of the entire crowd at the end, even throwing a bouquet of flowers that he hand-picked from the forest up onto the stage for you to catch!

- You’d both love gaming together in your free time and I can see him convincing you to play Work at a Pizza Place with him on Roblox. Let’s just say this kleptomaniac likes to burn innocent kids in the pizza ovens 💀

- I feel like you’d both cuddle facing each other and he’d enjoy playing with your hair and connect the dots (your freckles) with his fingertip. He might squish your belly or chubby areas, but it’s not in a teasing way! He just loves every inch of you.

- After the first time you surprise him with a cake, Toby would love it so much that he’d ask to help you out the next time you bake. He tries so hard but 100% screws up in tiny ways, which makes him get all shy and cute. You refuse to tell him the frosting’s secret recipe while the cake’s cooling, so he’ll wait right outside the kitchen against the wall so you guys can still talk as you finish up the cake.

- He’d enjoy reading romance mangas with you and you both squeal and kick your feet over the cutesie moments in them together.

- He’ll pick you up cute trinkets from any missions he goes on. They’ll probably have blood on them but he tries to remember to wipe it off before giving them to you.

- If you need someone to look over the lyrics of a song you write or listen to you sing it, Toby is not your best bet if you’re looking for brutally honest constructive criticism. It’s not that he’s dishonest, he just thinks the songs are perfect because you wrote them.

- His kisses are really soft and he likes to kiss all over your face especially. He tries to only use the unscarred side of his lips to peck you despite you not being grossed out about it. Toby’s just trying to be polite to his first girl.

- You guys definitely have deep moments and crying sessions after you find out he’s a killer and he relates to your strong dislike of bigots and hostile people in general.

- He may or may not try to show you caterpillars he finds in hopes of getting you over your fears. If it backfires and you freak out though, he’ll gently put it back and hug you while apologizing profusely.

- Toby absolutely adores the height difference between you guys because you’re only up to the middle of his chest when you two hug!!

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #romantic relationships

[rosemaryandarsenic]

Gareth has an oral fixation 100% and no one can change my mind

-Kinda mouthing on soda can tabs

-Holding his necklace in his mouth

-Slightly biting on his drumsticks during practice

-I feel like he’d chew on dice if given the chance

!!Nsfw!!

-just sucking on his s/o’s chest to fall asleep

-or their fingers during sex

-literally giving hickeys to thighs whenever he can

-Chompy (your new anon with an oral fixation)

AGREED. I’ve got a few more, TW for smoking and alcohol!

I also think he’d be the kind of person to vape because it’s accessible, which is a problem lol but it’s pretty common for a lot of people.

He’s def a biter, in every sense of the word. He’d give you love bites but also he’s just constantly putting things in his mouth because that’s how he deals with stuff. He’s probably subtle about it but you’re 100% right about him chewing on his necklace. He probably also chews on his hair.

One step further with the dice thing - I just KNOW he’s put multiple sets of D&D die in his mouth lmao.

Baby Gareth sucked on his thumb well past the normal age range lmfao. I was like this too as a kid, everything went in my mouth.

Guessing he probably likes to snack a lot because it’s stimulating, not really bc he’s hungry. Got bullied for it unfortunately but I think it’s cute, def the kid who always had gum in his mouth.

Chews on his erasers and straws.

As much as he’s got his own way of satisfying his oral fixation, I think he also just loves watching other people use their mouths. (That sounds so weird lol but I don’t know how else to phrase it.) Like, you’re licking food off your fingers and he’s just staring, entranced. Would always buy you ice cream or candy or messy food just to see you use your mouth.

Absolutely loves giving head bc of this.

Will lick you given the chance. Like he’d walk up and just lick your check then walk away and it’s equally confusing and hot.

Yes also to the hickies, but also he’s a big kisser in general. Anytime you’re within his space bubble you’re getting pecks on the lips or the neck or the hand or your cheek.

This man would go to town on your boobs, esp if you have nipple piercings holy hell.

Loves making out, can do it for hours.

Bites his nails! Has you paint them so he can quit it.

Licks his lips a lot, chews on them when he’s really focused.

When he’s nervous he brushes his lips with his thumb, doesn’t realize he’s doing it.

Likes to eat ice.

This one’s kind of depressing but he’s probably had maybe a little bit of a drinking problem as an adult (it’s pretty common with oral fixations). Switched to sparkling water and smoking instead, eventually quit smoking too. Got worried he’d be like his dad too much.

This is why he drinks Dr Pepper (like that one scene where he’s nursing the can at the lunch table).

[galadrail]

More Tim sketch !

And the no color version ! ( click for better quality)

#tim drake fanart #tim drake wayne #tim drake #my art #drawing #digital fanart #digital art #art #fanart #dc fanart #artists on tumblr #actually i don’t know what to say #i Like more his face on the brown one #just some sketches #he had snack bites because i have them and i love this piercings so much #and i found that pretty on him #so just take it

[romeulusroy]

HIIII OMG i would love a succession ship with one of the guys pleaaase! :)

My name is Ann, I speak (Austrian) German and English, I'm transmasc (go with they/he prn.) and demisexual and 20y.o. I'm have a lot of "different" personalities depending on how much I know/like the other person but typically I'm very introverted, make stupid jokes all the time, don't talk about my feelings, anxious and don't really think before I talk because my thoughts go 100km/h. I'm 1,62m tall, have an outgrown wolfcut red and black hairdye, snake bite piercings and a ton of moles all over my body - some look like starconstellations (i cut the tip of my left ringfinger off). I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression three years ago and my therapist also thinks I might be on the autism spectrum. My favourite bands are Depeche Mode, Interpol, Placebo, Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins and Strawberry Swithblade (dark post-punk but also stuff like Geier Sturzflug, Blur and The Divine Comedy). I also absolutely love coming of age movies from the 90s early 2000s. I want to study Arts or maybe architecture in University and want to own a small vintage car and live in a really old building in vienna. I HATE when ppl are walking too close behind me, chew loudly, touch/breath on my neck and constantly bombard me without giving me a break. My favourite place is the big meadow in front of my house where all the flowers are blooming now and bees and bumblebees are flying around.

This is so long I'm so sorry! I really love your writing and everytime I'm on here I'm excited when I see you posted something :)

Hi my love! I ship you with: Lukas Matsson!!!

He loves all your moles and freckles. He can't keep his hands to himself when he's with you. When you're in bed together he traces them, counts them, draws little pictures with them. He loves your body and all those little spots it just make you more you. It's gets quite ticklish though and sometimes you have to beg him to stop so you can catch your breath. He also loves your hair. He's not very adventurous with his appearance, so he can appreciate when you are with yours. He keeps the hair dye brand you use stocked in the bathroom, just in case you feel like changing it up. He even tried to help once, dyeing your hair, though that ended up with little splats of color all over the bathroom and one of his nice shirts totally ruined.

You love his humor. It can come off as strange or dry, especially when you first met, but once you get to know one another, you can't stop smiling. He's always in a joking mood. Especially when you're not feeling your best or you're anxious about something, he'd always trying to get you to smile, to laugh, to make the situation a little better, a little easier. You have a lot of inside jokes as well that can always guarantee a laugh.

Your relationship is simple. You and Lukas both know what you like, what you don't like. You talk things through like adults, even when it's hard to do so. He knows that when you need breaks, it's not anything to take personally, rather it's just that you need you space from everyone. He constantly plays all your favorite songs for you, over the speakers, through the house. He puts on a one-man-show with them, singing into an imaginary microphone. It's adorable.

Your first date is watching a movie. He has his own movie theater in his house, so you've got the place to yourself. You put on one of your favorite coming of age films. He not so shyly puts his arm around you halfway through, too. You get all kinds of snacks and it's the most fun you've had in a long time. Lukas doesn't really care what you watch, as long as he gets to spend time with you, that's what matters. He's been trying to work up the confidence to ask you out for ages, though he'd always been a bit flirty even before you realized he meant it in a way that's more than friends.

Relationship Headcanon: Lukas buys a house in Vienna, the old one you've been eyeing forever. It has everything you've ever wanted and more. He's not a huge fan of the creaking floorboards or the few cobwebs, but the look on your face when you realize what he's done makes it entirely worth it. Now you've got a home in Austria as well as Sweden and a few other places around the world. You thank him a million times over, but he doesn't mind. Your happiness is enough.

Thank you so much my love!!! That means the world!! I really hope you like it! 💜💜💜

#lukas matsson #kaitbishop-ships

[lostmyshadesanon]

🦊 Here with my yearly contribution to the melting of @teyvat-writer 's braincells. A lot less set up to this one compared to last year, I hope you can forgive me, and I hope you have a lovely 🍰 day and many a good fortune! This one is early so it's not their bday yet everyone.

Stefano Valentini x Male!Reader (Part 1/?)

Tags: NSFW. No smut this chapter unfortunately. Violence. Blood. Death. The rude public. It's Stefano guys come on.

You stood outside the Krimson City Gallery freezing your ass off. You were shivering harder than that poor Chihuahua that passed you tucked away in it's owner's Gucci handbag.

Tonight all the rich and richer were gathering at the gallery to watch the grand unveiling of an artist you hadn't quite caught the name of. But you felt that you should be cut some slack considering that you were running on five hours of total sleep in the past three days, a stomach load of that vile tar the break room called coffee, and enough spite to reanimate the dead.

The "perks" of being the new rookie cop for the Krimson City Police Force meant that you were everyone's bitch. Or the more polite term would be the team gopher. Go for this and go for that. Get these files scanned in before lunch newbie, go get coffee for the detectives newbie, call the 80 year old technophobic witness who screams in your ears for hours newbie, and you could go on but you're afraid you'll knock yourself out reciting the mundane list of tasks.

And now to add to the list you were acting as line security during the dead of winter checking entrance seeker's tickets, and taking the brunt of those in lines irritability due to the cold. It had been a last minute assignment by the chief to add you to the group participating in the gallery's security and because of that your wardrobe was vastly unprepared.

You were supporting just the basic KPD uniform, which was more suited for the spring or fall, a red scarf you had just had the for thought to snag from your locker before being whisked out the door, your uniform's hat that didn't even brush your ears leaving them a bright red due to the biting cold, and your thermal socks desperately fighting to keep your toes from becoming ice blocks.

You squinted your eyes against the piercing wind, customer service smile plastered on your face, as you stamped the entrance ticket for another guest, that's coat cost more than your monthly rent as they angrily ranted about how long they had to wait in line, and did you know who they are?!?!

Externally you bowed your head in apology, and gestured them off to the next officer in line that was fortunately for them, and filled you with jealousy, inside the door to take their coat to check for weapons. Internally you glanced down at the rude event goer's red soled stilletos and contemplated how easy it would be run the point heel into the top of their foot on "accident" not enough to break the arch but enough to leave a bruise for DAYS.

Your smile just that much more plastic you turned to the next person in line. Locking eyes with very amused brown ones. You jolted up into formal posture trying to raise your shaking limbs into a salute, but they couldn't stay still long enough to hold the posture.

"Detective Castellanos!" You stuttered teeth chattering.

His eyes raked over you quickly before he whistled and shook his head at your appearance. "Damn, they're really running you hard aren't they newbie? Hand off your gear to Kidman here. She'll take over. And we'll take you to the break room to get warmed up."

You were ready to cry with gratitude if you didn't think it would freeze your lids shut. Carefully you handed off the stamp and entry list to Junior Detective Kidman and stumbled after Detective Castellanos.

Once inside the gallery he swiftly lead you through a side door and into a break room full of officers, a white board full of scribbles and grainy printed off pictures, and what looked like a table full of catered snacks. Detective Castellanos dropped you off in a chair next to the heater before detouring back to the whiteboard.

"All Right!" Castellanos called out silencing the idle chatter amongst the officers. "You all know why we're here, but just as a recap. There is a murderer going around pretending to be the next Van Gogh. He's kidnapping the rich and the beautiful before brutally mutilating them and then murdering them. He leaves photos at the crime scenes of the victims last moments before death, and what our analysts say is his form of a signature on his "art". A big show like this art exhibit is a prime space for him to kidnap a new victim, or and our analysts believe he has enough of an ego, to try and hijack this event and show off his "art" in place of Mr. Valentini's. Stay on your toes! That is all."

The crowd of officer started to disperse towards their assigned tasks, and thankfully to your nearly clutching the heater had warmed you up enough that you only had slight numbness and tingles in your extremities. Detective Castellanos popped up in front of you again grabbing you by the back of your uniform and bustling you out of the room. "Your with me newbie. Time to learn!"

Excitement hummed through your blood. You're sure with the amount of officers on the premise that, the newspaper appointed Photo Killer, wouldn't dare try something tonight but it's the most exciting thing that's happened to you all week! Carefully following Detective Castellanos around the Gallery as he pointed out places of entry, suspicious activity of viewers and what it could mean, and the rotation of officers in and out of the building.

Throughout the evening you had gotten close enough to Detective Castellanos for him to allow you to call him as just Detective or Sebastian, apparently Castellanos reminds him to much of when his mother would scream at him across the house when she was mad he released frogs indoors. You also learned about some of his past like he was divorced, and when he took on his new partners Joseph and Kidman. He even ruffled your hair at some point in the night though you jammed him in the side for that one, freezing for a moment in fear at the blatant disrespect before relaxing when Sebastian laughed through his wheezing, due to the pain.

You were filled with the determination to learn and a subtle need to please the Detective that seemed to be taking you under his wing! If you did well he might add you to his team which would be a fast pass to becoming a detective. At least you were determined for the first few hours by the time it was pushing close to midnight and you were now at close to four days without sleep you were about at your limit.

You could tell Sebastian was getting close to suggesting you call it a night, when the bell tolled midnight, and the lights cut out with a sudden pop. Screaming filled the venue when you felt Sebastian grab your arm firmly and start pulling you closer to a wall so as not to get separated. He was barking into the walkie talkie demanding to know what was going on.

As you were being pulled forward you swore you could taste something metallic just in the back of your throat. It reminded you of pennies you had been dared to put in your mouth back in your play ground days but where was it coming from?

Just as suddenly as the light went out a spot light appeared in the direction Sebastian was dragging you. A woman doing the splits was within the lights, her hands tied up above her head similar to a ballerina's pose her red soled pointing towards the cieling easily visible, her terrified but familiar eyes locked with yours before the lights clicked off again. A camera flash illuminated her for a brief second, and you saw a man standing over the woman with a knife, before the lights flooded the venue back to full brightness once more.

The woman was dead at your feet, blood pouring from her throat and stomach staining her outfit, in a manner similar to a tutu, a dark red and spreading slowly outwards to cover your feet. You knew her. It was the rude woman from the line. The one you could vaguely remember daydreaming about stomping on her foot with the very heels you could so clearly see now. Distantly you heard Sebastian curse as all hell broke loose behind you as gallery goer's screamed and tried to run for the exists.

"Newbie!" Sebastian yelled, "Secure the crime scene! Don't let anyone touch her. I have to make sure that no one leaves the premise! Our killer's here!" Sebastian repeated his orders into the walkie talkie as he sprinted towards the main entrance.

You didn't have to do much everyone was giving the woman a wide birth, if they were anywhere close at all. Carefully observing her while your fellow officers rushed around the scene. You jolted in shock when a man got close to you from behind.

"Sir you can't get any closer this is a crime scene!" You hurried exclaimed while turning around your eyes immediately connected with an intrigued blue grey eye, the other covered carefully up by dark brown hair.

"I wasn't going to disturb her." The man said his voice more of a pur. "But I admit I was a bit curious about the beautiful man appraising her so closely when he didn't take a single look at my gallery all night, and to learn what about her intrigues him so?" Icy eyes staring deeply into your own his head tilting in question and a rogueish smile tilting the corners of his lips pulling at the barely visible scaring under his fringe.

"Oh! You must be Mr. Valentini! You saw me? How? I mean how did you see I didn't admire your work?" You stuttered out about to continue asking the man to back away from the crime scene when he caught your gesturing hand and brought it to his slightly chapped lips.

"For a beautiful treasure such as yourself I am Stefano, and your scarf... it's as red as blood if you'll forgive the comparison and quite easy to track in a crowded hall such as this, and you dodged my question treasure." The question pulled from deep in the back of the artist's throat.

"Oh well," You stumbled over your answer a combination of nerves due to the inappropriate nature of your answers, and not wanting to offend the attractive man in front of you.

"Don't worry, treasure. I'm am artist any instructive criticism of my work is always welcomed." You flushed at the continued use of the pet name, and also the continued stroke of his gloved hand over your pulse as he retained ownership of your own. Though you had this small niggling feeling that the artist's words had more meaning than you thought.

You glanced around at all the paintings hung proudly around the Gallery. Before a brief flash of light drew your eyes down to a Polaroid of the poor victim floating softly in her blood. Guilty you glanced down and back up at him before stating, "Passion."

Stefano blinked slowly like a cat before mouthing the word. "Passion?"

You nodded swallowing thickly before continuing, "Your work is pretty. Don't get me wrong. Mr. Valent... Stefano! But it's kind of lifeless... That sounds terrible. It's just doesn't really have any feeling or passion in it."

Stefano continued to stroke your pulse with his thumb gesturing for you to continue but you could feel his grip become stronger his thumb pressing firmer against your wrist.

"But whomever the Photo Killer is. There's no denying his passion. It's terrible to say but each of his victims in their photos do look beautiful in a macabre sort of way... If he could get the same result without killing people I'm sure he'd be world famous because people would be moved by the passion he possesses for each of his works..." You were starting to feel a little uncomfortable as Stefano's grip continued to tightened the swiping thumb becoming faster and faster. You felt like you had tingles running down your spin from how intently he watched you.

"Yes," Stefano said in an almost could you say mournful voice? "If only such materials existed to communicate such art... Legally."

"Newbie!" The shout from Sebastian broke your staring contest with the artist. "Good you kept Mr. Valentini for questioning, and secured the crime scene." Sebastian carefully extracted you from Stefano's hold rubbing your wrist before directing you towards the door. Sebastian's eyes narrowed in distrust towards the artist's avid attention towards you.

Sebastian turned his head back to you. "Joseph just arrived why don't you give your statement to him, and head home I know you've been up for almost a week."

You nodded in understanding turning a way from that burning gaze and headed towards the door stopping only once at Stefano's call. "We should meet again soon, treasure. Our discussion on artistic perception was very enlightening."

You turned back enough to nod in understanding before continuing forward. You couldn't get your wrist to step tingling even after giving your statement to Joseph and you could feel that gaze tracking you everywhere.

Even when you get home and peeled off your uniformed. Only giving a brief thought to where your red scarf had disappeared to. You were more entranced by the clear ring of bruising around your wrist in the stark form of a hand print.

A/N:

Can I just say how much I hate that they spelled Stefano with an F instead of with a PH. Drives me insane.

I'm also a liar. I said there would be less setting for this one, and look at this a whole part one? What is this nonsense???

Once again Felix I hope you are doing amazing and if you want this edited at all to fit your preferences more just let me know. Just tell me if it's to much gore.

#stefano valentini #the evil within #the evil within 2 #stefano valentini x reader #stefano valentini x male!reader #sebastian castellanos

[non-binaryfrankenstein]

Ahhh!!! I completely forgot to post these!! I've had these headcanons for so long but I'm only now posting them :( But these are based on the Musical, Show and just my personal whatevers!! :] Also!! There are some things I had to research, however!! Just because I researched doesn’t mean I'm 100% right or understand every aspect!! So if you see something that is incorrect or offensive in any way, please please let me know!! I never wanna be a dick and get things wrong or spread misinformation. Anyways, I hope you guys like them!!  :] 

Patrick Star

He/Him/His

 They/Them/Their

Vibgender Neoboy

Panromantic Asexual

Caucasian 

Has freckles! But not nearly as much as Spongebob! :)

Wears make-up sometimes but normally just wears purple eyeshadow :D

Shorter than Squidward, As tall as Sandy, Taller than Spongebob :)

Disabled, chronic back and leg pain. 

On Disability Benefits but he also works as a Comic Book store cashier.

Sometimes he uses a walking stick, sometimes he can't walk at all due to pain. 

In fact, most of the time he has to lay on the couch only watching tv.

A lot of his ‘laziness’ is just him not being able to move

He is lazy by nature, but he sometimes just, can’t move at all and he feels guilty

Insomniac, Melatonin doesn’t help :(

Smokes weed but they mostly use CBD, both for his pain 

Crust Punk >:D

Soooooo many piercings, including tongue piercing, snake bites, eyebrow piercings, septum, bridge, and several ear piercings!!

Most of the time, after work, he can’t move or be active enough to make an actual meal so he just sits on his couch/bed and eats junk food.

Also, unfortunately, like many others, he is broke most of the time due to his little work hours and little disability money

Luckily, he has loving friends. Spongebob and Sandy not only prepare meals for him, but both of them and Squidward give him fresh veggies/fruit he can snack on instead of chips or pretzels.

He tries to ‘pay’ them back by de-weeding their gardens. 

They even give him a tiny garden for himself <3

Also, they try to get him to go to the pool so he gets the exercise that doesn’t add more stress to him. :D

However, he is INCREDIBLY strong! 

Un-styled, his hair is long and straight, about a bit longer than shoulder length!

But, also like to put his hair in a pompadour :) 

His natural hair color is brown!

Paints his nails with Sandy and Sponge! :D

Normally he paints them teal, purple, green, pink or yellow :)

Funky socks 24/7 B)

Does a lot of DIY stuff, such as pins, sewing or even making his own jewelry! :D

His cane is COVERED in stickers :)  

Likes to cook, he just doesn’t have the time to do so and it ends up tasting bland/burnt

He loves sweet food the most.

Absent-minded, but not dumb

Video game and comic nerd. In fact, just a nerd. 

Himbo

Just a sweetie-pie <3

Their Dad and Mom are divorced and they had joint custody, his mom is not supportive of their queerness, but his dad is

He was bullied as a kid, so he beat them up in return, leading to a bad school record. 

But also sometimes couldn't go to school because of the sheer pain they had. 

He and his sister are close, even if they don’t talk much

Put flowers in his hair PLEASE <33

Can play guitar and drums :)

They CANNOT sing at ALL 

His ring is the BFF ring from the Idiot Box episode! :D

Peach fuzz on his face

Sometimes makes and wears friendship and beaded bracelets.

Dude bruh man 

Just a good guy <3

Spongebob SquarePants

Any and All pronouns!! (Including Neo-pronouns)

GenderFluid and Gender Queer

Aromantic and Asexual

African-American

He has Vitiligo and freckles!

Chubby cheeks! <3

Sometimes has bleached and straighted hair, but natural hair is black and has 2c hair type. 

But!! Because it's not the best for his hair, he normally just Bleached it and keeps it natura.

Wears thicc square black glasses :)

Hair is Ethan Slater's musical style when straightened :)

They like to wear make-up but normally just blush and mascara :)

But she doesn’t even need makeup, his eyelashes are just on a whole other level.

Proud Fry-Cook of the Krusty Krab! >:D 

Loves to Jelly-Fish with Patrick!

Also, he is a total nerd too! Comics + video games :)

They love cooking! And baking, and everything with food! 

She tries new recipes all the time! 

Wears all types of clothes, from suits to dresses to skirts to crop tops! :D

BUT, zey will only wear boots! >:/ (maybe sandals if he is at the beach or too warm)

Xe loves gardening and trying to grow new plants :)

Both their mom and dad are supportive of their queerness. They just want their kid to be happy :) 

She loves his pet Gary so much <33 And pet clam! (That one is actually from the Spongebob Bible!)

Fun fact: Gary is a sphinx cat with a sweater on :) (At least to me!)

They are smart! But very, very naive.

Perfectionist too!

Can play the Ukulele :D

Their Ukulele is COVERED in stickers as well!

Her singing voice is very high pitched yet very sweet and nice to listen to 

Normally bikes everywhere because they cannot get their license for her life!

So weak. :( He can barely pick up a can of soup :(

He shows her love through touch a lot! i.e hugs, cheek kisses, and hand-holding!

They love sweets the most!

Matching rings with Pat

Now, this idea isn’t mine but @itsalwayzsunnyjnphilly’s idea! So the paperclip S in “Sandy, Spongebob, and the Worm” was made into a necklace! Please go check them out! :D

Another sweetie pie!

Sandy Cheeks

She/Her/Hers

 Xe/Xer/Xers

Demigirl

Demiromantic Asexual Lesbian

African-American

Wears all sorts of makeup! But mainly just mascara, blush, lipstick, eyebrows, and that kinda stuff :)

Xe has Cystic Fibrous and needs portable oxygen therapy when out, but only needs hand-held oxygen at home

Made her bag for holding oxygen look like the periodic table! :D

She is RIPPED, but only works out at home for safety with muscle training.

However, she normally wears her lab coat so she usually looks skinny

She normally has her nails painted white, purple, or pink :)

She rarely follows lab instructions because gets so caught up in the experiment, so xe has a bunch of scars and bandages on her.

Her getting caught up in science also makes her forget to eat, so on Spongebob’s break, both he and Patrick go to her place with burgers and fries to make sure she eats. 

Sometimes Pat stays and reads comic books with or without Sandy.

However! She does have a fade so her hair isn’t too long and doesn’t catch on fire :) 

Her hair is also around 4b

Speaking of science, she is a freelance scientist in Bikini Bottom, though she sometimes has to travel.

Xe also likes to ramble about science, and Spongebob and Pat just listen and sit there like ‘our friend is so smart <33’ 

Whenever they watch a Sci-Fi movie on movie night, xe CONSTANTLY question the logic. 

Pat and Sponge are just trying to watch a movie and she keeps disproving everything :((

Loves Country music and has a Southern accent

“Country boi,,,, I love yoooooooooooooooouu, EcH.”

Can play the Guitar, Banjo, and the flute :D 

Her singing voice is nice and soothing. But Xe can hit some HIGH notes

Xe is a daredevil! Sponge and Pat worry but she’s just like ‘lol’ and does a death-defying feat

Xe loves salty and spicy foods the most!

Her favorite snack is nuts! Shocker :) 

Whenever she gets homesick, she likes to be alone and listen to Country music

Just a smart buff lady <33

Sweetie pie #3

Squidward Tentacles

He/Him/His

Cisgender

Biromantic Bisexual

Caucasian

He doesn’t wear make-up but isn’t opposed to wearing it, such as eyeliner :)

Dumpy grumpy >:/ 

Such a sourpuss! 

But, he is like a Sour Patch Kid, bitter on the outside, sweet on the inside. 

He is trying to be nicer, but when someone is rude, he tends to lash out. Big Time

This dude is so eloquent yet so simple with insults.

His mother was a single mom, loving and encouraging of Squidward. 

His more ‘fancy’ and ‘strict’ personality is from his mom teaching him to behave so they can have better chances in life. 

So she never discouraged him or snapped at him! She would never, she was his number one supporter. But, for a better future, he needed to be quiet mostly. 

Because young Squidward both loved his mother and understood the severity of his behavior, he listened.

However, other kids would bully him for his femininity, clarinet playing, and quiet nature 

As it got worse, he had to have a sharp tongue, leaving people flustered so they’d leave him alone. If he were the asshole, no one would bother him.

However, Spongebob, Patrick, and Sandy started to help him try to grow.

I actually have a story for that if you guys wanna hear it! :)

So now the trio has a new member! :D

Mostly just the awkward, occasionally sarcastic friend. 

Touch-sensitive, a fact Spongebob has to be very careful of as not to make him feel uncomfortable

 He can play the clarinet, very well in fact! But only when he is confident. :(

Good singing voice too! Clear yet a bit nasally with a hint of depth

He loves to garden and cook/bake

But it MUST be extra. Or else >:(

He has a receding hairline, but his hair is just like Spongebobs when they straighten their hair :)

His natural hair is also black! :) 

He only has freckles on his forehead. 

He has so many wrinkles, where are they coming from??? 

Likes to paint his nails too, but only black, purple, or blue. :)

Used to have a cat named Shelly, but had to give her up. 

Gives Patrick a veggie basket every time he harvests his garden, making sure to make it look good with bows and flowers :)

Loves loves LOVES musicals!

Loves to also wear suits and button-ups

Loves savory food the most

You know what? He’s the awkward wine aunt friend. That's it. I have decided >:) 

Not a complete sweetie pie, but 75% sweetie pie, 25% sour pie :)

I hope you guys enjoyed these, if you read this far, thank you!! :D Have a great day! :]

#spongebob #headcannons #spongebob musical #:]

[sparklingchim]

long way home 10 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: they're just disgustingly sweet in this one i wanna cry, they talk about period?

summary: the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

a/n: this left me craving for some chocolate cake 🥴

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Jungkook," you whine.

"Y/n."

Your chest heavily rises up and down, partly because you've been quarreling with Jungkook for a good ten minutes and partly because the whiff you get from Jungkook's laundry detergent - because he's hovering over you - makes you dizzy in the head.

"Please?" you try again, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Give me the remote."

"No."

"Y/n." The demanding cadency of his voice sends little shivers down your spine. You slide further down the couch till you're fully laying on your back. Both arms still behind your back to hide the remote from him.

"I don't wanna watch an action movie," you sulk.

"And I don't wanna watch a sappy k-drama."

"We won't be watching a sappy k-drama."

He rolls his eyes, followed by a groan right after. "All k-dramas are sappy."

"They're not!"

"Baby, please," he says. Jungkook nuzzles his head between your shoulder and neck. His arms are caging your head between them.

"But it's my birthday." You let both your arms come out from behind your back, the remote still uncomfortably laying between your spine and the couch. Your fingers naturally comb through his fluffy dark hair.

"Technically, it was yesterday." His mumbling against your neck has you biting your lip for a moment. His hands find your waist and you feel his fingers slowly trying to reach under your back.

You bend your leg and kick him on his tummy with your knee. "Don't you fucking dare," you snap, hands wrapped around his wrists to stop him.

Raising his head from your neck he looks down at you with a glower.

"Don't look at me like that," you huff. "I wanna watch Vincenzo. And it won't be sappy at all! It's about mafia and...well, I don't know much about it except that Song Joong-ki plays the lead role. You'll probably end up liking it too." You can't stop yourself from reaching for Jungkook's mouth and thumbing his bottom lip. You play with his lip piercing for a couple of seconds, staring at with fascination like you've never seen it before.

Jungkook sighs. "Fine."

You smile at your win. Jungkook pushes himself off the couch. Just when you're sitting up too and type the name of the drama into the TV, Nabi suddenly starts wailing in the nursery room.

Jungkook gets up without a word. Before he enters her nursery you hear him say, "Did my little butterfly wake up, hm?"

He walks out with Nabi hugging his side a few seconds later. "It's dinner time for miss Nabi now," Jungkook announces a he walks past you with Nabi, who has crocodile tears running down her chubby cheeks and little sniffles escaping her lips.

You grow soft for a second before you jump up and follow them to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry too," you say.

With still a pout visible on her lips, Nabi stretches her arms out for you.

A smile appears on your face and you take her in your arms. Now that Jungkook has his hands free, he opens a cabinet and pulls out a glass jar of baby food.

"But we just had burgers?" Jungkook replies confused.

It has probably been only two hours since you've had burgers at that new place that Jungkook was so excited to try out.

"I know. I'm just craving some chocolate right now." You open up the drawer where he stores all of his snacks inside.

"I dunno if I have any left," Jungkook mumbles, too occupied with preparing Nabi's food.

"Oh, what's that?" you ask as something that has chocolate on the package peaks your interest. But as you bring it closer to study it you realise that it's mint chocolate. You scrunch up your nose. "Ew." You put it back into the drawer. "Can you believe that your dada eats something like that, Nabi? He's so weird, isn't he?"

"People who dislike mint chocolate are the weird ones."

"Jungkook, you need to go grocery shopping. Your snacks are very disappointing. There's no chocolate." You close the drawer with a huff.

"I had planned to go grocery shopping tomorrow," he tells you. "Why are you so keen to eat chocolate now anyway?"

"Got my period today," you mutter as you walk past him to get to the refrigerator.

"What?" Jungkook turns to you, eyes big. "Are you okay?"

You nod, opening the refrigerator door to scan the food inside.

"Really? I can get you some pain killers? A heat pad? Want me to go the the convenience store real quick and get you some chocolate?"

His caringness coaxes a smile on your lips. "No need to. I'm actually doing fine this time around." No cramps, no aching back, no sensitive boobs. The only symptom you're suffering from is your craving for chocolate.

"No cramps?" he inquires.

"Uh-huh."

There's still concern lingering in Jungkook's eyes when you take a quick look at him. "I can make some popcorn if you'd like."

"Sounds good."

Nabi plays with your hair while you continue to examine the contents of the refrigerator.

You gasp when your eyes land on a piece of cake. "The cake!" you exclaim, your greedy hand immediately reaching for it.

"Right. I totally forgot about it."

The waitress mistook Jungkook and you for a couple and gave the both of you a piece of a chocolate cake to share. You both were too full to even have a bite, so Jungkook asked to get it boxed up. This wasn't the first time someone had misjudged Jungkook and you for a couple, but it was still awkward.

You sit down the kitchen table with your cake and a fork.

It doesn't need much longer till Nabi's food is ready. You feed her while eating too and Jungkook is busy making popcorn.

"You know, your life would be much easier with a microwave," you observe as you watch Jungkook standing in front of the closed pot with the popcorn inside.

"Microwaves are harmful."

"But imagine how fast it could heat up your food?"

"I'm not getting one."

"You could save so much time not having to put Nabi's food in a water bath every time."

"I can wait 5 minutes."

"But can Nabi?"

"Nabi isn't a glutton. She can wait."

"Wouldn't agree with that," you say as you watch Nabi dip her fingers into the glass jar.

Jungkook turns around. You can see the exact moment when crease between his eyebrows vanishes and a faint smile tugs on his lips as he takes in the sight of Nabi messily trying to eat more of her food.

He walks toward her, probably wanting to help to clean her up, but then he hears it pop on the stove and immediately spins around.

"Please don't burn the kitchen down." You take a few tissues from the table and wipe Nabi's tiny fingers clean with it.

"I've got this!" A few seconds pass before Jungkook says, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." You give Nabi a spoonful of food before you let yourself eat some of the cake.

"What's going on between Jimin and you?" He looks over his shoulder, a solemn expression on his face.

"We're friends," you shrug. You knew he was going to mention Jimin at one point. You weren't exactly sure when though.

"Friends?"

"Yes, friends. Why?"

Now he's the one that shrugs. "Just asking. Didn't look like friends to me yesterday, that's all."

Well, that's because he didn't know what had happened before, but you don't feel like explaining either. You also don't feel like telling him that you made out with Jimin again yesterday night. Maybe some other time.

"He is nice though. I don't get why you don't like him."

"I do like him. When have I ever said that I don't?"

"I can tell when you don't like someone."

"I don't have anything against him," he presses.

"Okay, if you say so." You don't want to argue with him so you change the topic. "Hey, do you still have the party hat that you put on Nabi yesterday?" you ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wanna take a picture with Nabi wearing it and send it to my mum."

"Sure, I'll give it to you later."

Once the popcorn is done you three are back in the living room, watching the k-drama that you had picked out for the night. Nabi is laying on Jungkook's chest with her back and a pacifier in her mouth. You've got your leg thrown over his lap, hugging his arm and resting your head on his shoulder. You love to cuddle with them, it feels safe and comforting.

"You sure you're okay?" Jungkook's hands moves to your tummy, patting it gently.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"Good," he says, but doesn't stop to softly rub his hand at the place just beneath your tummy.

Jungkook only leans back satisfied after he gives Nabi and you a kiss on the temple.

You smile, snuggling closer to him.

This, you think. This is what love feels like.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook scenario #bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #dilf jungkook #jungkook smut #single dad au #jungkook angst

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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[butwhyduh]

Been Awhile

Roy Harper x reader

Summary: he’s been gone for a mission and comes back home mad thirsty

Warning: smut, Roy has a filthy mouth

You were totally fine. You didn’t almost burn out the motor to your toy while looking at pictures of Roy while imagining licking his tattoos and then everywhere else. It had been a full month since you last saw him and you were missing him so much at this point that you missed his tinkering and the smell of a soldering iron.

The first thing Roy did was pick up Lian from her aunt Artemis’s house and brought her home. He had stopped and got her the biggest Lego set he could find.

“This says 8 and up but I’m only 6,” she squealed.

“Since you can read that it’s 8 and up, I think you’ll do fine. Now let’s build a castle. Do you want a Princess or dragon?” Roy asked dumping it out on the carpet.

“A Princess dragon!” She said as if it was obvious.

“What was I thinking? Of course, a Princess dragon,” he said and they started building. You grabbed them a snack and joined them on the floor. Roy’s attention was on Lian but he occasionally gazed at you before going back to playing. After a few hours, Lian started yawning as it was close to bed.

“Alright kiddo, why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? It’s getting late now,” Roy said getting up and stretching. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt rose just enough to see a strip of flat stomach. Roy grinned at you when he noticed.

He spent the next 20 minutes getting Lian in bed and another 20 minutes wasting time cleaning up while waiting for her to go to sleep. Roy kept his eyes on you. Staring at your ass as you bent to pick up a stuffed animal, your breasts when you put another toy on a high shelf. And when he was certain that Lian was asleep, he pounced.

“Baby,” Roy said pulling you close by the hips. You covered a giggle with your hand before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck have I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied. Roy kissed you and his hands roamed your body; running across your back and down to cup your ass and up to squeeze your breasts. “Eager,” you said with a little smirk.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he muttered against your skin. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You wanted him for sure but you weren’t that ready to go. “Couldn’t even rub one out because it was fucking communal showers and bunks. So it’s been 2 weeks. I had a wet dream the other night like I was a fucking teenager.”

“Damn Roy,” you flushed at his language. He started peeling your shirt off. “The bedroom, not here,” you insisted. He pulled you along quickly. As soon as the door shut, he was yanking your shirt and bra off.

“Fuck baby, your tits,” he whined before bending to kiss and nip at them. He looked up at you with a smiling mouth full of nipple causing you to shiver. He playfully lapped at the bud. “I’ve miss you girls,” he said giving the other breast attention, causing you to laugh. “We’re having a very important conversation here. Excuse us,” he joked to you while cupping them both.

“Hey now,” you laugh. “Can we get to the bed first?”

Roy picked you up over his shoulder as you squealed. He turned his head to gently sink his teeth in the meat of your ass. You jumped in surprise. “Nice ass. Take a bite out of it,” he murmured and did it again before laying you on the bed and crawling beside you.

You turned to your side and started kissing. You pulled Roy’s shirt off at one point and started kissing down his neck and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, rubbing him through his boxers. He was already throbbing.

“You think you could?” He asked looking down. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for days.”

“Damn, you’re thirsty,” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whined. “I swear that sex is the only thing on my mind. I can’t handle going this long.”

“These full,” you asked, reaching your hand in his shorts and cupping his balls. He hissed and leaned into your touch with a nod. “I’ll take pity on you,” you teased.

“Just a little blow job,” he asked.

You started kissing down his chest while pushing his shorts down his legs. Roy was already leaking hard. You ran your hand up his thigh and jerked him a few times and gently cupped his balls before going back and forth. Roy was already breathing heavy and his pale skin was flushed red as his hair.

You playfully ran your fingers through the thatch of reddish brown hair above his dick and Roy’s hips moved towards your hand. It was intoxicating to see him so worked up. Sure, Roy always had a high sex drive but he loved the build up and act of sex just as much as the release usually but you could tell that his mind was only on getting off today.

You finally took him in your mouth and Roy let out a shaky breath. You sucked at the head while gently jerking the base. Roy was so fucking hard and was making so much noise that you were throbbing between your own legs. Thank god Lian was all the way across the apartment.

“Fuck, baby. Better than I imagined,” Roy breathed. He was gripping the sheets tightly in hand. You looked up at him and ran your free hand over the divots of his abs and Roy closed his eyes. He knew if he watched you suck him off, he would but almost immediately.

But then you cupped his balls while hollowing your cheeks as you took him deep and he spasmed and came suddenly. “I-“ was all he got out before a warm bitter wetness filled your mouth. Roy pushed your shoulders back to where his dick wasn’t in your mouth anymore but it didn’t help because instead he came on your face.

“Oh,” you gasped while trying to be a good girlfriend and jerk him through his high.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said as he came down from his high. “I didn’t mean- I was gonna warn you but I couldn’t even speak,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Shit, that wasn’t the plan,” he said. Roy quickly grabbed his shirt to wipe your face off.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said with a smile. You climbed up and kissed him on the lips. Roy smiled at you. “I mean, I made you cum so hard you couldn’t speak. I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should. And when my soul returns to my body, I am definitely gonna blow your brains out,” he said and you huffed out a laugh. His casual frank sex language always got you.

“Yeah?” You asked as Roy held you close.

“Yep! Gonna try to see if I can make you cry or squirt when you cum,” he added.

“Roy,” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“Babe, I saw the fucking light when I came,” he said. “No joke. And I was thinking about you on the way home and had to think about baseball scores cuz I started chubbing up. Like a teenager or something.”

You covered his mouth with your hand. “That’s enough of that,” you said and he laughed before licking your hand.

“You won’t be saying that later,” he smirked.

“Yeah?” You challenged. Roy flipped you on your back and climbed over you.

“Absolutely. Now show me that pretty little pussy.”

“Roy!”

“Aww come on. It’s adorable when you get all flustered,” he said. You didn’t answer but let him pull your shorts off. Roy had a pleased smile on his face. “Fuck, my imagination has nothing on this,” he muttered while kissing down your chest. He opened your legs wide while roughly pulling a nipple in his mouth. You gasped as he let it go to repeat the same on the other side. He slid his tongue messily over your chest before planting wet kisses down your stomach.

Roy pushed your knees back to where you were wide and exposed to him. You shivered as he looked you over almost predatorily. Roy kissed down your leg and skipped over your pussy before going back up the other leg. He even kissed your hips and mound before moving down.

“Absolutely drenched,” he whispered. Roy lapped at your outer folds and even sucked on on before moving inward with precision. He knew what he was doing. You were panting by the time his tongue pierced between your folds and into your core. Roy started tongue fucking you and you let out breathy moans. You gripped the headboard behind you.

Roy grew more aggressive and messy in the best way. One hand held your legs up and the other squeezed and teased your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to whimper his name desperately in hopes he would finally pay attention to your clit. Knowing exactly what you wanted, he started lapping at the bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned far louder than you mean as he sucked your clit like a dying man.

“Don’t stop,” you whined and Roy’s hand that was grabbing your breast moved to hold your thigh to let his mouth dive deeper into your pussy. He was absolutely destroying you in the best way with sucking and lapping and swirling your clit with his very talented mouth and tongue. He could see you were close. The sounds you make and how your core would clench around nothing. Roy kept going and was rewarded with a sound like a sob before you whimpered out his name and spasmed below him. His mouth suddenly flooded with fluid that he happily lapped at through your high until you pushed his face away. He gave a chaste kiss to you sensitive clit that had you jumping and gasping before climbing back up your body to lay beside you.

“Still got it,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes while scooting on top of him.

“Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back, Harper,” you muttered with no real heat.

“What? I’m back to last name? I gave you a mind numbing orgasm and I get last named,” he pouted.

“It was alright,” you teased.

“That sob at the end said otherwise,” he protested with a roguish grin. You covered his mouth with your hand.

��Okay, ruining the afterglow there speedy,” you said. He laughed.

“Okay Princess. Let’s get you some sleep. That way I can wake you up before Lian gets up and actually fuck,” he said pulling the blankets over you both.

“Shhhh, less words.”

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