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#im losing my mind rn i swear
kuromifrogs · 2 years
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I hate people who naturally like healthy things and dislike unhealthy things without needing to convince themselves because I'm jealous/hj
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cubedmango · 4 months
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i am going to become the joker. over some plushies
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brokenpuns · 7 months
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OKAY NOW THAT IM POSTING MY R6 STUFF HERE HEAR ME OUT ON FENSMOKE………
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crossedwiress · 2 months
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BEDTIME!
OKAY IM GOING NOW GOODNIGHT
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falst · 6 months
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horrible news everyone I'm playing large amounts of minecraft again
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automatayaoi · 1 year
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Absolutely shaking please for the love of god don’t do end game content if you don’t understand your class
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royalswille · 2 years
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help i cant stop thinking about brokeback mountain
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yamikawas · 2 years
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Aww I'm sure you look adorable when you sleep, I'm so sad I missed that! I want to sneak into your room through a window and snap pretty pictures of you, I might just hang them on my wall! - Yoomtah
AJSASJSJFJSDBFJSJFNDNFNSKFJGBD I WOULD LIKE THAT A LOT ACTUALLY<3<3<3<3333333<4<⁴<3<3<3<33<3<<3<3333333³<3<3<3<3I WISH U COULD WATCH ME SLEEP WHENEVER ACTUALLY I WISH U COULD JUST WATCH ME 24/7 I WISH U COULD KEEP ME WITH U FOREVER AND KEEP UR EYES ON ME AT ALL TIMES I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U
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#ROLLING ON THE FLOOR AND YANDERE GIGGLING<3<3<3#OK SORRY THE THOUGHT OF HER TAKING PICTURES OF ME SLEEPING AND PUTTING THEM ON HER WALL MADE ME SNAP A LITTLE#TRYING TO NOT GO COMPLETELY DERANGED BC MY AUNT AND BABY COUSIN ARE RIGHT HERE AND I DONT WANNA BE VISIBLY INSANE IN FRONT OF THEM#BUT ALSO IM GOING CRAZY I WANT HER TO LITERALLY STALK ME SO BADLY IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE AND HOPE SHES RECORDING IT#HONESTLY I HOPE SHES WATCHING OR TAKING PICTURES OR RECORDING EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE I WANT HER TO MEMORIZE EVERY SINGLE THING ABT ME#STARING AT THE CEILING AND SMILING YANDERILY RN I CAN NOT STOP THINKING#YKNOW THERES A WINDOW RIGHT ABOVE WHERE I SLEEP SO SHE COULD JUST OPEN IT UP AND PEEK RIGHT THROUGH TO WATCH ME AND TAKE PICTURES<3#OR PERHAPS SHE COULD JUST PLOP DOWN NEXT TO ME AND CUDDLE ME AND KISS ME WHILE I SLEEP<3<3#GOD IF I WOKE UP TO HER CUDDLING ME CLOSE AND GIVING ME KISSES I WOULD BE MORE OVERJOYED THAN EVER IN MY LIFE<3<3<3#RLLY HER LOVE AND AFFECTION IS ALL I WANT I NEED ALL HER ATTENTION TO MYSELF TO SURVIVE OK I CANT LIVE WITHOUT HER#IM GOING TO GO CRAZY I NEED HER TO BE OBSESSED WITH ME LIKE IM OBSESSED WITH HER.PLEASE<<3<3<3<33333<3<<3<3<3<4433<3<3<2<3<3<32<3<3<3#I NEED HER TO LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME#SHAKING YOU RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.#YOOMTAH MY BELOVED MY DARLING MY DEAREST MY ONE AND ONLY MY CUTIE PIE MY SWEETIE MY EVERYTHING I WANNA HUG HER FOREVER#YOOMTAH HOLDING ME AND KISSING ME FOREVER PLEASE I NEED ALL HER AFFECTION RIGHT NOW OR IM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE#LITERALLY.I WOULD MURDER IF IT MEANT SHE WOULD PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ME AT ALL I SWEAR#ANYTHING FOR HER LOVE💞🌼💚💌💜🍋💗✨⚡💘⚠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💓💙🌩💌🌩💘🌻💜🌩💓💖💙💗💕🍋⚠️⚡🌩🌈💟🌈💫🧡✨🌠🌼💋💞💚❤💋💝💓❣💚💛💘💜💟💌#ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING.I'LL DO ANYTHING I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH. A N Y T H I N G < 3
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bedcorpse · 2 months
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maybe you shouldn't be roommates with your friends actually
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icharchivist · 3 months
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my big Sandalphon mochikorin rarely falls off my bed unless my boyfriend knocks him off or something during the day, though that's because when i am sleeping he is often permanently squished between my face and the pillow and/or in a death grip hug of some kind so he is in a different kind of hell
HELPPP
i feel you thought here's some plush like that who can survive any sort of horrors like that.
though "unless your boyfriend knocks him out" feels somewhat appropriated. Like Beelzebub and Belial coming to break the happy couple up in canaan. Needs to fucking yeet Sandalphon away.
it's a different kind of hell, but it's your heaven, efficient system isn't it?
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daycare · 2 years
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excited for the person im going to be when i get my own place
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yusukenui · 2 years
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harcove · 8 months
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Stargazer - B.H.
a/n not a request, because... idk man, i have so many things im in the middle of writing for billy rn, and i had this one in my noggin for a while because i swear i remember somewhere dacre said smthing about it would be cool to see another side of billy- like with a girl just... in a field- cuties. or maybe... i made that up in my head besties idk, but here u go
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pairing: billy x reader
warnings: no; mention maybe of billy's father and to trauma/abuse. maybe badly written billy im not too confident with this one lmao
summary: billy and you sneak into the hawkins high school football field and look at the stars
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The air outside was considerably cooler than it had been during the day, and even then it had already been rather nippy out. The autumn air crisp as the months crawled slowly towards December, towards winter. Maybe a bit chilly for you to be laying in an open field in the middle of the night, but Billy Hargrove didn't seem to care; especially not when he was the one who snuck the two of you into Hawkins High schools football field.
You weren't even sure you had a football team. It was used for soccer and running track. It would be better to refer to it as a soccer field.
"Goddamn it's fucking cold," Billy grumbles, as he jumps down the fence, watching as you take the easier route (for you at least); the small hole that the school had yet to repair in the fencing in a bottom corner; too small for Billy to fit through, but just big enough you could wriggle your way through, "mind reminding me why I agreed to this bullshit?"
"I dunno," the smile is evident in your voice as you finally end up on the right side of the fence, picking yourself up off the dirt ground as Billy looks down at you, hands in his pockets. You use his bent arm to pull yourself up and you can feel the way he stiffens his body to compensate for the weight of your pulling, so neither of you fall, "But it's really not that bad."
"Not that bad?" his brows raise almost comically, and he blinks; his bright blue eyes looking at you like you're insane, "Not that fuckin' bad, huh?"
He breathes out, a bit harsher on purpose, and a plume of air appears in front of the two of you. It's just cold enough that your breath can be seen in front of you, like tiny little clouds of mist; a constant and subtle reminder that the seasons were close to changing once more, Autumn would soon blend into Winter.
Also, a constant reminder for Billy that he was no longer in California.
The sudden thought put a damper on his mood and it was visible in his body language and facial expressions. Billy Hargrove was so much more of an open-book than he realized sometimes. When it came to emotions like anger, or hatred, they showed themselves like black ink on a white page; strikingly. They were two emotions that coincided with one another; and they were the emotions he felt most often and most deeply. Being sad was weak (his father really beat that into him, physically and metaphorically) and being happy? He wasn't sure he could feel happy anymore. Too much anger. Too much hatred.
But then, when he looks at you, everything felt less harsh- his chest doesn't feel as heavy, his body isn't as on fire from a rage deep within; and there is something there. Something that maybe could be happiness. If he let it build, if he worked on it. If he just let it happen.
Easier said than done.
You can feel the way Billy slips away from the moment, noticing the way the dirty blonde sunk deeper into his own head, his face losing any of it's previous sarcasm and maybe even slight amusement, you clear your throat. Better than touching him, because you can't really be sure where his thoughts are in these moments exactly, and you'd seen more than enough to know what his father is like.
"Yeah, not that bad," you repeat, a sly smirk graces your lips as you walk backwards from him, taking big steps to reach the wide open field, your eyes adjusted to the darkness at this point, "you're just being a baby."
Mission successful. Even at the distance you've created between the two of you, you can see the way his face morphs. It's not anger, not like some might think it would be at being called a name; it's light-hearted when you say it, and only you can say it. He'll get back at you. He always does. Sometimes sooner rather than later; and now it's sooner.
The sound that comes from his lips isn't exactly a laugh, it's more of a scoff; a laugh of disbelief as he watches you get further away. His tongue juts out, wetting his lips, a slight shake of his head; eyes zoning in on you perfectly.
"Baby?" he sounds defiant, mock-angry. You just shrug your shoulders, shouting back at him, 'yeah' before waving your arms in the air, "You're fuckin' asking for it."
Billy is fast. He would be, considering how he likes to work out and stay fit; his place on the basketball team for Hawkin's high school shines through in moments like this where he starts running towards you; in turn you turn to face forward, starting to run yourself towards the centre of the field. It's a futile effort to run from Billy Hargrove. He's always going to catch you. He's fast. And he doesn't let up.
You squeal when he suddenly grabs you, slamming his body into your own with his arms around your middle, picking you up with easy and throwing himself onto the ground with you to boot. The laughter bubbles up in your throat as you try to catch your breath, winded and filled with adrenaline. You can hear it before you see it; the laugh from him, the smile in his laugh. It's not a laugh like yours, one that is full-bodied and hard to catch your breath too- it's more like a burst of laughter that he brings back down to control. But it's still a laugh.
You've heard it before. But never like this. He's laughed when he's been angry, he's laughed but it's been fake and calculated. But now he laughs and it isn't thought out beforehand. It isn't in disbelief or anger.
His strength and heavy-handedness is only amplified when he tosses you off him from where he took the brunt of his purposeful fall to the ground, quickly flipping you over without much time for you to think about what's happening. It's only when he's hovering over you with a hand digging into your hip- not enough to hurt you, but enough to know damn well it's there.
"Now," he breathes out, his warm breath a stark contrast from the crisp autumn night, "What was it you called me...?"
Mischief swims in your eyes as you stare directly into the prettiest blue you think you've ever seen. Everything about Billy is pretty. He is so beautiful, in every way, but he hates when you say that. He prefers words like hot, or sexy. But he can't hide his red tipped ears when you say he's beautiful or pretty.
He deserves to know he's not just some object for women to oggle at. He's a beautiful human being. He's Billy.
"Ba...by," you huff out, still trying to catch your breathe. The rise and fall of you chest makes contact with Billy's, showing just how close he is to you right now.
His lips crash onto yours. Hungry. Heavy. Angry? No... Needy. But also, vengeful. If you weren't already winded, you are definitely winded now as all thoughts escape you; the need to breathe becoming a secondary thought. Why breathe when you have him? He makes you feel alive. He makes all the bad things in Hawkins just... Stop. Like the stars in the sky, he may disappear, he might go away for some time but he's still always there. He's...
He bits into your lip.
It elicits a muffled cry from you as you push against his chest, his mouth leaving yours.
And he has the audacity to look at you, mock-confusion on his face, breathing much more normal paced compared to your own. It makes you wanna pinch him. But you don't, instead you settle on glaring at him in the dark.
"Someone's being a baby," he throws it back at you with ease, rolling off you when you push him off. To be fair, you didn't have the strength to push him off, he's just giving you one by rolling off of you anyways. A thump when he hits the grass beside you.
Pouting is useless since he can't even see it now that he's looking at the sky, but you do it anyway. It's the principle of the thing you suppose.
It's quiet. The only sound being a cricket here or there, and the sound of your breathing mixed with his own. Your finally able to regulate your breathing and bring it back to normal. You wish you had a drink, but that's not a big deal for now. The cool air entering your lungs feels good, a balm to the burn from your previous silliness.
"At least your warm now, right?" You offer up the words after a few more beats of silence.
He snorts.
"There's better ways to get warm and stay warm."
You know what he's implying and you hit his shoulder softly with your fingers.
"No. Not in public."
He doesn't respond to that. He really would do anything with you right there, but contrary to what others seemed to believe, he was rather respectful of your boundaries when it came to these things. That didn't mean he wasn't going to tease you.
"Can't believe I'm with a goddamn prude. Its the middle of the damn night."
Like that.
"It's not being a prude!" You focus your attention on the sky, "now just... Look."
He lets out a heavy breath.
The reason you wanted to come out here in the first place. The night sky, filled with stars.
Hawkins wasn't a big city or more populated place like California, it was a small town. Light pollution wasn't really a thing here as it would be in big cities. You took it for granted till you visited your aunt and uncle one year in New York, where the light pollution was rampant. Seeing a star there was nigh impossible.
But Hawkins? The sky was littered with so many little stars, stars you could see perfectly. You could make out some and the vast dark that went on forever. It made you feel oddly melancholic. Sometimes you wished you could reach up, touch them, and join them up there. So small in the grand scheme of things. A reminder of just how large the universe was. Just how... Insignificant you were in the grand scheme of things.
And that was okay. Sometime, you need to be reminded that you're just one person in a world of billions, you're small, and not everything needs to be on your shoulders.
You wanted Billy to feel that. Feel the weight of the world drift away as the stars reminded you, you're only human. Just a small, little human.
"That's the big dipper," you reach your arm up to point at the cluster of stars forming the measuring cup like shape in the sky, "I only know it because it was the only one I could find when I was a kid."
"Still the only one you can find?"
"Uh, no," you matter-of-factly say, moving to point towards another cluster, "there's the little dipper."
"Damn," he mocks, "the little one too?"
You giggle, wiggling closer to Billy's side, seeking his warmth and just his presence in general.
"Still don't get why we couldn't do this when it's warmer. I'm not giving you my damn jacket, you still haven't given me back the other fucking one."
That's true. But he doesn't complain too much. You always bring it back to him, and it somehow always ends up back with you anyways.
"Because, you can see the stars better when it's colder."
"Bullshit," you see his breath when he speaks, "That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard."
"No its not!" You don't actually know that. You just said it, because you've always found you see the stars the best when it's colder. Maybe it's because you usually look up at the sky most during this time of year, when the sky darkens so much quicker than in the summer.
Once more, the conversation lulls to a stop, it's a easy silence that settles between you, one that feels comfortable and safe. Something about being with Billy feels safe, it always does. You can only hope that it's the same for him; that being with you is a safe place for him. Or someday, it will be.
He deserves at least one person, one place, in his life that's safe.
You wriggle close enough to the man that you can rest your head on his shoulder and you do so with ease, but you can feel his shoulder stiffen for a moment before it relaxes. It's just you. He's fine with you.
Much to your pleasure he moves the arm of the shoulder you placed your head on out from beneath you, snaking it around your shoulder to force you closer to him with a single tug. It brings you close enough to Billy that your practically on top of him. When you settle yourself comfortably, one leg hiked up across his torso, with your body pressed against his side and your head close to his heart- his hand leaves your shoulder and travels to your waist. He squeezes the flesh on your hip, causing you to jump slightly.
You know he enjoys how you react.
And you like how it feels.
Laying there, beside him, felt right. It felt like this was where you were meant to be. The cold air didn't matter, the hard grass beneath you didn't change anything. It felt so cliché, to lay under the stars beside a handsome boy- the quote en quote bad boy, as if there was nothing else in the world but the two of you.
You really felt you could stay there forever. Be with him forever.
"You fallin' asleep?" When he speaks you feel the vibrations from his chest, "you fall asleep, your on your damn own."
He doesn't mean that. You know that, he knows that. You breathe in his cologne, savouring it before releasing a long breathe.
"I'm not... I'm just," you pause, voice quiet, strikingly different to how it had been before when you were running from him as a joke. If it wasn't so quiet already, your voice may have been carried away with the wind, "Happy."
You aren't surprised when at first, Billy has nothing to say to that.
Billy is turning this over in his head. Happy. You were... Happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to lay on a dirt and grass in the middle of the night with him. Happy. You were happy.
He didn't think he could make anyone happy. That anyone could be happy with him. It was scary. It scared him; how long could he keep that going? How long till something happened, till he did something and ruined everything. Before he ruined your happiness; ruined you. Was it selfish for him to keep you with him, even knowing that he could ruin everything? Was it unfair to want to have you despite his own fears and issues... Maybe, but Billy Hargrove did not care.
He'd be as selfish as he damn pleased.
"A prude, and a goddamn crackpot. At least you're easy to please."
You swear you can hear a soft edge in his voice as he speaks, even if it's hard to catch, like it's barely there. But you can hear it. You pull yourself closer to him, if it's even possible to do at this point.
Yeah, you think, you could stay there forever with him. And he thinks, maybe he could too.
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only-angel-28 · 6 months
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mastermind, part three
oh my goshhh im so sorry this one took me like ten years (i had exams🤡🙏) i wrote part four as well as an apology🤞🤞
anyways heres part three, getting into that situationship situation rn we love to see it
but no fr idk how i feel abt this part so please lmk ur thoughts and that, hopefully the next parts will be better idk ily guys sm omg-
warnings: none i think, probably some swearing, mostly fluff
mastermind, masterlist
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I walk over to Theo, passing by drunken teenagers either making out or snorting cocaine. The strobe lights hit his face, bringing his bright eyes out every now and again as he looks up at me.
“Hey,” he says as I come to sit next to him on the sofa in the dark corner.
“Hey.” I reply back looking towards his book, “What are you reading?”
“Bukawoski,” he responded plainly, dog-earing the book and putting it aside to direct his full attention to me.
“Bukawoski? A muggle writer?” I ask in surprise “What possessed your pureblood mind to read that?”
He shrugs and answers, “I heard you and that curly-haired girl over there talking about it one time at dinner and I thought I’d see what all the nonsense was about.”
“Oh yeah? And how are you finding it?” I ask, a grin creeping up to my lips.
“Love is a dog from hell is pretty good. Bloody questionable, no doubt but good.” He says staring down at my lips from time to time.
We sit in silence for a moment, observing each other as the music played in the background until his strong unwavering gaze becomes too much for me and I break away and try to talk about something.
“So how was the match? Had fun losing?” I smirk at him and see his soft smile becoming a frown but I could see the tiniest sliver of a smile under it.
“Shut the fuck up, we didn’t have enough time for warm-ups and it was bloody freezing.” he complains whiningly which sends me into a burst of creasing laughter.
With a smile on his face, Theo asks me, “What’s so funny?”
I barely manage to get any words out from the laughter that has taken over my body, spreading to Theo’s too.
Our little moment is interrupted by a figure in front of us.
“Hi, care to join the others for a game?”, Cormac grins down at us, making Theo cease his laughter almost immediately and glare up at him.
Before he has the chance to say anything rude I take mine, “Yeah sure, we’d love to.” I smile up at Cormac and grab Theo by the arm dragging him towards the group settled on the carpet with an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle.
“Ah welcome! Nott, Lestrange, joining us for seven minutes in heaven?” Ron asks from his place on the carpet.
“I don’t think I have much of a choice Weasley.” Theo jokes with Ron. Or at least I think it’s a joke. Whatever, at least they’re not bruising each other right now.
Though if Theo’s looks could kill, Cormac would’ve been six feet under by now…
“Okay, I’m going first!” Ginny Weasley says and spins the bottle making it turn a few times before landing on…Harry.
“No. Absolutely not. Ginny go back to your dorm, I’m not having this.” Ron says strictly before passing the bottle to me.
I spin it as Ginny grumbles and goes to another corner of the room being closely followed by Harry, away from Ron’s sights for once. Theo seems to catch my gaze and smiles softly.
“Oh now won’t you look at that, it was almost Gryffindor and Slytherin but I guess the choosing hat’s powers radiate all the way here.” Ron jokes as the bottle nearly lands on Theo, erupting butterflies in my tummy until they all fall down again when the bottle finally lands on Cormac.
Lord please no.
I stay in my position on the carpet, refusing to look at Cormac’s disturbingly growing grin and reach for Theo’s hand instead.
“Oh, Y/N I completely forgot about our detention with Flitwick from the other day, we’d better be going now.” Theo says as he pretends to check his watch, pulls me up and sarcastically smiles at Cormac before saying, “Sorry mate.”
We make it out of the common room easily, thank God, and I have a million thanks for Theo but a question still remains.
“Why did you do that?” I say plainly as we start walking and Theo pulls out a cigarette, putting it between his pink lips and reaching for a lighter in his pocket.
“No reason,” he mumbles through his teeth as the cold autumn air hits our faces.
“You sure? You’d normally just walk out. No explanation.”
“Well,” he begins, looking at me for a second before taking a drag of his cigarette and breathing it out, “I would. But you wouldn’t, and if I just pulled you up with no explanation then the others might think something else. And anyway I can’t stand seeing you with that bastard.” he says frowning to himself.
“Oh yeah?” I smirk at him, “Why’s that?”
“Not good enough for you.”
“Then what is good enough for me Theo?” I say as we enter the castle again and walk into a deserted, dark hallway.
He says nothing but brushes his hand with mine before pausing and offering me a drag from his cigarette. “Mm, no, I like my lungs, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” he shrugs and as he puts the cigarette back in his mouth the sleeve of his shirt lifts a bit showing his soft skin tainted with something…black?
“What’s that?” I ask, taking my hands out of my pockets and point to his arm quickly.
He pulls his sleeve back down as quickly as he can and mumbles a quick ‘nothing’, looking panicked and anxious all of a sudden.
“Theo? Are you okay? I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.” I apologise and regardless of his “No don’t worry lovie you don’t need to apologise"s, I still feel unsure and try to reach out for him but he flinches away before I can say anything.
“M’sorry I just- I have to go. I’ll um, I’ll see you tomorrow.” he says quickly and strides off to the Slytherin common room. As he was mumbling this, I had a chance to asses his behaviour. Rather than the cool, calm and nonchalant Theo that I’m used to, I saw the glassy-eyed, apprehensive and slightly vulnerable Theo.
What was that?
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theo’s pov
“Well, good morning to you too,” Draco says to me, smiling as I harshly drop my bag down on the breakfast table.
“What’s wrong with you?” Pansy asks, before putting a spoonful of cereal in her mouth.
I sigh before answering, “I’ve got potions first period.”
“...And that’s bad because…?” Blaise drags out, looking at me in curiosity.
“Because she’s there and the Yule Ball’s coming up, and I should’ve asked her earlier but I didn’t, and now that that bloody git Cormac’s probably going to go with her.”
My short rant left the table in silence for a moment before Pansy replied,
“Don’t worry about it Theo, even if she is going with Cormac I’m pretty sure she’s not going to have much fun with him.”
“Yeah no for real, guy’s a fucking pussy.” Blaise agrees, having had many classes with him before.
We get into our nonsensical chatter until the bell rings and everyone starts clearing off to lessons and I hold Draco back by his elbow before he moves off and whisper nervously to him, “What if she sees it?”
“Sees what?” he says with furrowed brows, making me roll my eyes and point to my forearm saying, “What if she sees it.”
Draco looks down at my covered arm and looks at his and says, “Don’t worry mate, we’ll be fine.”, smiles and moves off.
“Thanks for the reassurance mate,” I say after him as we walk together with Blaise to our classes, them to dark arts and me to potions.
“Trust me I know, she’s my cousin after all.” Draco smiles before Blaise nods to my class door, “Make sure you ask her.”
I enter the room and looking up towards my seat I can see Y/N smiling and waving excitedly at me, as I get closer I wave back reciprocating her enthusiasm.
“How come you’re so happy on a Monday morning?” I ask as I place my books down and take my seat.
“Look what I made for you,” she says as she pulls out a silver ring with stars engraved on the sides with both our initials, “I always see you wearing that one ring on your hand so I thought I’d make you another for the other hand. And you like astrology a lot so I thought I’d put some stars on it or something I don’t know. Do you like it?”
My heart skips a beat and blood rushes to my ears and cheeks as I sit there stunned as she looks back at me expectantly.
“No ones given me a present before.” I say quietly and meet her eyes getting softer by my words.
“What? Like ever?” she asks as she tilts her head slightly to the right in question.
God this girl’s gonna be the death of me.
“No uhm,” I clear my throat before continuing, “My mother used to give me loads, you know for my birthday or Christmas or whatever but after she uhm…” I take a pause, trying to collect my emotions and reach out for the ring in her soft hands, “I don’t really get that many any more, my dad’s not really big on presents or anything.” I try to block out the thought of him and look up at the gorgeous girl in front of me but the look in her eyes breaks me more than my father ever could.
“Don’t worry Teddy, we’re friends now so you’re getting showered in presents starting with this one.
Now show me your homework, I need to copy it before he comes around to check.” she says as she takes my books and starts copying out my work, leaving me stunned by her words.
Friends.
I look down at the small piece of jewellery between my fingers and slip it on with a small smile on my face.
I’m so fucked.
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ok omg that was part three, kinda shitty ik but dw i did part four too and its probably already up rn so go read that too, part five is currently in progress😋🤞
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itoshi-s · 1 year
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I srsly wasnt gonna make u go down a 🐇 hole but im too impatient so this is the 2nd... I give u five words: oral fixation and cum play,, guess who has it?? (Everyone tbh) but think abt it him telling u to keep his first load in ur mouth while pounding u to get his 2nd telling u not to spill it or swallow until his release and even then he would take it in his mouth only to spit it back in urs (ps should i be an emoji anon bc i know which one to use)
OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO :( NONNIE U ARE BACK !!! i swear u are the sole reason behind my existence rn asdfkjs i blame YOU for the fever i was running last nite !!! cause this is just... kajfhk this is SO GOOD
also worry not ,, there's a proper fic coming based on rabbit hole 2 TONIGHT </3 2.5 is in the works still but u know damn well i had to do these ideas justice. these are perfect i luv ur brain so much bbie !! also answering ur prev ask there's a small list of fav/hard no's when it come's to kinks !
i… have a certain ravenette in mind 4 this……………. but i am curious which one of the bllk guys u thought of mostly cuz!! you are so right i can see each of them being into that </3 can't blame them cause it really is the hottest idea EVER i am in looooove with cumplay :( sigh
cw: nsfw, cum play. 17- dni!
imagine rin holding a hand over your mouth so that nothing spills :( it gets even harder that way cause now you're also struggling to breathe properly with the way his large palm almost covers up your nose, too :( but the look in his eyes is enough of a motivation, you've let him down on this before and each and every time, you were rendered unable to walk properly for the next few days. you're on the verge of crying by the time he's groaning under his breath, pulling out and grabbing you by the ankles to bring you face-level with his cock.
"open," it's breathy and quick, desperate as he jerks himself, grip tight to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he would've thought it's impossible to feel any better than this, but as you obediently open your mouth, showcasing the pool of cum mixing with your saliva, he comes so hard his knees buckle underneath his weight.
and god he cums lots :( milky and runny and there's so, so much, cause he treats his body so well. your mouth overflows, a soft mewl slipping past your mouth along with a streak of cum as you watch him lose it. teal eyes hooded, mouth agape as he pants and grunts under his breath, rides his high out for all it's worth.
you'd think he was done - but the way his thumb reaches down to wipe away the cum that seeped out the corner of your mouth grants you the contrary. there's a glint of unease in your eyes, simply because you're just so worn out since you've been at it for what seems like hours - and he laughs a bit at the sight.
"fuck. who's my good girl?" it's sweet, a praise that you'll never get bored of and rin's aware. you whimper softly, the obvious answer almost rolling off your tongue - but the very next second your eyes are widening just slightly as he does the unexpected and goes for a kiss. filthy, eager and messy with the way his tongue dips past your lips and laps at your own, tasting himself all along.
you grab at his biceps, nails digging into the sturdy muscle, and you can sense yourself soak the sheets with need all over again.
rin groans into your mouth, hips dragging against the mattress despite his cock already bright pink with overstimulation, and grabs the back of your head. pulling you up to more of a sitting position, he deepens the kiss even more and renders you breathless. it gets your head dizzy and heavy with pleasure all over again, jaw slack as you let him take, take, take.
until he's had his fill.
he breaks the proximity between you two, a string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting your lips until he sits back on his heels again. it breaks off, makes him wipe at his chin with the back of his hand - the other already grabbing at your jaw to keep your mouth agape.
this has played out countless times before already, but doesn't fail to make you lightheaded anyway. he spits on your awaiting tongue, adding in to the mess of drool and two hefty loads of cum that have grown bitter on your tongue from the wait.
"good. swallow."
you only ever realize the breath you've been holding when your throat finally bobs, as you swallow the filth and almost choke with the way your lungs feel so tight from asphyxia. your mouth feels strangely empty as you stick your tongue out again, to show no sign of his cum anywhere.
only then does rin's shoulders roll back slightly, taut muscles finally relaxing with a shaky exhale. he's spent and you can tell - from the way his thighs have a slight tremble to them as he lowers himself down to lay next to you, strong arms pulling you on top of his chest.
"god i fucking love you." he breathes. "you know that?" there's an almost amused lilt to his voice as you nose at his throat - settling for a soft hum as your only answer.
of course you know - he makes sure you do, by all the filth he puts you through <3
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mono-dot-jpeg · 11 months
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comfort from a demon - beelzebub
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summary; being a demon was more of a mental struggle than you expected. you can feel your humanity chip away as you continue to live in the past.
genre/extra tags; slight hurt comfort, fluff, cuddling is the form of comfort fr fr, nightbringer! mc, demon! mc, this is just a silly goofy concept, mc can't catch a break, reader is referred to as mc
word count; 641
warnings; mc gets vertigo, describing dizziness in semi detail, identity crisis(?)
[gender neutral mc]
a/n; i love beel sm :((( he's so,,, hhh i lvoev him :( also i did not read a single thing abt what happened in chapter 80 in obey me og, so uh,, call this canon divergence ig, im in my song looping phase rn. kind of losing my mind bc nothing seems to be hittin. anyways, wrote this at like 3-4am. also something abt writing vertigo made me feel it for a min,,, wild. also i swear i wrote more wtf
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you haven't been here for long but you can feel yourself molding to this new form. your mentality is a little less human as the day goes by.
it's been very odd knowing that you're a demon now. you can suddenly understand how to summon beings with ease, read curses, read blessings, and it's just a fraction of what this body seemed capable of.
it was stressful. living your life as a human and suddenly having to be something you're not. you're the "attendant" of the brothers but in another timeline, you're their human roommate that they cherish the most.
they're not really mean in this timeline, which is nice but they are slowing succumbing to the respective sins. and they have to deal with finally accepting that they're no longer angels.
and once again you have to play unpaid therapist while you have your own struggles to deal with.
you can feel yourself slipping away. your head in a constant ache as you think about the past the brothers had to deal with, the way you need to come back, the way you need to regain the trust of the brothers, and the way you need to keep this "attendant" persona of yours until there's a way back to the present.
so here you are sitting in the kitchen, elbows resting on the table and your hand pressed on your temples. it's the dead of night, the world is quiet. it's some of the few bits of silence you needed.
your body aches, your breath is heavy while your head rests on the counter. everything feels dizzy. you can't think right.
"mc? are you asleep?" beel's voice rings gently in your ears. he's gentle as his hand rests on your shoulder. "you shouldn't sleep here, it's not very healthy to sleep sitting like that..." his voice is laced with concern, moving your arms to help him get a better look at you.
but you're adamant and very dizzy still. your body jerks, tugging your arm away from his hold. you can't help but cough, you feel like throwing up as if you were too drunk. but nothing comes out thankfully. "are you okay?" he's moving to the other side where your head is facing away from him. he carefully kneels down to face you properly to check if you were going pale. "i don't want to leave you out here if you're not okay."
you take in a breath only to cough, your body shaking. "not..." you try to speak but fail and shake your head gently to answer his question.
"is it okay if i carry you? i'll take care of you." his stomach is growling but he's too focused on you to care. you swallow your choking feeling back and nod softly. beel is more than extremely careful while he guides your arms to wrap around his neck. he doesn't make any sudden movements to worsen your dizziness. "have you been taking care of yourself?" his voice is softer than usual, laced with concern and curiosity. he hasn't been in devildom for long so he's just as lost as you are on demons and how they deal with illnesses.
you don't answer, head still spinning as you rest your head on his shoulder. your silence speaks volumes to him. he doesn't say anything. you eventually reach the shared bedroom of beel and belphie. it felt like forever to get there with how the world felt like it was spinning faster to you. everything felt too fast yet too slow.
"i'm sorry i can't do much." he frowned. he placed you down on the bed, covering you with a blanket. "but i will help you if you need it. i like you when you're caring for yourself and happy, mc." your heart warms at beel's whisper of a declaration.
no matter the timeline, beel seems to care for you all the same.
"thank you."
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