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🌟 Unlocking Creatine's Secrets: Top 7 Must-Know Facts! 🌟

Hello, Achiever Fam! 🏋️‍♂️💪 Are you ready to dive deep into the world of creatine? This supplement has been a cornerstone in fitness for decades, yet many myths and mysteries still surround it.

Today, we're shedding light on "Top 7 Facts About Creatine" to enhance your training and understanding. Let’s get into the real benefits and facts about creatine! In Today's Power-Packed Episode: Hydration Dynamics: Learn how creatine draws water into your muscles, enhancing their size and strength without adding fat. This process is key for muscle recovery and growth. 💧💪 Boost in Performance: Creatine is renowned for increasing strength, speed, and endurance. It helps you push harder and longer in your workouts, leading to significant gains. 🚀🏋️ Cognitive Benefits: Surprisingly, creatine also boosts brain function.

Studies suggest improvements in memory and faster thinking, crucial for both physical and mental challenges. 🧠✨ ATP Replenishment: At its core, creatine helps replenish ATP, the primary energy source for muscle contractions. This means more energy for high-intensity workouts. 🔋🔥 Anabolic Support: Creatine shines in supporting anabolic activities, providing the energy boost needed for explosive movements and muscle building. 🏆📈 Natural Presence: Your body naturally produces creatine, but supplementation can significantly enhance its benefits, especially for athletic performance and muscle mass. 🌿➕

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When is the best time to take creatine? - Times of India

So you’ve finally decided to hop on the creatine train. Maybe you’ve heard your gym buddy rave about it. Maybe you saw a video where someone gained size, strength, and swagger in just a few weeks.Or maybe you’ve just done your research and realized it’s one of the most tried-and-tested supplements out there. Either way, you’re ready. But now you’re stuck on that one big question: when’s the best…

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*Drops these* whoops more redraws

Stan is having a day, okay.

Ford is being unsettling in (reluctant) true Gothel fashion.

Someday I will figure out how to arrange words inside speech bubbles.

Transcription: First page First panel: Mabel: "I have magic hair that glows when I sing." Third panel: Stan: "ya WHAT"

Second page: Ford: "If it finds even the slightest bit of sunshine..." "it" "destroys" "it"

(program: krita; time: about 3.5 hours)

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in my quest to get bulkier shoulders/arms i seem to also be making my pecs bigger.... hm...

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I lost weight again

[aeyumicore]

caleb finds your prenatal gummies

how does caleb react when he finds the bottle of prenatal vitamins you’ve been taking—but not because you're pregnant?

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab) ━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 1.9k ━ .ᐟ✧ WARNINGS: none really , pure fluff, but vague mentions of unprotected sex, talks of of pregnancy and having children, use of 'pip-squeak' ━ ✧.˖ LINKS: ao3 | twt

got inspired to write this as i was taking my supplements yesterday :') non-smut for a change ahhhh. enjoy!

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”Always so messy.”

Caleb speaks to himself, voice a low amused mutter as he deftly clears off the kitchen counter. You were staying the weekend in Skyhaven, evident by the random items strewn about his massive home. 

Yet, Caleb can’t help but smile as he eyes your belongings carelessly discarded all over his kitchen and living room. Your favorite fuzzy blanket draped over the couch’s armrest, grazing the floor. Your shoes haphazardly taken off by the front door, right next to, but not on, the dedicated shoe rack. Coasters left behind on the kitchen bar, still sticky with dripped apple soda.

You were a menace. But he wouldn’t trade your specific brand of chaos for anything in the entire universe. 

You were the one that made this lonely empty house a home, after all.

His grin widens as he remembers just how clean your own apartment in Linkon always is. Naturally, he comes to the conclusion that you only act like this when you know he’s there to pick up after you. To take care of you.

The most important job he’s ever had. 

The sound of the shower continues to run upstairs while Caleb tidies up the living spaces. He quickly returns ingredients back to their designated cabinets, abandoned after you so thoughtfully cooked dinner for him last night. As he shuts the cabinet, he sighs, eyes catching sight of the various vitamin bottles you’d left on the counter, nearly hidden by the rice cooker.

He gathers them up in his large palms, finding a spot for them in his own cabinet of medicine and supplements. 

One by one, he meticulously puts them onto the shelf.

Omega-3, vitamin C, collagen, creatine, prenatal gummies, vitamin B-12—

Wait.

Prenatal gummies?  

Caleb’s violet eyes widen, his breath stuck in his throat, as he reads those red words over and over.

Prenatal gummies for pregnant or nursing women. With folic acid and DHA. Whatever that meant.

His heartbeat quickens as his mind races a mile a minute, his thoughts landing abruptly on the only plausible explanation.

Were you really…pregnant? 

Was it possible? Yes. 

On more than one occasion, definitely way more times than he could count on two hands, he hadn’t been…careful. You’d begged for it, but he should have known better. It was his job to protect you.

But it’d always been on non-fertile days, or that’s what your little period-tracking calendar had always said. 

No, Caleb thinks in a sheer panic. Please no. I can’t be a dad. Not right now. Maybe not ever. 

He’d barely been able to protect you at the lab. He couldn’t possibly let down someone else—a child, a baby. Your baby. That you’d made together. 

He would not survive failing your child. Through heaven and hell, that is something he’d never be able to recover from. 

Caleb runs a shaky hand through his dark brown hair, his normally controlled and collected Colonel’s mask completely and utterly shattered at his feet.

Right now, he was just Caleb, the man who dedicated his entire life, who’d give up anything and everything, to protect you—and would do so until his last breath. 

And this Caleb had never been more terrified in his entire life. Through an entire life of experimentation, through traveling the Deepspace Tunnel, through an explosion that nearly claimed his life, he’d never been more scared than he was right now.

Fatherhood.

The world felt like it was closing in on him—every time he’d failed you replaying in the ever expanding black hole that was his mind. 

The lab. Losing you during the Chronorift Disaster. Every bully, every knee scraped. Ever. The Toring chip. The list goes on and on. 

His chest tightened until he could hardly breathe, his knuckles white with the force at which he gripped the bottle of prenatals. 

He wasn’t equipped for this. 

And yet…he couldn’t deny how many times he’d thought about this life, with you. A life of mundane and blissful domesticity. No Fleet politics, no Wanderers, no imminent danger at every fucking corner. 

A life you’d created together. When he’d grown up thinking there was no such thing. That there would never be a world that the two of you could truly call yours.

“Caleb?”

Your voice pulls him out of his all-consuming thoughts. His head snaps up to see you coming down the stairs, your hair wet, body swimming in one of his big shirts. Your face, beautiful as ever, is laced with concern as you see how uncharacteristically pale he is.

When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but smile, always so happy to see his face and sparkling nebulous eyes—even when he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Your smile doesn’t fade as you approach him, palms instinctively coming to rest on his chest when you reach him. 

And just like that, he wasn’t so scared anymore. 

The thought of a little you running around. With that smile?

A mini version of the most precious thing in his life. One that’d undoubtedly drive him insane with that same attitude he loved so dearly. 

That had your laugh as he pointed out different types of planes soaring through the sky. Or your mischievous curiosity as he taught him how to fly his very first jet.

Yeah. He could get used to the idea of that. 

“Did something happen? You look like you’re about to be sick,” you raise an eyebrow at him. It’s then he finally releases the plastic bottle of supplements, setting it down on the counter with a soft ‘clack’. 

Your eyes immediately drift to the source of the intrusive sound, widening when they see what he was so fixated on.

”Caleb it’s—”

You’re cut off by your own squeal, Caleb’s big palms gently but firmly gripping either side of your waist, pulling you so close you could hear his pounding heart. 

“Am I—I mean are we actually…Are you pregnant?”

You can’t help but giggle at his frantic words, stumbling over himself with none of the usual poise and polish of the Farspace Fleet’s revered colonel. 

Caleb’s hand moves from your waist to your tummy, his thumb stroking softly against the fabric of his ratty shirt. His palm cups against your naval without thinking, already instinctively providing a protective barrier between the most important things to him and the rest of the world.

”I…I don’t know if I’d be any good at this,” he whispers, nebulous eyes bright with emotion, “I don’t know if I’d be a good dad.”

Your eyes widen at his vulnerable admission, not expecting it in the least. You’d never expressly discussed starting a family that extended beyond the two of you, but it’d always felt like something Caleb wanted. A stark contrast to his words, you always knew Caleb would be an amazing dad, if that was what the two of you decided you wanted.

Before you can interrupt, Caleb continues, “But—God help me…I will never let anything happen to you. Either of you.”

Your heart flutters at the sincerity of his solemn vow, and you find yourself unable to form the words you should say.

”Caleb…you….” you trail off with a gulp, unsure how to verbalize the torrent of emotions you have for this unbelievably incredible man.

“You’d be the best father.” Your quiet whisper rings whole-heartedly, voice thick with adoration and a bubbling anticipation for your future with him.

Caleb watches you with rapt attention, his heartbeat still hammering like the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings amidst the silence between you two. You’re about to open your mouth again—tell him you’re not pregnant, when he picks you up and backs away from the kitchen counter so he can spin you around. His strong hands are secure under your armpits, the smile on his face so effortlessly Caleb.

Behind the thin mist of fear in his eyes, this was the brightest you’d ever seen Caleb.

You can’t help but burst into a fit of giggles, clutching his muscled shoulders.

“Caleb, put me down!” you demand through your unabashed laugh of delight.

”No,” Caleb grins, “You’re never walking anywhere ever again—never lifting a single finger. Not while you’re carrying our baby.” He suddenly swings you so that his arm is hooked under your knees, carrying you like a prince would a princess.

You smile so wide your cheeks hurt, but you know you have to tell him the truth. You couldn’t bear to disappoint him, but what’s worse was giving him false hope.

Reaching up to tenderly cup his face with your hands, your voice shakes, “Caleb…”

Caleb smiles warmly at you, his cheeks leaning into your touch, “Yeah, princess?”

You bite your lip at how adorably he resembles a happy puppy, his earlier fear seeming to have evaporated into pure excitement. 

You find tears inexplicably forming in your eyes, grieving a pregnancy that was never even there to begin with. Blinking them back, you rip off the bandaid.

“I’m not pregnant.”

Seeing the befuddled expression in his features, his amethyst eyes squinting with unanswered questions, you continue, “The prenatals aren’t for that. A friend recommended them for my skin. Since work’s been a little stressful and I’ve been breaking out.”

You clutch his jacket, staring at his chest—waiting for him to speak. To express disappointment. Maybe even scold you for letting him believe, even if only for a minute. 

“You’re stressed? How come you didn’t tell me? What’s going on at work?”

Caleb only stares at you with genuine concern, still not setting you down, holding you tighter. Your heart hammers at the worry laced in his voice, drowning in emotions that that was what he was most concerned about. 

Your troubles.

“N-Nothing serious, it’s just workplace politics—anyways! The point is I’m not pregnant, okay? I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.” 

You can’t stop the apology from tumbling out, even when you know you have nothing to be sorry for. But just seeing how excited he’d been is enough to make you feel like a monster for being the one to squash it. 

Caleb sets you down so that you’re sitting on the counter, his thick body positioned between your thighs. Your heart can’t help but sink at the simple action that felt like it signified so much more. That he was disappointed with you.

But suddenly Caleb flicks your forehead with his index finger.

“Hey!” 

“Dummy,” he mutters, thumb soothing the area he’d flicked, “Why are you sorry?” 

“I—you were so excited,” you say sheepishly, “I probably should’ve mentioned I started taking them before you found them yourself.” 

Caleb chuckles, almost in disbelief, hooking your hair behind your ear. Before he can respond, you whisper, “You’re really not mad?”

“How could I be mad?”

His hand abandons the edge of the counter, once again coming to rest over your stomach. His thumb strokes you reassuringly.

“Just knowing that you think I…” he trails off, his own voice murky with emotions. 

“That I’d be worthy of being the father of your children.” 

You place your hand over his, squeezing gently. It felt almost comical—the two of you in the kitchen, hands pressed over your stomach like there was anything there. 

“Besides, I’m not in a rush,” he smiles gently, taking your chin into his fingers and brushing his lips against yours. 

“We have a whole lifetime to make our own little pip-squeak.” 

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The wrong pill.

Plot: Han takes a pill for his training, not realizing it’s viagra—let alone on the day he was going to see you.

Genre:smut, nsfw, Erotic Romance, PWP.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of Viagra, sex under its influence, oral sex (m!receiving), no condom use, semen, penetration (m/f), praise, etc.

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Han had been fighting hard with the staff to be able to show off his body and tattoos. For this reason, he was preparing physically with great dedication. He never skipped a day at the gym, and it was obvious how much more muscular he had gotten.

He was now getting ready to train with Changbin. They were at his house, since Han had stayed over the night before; it had been too late for him to return home. To prepare his pre-workout shake, he used Changbin's stuff.

"Where do you have the creatine?" Han asked while rummaging through the drawer where Changbin kept his supplements.

"They are the transparent capsules" Changbin answered, focused on making his own pre-workout shake.

Han took his shake followed by the corresponding pills.

Everything was going well during the training. He was really satisfied with the results he was getting. For him, gaining muscle was easier, so in a short time he could already notice a noticeable difference.

As he was training, his alarm went off to remind him to take his intra-workout pill. He was committed to getting good and fast results, so he never missed a dose of vitamins or supplements.

“Hey, Bin, do you have any intra-workout pills?” Han asked, a little worried when he realized he hadn’t brought any.

“I think there’s L-Carnitine in my bag. Check it out and take one,” Changbin said, pointing to his gym bag.

Han walked over, opened the bag, and saw a mess of pills. Changbin definitely needed to be more organized. He assumed it was one of the white capsules, so he wasn’t too careful when taking one.

About 40 minutes later, after finishing his workout, he headed home. He was excited because he would see you today. They were having a sleepover. They weren’t a couple or anything, just best friends… although Han had been in love with you forever.

As he arrived, he started to feel strange. He was sweatier than usual, and as he looked in the mirror, he noticed his neck and ears were red. He brushed it off and went to take a shower, making sure he looked good for when you arrived.

After getting ready, however, he noticed that his face was still red, his heart was racing, and most worryingly… he had an erection. And it wasn't a regular one.

He didn't understand why, but his erection was strong and persistent.

Just as he was trying to do something to disguise it, he heard a knock on the door. He felt a chill in his chest and his nervousness increased.

When he opened it, there you were, looking cute and radiant as always. But something was different. He no longer noticed how pretty your makeup or hair looked. He could only focus his attention on how your breasts stood out under the neckline of your blouse and how juicy your thighs looked under your skirt.

"Hey!" you greeted, smiling, and went over to hug him, like you always did.

"Hey, babe" he replied playfully, using the nickname he used to call you.

You smiled at him and walked into his house.

"I'm sorry if I look all dressed up, I just got back from an outing with friends. Could you lend me some comfortable clothes to sleep in?"

He felt his erection throb as he heard that. Just imagining you in his clothes was driving him crazy.

"Ah… yeah, yeah, I'll be right back," he stammered, hurrying to his room. He looked for one of his shirts and, upon returning, handed it to you.

You changed without a problem, leaving you only with the shorts that you were wearing under your skirt.

"Thanks, Ji," you said, turning around to show him how his clothes looked on you.

Was he drooling? He wasn't sure, but he was literally mesmerized by the way your breasts were poking out from under his shirt. He was going to lose control.

"Come on, let's find the movie," you said, sitting next to him on the couch and resting your head on his shoulder as he browsed through the options.

You picked a horror movie, his favorites. Han hoped it would distract him from you, but every time you freaked out and came closer, his erection throbbed harder. It had even started to hurt.

After a while, you went to the bathroom. When you came back, you froze.

Han was on the couch, rubbing the bulge in his pants, panting softly.

"Ha-Han?" you asked, approaching him cautiously. It was then that you noticed the wet spot on his clothes.

"Mmh… I'm s-sorry…" he mumbled, throwing his head back, unable to keep his hands away from his crotch.

"Han, wtf?", you said, a bit embarrassed, not fully understanding the situation.

"Please don't be mad… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it hurts so much…" he whispered with his eyes closed, wishing the earth would swallow him up.

Just then his cell phone rang. It was Changbin.

"Bro, I think you took one of my viagra pills. That, or one went missing… I hope it doesn't cause you too much trouble."

"Are you kidding me?" Han almost screamed. "Why the hell would you have that in your bag? Ahg, it would kill you!" He hung up the call, frustrated.

Now everything made sense. At least for him.

You, on the other hand, were still standing in front of him, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Han looked up and let out a gasp as he watched you fix your eyes on his erection. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly placed a cushion on his lap.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, feeling like crying from both the shame and the pain in his pants.

"Don't worry... I'll leave so you can, uh... fix that..." you said, looking away, your cheeks flushing.

"Please... stay..." he asked almost in a plea.

You hesitated for a second, but seeing him like this, you couldn't help but feel a little sorry. And what was worse... you felt the wetness in your underwear since you noticed his bulge.

Han grunted as he felt you approach and pressed the cushion harder against himself.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, curious. You didn’t know if his gasps were from pain or pleasure.

“A lot…” he closed his eyes, rubbing himself more desperately.

You bit your lip. You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Would you...want me to help you?"

Han felt his breath hitch.

“You don’t have to… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” but his hips contradicted his words. Not to mention the way his cock thrashed around in his pants.

But instead of answering, you placed a hand on top of his and pulled the cushion off his lap.

“I want to do it,” you whispered before leaning in and devouring his lips.

You could feel him holding back in the kiss, making hesitant movements, so you went deeper, mixing your tongues and sitting on top of his lap.

He couldn't help but growl into your mouth, the firmness with which he held your hips applying pressure having that slight relief that at the same time made him thirsty for more.

They got lost in the messy kiss, Han was already more confident and in control of the situation. As he pulled away he bit your lower lip in an attempt to chase you.

"Han~" you began to move your hips in circles, enjoying how his body reacted, feeling him so firm under you.

Han was so lost, he felt very high.

He was drowning in your neck, licking and biting every trace of visible skin.

"Han wait" you pulled away from the addictive sensation of his hot and wet tongue on your skin.

"Do you want to stop?" He said a little worried and disappointed, leaving a little space.

"No, I just want to make you feel good" you smiled and gave him a chaste kiss leaving him stunned.

You climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him.

You gave his thigh a caress before pulling down his fly. Seeing the wet spot on his underwear made your mouth water. You gave his clothed cock a kiss and then a lick.

Han's hands clenching the couch, his white knuckles trying not to fuck your mouth madly.

You pulled his underwear down along with his pants to his ankles and felt the saliva pooling in your mouth.

His tanned cock with its red head very sensitive. It was shiny from the precum that bathed it excessively.

With your thumb you touched the slit of his head probing a little. You smiled at the gasps from him.

"Ahh~ Y/N don't play" he clenched his jaw a bit desperately.

You gave him a kitten lick along his length and then swirled around his tip, you felt that with so little he was close to his release.

You started jerking him off with your hands, mixing your licks and squeezes.

Han was literally struggling not to cum and that started to bother you. You took him in your mouth, sucking lightly and making a mess of saliva and his fluids.

“You look so cute like this,” he said, totally pleased by the way your chin was disgustingly dripping with saliva. His duality made you clench your legs, minutes ago he was all whiny begging like a bitch and the tone he let out was so different.

You let out a moan and took him deeper, making yourself gag.

"Mmh you like being good for me? I'm sure you were drooling seeing me hard" he put a hand on your head, gathering your hair in a handful.

You rolled your eyes and moaned again, not quite understanding if it was his tone that caused it or the simple fact of being him.

"You feel so fucking good, you have a very skilled little mouth" he threw his head back growling at your gasps.

Determined to make him cum you forced your poor throat accompanying with your hands squeezing and massaging his balls.

You felt his cock move in your mouth.

"Mmh Y/N w-wait" he tried to stop your movements, but you only stood firmer, watching him stagger was everything.

Out of instinct he pressed your head towards him, betrayed by his pleasure seeking body.

Then after a few more seconds he cum in your mouth with many thick loads straight to your throat.

The growl followed by a pornographic moan was beautiful. He threw his head back and let go of your head.

"Was it good?" You said smiling licking your cum stained corners.

"It was literally amazing" he smirked and covering his eyes with his arm.

"Thanks Y/N" he said looking at you and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You snuggled into his hand lovingly until you saw him frown.

"What? You're still hard? How is that possible" you said stunned, he was still rock hard AFTER CUMMING.

"It's not really something I can help" he grimaced.

"It's a good thing" you said standing up.

"Hmm?" Han said confused looking at you.

"It would really be a shame if you left me wanting to fuck, I really appreciate that pill" you said biting your lip and pulling down your shorts along with your underwear.

Han followed your movements attentively, as if he was bewitched by your charm. Seeing your underwear on the floor he let out a gasp at the visible stain of arousal you had left.

"You're needy aren't you?" He smiled shamelessly as if it wasn't his cock that had been erect for over an hour.

He took off his shirt showing his tattoos, you had already seen them, but seeing them together with his needy cock is something different.

You followed his steps and undressed completely, he stretched out his hand, in a quick movement he left you on your knees on the couch, your face against the couch and your ass completely exposed to his mercy.

"I promise that after this I will take the time to adore you as you deserve" he said in your ear followed by a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter.

"But now I'm going to use you however I want" he ran his tongue disgustingly across your cheek, dirtyly erasing the tender kiss he had left.

He took your moan as consent and positioned himself behind you.

"So cute, willing to help me even if she has to give me her body" he smacked your ass with his hard cock making you gasp. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning.

He spit on your entrance and without preparation pushed the tip in stretching you deliciously.

You both let out a gasp, the desire that was there making the pleasure double.

"You're so tight" he pushed himself in a little further and you could only moan begging for him to bottom out.

When he reached his base you arched your back and threw your head back.

"You're being so good for me" he began to give slow but deep thrusts.

"You don't know how many times I masturbated imagining having you like this for me" he growled.

In response you moaned and clenched around him.

He put his hand on your head pushing hard against the couch and began to penetrate you faster and harder.

You just moaned with each thrust totally lost in the way you felt every inch of his cock in your insides, the pain of his grip on your head making it even more pleasurable. You were completely at his mercy.

He put his other hand on your hip, helping him thrust more violently, moaning and grunting at how close his climax felt.

And before he had a chance to pull out of you, he cum deeply.

Feeling his hot cum fill you and his grunt you joined him in the climax moaning and clenching yourself choking his member against your rubbery walls now painted white.

You were so exhausted you could only gasp waiting for him to pull out.

He was still buried deep appreciating the warmth of your shared orgasms.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to..." he said, still without leaving you.

It's like his brain works, but his body has control.

"Calm down, actually, I liked it" you said trying to get over the climb.

He withdrew from you slowly, making you feel every inch you were losing. When he pulled out completely he admired your stretched entrance dripping with your mixed fluids.

"Are you okay?" He came back to reality and approached your face to check.

" It was so good" you said smiling and a bit sleepy "so you masturbated thinking about me? That's interesting" you laughed mockingly.

"Shut up, there's no need to repeat that" he was blushing as if you hadn't fucked two minutes ago.

You lay down and looked at him a little worried about what would happen to you after that.

"Can we leave that talk for later?" Literally as if he had read your thoughts.

"What needs to be done now?" You said, not understanding why he was putting off the talk.

You then saw him turn bright red and look down at his cock. He was hard again.

This was going to be a long sleepover.

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I need more practice writing smuts :((

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IF THE BATFAM HAD A REALITY SHOW: EPISODE 2 !COSTCO EXCLUSIVE! - FEAT BATSIS!READER

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis, batboys x batsis Content: Swearing, crude humour, Damian is a warning in himself lets bfr, classist jokes, reader calls Bruce "Daddy" in a platonic way, because that's what I call my father, the internet has sexualised that word too much imo

A/N: This was so fun you guys, if you want more pls tell me Huzzlings I tag: @ilona2nerrie, @softieekayy, @inejinn, @watchmakerhippo

🖤The Wayne Family: Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras🖤 – Episode 2: ‘The Costco Incident’

[OPENING SCENE: Theme Song Over Slow-Mo Glam Shots]

Flashing paparazzi. Designer heels on marble floors. One (1) feral sibling wrestling someone off-camera. Cut to black SUVS, Steph falls into pool. Tim is asleep in the confessional booth. The screen reads:

They have money. They have issues. And now they have a camera crew.

NARRATOR:

“Previously on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras—Stephanie discovered her incompetencies in the kitchen, Richard had a catastrophic breakdown leading up to the family dinner and Y/N had her banana milk stolen and never found out about the offender, this week on Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras, the Wayne take a trip to Costco, in attempts for "middle class immersion" in the words of Mr.Wayne.

CONFESSIONAL CAM - Y/N

[Y/N]: Daddy said we needed to learn how to ‘live like the commoners.’ So he rented out a Costco. Because obviously the most grounded way to experience the working class is by clearing out a warehouse that sells peri peri sauce by the bucket. I came for the free samples and banana milk.... and to watch Tim horde coffee beans and red bulls like a fucking dumbass

SCENE: INT. COSTCO – DAY

Dick, with wonder in his eyes: I love Costco it's like Target but on creatine.

Jason: (Already holding three rotisserie chickens) I'm not leaving without the giant teddy bear. I need it. For my—emotional support.

Tim: Why is everything in packs of 600?

Damian: (pushing the cart as though it is a war chariot) WHY ARE THERE THREE KILOS OF GRATED CHEESE IN THE CART?

Y/N: (holding a 1.5kg jar of Nutella and appears to be bench pressing a 72 pack of banana milk) “You bitches are asking the wrong questions. Where are the food samples?”

CONFESSIONAL CAM: TIM

Tim: Y/N took one of those free samples and looked the poor woman dead in the eye and said, ‘I’m going to need a whole pie for testing purposes.’ And somehow she GOT IT.

SCENE: HOUSEHOLD SUPPLIES AISLE

Bruce: (reading label) Darling, do we need a pack of 48 bath towels?

Y/N: We didn’t need a 70-room mansion either did we daddy, but here we are.

Jason: Are we talking about regrets? Because I found a kayak. I want the kayak.

Dick: Jason, we don’t have a lake????

Jason: Didn’t say I’d use it on water Dickwad

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DAMIAN

Damian, (arms crossed, fully serious): I tackled someone for the last tub of hummus. I have no regrets. They were 76. Survival of the fittest.

SCENE: CHECKOUT

Employee: (terrified) That’ll be $9,873.42.

Y/N: (hands over another party-sized bag of doritos, walks over to buy hotdog ) Dad, blink once if you’re judging me.

Bruce: (does not blink)

Tim: We bought 120 rolls of toilet paper.

Y/N: “You say that like you don’t have trust fund anxiety.”

Jason: “I bought a tent even though don’t camp, I just wanna to sit in it when I hate all of you

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DICK

Dick: We lost Damian for a few minutes and when we found him he was in the mega camping tent on display

CONFESSIONAL CAM – BRUCE

Bruce: I wanted to teach them humility. Instead, Y/N asked if she could buy a forklift ‘just because it looks like fun.’

CONFESSIONAL CAM – Y/N

Y/N: I did donuts in the Costco parking lot with my Urus, I made Tim film it.Jason joined in with his motor bike, and Dick stole the dirt bike Dad bought Damian, I literally love this family.”

ENDING SCENE: THE LOADING DOCK

Bruce stares at a mountain of bulk items.

Jason and Dick are sword fighting with baguettes.

Tim is checking if they got enough cold brew to last the week (they didn’t).

Y/N is trying to fit a 2m teddy bear into The Range Rover because her Urus' boot is full

Damian is attempting to indoctrinate a goose that wandered in from outside into crime fighting.

Narrator:

“Next week on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras — - the Waynes throw a charity gala, Y/N mistakes it for a themed rave. - Tim overdoses on espresso, needing a chamomile tea IV Drip, - Jason wears the giant teddy bear as a disguise. “Tune in for more wealth, whiplash, and whatever the hell Damian’s doing in the koi pond.”

LMFAO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!!!!

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› 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟎𝟐: click here for the mha version!

ᥫ᭡ 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 — I get the feeling that kuroo is an iced drink type of guy. but like the obnoxious type — no matter what the season is, he gets an iced beverage. in sleet and hail, I promise you, kuroo will still have some sort of cold beverage in his hand. I think he would absolutely tear up an iced cinnamon dolce latte, and everyone is telling him that it's disgusting, cause what do you even mean cinnamon dolce? the syrup is low-key, not the best, but the topping is yummy. on a random day, if he feels like switching it up, I feel like he would look something random up and try it. but he would end up actually messing with it. if not the iced cinnamon dolce latte, then I think he'd totally mess with an 'ice shaken espresso with 2% milk, 2 pumps of brown sugar, and 1 pump of cinnamon dolce. extra cinnamon dolce powder too’. much like all of the other guys, I think the baristas actually swoon when he walks in because I just know this man is a smooth talker.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐘𝐮 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐚 — you know how kids be coming inside the house after running around outside all day, and get a sip of water and they just be panting, and breathing heavy? that's nishinoya inhaling a “trenta strawberry acai lemonade refresher, with mango dragonfruit base and extra strawberry pieces". like I really don't have the words to describe it, but he just gives like highlighter outfit, and riding on a bike all day with his friends. I can see him sooo clearly getting a cakepop too — probably a cookies n cream one.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐊𝐞𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 — booooo im throwing tomatoes, his order is basic, lame, boring. he got the order of a couple's divorce lawyer. "a grande cold brew, no cream or sugar, thanks". I promise you, the barista probably looks at him like he's crazy. nobody under the age of 24 ever orders a black cold brew. I imagine that sometimes if the cafe is slow, and tsukishima is in there, the barista's will push for him to try something new, or add something small to his order. tsukishima's stubborn ass obviously wouldn't be messing with it at first — but he reluctantly lets up eventually. the barista's put him onto like a vanilla sweet cream [nitro] cold brew. he wouldn't dare admit that he likes it, but the barista definitely notices when he starts switching up his order.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 — people gotta take a deep breath when they see bokuto enter the establishment, they love my boy down, but they never know what to expect to come from his mouth. I think that bokuto is a regular frappe order, like very much "a venti caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino, extra extra whip, extra extra caramel, extra extra crunch, and a birthday cakepop :D". every single barista knows he is a volleyball player, and every single barista is worried about that man. i think at least two of the barista's have a crush on him, and has attempted to write their number on the cup of his order, but bokuto doesn't even notice with how quickly he inhales his frappe.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 — kageyama definitely is not a coffee drinker, like at all. I feel caffeine would have him itchin' and twitchin', like he had too much creatine at the gym. I think the only drink that he could withstand for the most part is a tall americano, maybe a grande if he's pushing it. he doesn't really get what half the shit on the menu means. "what's the difference between a macchiato and a latte? isn't it basically the same thing?" theoretically yes — but there's a difference honey! one time he didn't specify what size he wanted, so the barista rung up a venti americano (for reference, a tall has 2 shots of espresso & a venti has 4 shots). and lets just say he was off his game for the day with hella shaky hands and hella heart palpitations.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 — suna is definitely an iced matcha drinker. argue with the wall. I can see him genuinely having fun and spicing up his drink a little bit. his order would be sumn like “a venti iced matcha latte, 5 pumps of vanilla, vanilla sweet cream cold foam, and cinnamon on top" That's his order verbatim. I can see Atsumu's ass messing with him saying his drink is 'girly' (which don't even make no sense, but pop off twin). if suna has some extra time to kill, I feel like he'd also grab a croissant. he really likes the pastries there, but he doesn't have the time to be running late.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 — akaashi's order is honestly so simple, and incredibly straightforward. "grande flat white with almond milk". its simple, it's clean, and it makes sense for him. all of the baristas love him, and he knows all of them by name, and he definitely has a close relationship with a lot of the baristas'. when it's in season, I think I can definitely see him being a pumpkin spice fan on the downlow. I think he'd eat up a calm lil pumpkin spice latte.

ᥫ᭡ 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 — I feel like Iwaizumi is such a chill guy. he’ll experiment with the menu for a little while, until he finds an order that he really messes with. like, the order that he always gets. I think that Iwa would order an iced shaken espresso. maybe specifically the "hazelnut oatmilk shaken espresso". I don't think he's lactose intolerant, but I do believe he just really likes oat milk. It's not too many calories, and it gives him enough energy to get through the day and to deal with shittykawa's bullshit. I also can't really see Iwa having much of a sweet tooth, so I can see him definitely aiming for more of the 'nuttier' flavors.

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Smut of sub! Yandere doll? Like marking him, dom him, since he is a doll with unlimited stamina, he is just insatiable. Experienced it once and he keep trying to initiate. Maybe some demonic love potion or etc (even tho we already love him) maybe something like that? Thank you for the food 💘

YEP YEP YOU ARE A GENIUS ANON!! Thank you for sending an Ask!! <3

🌶️ under the cut!

Turns out Demons have heat cycles, and you had no idea that the doll that was in your possession was just that, a demon.

Angelo had been insufferable as of lately, he had been extra loving and just overly clingy, you have no clue what to do about his situation, was he comfortable with you helping him?

yesterday he set your nintendo on fire because he got jealous that the console was taking way too much of your time and attention,

You were beyond done with the little shit, and you were going to make him pay you back every little bit of annoyance he caused.

that led to now, the doll was beneath you, his arms around your neck as you bit down on the soft skin of his clavicle, your teeth digging in so deep into him that you could feel his skin bunching up under your teeth,

“HAAh!- yesyesyesyes!” The male drawled out in a high pitched voice, he wasn’t even trying to hide that he liked it, what a whore..

Your hands were holding onto his hips, fingers digging into the soft skin covering over his hip bones, marking his skin with blotches of red and purple,

His hips stuttered with each bite you planted, his thighs rubbing together with every stroke of your tongue against his once unmarked skin,

this was what he wanted. He needed it just this time! Liar.

Having sex with you just felt so ethereal, so passionate and loving, this feeling he felt wasn’t lust, but instead infatuation.. Devotion— There just weren’t enough words to describe what he felt for you,

He didn’t do this out of only lust— That sounded unfitting of what he actually felt, but he was making love with you.. He loved how that rolled off his tongue..

His head lolled back, baring more of his neck to you, basically begging you to bite him there too,

drool seeped out of the doll’s mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head whenever your strap/cock rammed into his prostate,

You moved your hold from his hips to his thighs, propping up his long limbs on your shoulders,

Angelo mewled at the new closeness of skin, relishing in the warmth of your own skin, your cock was now pressed up against his G-spot,

with each thrust pushing deeper into him, you could start to see a belly bulge from the animalistic pace you were going at,

Angelo put his hand on the rising portion of skin, his watery eyes looking up at you lovingly, if you looked hard enough you would be able to see the hearts in his eyes,

“haa!~ so good! Feels so good..” The chestnut haired male moaned out, feeling the tip of the strap under his skin, it was like you were actually meaning to impregnate him— He wished he actually had working reproductive organs, he only wished he could get pregnant like a human would!

”hehe~ L-Love you being inside me..” Angelo giggled between whimpers, his eyes glazed over with tears, now running down his round cheeks,

You looked elsewhere, just now feeling embarrassed of what you were doing with the doll, how did things get to this caliber? You went from buying a doll from a second hand website to blowing that same doll’s back out,

you decided to bite down on his inner thigh, circling your tongue around the soft skin to create a bruise,

The doll moved his hands behind your head, gently untangling your hair, brushing back the strands sticking to your forehead, before planting a passionate kiss on your lips, his tongue lapping up your saliva like a starved man,

One of your hands stroked his dick, your nails teasingly brushing against the veiny portions,

you teased the tip with your index finger, the pad of your finger rubbing against the sensitive slit of the glossy head,

pre cum dampened your hand, the substance creating slimy webs between your fingers,

you gently squeezed his dick while keeping a steady pace, you could only imagine how good it felt being jerked off and also getting fucked, and that surely showed on the male’s porcelain features,

his hair was sprawled put on the mattress, cheeks a pretty red color, eyes were half lidded while he stared into your own eyes with desperation and nothing but pure love, it was like he wanted more, more, more.

you bit especially hard on his thigh, causing his skin to break under your teeth, the taste of iron fresh on your tongue as you squeezed his dick particularly tighter,

“Urk— O-Ough!~♡” that particular moan was even better than most porns, his fingers dug into your scalp, pushing your face closer into his bruised thighs,

“ThankyouThank youThank youThank you!!” Angelo cried out, his legs shaking in spasms, getting visibly closer to his high,

With one last high pitched moan (that would get a noise complaint) the ribbon on the present came undone,

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!! Love you so so much!”

he tightly hugged your head close to his soft chest, your hand became covered with white ropes of warm semen dripping down your fingers like melted ice cream,

Angelo opened his eyes slowly, gently letting his arms loosen around your head, but not enough to completely let you go,

his chest rose and lowered, those pitch black eyes staring into yours, giving you one of his unsettling stares— Those that felt like he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in his world (I’m going to have to hold your hand while saying this..)

Angelo kissed you once again, then again, again and until he was kissing your whole face, you ignored when he licked your sweaty temple,

“You did so well..” He praised, letting his legs drop from your shoulders to hug you against him more intimately,

you cleaned his flat stomach with a stray napkin, soaking up the residue of cum from his skin and your own fingers,

“Thank you.. You..You have always helped me— I know I repeat this a lot.. But You do know that I love you beyond life and death itself, right?” He smiled with a tilt of his head, holding your face in his cold hands,

You nodded, looking into his dark irises, you never looked into his eyes so closely, just now you noticed there was a slight ring of maroon around his pupil,

“You know that no matter who or what gets in my way will never separate us?” He looked at you expectantly, you nodded, “Of course you know, my dear! We both know that no matter what our love always stands tall.” He booped your nose with his finger before cuddling you into his chest again, his chin resting on top of your head,

he may just be a little crazy for your love, but he knows you secretly like it, and he just can’t let go of you anymore, his heart is far too small for the large amount of love he has for you, but even that won’t stop him from being with you.

nothing will stop him now.

A/N: pheewww!! That was a long one, my brain was having trouble thinking on what to write for him, well it was kinda fun! Enjoy! :3

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Happy New Year, here's an unpolished comic about a 12-year-old having a breakdown over space peanuts with his great-aunt

Ford, sweetie, I love you, but your glasses (and that sixth finger) are going to be the death of me

Mabel, you're fine, except for your boots, why did I give you fuzzy boots, fuzz is hard

Transcription below; please let me know if I should put it under a cut, and thank you for reading! Happy New Year ^^

Mabel: "Here, try these." "You've been missing Earth foods, right?"

Ford: "?" "What are they?"

Mabel: "Nuts! They taste just like peanuts."

Mabel: "Well, almost. They're a bit sweeter, like they're candied!" "They keep pretty well, too!" "We could get a bunch to go..." "...?"

Mabel: "Hey, what's wrong, Pine Nut? Are those ones bad?"

Ford: "..." "... No, it's not that..." "Lee always liked toffee peanuts... these taste just like them."

Ford: "... Lee would love these."

Mabel: "..." "Well, then, we'll have to pick up some more before we get you home, then, won't we?"

Ford: "... Yeah..."

(program: Krita; time taken: about 8 hours 30 minutes)

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KLEPTOMANIAC BITCH

RAFE CAMERON X READER

warning . kleptomaniac!reader , strong language , misogyny , frat humor , suggestive language , rafe is a major cunt

synopsis . kildare university. everyone knows you—not because you’re particularly loud or popular, but because of that little… issue of yours. you steal. all the time. small things, big things, anything shiny or expensive enough to catch your eye. it’s not something you can control—it’s a compulsion, something that grips you tight until you give in. and sure, you usually return what you take… eventually. as long as you don’t get too attached, that is. but the night you somehow manage to steal rafe’s ring at a party, all hell breaks loose. no one really knows how you did it—not even you, maybe. but one thing’s for sure: rafe is furious. he’s not the type to just let things slide and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back.

figure eight. 11:30 a.m.

topper’s gym.

the air stank of testosterone and tension. sweat, overpriced men’s deodorant, powdered creatine, and the sour-sweet scent of protein shakes left abandoned in half-cleaned blenders. it reeked of man—raw, cocky, gym-obsessed man—and more importantly, it reeked of frustration.

rafe was fucking seething.

since friday night’s party, his ring had gone missing. the ring—his mother’s, the one she gave him before she left. and saying he was pissed didn’t even come close to covering it.

he was in a murderous mood, jaw locked so tight he was seconds away from breaking his molars, and if he could’ve dragged you in here by your hair to make you spit it out, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat.

you’d dared to lay your filthy little hands on something that belonged to him. his stuff. his ring. his goddamn property. and if he let this slide, then he wasn’t rafe fucking cameron.

“dude, chill…” topper’s voice broke the thick air, strained between reps. “that chick is sick in the head. she’ll probably give it back eventually.”

rafe let out a noise—half growl, half grunt—as he lifted a dumbbell that made the veins on his arms and neck pop like cords under pressure.

“does it look like i give a fuck?” he snapped, voice sharp and dangerous, his brows drawn together and his eyes darkened with that special kind of rage he wore so well.

it had been four goddamn days and it still felt fresh, like it happened five minutes ago. and it wasn’t like he was blowing this out of proportion. that ring actually meant something. it wasn’t just about the object—it was the principle. and the bitch who stole it?

yeah, he was gonna destroy you.

“i know shit’s important to you,” kelce muttered, gripping the barbell and slowly lowering it to his chest, controlling the movement like the gym rat he was. “but you gotta chill out, dawg… or you’re gonna pop a fuckin’ blood vessel.” he pushed the bar back up with a strained groan.

“fuck that. i’m gonna find that fuckin’ kleptomaniac bitch and teach her some good fuckin’ lessons,” rafe growled, pacing his breaths as he continued repping the weight. slow, steady, full of rage.

sweat was rolling down his spine, dripping from his temple, soaking into his hair which was slicked back but stubbornly held one rebellious strand that kept falling into his eyes. he looked like every frat guy stereotype had been molded into one—shirtless, jacked, furious. and yeah, he was proud of it. hell, he banked on his body to do most of the talking since his personality was pure fucking poison. not that he cared, it didn’t stop him from doing coke or fucking girls whenever he felt like it.

but right now?

none of that mattered.

what mattered was you. and getting his hands on you just long enough to teach you a lesson so brutal, so unforgettable, that your little klepto habit would run for the hills and never dare show its face again.

you weren’t just some pretty little thing who liked shiny stuff. you were a thief, and he was gonna break you like one.

“bitch’s out here stealing instead of bending over and lettin’ us hit that ass,” rafe spit, venom in his voice as he dropped the dumbbell to the floor with a heavy thud, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

topper and kelce burst into laughter, the kind of loud, locker-room cackling that echoed off the walls like they were the fucking kings of the place.

no shame. no filter. just boys being exactly the little shits they were raised to be.

“fuckin’ facts, man,” topper chimed in, a mean little smirk spreading across his lips. “her tits are like… fuckin’ magic.”

“could stare at them all day, all night,” kelce added with a sleazy chuckle, rising from the machine to chug from his water bottle like it was tequila.

disgusting, yeah. but they were guys, and guys didn’t resist a killer body when it walked past them like it owned the damn world.

and you—you were batshit crazy, no doubt about it. but goddamn, your tits were perfect and your ass was just asking to be stared at. rafe had caught himself checking you out before. at parties, on campus. and especially last saturday night, right before you decided to play your little thief game and take his fucking ring.

no one knew how you pulled it off, that was the biggest mystery. rafe never took that ring off. not for showers, not for sex, not even for fights. but somehow, somehow, you’d managed to get your fucking hands on it.

and sure, you were just another stuck-up girl on campus with a fat ass and too much attitude—but you were the only one known for stealing shit. so yeah. it had to be you. no debate. no discussion. you were in his sights now and he sure as hell didn’t miss.

“shiit, coulda been behind her, gripping her hair and givin’ her backshots…” rafe’s words oozed filth, and the laughters got even louder, like they weren’t sitting in a fucking gym but on a throne built of misogyny and protein powder. “she clearly not gettin’ fucked enough to be actin’ like that.”

rafe didn’t even flinch while spitting out that, this was their usual dynamic. everything came back to sex. always. maturity? introspection? consequences? never heard of them.

“i mean,” rafe continued, tapping both his temples with his fingers like he was making the most brilliant point of his entire life, “if her brain’s already so fucked up… i should prolly fuck it up some more, right?”

he didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t need one. his logic, as twisted as it was, made perfect sense to him. a moment passed. kelce and topper exchanged a look—brief, unreadable, but rafe caught it. he wasn’t stupid.

“i don’t get it,” kelce finally said, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. “you wanna get your ring back or bang her?”

“both,” rafe said bluntly, without a second of hesitation. “m’gonna get my fuckin’ ring and fuck her brains out.”

and that was it. that was the plan. short, violent, crystal clear.

topper and kelce burst out laughing again like he’d just said the funniest shit ever. they knew rafe. he fucked anything that moved, and most girls wanted it, too. wanted him.

but hearing him lay it out like that—raw, aggressive, dead serious about making you pay and scream in the same breath—was somehow even funnier.

but rafe?

rafe wasn’t laughing at all.

he was already picturing your face when he’d finally corner you and smash your head against his pillows, fucking the shit out of you. already planning every word, every move, every way he was going to make you regret ever laying a finger on his ring.

he was gonna take back what was his, and maybe ruin you a little along the way.

a/n . . probably gonna make a pt 2, or even a series!! pls tell me what u think

xoxo

[philativy]

May I request a secretly devilish MC? Like a wolf in sheep's clothing. They act nice and stuff but they like to prank people and cause trouble but it is almost impossible to blame bc they're so nice! Why in the world would they ever do that? Thanks in advance, love love love your writing

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

a/n: tysm anon! sorry i’ve been keeping you waiting! i still have a few days left of my trip, and things have been slow. writing is hard in these circumstances! anyhow, i did decide to just make this a short passage instead of a full-length drabble since i wasn’t really sure how how to make a long plot out of it. i hope you enjoy regardless!

You’ve never done anything wrong in your life — Mammon is convinced. So is Diavolo. And Asmodeus. And a majority of the devilish figures in your newfound life. You, for all intents and purposes, are content to remain the pinnacle of human innocence and sincerity.

But even your saccharine nature must take a back seat when an opportunity, gilded and waiting, presents itself.

Take, for example, the harmless rearranging of Levi’s figurines (he claims they’re alphabetical, but seriously, how does that work?), or replacing Beelzebub’s creatine with baby powder. All of which were relatively easily fixed in the long run, and you were able to pass off as the mischievous misdoings of someone else.

In this moment, you sit with your back against Satan’s chest, scrolling on your phone, while your feet are propped up on a sleeping Belphie’s ribcage. Satan reads over your shoulder, his chin propped up and his arms caging your sides. A book is pinched between the lanky fingers of his right hand, while the left absentmindedly rub circles into your tummy.

You hear the telltale clunk of Lucifer’s shoes as they approach. The strides pause outside your door, but are soon succeeded by a heavy rapping on the door.

You look up. Belphie and Satan, pointedly, do not.

Lucifer pushes the door to your room open and eyes the cozy trio. His arms are crossed, his brows pinched in that "angry dad" way that he has perfected.

"Would any of you like to explain why my cologne appears to be the same scent as Asmodeus' bathroom air freshener?" He rumbles.

"It’s not my business what you spend your money on." Satan sniffs, pressing his nose further into the junction of your neck with indignation.

"Answer my question."

"No, I have no idea why your cologne smells like that. Happy?"

Lucifer grunts. "Belphegor?"

Belphie groans and shakes his head noncommittally.

Lucifer’s eyes fall on you, finally. Perhaps the others are fooled by your — admittedly lovely — doe eyes, but he will not be. "And you?"

At Lucifer’s accusation, Satan curls tighter around you. He appears offended on your behalf.

"They'd never."

"I'd never." You agree, batting your eyelashes.

Lucifer scowls, pinches the bridge of his nose, and backs out of your room.

You return to your doom scrolling, only to be interrupted by a little banner at the top of your screen:

Luci 💋: Please come to my room tonight after dinner. Your deception is deserving of retribution, yes?

Withholding a giggle, you shoot off a short affirmative before leaning back against Satan’s hold. It went just as you planned.

[jesuistrestriste]

sage i DESPERATELY need Artemis Donaldson angst.

Like you only call him that when your mad or upset with him. Just the thought makes him wanna sob profusely. along with even the hint of a raised voice? oh yeah he’s on the floor crying

art wasn’t sure how the fight even started.

it was a cold morning and you two had decided to stay in for the day and sit down and chat.

and, more specifically, it had turned into a chat about his tennis career and how the trajectory of it had been affecting your guys’ relationship.

it wasn’t meant to be a serious conversation, and it even started out light and with laughter..!

but then you made a comment about how it seemed like his recent losing streak was making him more closed-off, and art… well.. he got defensive.

he didn’t mean to, but he’s been more sensitive about his losses lately. he scoffed and bit back at you, “… i mean… i don’t know… i don’t exactly feel like you’ve been super supportive.”

and you can’t help but stare at him from the other side of the kitchen table, your face now scrunched up subtly into an expression that can only be perceived as bewilderment and confusion. and maybe a bit of resentment.

“uh.. what? you don’t think i’ve been supportive?”

art looks down at his hands resting over the tabletop, his brows raising slightly as his lips part while he finds his words. god, his walls are building back up in record time. he loves you more than life itself, but right now he feels like he’s being backed into a corner.

he feels like he’s being chastised by the one person he craves reassurance from.

“not really. i— okay, like, i know you’re helping me find new trainers and getting me on that creatine bullshit, but.. i need you to tell me i’ll get better, and not just tell me how ‘sad’ it is that i lost…” he scoffs.

you shake your head and huff, your brow furrowed as you feel your heartbeat pick up in pace. he’s never been like this before with you.

“i…” you rub your temple, “im not going to coddle you. that’s not me, it never was. i love you, but im also trying to be a little tough on you here—”

your words reach his ears, but he’s already in his head. his cheeks are flushing red with growing frustration and need, and he shakes his head. he cuts you off.

“nope, no no, no—“ he frowns, looking to your eyes, “i, god, i just need you to be a little sympathetic..! it’s like, i beat myself up enough already WITHOUT you getting on my back—!”

“Art,” you try to calm him down and bring him back, feeling attacked by his words and expectations, but he’s spiraling fast.

“—and it’s so frustrating to get off the courts and have that sinking feeling in my gut because i KNOW that you’re gonna get this disappointed look on your face like you think i’m a lost cause..!”

the tips of his ears are pink and he’s not even looking at you anymore. you scoff, shaking your head as you study his fidgeting frame while his hands raise to gesture to his invisible complaints.

“—i just need you to be a little compassionate with me from time to time, is that fucking wrong?”

“Art—“ you say, your tone firmer and louder, but he’s still rambling on.

“like, fuck! i can’t take it sometimes..! i really can’t, you just— i’m—“ he leans over the table, his elbows propping up his palms so that he can push his forehead into them, “i’m so tired, and i feel like nothing is ever gonna be enough to satisfy you—!”

“ARTEMIS..!”

your stern shout of his full name snaps him so fast out of his stupor that he nearly gets dizzy. it rings through his ears and clings to his throat, sliding down and burning in his chest. you never use his name like that. not unless he’s really, truly messed up..

he lifts his head in an instant, and the look on your face is what does it. the pain, the hurt, the confusion, the guilt, the anger. it’s written all over your features and it’s overwriting all of his perfect memories of your happy, beautiful image. he did this. he made you feel like you weren’t doing enough.. and all because he’s struggling with his own emotions so badly that he can’t bottle them up anymore.

he swallows the lump in his throat, desperately trying not to fall apart, but it’s far too late for that now.

he feels the sting in his eyes and the heat creeping up his neck, and then a choked-off sob escapes his lips before he can stop the tears from spilling. they roll down his cheeks and then he’s leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands.

and now your own breathing has stopped. you stand up from your chair and walk over to his side, knowing that he needs you more now than ever. even if he just criticized your character for a good long while. he needs you.

you place a hand on his upper back as it shakes, and his shoulders hitch as he starts to sob harshly. sniffling and hiccuping as he leans in and pulls his touch from his face to wrap his arms around your waist. he pushes his nose into your stomach; aching cries being muffled by your shirt.

“i’m, i’m sorry, im so sorry, im sorry, im sorry” he whimpers, his digits fisting the fabric of your top like he’s scared you’ll pull away soon.

your other hand moves up to his short blonde hair, stroking it as you frown and look down to him clinging to you. “shhh…” you whisper

he just shakes his head against your frame and sobs harder, “i didn’t— i didn’t mean it, i—im sorry, i didn’t really—i didn’t mean any of that, im just so—“

“tell me…” you say gently, tenderly, but it only makes him feel worse. he thinks he doesn’t deserve your kindness after all he just said.

“i’m so… s-sad..” he sobs softly and painfully, like he’s been holding it in for years. like he’s a young kid back at the mark rebellato tennis academy and he just lost an important match for the first time. the disappointment on patrick’s face. the guilt making him cower slightly while the other doubles team shrieks with victory. all of it. everything he’s ever done to make you or someone else feel let down. it’s all coming out now. and he can’t stop it.

his words cause your heart to shatter, and you slowly stroke the back of his head before you lean down to kiss the top of it, “oh, baby,” you whisper, concern and sympathy lacing your syllables. art sniffles.

“i’m sorry.”

you shake your head and whisper down to him, “i get it.. i.. i’m so sorry that i didn’t know you were dealing with all of this…”

“… well, i didn’t say anything.”

“i should have pressed harder when i realized you seemed more quiet around the apartment.”

“it’s not your fault.”

“it’s not yours either, art..”

he squeezes his eyes shut tight, two more fat tears slipping down. he nods, even if he doesn’t believe that he agrees.

two more kisses grace the top of his head, and then he’s pulling back and lifting his face to look up to yours. his eyes are lidded and red, his nose tinted the same hue, and he sniffles once more. cheeks streaked with salty regret. his hands slide up your lower back, his chin on your abdomen, “… thank you…

… i love you.”