#ideal way to binge the show

[yanderespamton78]

ive already shown this to anyone who actually cares pretty much loll (anyone following the addison arg) but i might as well post it on here

this is actually the first proper animation ive done :'D like other than this ive animated a ball bouncing but that was more to test the software than anything,, lucky for me i consume animation memes more than i consume water so i know the basics B)

[another-lost-mc]

Shower Thoughts: Their bathing habits, with and without you.

Featuring: The Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Domestic fluff and non-explicit smut. Sharing a bath/shower together; sexual and non-sexual touching; mentions of teasing, semi-public sex (showering together in the RAD locker room), penetration (Reader receiving).

A/N: Shaking off the rust. I blame the new Nightmare cards by the way. I wanted to write this for the OCs and figured I should show some of the others some love too. Like always, my fav bias is showing. (Most of Asmo's section is based on things that occur in the bath scene of Desperation.)

LUCIFER

Showering is part of his morning routine - he wants to look and feel his best, his pride won't settle for anything less. (Plus, it helps wake him up for mornings when coffee alone won't do the trick.)

Baths are a rare luxury for him. Ideally, he'll have the house (and your company) all to himself so he can soak in the fragrant bubbles without worrying about what his brothers are getting up to.

(The fact that they're not home and loose in the Devildom is just as worrying, please try to distract him.)

He's not against the idea of shower sex, but it can be cramped and awkward. He would rather tease you with gentle, lingering touches that leave you both a little hot and desperate before leading you to bed where he can enjoy you properly. He's surprisingly unconcerned about getting his bedsheets wet when it means having you naked and willing underneath him as soon as possible.

MAMMON

Mammon usually showers at night. He'd rather have the extra time to sleep in the mornings before class. If he has to work or has a photoshoot, he's definitely showering before bed - he and his bedding are a mess from sticky, gel-caked hair and the eye makeup he didn't remove properly if he doesn't.

He doesn't usually take baths - too boring, too slow - but if you like taking baths...well.

Whether he's in the shower with you or the tub with you, he's open for anything and everything you might want to do. Even an innocent suggestion for a romantic shower or bath together turns dirty quickly when his eyes and hands start to roam across so much exposed, wet skin.

LEVIATHAN

For a self-proclaimed otaku, his showering habits aren't that bad.

Sure, maybe before you came along, he spent less time worrying about his grooming and personal hygiene and more time worrying about his idols' stream schedules and pre-sale ticket dates for the various movies or concerts he wanted to see.

However, you're here now and you're important to him, so whether he wants to admit it or not, that changes things. If he wants you to hang out in his room for hours at a time gaming or binge-watching anime, both him and his room need to be in guest-ready shape.

He showers more often when he's been cooped in his room on the sofa or in his fashionable-but-not-functional gaming chair that makes his back sweat. Even a quick cool-off rinse in the shower is enough to leave him looking and feeling refreshed which is perfect - he hopes he can convince you to cuddle with him in his tub after.

Maybe it's his natural affinity for water, but he enjoys showering or bathing equally. It's tricky when most tubs aren't big enough for him to spread out with his tail out too, but thankfully they're big enough for you to fit in the tub with him which is just as good - better, even!

He's shy with you in the shower or tub. He prefers to stand behind you so he's not tempted to stare at your chest (or lower). No one touches him as gently or with more care as you do. And the way you run your hands along the scales of his tail or his neck...he's going to try and hide his twitching erection from you and hope you don't say anything if you notice it. He can't help how good you make him feel, but he's not always confident enough to return the favour.

If you want him to touch you, you'll probably have to explicitly ask him to - and wouldn't you know it, your hands resting on his while you guide them to move over your body is one of many acts of intimacy he ends up craving from you.

SATAN

He showers in the morning. He's one of the few student council members that wears his uniform properly and I think he wants the rest of him to look and smell good too.

He enjoys a nice bath once in a while. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but they're a semi-regular part of his routine. He can load up the bath tray with a book, even a cup of coffee or snack if he's feeling peckish that night; time passes in a blue as he soaks away some of the stress that burdens him. If you join him for a bath, he'd love to read to you or simply hold you against his chest while music streams from his D.D.D. nearby.

Showers are useful if he's in a rush, or maybe he just wants to rinse off the day's grime (especially if he was at the club or in a fight). Or perhaps he's not in a rush after all, judging by the way he ushers you into the bathroom with him and tugs at your clothing so you can join him under the warm spray.

Whether he simply wants to melt under your fingers as you work suds into his hair and across his body, or if your naked body so close to his is too much temptation to ignore, know that you're probably the only one who gets to see him - all of him - exposed this way.

ASMODEUS

It's no secret that the Avatar of Lust adores his private bathroom, with its high ceiling and numerous cupboards full of fluffy towels and bottles full of the most expensive haircare and body wash and massage oils that Grimm can buy.

His luxurious tub - if you can call it that, considering it's bigger than any hot tub you've ever been in before - is full of fragrant, crystal-clear water that Asmo adds scented oils and skin-softening potions to. No matter how long you bathe together, the water remains clean and warm (there's a handy spell for that).

Asmo loves the intimacy of pampering you and having you do the same for him. It's almost magical, the way he massages you with slow, rhythmic strokes as he washes you with beauty products he personally selects. He considers your preferences above his own so that everything he brings into the bath is scented with your favourite fragrant notes. If you share his bed that night, he can smell you on his pillow and sheets long after you've parted ways.

Naturally, once he's spent his time spoiling you with his tender touches and whispered affection, he's desperate to have your hands on him next.

Bathing doesn't always have to lead to more than soft, teasing touches. He's not against the idea - it wouldn't be the first time his fingers teased between your legs while he nuzzled the back of your neck and nipped at your ear - but this sort of comfort is like divinity to him. It's a sort of worship he offers you that he's offered no one else before, and no matter how much the outside world demands your attention (or his), this is one rare opportunity where you can truly be alone together.

BEELZEBUB

Beel's shower routine is fairly simple. 1. Shower after Fangol practice or games. 2. Shower after eating at a buffet-style restaurant. 3. Shower before bed if nothing else applies.

Of course, Beel learns that there's a certain charm to showering with you too. He used to complain the communal shower he shares with his siblings is a bit too cramped for his liking, and with you it's even worse, but that's simply a convenient excuse to press himself against you while he hardens against your back, or he cages you against the wall while his arms block everything else from view.

(The open showers in the locker room at the Fangol pitch are fun in their own way when post-victory showers with Beel turn frisky from giddy excitement and too much adrenaline to burn.)

Showering is simply a part of his routine, but like most things he does, Beel thinks they're more enjoyable when he can entice you to join him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie's not necessarily lazy - he just prefers to spend his time and energy doing things that are important to him. It's not his fault if that very short list can be summarized as sleeping and spending time with you.

Sleeping is most comfortable when he's clean from the day's sweat and smells - the last thing he wants to do is ruin the attic's cozy little nest by crawling into bed smelling like anyone else but him and you. That means if he's going to shower before bed, he's dragging you with him if you haven't had one already.

Belphie might not be lazy, but that doesn't mean he won't use every trick in the book to convince you to touch him and pamper him as much as possible. He whines that he's too sleepy to fiddle with all the buttons of his RAD blazer, and he smirks like a satisfied cat while you huff at his ridiculousness and help undress him anyway.

(He knows you indulge him because you like it too - did you think he wouldn't notice the way your eyes roam his bare chest or the way your fingers twitch excitedly when you reach for his belt?)

Shower or bath sex is a bit messy and not as relaxing as he would like - the tiles are hard and cool against your back, it's hard to prep you properly in the tub as water sloshes against the sides and spills over the floor. It's inconvenient and not the sexiest experience in his opinion.

However. The shower is an excellent place to tease you with an innocent pout on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lips trail lazily along whatever bare, wet skin they can reach while greedy fingers prepare you for something bigger once you're finally in bed together, moving together lazily in the sheets and putting off cleaning the mess until morning.

(And even if Belphie gets a little carried away in the shower as he stretches you with his fingers or his mouth, or possibly his cock if he's that riled up, the clean-up has never been easier.)

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[csuitebitches]

Mentality, Discipline, Emulating your Ideal Self 

I’m starting a new series called Chic Girl Mentality. I’ll cover all sorts of things that you need, and perhaps a reality check or reminder or two. 🤍

Discipline is sexy. Discipline is one of the sexiest things you notice in a person. 

What makes discipline so sexy? Why is a person who is consistent with their habits, goals, achievements so attractive?

No one is born naturally fit with a six pack, your talents and intelligence will 100% go to waste if you don’t hone them continuously - you need to be disciplined to be your best. 

Discipline is hard. 

It’s also what helps us overcome hardship. 

Going from overweight to a healthy body; working on your confidence; upskilling yourself, getting a degree- these are “hardships” that one overcomes. 

And the only way to overcome is to be disciplined and work towards your goal. 

When other people - or even yourself - see the work that goes in for you to be you, the first trait that jumps out is resilience. 

Resilience shows mental strength. Mental strength shows dependability. Because it shows you’ve overcome hardship. 

Discipline also means that you have a standard. You have a certain level of self respect, you respect yourself enough to look after yourself. 

Sexual discipline, for instance. That’s the first thing I look for in a man. Sexual discipline relays a lot of information- the level of being impulsive, respectful, “in charge”, in control of themselves and their emotions, behaviour, etc. 

Which is why disciplined people are perceived as more likely to be successful- it shows you’re proactive, you’re tenacious, etc. 

And that’s exactly how it culminates into confidence.

This is how you build confidence. 

Only when you are disciplined towards your goals, will you achieve them - and achieving them will give you a sense of satisfaction and “yes I did it! Even though it was hard!” - it creates a sense of security and self reliance. 

You’re seen as put together, mentally strong and capable, you’re seen as dependable. 

Whether friend or partner, you will - if you have a healthy state of mind - always gravitate towards people who are dependable. 

Dependable people are secure. They’re secure about themselves, their decisions, they can overcome mistakes or bumps in the road. 

Disciplined people are also perceived to have a very strong level of self control. Controlling your impulses is one of the most difficult things to do as a human being. Whether it’s binge eating and drinking, watching brain-rotting shows, lazing around - they are examples of you not having self control. 

Self control and discipline go hand in hand. No one really enjoys working out or eating clean or studying for their betterment, but self control allows you to do these things. It shows how much you trust and value yourself. Making the decision you know is wrong for the sake of being comfortable shows that you do not have self control, you are not secure, you are not safe and you are not dependable. 

How you treat yourself shows other people how you treat others. Now, you could have personal issues but still be sweet as sugar to everyone you meet - however, this is a ticking time bomb. You’re overextending yourself. Overextending yourself does not show your authentic self! And why do people connect to one another?- because they feel that the person in front of them is “real”, authentic. 

Discipline is sexy, ladies. Remember that. 

[madamefeu]

Hi! Here’s what your favorite Hazbin Hotel ship says about you!

Radiodust: You're an old-timer who's been around since the pilot. One off-handed joke about Angel Dust wanting to suck Alastor's dick was all it took for you to start shipping them. You always ship the two most attractive male characters together in your fandoms, even if they have no real connection

Huskerdust: I’m not going to touch this one because I’ll probably get death threats if I don’t tell the Huskerdust fandom exactly what they want to hear

Radiorose: Hello, aro-ace community! You love this because they're the closet thing to a canon queerplatonic couple that currently exists in mainstream media, and as a fellow aro-ace, I’m in the exact same boat

Chaggie: You like the idea of forbidden love, but you're not interested in handling all of the social/political ramifications of it, and would prefer to conveniently gloss over both of those things just like in the show. This ship has the flavor profile of vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips, and so does your personality

Lucifer/Lilith: You only want one thing in this life, and that is for a powerful woman to step on your neck. You are a bottom to end all bottoms

Radioapple: Daddy kink, but in a voyeuristic way. You like watching two dads doing each other, but there is no way you’d ever let them touch you, no, all you want is to watch them go at it

Rosiemilla: Mommy kink, but in a voyeuristic way

Radiohusk: Oh, you would let a man do unspeakable things to you if he was hot enough. You read dark romances and you want a dark romance to happen to you in real life

Cherrisnake: You are absolutely terrible at handling your feelings for everyone you've ever crushed on, and will try to convince yourself that you hate the object of your affections because you lack the courage needed to make a move on them. It would take a life or death situation for you to tell your crush how you really feel about them, and even then you'd be more afraid of telling them than of dying

Guitarspear: Hello, Adam simps! You binge-read workplace romances and you fantasise about dating your boss even though he's a dick 90% of the time. Strangely, the fact that he's a dick makes you even more attracted to him

Staticmoth: Your ideal ship is two horrible people who deserve each other. You want what they have, but at the same time you don't

Zestmilla: Your preferred aesthetic is old married couple core, and I respect that. You binge-read found family fics on AO3, and your favorite tag is hurt/comfort

Radiostatic: You love the idea of someone being obsessed with you when you have no interest in them. You like to laugh at their, quite frankly, pathetic attempts to get you to notice them, and you're waiting for the day when the penny will drop and they'll realise that they are nothing to you, and never will be

Arackpentious: You have never cared about canon, and you don't intend to start now. You probably simp for Sir Pentious and use Arackniss as a self-insert. We know barely any canon information about him, so it's easy for you to project yourself onto him so that you can get doubly-dicked down by the Victorian snake man

Charlastor: You're all about the aesthetic. You got into this ship because there's an abundance of gorgeous fanart for it, even if there's no chance of them being together in canon. You don't care about that, however, because they look beautiful together and that's all that matters to you

Radiomimzy: You wish that the old canon of Mimzy being Alastor's girlfriend was still canon

Royalhalo: You hate Vaggie and you think that Charlie deserves better than her, and who better than the sugary sweet angel who was the first to hear Charlie out and argue in her favor when she found out the truth about the exterminations?

Cherridust: You are aggressively heterosexual and you believe that it is impossible for a man and a woman to be friends without one or both secretly harboring feelings for the other. You binge-read friends to lovers fics on Wattpad, and if a man so much as says hi to a woman, you will ship them

Cherrimoth: You like enemies to lovers, but in a bitch eating crackers kind of way. You either have a crush on someone that you love to hate from afar, or you want to fall in love with someone who hates you from afar

[ithinkabouttzu]

Txt reaction to dating an idol ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Genre: Romance: fluff; a little bit of angst

warnings: small amount of angst

description: The txt members reaction to dating an idol

☾ Yeonjun

- Loves the thought of sneaking around with you. He loves just sneaking little kisses or hugs backstage with you

- Can’t help but constantly stare at you at award shows, he makes it so obvious.

- He almost likes testing the waters, getting as risky as he can without getting caught

- Another part of him hates it though, not because he doesn’t like you being an idol, but because both of your jobs refuse a relationship between either of you.

- He just wants to tell the whole world how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, but he respects your job enough not to.

☆ Soobin

- Is always smiling at you and taking quick glimpses of you

- He’s pretty good at keeping it lowkey, so he tries hard not to look at you most the time, only bc he knows that when he does he’ll blush so much

- Loves just getting to see you after both of you having long/tough schedules. He likes it bc he can relate a lot to some of the stresses of being an idol.

- When he was the MC at Music Bank and your group was promoting, he was almost shaking the whole time you guys were there. He refused to look at you just bc he was afraid he’d get totally exposed when he does (baby is PARANOID 😭)

- But in all seriousness, he’d risk it all for you, if anything came down to it, he’d pick you, over and over again over any idol career.

✧ Beomgyu

- He loves chasing the thrill of “almost” being caught together with you

- He is always trying to sneak in little hints that you guys are together, mans has no chill

- He gets so happy when he sees you at award shows or things like that, he just loves seeing you. It makes him feel so much better

- He’d never admit it to you, but he lowkey watches all of your interviews and videos. he’s such a fanboy of you BAHAHA

- He makes sure to let you know, that no matter what he will always love you, no matter your occupation is.

♡ Taehyun

- He can’t help but just admire you from afar, it becomes such a habit

- He people would ask his ideal type, and he would completely describe you to a T 😭 that’s his way of being risky

- He would loveee belting out to any of your songs 😭 the rest of the members can’t stand how loud he gets when he does but he just can’t help it

- Plays Secret Love Song By Little Mix almost always :( baby just wants to show everyone how much he loves you

- Just know if he’s singing any kind of love song in general, it’s intended for you, always and forever. You are his muse

⚘ Huening Kai

- ughhh he gets so shy and nervous everytime you’re around it’s so cute

- He’s got butterflies everytime he performs and you’re there. He makes sure to perform and work extra hard just to impress you

- He likes just singing along with you anytime he can, he thinks it’s so fun and romantic :((

- Everytime you perform at award shows his eyes would be fixated on you the whole time, he’s just got that sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you.

- Also binge watches all most all of your music videos and performances. (he thinks you’re so beautiful in all of them!!) He really is a supportive boyfriend ;((

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[imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn]

When Our Stars Cross Paths; II Treech x Mentor!Reader

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

Sweet Angels🪻: @nemesii @mrsyixingunicorn10 @chmpgneprblem

You had no reason to be this nervous.

That’s what you tried to convince yourself as you added the finishing touches to your outfit-a pair of teardrop shaped garnet earrings and an array of silver rings. You brought your hands down to smooth out your olive green dress, opting against wearing the flashy uniforms of the Academy.

The train carrying the tributes was due to arrive at the station in just under an hour, yet you had failed to get yourself to leave the comfort of your apartment. You wrote it off as being a perfectionist and wanting to make sure you embodied the glamour that was the Capitol. But you knew the truth deep down…

You were terrified.

Despite your outwardly confident and bold persona, you had always chased validation from anyone who would give it to you. After you had started expressing your distaste for the Capitol’s vision of the Hunger Games, your parents had almost seemed to forget you existed. Preferring to ignore you than to come to terms with the fact that their daughter was a district sympathizer.

So as you touched up your eyeliner, you started brainstorming ways you could win over Treech’s trust. You knew he wasn’t going to be pleased to have to talk to any Capitol citizen, especially after what you saw of him during the Reapings. The resentment, the bitterness, the disgust.

However Treech hadn’t been the only person who garnered your interest. The girl from District 12, Lucy Gray had put on a spectacular performance following her reaping. Despite her misfortune, she had shown an impressive amount of spunk and moxie. Something that immediately made you gain respect for the younger girl. Coriolanus, who had originally been displeased at being selected as her mentor, had reveled in the attention his tribute gathered, which had transferred over to him. That was the thing about Coriolanus, he loved people who benefited him. You could tell from the mere way he pretended to tolerate Sejanus’s presence. Tight lipped smiles and strained conversation, Snow wasn’t always the most discreet about his true feelings. No matter how many times the district boy tried to convince you of Coriolanus, your opinion hadn’t been swayed. You knew that deep down, the blonde had a small hope of working his way into Mr. Plinth’s good graces through Sejanus. He was a leech, as your grandmother would’ve said.

Gathering your canvas bag—which was filled to the brim with chicken salad sandwiches, water bottles, various fruits you had gathered from your kitchen, and freshly baked pastries, you made your way to the front door. Although you were only given the task of taking care of one tribute, it felt inhumane to only bring food for Treech. After hearing how some of your classmates reacted to their “unlucky picks”, you knew some—if not most of them wouldn’t bother to show up.

The walk to the train station helped to settle some of your anxieties. You adored the outdoors, and wished the Capitol had spared some of their natural forests and mountains instead of urbanizing every square foot of land they could take. The land that had remained untouched however, had been combed over by you, memorizing every blade of grass and every species of bird you came across. Many mornings where you allowed yourself to skip class had been spent taking nature walks with Sejanus, and even Clemmie and Lysistrata when they gave in to your pleading.

Despite your “radical ideals”, you still took pleasure in the company of several of your fellow peers. Before Sejanus moved to the Capitol, you, Lyzzie, and Clemmie had formed an unofficial friend group, spending your school days before the war weaving flower crowns and hosting elegant tea parties. Even now the three of you took care to ensure the longevity of your sisterhood, organizing girls’ days where you binged outlawed romcoms and ordered from whatever takeout sounded the most appetizing. This wasn’t to say they were your only friends, you and Diana were both fond of atronomy, and partnered with each other whenever the topic arose during class. And Festus had been known to forge late slips for you after one of your morning excursions, in exchange for some of your homeade sweets. Even Arachne, as stuck up and anti-district as she was, held a significant amount of respect for you, which you reciprocated. Both of you admired the other’s bluntness and unwavering loyalty to their respective opinions.

Your blissful reflection of your youth was interrupted by a rather grim thought, or rather a reality check. Twenty three kids were going to die. And while you had the privilege to lose yourself in your imagination of the freedom and opportunity you would be granted once you graduated from the academy, you had spared barely a single thought to the pour souls you were about to come face-to-face with. The weight of your bag pulling down on your shoulder eased some of your guilt. You couldn’t save them, but you could ensure they were well taken care of until the bitter end.

As you approached the entrance to the train station, you caught glimpse of a bright vermillion coat. The same coat you had chosen to bury deep in your wardrobe, in favor of a more approachable summer dress. Suddenly refreshed from the excitement of meeting another student, your pace picked up and you rushed around the corner to see which of your peers had had a similar idea to yours. Though to your dismay, you were greeted by the out of breath face of none other than Coriolanus Snow. He gripped a white rose firmly in his hand, his Academy uniform sticking out like a sore thumb against the muted colors of the train station. The peculiar color of the rose indicated he must’ve convinced his grandmother or ‘Grandma’am’ as he and Tigris affectionately referred to her as, to pluck one of her precious roses from her rooftop garden.

While you weren’t a fan of Coriolanus himself, the feeling didn’t extend to the rest of the Snow family. Tigris, his cousin was a stylist—though a heavily taken advantage one, at the boutique you often frequented with Clemmie and Lyzzie on your girls’ trips. The older cousin possessed a sweet and docile demeanor that made you instantly fond of her, often stopping by at the boutique for minor readjustments that you could’ve easily fixed on your own, just for the opportunity to converse with the tall blonde. You learned a lot about the Snow family from these visits; from Coriolanus’s childhood nickname, Coryo—which you found to be endearing despite his character, to the financial struggles they had burdened since they were both orphaned during the war. These small glimpses into the boy’s life had slightly altered the way you saw him. While you would never be able to trust the boy or let alone build a rapport with him, you sympathized with his struggles and hardships.

Lifting your gaze from your bulky canvas bag to the blonde boy standing in front of you, you offered him a gentle smile. Maybe he was maturing after all. Nobody else had bothered to show up for their tribute, not even Sejanus, thought that was most likely due to the dread of having to come face-to-face with a former classmate who viewed him as a traitor.

Coriolanus returned your gesture, though a bit more forced and strained on his part. His eyes were darting back and forth all around the train station, most likely looking for the train that would be pulling in any second now carrying the tributes.

Carrying Treech.

Your quickly spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a throat clearing. You turned to face Coriolanus, who looked as if he was about to speak to you, when the deafening sound of a train horn sounded from down at the end of one of the tunnels.

It was now or never.

Quickly making your way towards the edge of the tracks where the train was currently pulling in, you shuffled your canvas bag from one shoulder to the other. Suddenly quite fearful of the interactions that were about to take place. You hadn’t thought of if they had food allergies or not?? What if one of them was vegetarian?? Could you afford to be vegetarian in the districts?? Before your thoughts could spiral any further, a great fume of smoke erupted from the front of the train, the grand locomotive coming to a complete stop just feet in front of you. Snow wasted no time maneuvering around you and making his way to the back of the train cars, where Lucy Gray was bound to get off. You however, stayed where you were, rocking on the heels of your mary janes as you waited for the tributes from District one to disembark. You had managed to snag a sheet off of Dean Highbottom that contained a list of all the tributes names and their respective districts when he was to intoxicated to notice. A quick glance at your cheat sheet reassured your slight qualms over forgetting their names, Facet and Velvereen.

After a brief few moments of anticipation, the doors of the car flew open and two dirty sickly looking teenagers in matching white cardigans hobbled onto the platform. Facet going first and turning around to offer his assistance to Velvereen, a gesture which she gladly accepted. This small act of chivalry seemed to restore your confidence, and before you could think, your feet were moving towards the pair. A determined smile creeping up onto your face.

“Hi! Are either of you two hungry?”

The pair quickly spun around, eyes wide and startled as if they were frightened by the mere sound of your voice. Getting a good look at their faces for the first time, they looked quite different than the grainy images you had seen from a distance in the Academy. Facet’s golden hair was matted after days of travel, and Velvereen’s heart shaped face was rounded with a softness that made appear to be much younger than she actually was.

Sliding the canvas bag off your shoulder, you held out the bag for them. Offering the goodies and an encouraging smile.

Facet was the first to reach in, hesitantly pulling out a cherry danish before ultimately backing away. After catching a glimpse of the sweets her partner had pulled out, she deemed you safe enough to approach and reached in to grab two water bottles. A peacekeeper then approached, ushering the two to keep moving across the station. They were quick to scatter off, but not before Velvereen sent a soft smile your way.

Making your way down to the next train car, you were met by Marcus and his district partner, Sabyn, both looking weary and confused as they hopped onto the platform.

“Sandwiches? Water?” You offered, slightly intimidated by Marcus’s muscular stature. Sabyn didn’t seem to hold any of the hesitation the pair from District one had, and quickly reached in to grab two sandwiches and a brownie wrapped in tinfoil. She passed one of the sandwiches off to Marcus, and while he eyed you from where he stood, he quickly scarfed the sandwich without a complaint. Sabyn took her time, gently unwrapping the warm brownie from the tinfoil, almost as if she was scared it would disappear if she moved too fast. Once unwrapped, she too quickly ate her food, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as her hand went towards the bag for a second. However, just as her hand grazed the canvas material, she seemed to recoil as if the bag was burning to the touch.

“It’s okay, you’re more than welcome to take a second.” You were beyond relieved that you were able to provide some sort of comfort after what appeared to be an exhausting journey. Meekly, Sabyn allowed herself to reach back into the bag, this time pulling out a slice of carrot cake. She quickly stowed the sandwich and baked good in her pocket before turning to Marcus, waiting to see if he would take anything. He shook his head, already paranoid at the vulnerability they were displaying to this stranger. Sabyn seemed disappointed by his reluctance but still gave a polite thank you before turning back to walk towards her partner.

Time seemed to fly as you made your way down the cars, stopping at each one to offer your depleting bag. The pair from District three seemed skeptical, but in the end the boy, Circ took a water bottle before the two were pulled away by peacekeepers. Coral from District four was put on defense as soon as you approached, but backed down when she saw how weary her district partner, Mizzen looked. The boy who couldn’t have been older than thirteen, shot out towards the bag after Coral gave him a nod of approval, ultimately grabbing a sandwich and chocolate chip cookie which seemed to intrigue him greatly. Coral gave a curt but polite thank you as she protectively led the now buzzing boy away. Hy and Sol from District five were too dehydrated to be cautious of the welcoming stranger before them, and immediately pulled out two water bottles which they proceeded to down in a few desperate gulps. You smiled at their eagerness and pulled out a few berry danishes, offering them to Hy who had finished his water first and was now wiping his mouth with the back of his dirty jacket. He gave a quick glance to Sol, who nodded encouragingly to him. He gingerly took the pastries, offering a dimpled smile before he and Sol were ushered across the platform. You moved down to the car which contained the pair from District six, Otto and Ginnee. While both appeared to be dehydrated and emaciated, they ultimately refused anything from the canvas bag, scattering off after being startled by a peacekeeper yelling a few meters away from the three of them. Shifting the bag back onto your shoulder, you made your way down to the next car, coming to a halt as you realized who you would be met by…

The doors to the car banged open, and a teary eyed girl you recognized as Lamina appeared in the shadows. The sight of you sent a small whimper to escape from her lips and the redhead quickly vanished back into the shadows as another face emerged.

Treech looked to be almost a completely different person than the one you remembered from the Reapings. His eyes no longer wide and fearful, but rather sharp and observant. His dark curls were still hidden underneath the worn out hat, and his well defined jawline twitched as he looked out across the station, not paying any particular attention to you. After a brief scanning he hopped down onto the platform, turning around to offer his hand to Lamina in a similar fashion to that of Facet. Lamina gingerly took his hand slightly stumbling off onto the platform as she braced herself against Treech’s shoulders. Now deciding that this would be the time to introduce yourself as his mentor, you cleared your throat before approaching the pair.

Lamina who had already noticed you, cowered behind Treech, very much still on edge from the Reapings as well as the train ride. Confused at Lamina’s sudden fright, Treech turned to see what had scared her, and was slightly shocked to see that it was not a peacekeeper or another tribute, but rather a girl.

“Hi, You must be Treech! i’m Y/N, your mentor!”

A/N

Sorry there isn’t as much Treech content this chapter as y’all probably wanted 😭. I don’t want to rush this series and want to spend the first few chapters really building the MC’s background. The good news is that my classes are dying down for winter break and i’ll be posting A LOT in the coming weeks, might even post a third chapter tomorrow 😌.

Would you guys like me to make a playlist to go along with this? Or mood boards?

xoxo

[oakenshieldbaggins]

xedgin fic rec list

so because i binge read a ton of fics these last two months, i thought why not make a rec list if it can help people find out great fics.

i just wanted to say i came across so many good fics, like comparing to other fandoms i find the overall quality to be quite high. so what i'm trying to say is you guys are really talented and we're lucky to have you in this fandom. and thank you for sharing your work.

now the recs:

Post-Movie:

Three words everybody knows by violet_pencil

Speaking the words of an oath isn't what makes you a good paladin, and knowing how to tell lies is only part of what makes a great con man. Where do they find common ground? Well, turns out they both know how to commit to the bit.

Sunlight is a Kind of Burning by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Ed's excited to get his life back on track in the wake of saving Neverwinter. He's less excited at how a certain paladin keeps popping up everywhere he goes. Except for how he's starting to miss the guy when he's not around. Yeah, let's not think about that too hard.

a ballad from a reverie by forsworn

On a cold evening, the party stop to drink at a crowded tavern. Xenk tries to ignore the way his chest tightens when Edgin squeezes close to him. But that gets much harder when the tavern's bard starts singing a love song. About a paladin. And Edgin seems to recognise it…

tys hard to be a seinte in the cytie by indigostohelit

“The Material Planes are not realms of punishment,” said Xenk. “The gods no more deny us the warmth of physical pleasure than they would the warmth of the sun. They only warn us, through each, of the dangers that lie in excess.” “…Huh,” said Ed again, and, lacking further retort, grabbed up the new tankard and swigged deeply. Then he spat it across the bar. “This is water, though,” said Xenk peacefully. “You are going to have a hangover in the morning.”

Universal Glue by Korwwa

Edgin and Xenk get stuck in a glue trap. The close-quarters situation forces Edgin to decide if succumbing to the charms of certain overpowered paladin is more likely to ruin, or elevate, the plan of his life.

Polyphonic by Geese_In_Flight

Ed can’t stand Xenk. Xenk keeps showing up anyway. It’s not entirely clear how that became everyone else’s problem.

Muses lost and found anew by Mikhail

Edgin Darvis never considered himself to be a hero. Of course, he was full of dreams and ideals back when he was still young. He wanted to save the world. But the world, as it turned out, didn’t really want to be saved. Instead, it barged into Edgin’s life uninvited and made him a widower, a thief, and an escaped convict. As he was looking back at his life and naivete, he couldn’t feel but contempt and bitterness. That is until he crossed paths with Xenk Yendar, a paladin whose sword was only nearly as strong as his righteousness. Confronted with Xenk’s tragic past, the bard realized they were both touched by the same evil. Before he could dwell on some uncomfortable truths, however, Xenk disappeared from his life just as suddenly as he first appeared. When they meet for the second time, it’s clear the two of them have much more in common than they first thought. Well, it’s clear to everyone except for them. The question is, are they going to realize this before it’s too late?

in the absence of truth by floralprintshark

Five times Ed says that he hates Xenk and one time he doesn't.

Perception Check (Roll for Romance) by kaydeefalls

"I bet Xenk fucks like a metronome, too. You know." Holga makes a highly suggestive, repetitive gesture. "In, out. In, out. No variation. Same exact rhythm every time. Boring." Edgin stares at her, torn between horror and fascination. "You've really thought about this, huh?" (So has he. Unfortunately.)

give me two damn minutes (and I'll be fine) by PH03N1X_360

Xenk Yendar is a hero. It’s his job, his identity, his [life]. It comes as easily as breathing. Saving children, fighting hordes of undead, it’s always come naturally to him. As each new challenge arises, people look to him to protect them. The warmth of their gazes never fail to fill him with pride. No matter how many scars he acquires, how many nights the horrors of his past rouse him from sleep, or how many people he fails to save in the process, it is always worth the price. Yet sometimes, when the darkness around him feels too oppressive and tight bandages make his bones ache, he wonders how much more he can take before he cracks under the pressure. Or: Xenk sees the Beckoning Death spell from afar. Even upon realizing the party took care of it, it still fucks him over severely... not that he would show it. Edgin knows a mask when he sees one.

Falling For The First Time by Powderpuff

In retrospect, falling in love with Edgin was inevitable. There was no recourse for Xenk; no guild nor court to appeal to, and even Ilmater could not return his property to him, nor Ed himself; for you cannot return something you do not know you have.

O happy dagger! This is thy sheath by Kabbal (Aledane)

"Ed wants to bash his face in with his lute, just to shatter that perfect, flawless skin, see if there’s flesh and blood running under that pristine marble. He wants to flee to the end of the world, to never be reminded of the existence of a being who seems to never have failed at anything, ever. He also wants to crush his lips against his, cling to that steady neck and feel the weight of all that perfection over him, spearing him like it could make him holy‒ Hm. Strange thought to have. Let’s forget it ever existed."

Affection and Love by AkataLily

Edgin is affectionate towards Xenk. Not love, affectionate, because those are two very different things! Xenk is oblivious and uninterested, that is, until Edgin fucks up and the cat is suddenly out of the bag. Things get akward, then they get complicated, but eventually, we all have to admit what goes on in our hearts.

Winning Prizes for Rotten Judgment by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

In which Ed admits he's in love with Xenk, woos Xenk, and sleeps with Xenk, all in completely the wrong order. To be fair, it's only half his fault.

keystone by weatheredlaw

key·stone noun | a central stone at the summit of an arch, locking the pieces together. or: edgin dies, but there's magic for that. holga and xenk make good on a thirty-five year old favor to bring him back from the other side.

So Deep As the Love I'm In by Geese_In_Flight

Holga takes a step forward and claps Ed on the shoulder sympathetically, which is a terrible sign. “Swept you right off your feet, did he?” she asks, with a grin. Five times Xenk courted Ed, and one time Ed decided to take matters into his own hands.

the weight of fingers pressing deep by forsworn

When Xenk slips his fingers into Edgin's mouth during sex, they're both surprised by how good it feels.

you'll find us in the meadowland by audenrain

He was standing at Xenk’s desk, tucked into the corner and lined by shelves stacked with holy texts. Not his most valuable, of course - he wouldn’t be so careless as to keep the most precious of his collection here - but any one of them would feed a hungry man for a few days, at least. And yet this man wasn’t hungry, and he was no ordinary thief. Xenk judged this not only by the strong slope of his shoulders and broad back and the fine weave of his coat but also by the fact that he had recently been awarded the highest honours the Lord of Neverwinter could bestow. No, Edgin could want for nothing; even he could not have spent his rewards so quickly. There was only one explanation. This was an affliction of the soul.

To Touch The Divine by New1Romantic

Xenk asks for Edgin's help to retrieve an evil artefact from a cult. The fact that the cult is definitely just a front for the elite of Waterdeep to have kinky sex is, presumably, just happenstance.

Freely given (Wanted) by sb_essebi

Ed can’t. He can’t anymore. Can’t take the fervour in Xenk’s words, the shine in his eyes, the way the light of the sunset plays across his skin. He’s just so beautiful at sunset, Xenk. He is. To the point of unfairness, to the point it makes Ed almost angry, makes him want to cry, to scream. Ed kisses him. Or: Ed steals a kiss. Xenk shows him why he needn't have.

Edgin Needs to Get Laid and Edgin Gets Laid by Isoltan

There was a pause. "And that's when you started the one night stands," Holga said, only a hint of a question in her voice. Xenk raised his tankard in her direction and took a long swig. "You have sexual desire?" Simon asked. Doric turned to him and exploded, "Jesus, do you ever think before you speak?" "Tell the truth, you thought he was celibate too. Edgin sure did!" Simon said, gesturing to Edgin. "Hey, leave me out of this," Edgin said. "Exactly!" Simon continued. "Tell me, out of the two of them, you'd have pegged Edgin as the celibate and XENK as the whore!" -----------‐ Very loose f*ck-or-die fic. Basically, Edgin's magic needs to improve and the group decides he needs to get laid. But he reveals he's demi and can only be intimate with people he trusts. This was meant to be a one-off but I got caught up with the group's banter.

this distance between us by forsworn

Xenk and Edgin have to share a bed. It’s not even a big bed. The perfect time for Xenk to have a nightmare…

Origin Point series by Neyiea

“It wasn’t a risk. I knew that if I jumped you would catch me.” Xenk’s pinched expression becomes thoughtful, then turns serious. “I see,” he intones solemnly. “I am honored to have earned your trust.”

close to the skin by forsworn

Edgin's going undercover; Xenk's determined to make him look respectable. But Edgin finds submitting to a flat-razor shaving at those steady hands to be far more intense than he expected.

Solitary Burdens by cupiscent

Edgin's wife died years ago, but he's only just now letting go. He can't talk about it with any of the others, but Xenk - aggravatingly - understands. Perhaps neither of them need to carry these burdens alone.

in for a silver by weatheredlaw

Edgin was, at the very least, two things: a great kisser, and a phenomenal liar. or: xenk gets hit by something weird in the jungle. edgin lends a hand.

Canon Divergence (happens during the movie):

We Are So (Not) Breaking Up by murdertrashbabyrat

Edgin isn’t mad because of the idea of a kind Thayan, he’s mad because it’s Xenk Yendar his lightly insufferable not-ex. They didn’t break up because they were never together thank you very much Holga, so Xenk is his…his something that isn’t his anymore. It’s fine he’s not dwelling on it he has to get his wife back and stop thinking about the man he’s been sharing a bed with for years. Denial is a hell of a drug OR they are exes when they meet up again in the movie

AUs:

A Cherry When It's Blooming by Geese_In_Flight

Lord Yendar, once a paladin of Ilmater, has been called back to Waterdeep in the aftermath of his father’s death. Upon his arrival, he discovers he must reckon with an untrustworthy executor, an estate in shambles, and a wholly unexpected stipulation in his father’s will. Edgin Darvis is trying to find the one big score that will let him build back a life that went off the rails years ago. When he hears the rumors that a young and inexperienced Lord Yendar has come back to town, he knows just what he has to do.

Romance in the time of LoveChat by cicia3

What's worse than being a loser writer reduced to releasing third-rate romance novels for Forge Publishing? Being an uninspired writer with three months' back rent to pay. Driven by desperation, Edgin, a single father who's also perhaps juuust a tad too much anchored in the past, signs up on the nation's largest dating site. The goal? To find a character unique enough to inspire him for his new novel. And then Xenk Yendar shows up.

[riiwrites]

“my kind of woman”

featuring : satoru gojo, chuuya nakahara

requested by : anon

request : “could i please have headcanons for ideal type of woman and what they would choose to do as a first date for chuuya and gojo please”

if anybody knows who created the gojo fanart, please let me know so I can credit them!

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SATORU GOJO

• For Gojo, I think he’d want someone who can handle most of his teasing.

• But someone who can also defend themselves and tease him back.

• He’d never want to actually cross the point where he’d hurt you or make you cry, so he prefers you to be a lot more strong willed instead of accidentally saying something that could potentially hurt you.

• He does love the cuties, someone with a cute smile and chubby cheeks to them and all.

• The happy cheery girls with such a positive outlook on situations.

• It just makes him so giddy, having such a cutie like you on his hip to match his energy with.

• An absolute bonus if you have a sweet tooth just like him.

• That way you guys could just binge snacks and shows and debate about the silliest things.

• I don’t think he’s one to care for looks

• Although we know he finds Inoue Waka hot, he wouldn’t really care how his woman looks 🤷🏼‍♀️

• For a first date, I think he’d take you on a tour to all of the sweet shops in Japan.

• And not just any ordinary sweet shop, oh no.

• The most expensive ones.

• And if you’d feel guilty that he’s spending too much on you?

• “I have too much! My bank account is overflowing with money it should be illegal, and what better way to spend it all is to spend it on my princess?”

• A gentleman and a sweetheart i say.

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“Toru..where are we going?” You say with a little giggle escaping your lips. You were accompanied with his big hands over your eyes and your back against his chest as he guided you carefully through the streets of Tokyo.

“Shhhhh, sweets..you’ll see in just a second.”

“I’m becoming concerned..”

“What?! Have a little faith in me why don’t ya??” You can tell the smiles evident in his voice as he places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

You giggle once again, finding his childish request laughable. Once you finally reach your destination after what felt like a forever duration of walking due to Gojo being extremely careful for you not to bump into anyone, you can feel him lean down and his breath tickles your ear as he speaks.

“Okay, on the count of three sweets, kay?”

“Kay!”

“One, two, three!!” As he shouts the three with such excitement he takes his hands off your eyes, now revealing the grand surprise Gojo had planned for you two.

And oh my, it was a grand surprise - he wasn’t kidding.

“Toru..isn’t this?-“

“Yes, yes it is.”

“…”

“But, Toru isn’t it-“

“Uh-huh”

“…”

“But Toru it looks so-“

He places a finger over your lips, still smiling as he leans closer to your face.

“Why are you asking so many questions, sweet girl?”

You pout, furrowing your eyebrows.

“It looks so expensive..I don’t want you to waste that kind of money, especially for a first date..”

His smile fades into a look of confusion, tilting his head to the side.

“What? Are you crazy?” He begins, leaning back up and placing his hands on his hips.

“This type of money I choose to spend practically deserves to be spent on you!”

“But why?” You ask.

He sighs dramatically, making tutting sounds with his mouth as he shakes his hand and his smile returns.

“So many questions..its because i like you, silly girl.” He boops your nose, earning a blush from you as you melt at his words. He extends a hand out to you, in which you take without anymore questions.

“Now, I desperately need to try the newest flavour of kikufuku that they have!”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

• I honestly think Chuuya and Gojo have similar tastes in woman.

• But Chuuya especially doesn’t care for the looks, he cares for the personality.

• But overall, I believe he loves a woman who is well organised and has a rather calm nature.

• Not that he wouldn’t mind having a bubbly cutie, just that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her excitement or match her energy.

• He loves a woman to be carefree and kind, not mean or bratty.

• He wouldn’t want to take care of someone who acts like a child, he wants someone who takes care of themselves thoroughly and can manage things on their own.

• I can imagine he’d love to see his S/O in red.

• Just absolutely melts at the sight of it.

• He loves the cuties he can spoil.

• As long as they’re presentable, kind and respectful he wouldn’t want anything less.

• For a first date, you know he’d be the one to treat you right.

• Getting you a gift especially is such a must for him too.

• He wants you to believe you’re worth it and that he’s in for the long run, bumps and all.

• Which is why taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Yokohama that he rented out specifically just for you and him with his money was the best chance to prove it.

-

“You like it doll?” Chuuya asks with a smile, placing his hand on his cheek as he stares at you adoringly.

“Chuuya, it’s absolutely beautiful..” You say breathlessly as you stare at the gorgeous gold necklace you have in your grasp.

“What can I say? The best for the best. You wan’ me to help you put it on?”

You nod with a sweet smile graced on your lips.

At this he smiles wider, getting up from his seat as he comes over behind you to take the necklace off your hands and place it around your neck, clasping it together as you feel his cold hands on the back of your neck.

The atmosphere was beyond perfect. Nobody in sight besides you, him and one or two waiters in sight as the slow piano music fills the comforting silence in the room as he helps you with the jewellery, his movements careful and gentle.

It was all so romantic, so perfect.

He heads back to his seat, sitting down and looking at you with so much love in his eyes that if anybody within his work life saw him like this, they wouldn’t believe it.

“So, why here?” You ask, your beautiful smile tinted in red lipstick was all Chuuya could focus on as of now, before returning his gaze to your eyes.

“Just thought for a first date I’d do something special for ya, doll.” He says, stretching his arm out as he props his other elbow up on the other side of the table, returning to place his cheek on there once again.

“I don’t get to do this often, considering my job. So I don’t want you to think I’m all talk and don’t do, y’know?”

At this you giggle, reaching out for his extended arm as you take his hand, your hands meeting and intertwining at the middle of the table.

“I know you’re anything but that, Mr. Nakahara.”

He chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles, staring at you whilst doing so.

“I knew from the very first moment that you were gonna be mine, and now i have ya.”

@/riiwrites reblogs are always appreciated ❤︎︎

[into-crazy]

Derry's Secret Pt. 6

Pennywise x Female Reader series

Warnings- mature language, stalking, dark themes, NSFW, SMUT, choking, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, degradation, edging and orgasm denial, overstimulation, ages 18+

I'm baaaack!! Here is a long and extremely overdue part to the series. All I can say is.. heed the warnings. Oh, and have fun!

Other parts can be found RIGHT HERE and through the "Derry's Secret" tag🎈

That evening you decided to stay home. Gabby had texted you prior, asking if you wanted to go out with her and a few other girlfriends. You've hung out with them a couple times before, Gabby was friends with them before you had moved here and had introduced you to each other. They were going out to eat and have some drinks. You declined, stating you just wanted to stay home and catch up on some sleep. It wasn't true. You had your own plans tonight.

You've done quite a lot of thinking ever since you left that house on Neibolt street. Half of your thoughts consisted of you considering what Pennywise had said, and the other half was you scolding yourself for it. Ultimately, you came to a decision.

After a nice shower, you decided to binge watch one of your favorite shows. Lounging with no bra or pants, your ideal form of comfort. Nothing like an oversized tee with some panties to have you set for the night.

Walking into the kitchen, you grab a glass and pour yourself water from the fridge. You take a large gulp before shutting the fridge door. When you turn around, the cup instantly slips from your hand. The glass shatters as it hits the tiled floor below. Leaving the rest of the water to spill by your feet.

Pennywise stood a few feet before you, his stance almost ravenous. His golden gaze runs over your body, covering every inch of you. You don't move one muscle, you're like a deer caught in a beam of headlights.

"Miss me?" He mocks, smiling with that toothy grin of his.

You soon find yourself backing towards the fridge as he steps closer, with your heart rate increasing by the second. There's no escape this time. He's got you exactly where he wants you. Alone in your home, half clothed and completely vulnerable. With no one to come to your rescue this time.

What he doesn't know is that you're right where you want to be. Having known the risk of Pennywise showing up, you still secretly anticipated it. Or perhaps he does know, and that's why he's here. You can only ask yourself now- was this the right decision?

The clown speaks again, "in the time I spent watching you, I've found something quite captivating. Which I also find to be unexpected, as it is a first for me." He catches you staring at his lips.

You try to shy it off. "Would you um, care to enlighten me?"

"The entire time I've been on this world, I fed on nothing but the fear and flesh of life upon it. For so many years, it stayed that way. But you.. you seemed to have introduced me to a different craving." Drool drips down his plump lips. His breath grows feverish, and he needs a second to get himself together before continuing. "I've known there to be lust amongst humans. Though I never cared for it much as it was never meant for me. Until I smelt it on you." He could see it in your eyes, read it clear in your mind. "But you are closing it off," he frowns. "You won't give in, even though you want to very badly. Why?"

You turn your gaze to the broken glass on the floor. Briefly shutting your eyes to hide the embarrassment. "Because it's wrong," you answer. "I do want you. And I want nothing more than to give myself to you.." The desperate whine in your voice gets him to step closer. "I've thought about it, dreamt of it. But I-I couldn't get over the fact that I was ashamed of how much I want it. Of how much I want you."

Admitting this felt alleviating. Like a heavy weight had been lifted from your chest, no longer suffocating you in your own guilt. Instead it was entirely replaced with what you had tried to confine. The scorching feeling of this desire spreading through your veins like a wildfire.

"But I don't want to be ashamed anymore." You whisper, bravely turning back to him. Tightening the strength in your legs which are growing weak.

"Precious doll, trying so hard to deny your desires," he steps over the mess on the floor. The glass crunches under his steps, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

Him calling you doll sends goosebumps prickling across your body.

"Let go. Give in to me y/n.."

His long frame lurches over you. You watch as his gloved hand slides up your arm to your neck, giving it a light squeeze. You mewl at his touch, your hardened nipples poking through the white tee. His other hand goes to rub your left breast, earning soft sighs from you when his thumb brushes the sensitive bud.

"Poor little human, so stubborn. So touch deprived. I can make it worth your while." His breath is hot on your face as he licks up your reddened cheek with that long slimy tongue. "Pennywise can make you feel soo good."

"Mmm I-" you pant, grabbing onto the ruffles of his collar.

He chuckles into your ear, his soft coos tickling your skin. "What is it? Do you want it?"

You finally allow your body to push back against his. "Y-yes."

"Yes what? Say it. I want to hear you say it." He demands, his grip firmly holding you in place.

"I.. I want you." You breathe out heavily as if you're letting everything go. Letting go of everything that was holding you back. He pulls from your neck to look at you. Your lips are parted, your eyes are lust blown, and the top of your shirt is soaked from the wetness of his drool. Your chest is heaving with each heavy breath you take. "I give in to you. Please, just take me." You plead bringing your leg up to rub his calf.

He brings his hands to your hips and rapidly snatches you off your feet, your legs instantly go to wrap around his waist. You kiss each other hungrily, with desperation in your movements. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and gains control. The taste of his tongue engulfs your senses with those familiar scents and flavors from previous kisses. Your eyes flutter as you finally get what you've been missing.

You grind against him and he presses your back hard into the steel of the fridge. It stings since he is much stronger than you. "Ahhh, P-Pennywise.. the bed." You stutter in between short takes of air. "Take me to my bed."

Snarling at your request, he effortlessly walks with you in his arms into the room and tosses you on the top of the mattress. You scoot back into place as he crawls over your body, you watch as those monstrous claws tear right through the fabric of his gloves. The sight sends chills up your spine. Reminding you of a predator sizing up its prey, ready to sink its teeth in and devour. Perhaps that's what Pennywise intends on doing with you. One way or another.

He straddles you and takes ahold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. "Now, won't you be a good girl and keep your hands there. Do not move them."

You nod, showing him your compliance. He rubs his clawed hands down your arms to the collar of your shirt, tearing through the wet material to release your breasts. Good thing that wasn't one of your favorite tees. You deeply exhale as he kneads the round flesh, his large thumbs rubbing over your peaked nipples. A hypnotized look on his face while handles them, as if he's seeing such a thing for the first time. He's seen breasts before, right? You can't help but giggle at his focused face. At the sound of your amusement, his eyes dart straight up at you.

What a cute little frown. you smile to yourself.

"Cute!? You think I'm cute!?" He roars in your face, harshly grasping your cheeks.

"Damn right adorable." You amusingly jab back. So he is a mind reader. Not happy with your defiance, he sticks two clawed fingers into your mouth. Shoving them in far enough to gag you, effectively shutting you up. This sends a rush of arousal straight to your core.

"My, what a disobedient pet you are.." he calmly whispers stroking your chin with his thumb. Too calm, dangerously calm.

He looks even more irresistible when he's mad. It makes you want to provoke him further. Closing your lips around his digits, you begin to suck. Humming while casting your lust dead into his eyes with a look that screams- try me.

"Ohhh and an awfully naughty one at that." He huffs rather impressed.

Whether you're crazy, stupid, depraved or whatever the case- he doesn't care. But you are a brave one, that he'll acknowledge. Only to himself, for now. Removing his fingers, he tears the rest of the white fabric from your body. You wince slightly as his claws leave scratch marks into your skin. You're soon left in nothing but a black, lacy thong. He smirks at you knowingly and you reciprocate. After all, you've anticipated this.

"I'll show you who's cute. You made me wait for too long. So I will make you beg for me." The snarl in his voice rolls off his tongue. You hum struggling against his grip, which he scowls.

Pennywise moves slowly down your body, his red puff balls gliding roughly against your stomach. Using one hand to pin your hips down, he tears your underwear right off. Making you yelp when he does. He brings the small piece up to his nose, taking his time to inhale your scent. "Soo sweet," he softly confides then places them to the side. Having him up close and personal to your most private area makes you feel self-conscious. As you slightly squeeze your thighs together, Pennywise takes notice. "What's the matter, are you shy?" He coos kissing down your stomach.

"A little, yes." You shiver in his grasp.

"Uh-uh," he waves a finger, "there's no need for that pretty thing. Open up for me now, hm. Show me your sweet little pussy." Taking ahold of each thigh, he spreads you open upon your avail. Exposing your sex to him, slick with arousal and clit throbbing in excitement. Heat floods into your cheeks, tinting them a shade of red. He lets out a low growl, "such a delicate, wet flower." He licks from the middle of your inner thigh up to your entrance. When he was about to reach where you need him most, he purposely pulls away. Leaving you to whine and squirm with disappointment. While he chuckles in delight. "Use that filthy mouth and beg for it."

"I need your mouth on me, p-please," you plead. "Please Penny."

The sound of the nickname you give him rumbles throughout his inhuman body with pleasure. Giving a satisfied grin, he licks a long strip over your wet slit. Getting that first taste of you, making you shudder when he runs over your clit. "Tasty, tasty treat.. and all for Pennywise, all mine." He deeply huffs before latching his mouth onto your pussy. Running his slimy tongue around your folds and lapping your sweet bundle of nerves. Slurping up your juices which are all so pleasing to him.

You ball your fists above your head, trying so hard to stay how he wanted. But that magic tongue of his has you squirming around uncomfortably. "Uhm, Pen-Pennywise, could I move my hands?" You ask in the most innocent tone able to conjure.

"Since you asked nicely, yes you can." He confirms before going back to it.

Your arms go to your side, so your elbows can hold your weight to provide better support. His nose pushes against your bud while he sucks onto you, making you moan unabashedly. His tongue working it's rhythm in you while he's swallowing down all your juices. His eyes roll to the back of his skull, completely whitened out. A terrifying sight which you found oddly endearing. You moan in awe at how lost he is into you. His makeup wasn't even smearing, staying perfectly intact. You had thought by now it'd be a runny mess by now, with large amounts of that red and white transfering onto you. But his clown paint didn't falter once, and there's not even a trace on you. His orange hair dropped down his face, tickling your thighs. How you want to grab a handful of his locks.

Should you dare try?

You gently place your right hand over his head. Palming around his soft hair to test the waters. Maybe he's too far in to notice. Once he gives your clit extra attention, you grab onto him and tug lightly at his hair.

He snaps back into focus with a growl that sounds angry as he pulls away slightly.

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to." Fearfully thinking you might've crossed the line, you retract your hand.

But he doesn't move and his growling subsides. "Put it back."

"Huh?"

"Put your hand back. But no tugging." Pennywise insists, and you listen. Running your fingers through his soft locks.

He hums before bringing his hand to his face. You notice his claws are gone and the gloves are back. Which doesn't matter, because he rips the article off with his teeth, revealing his bare hand. To no surprise, his regular hand is the same white as his face. He inserts two fingers into you, setting a slow pace before he picks it up. His finger strokes feel amazing inside you, rubbing in all the right places. Although you think about how his cock would feel. To have him inside you.

Which raises the question- does he have one? Or any form of genitals? Those are actually some really good questions.

He sucks and licks on your clit all while working his fingers inside you. It's one of the most pleasurable things you've felt im your life. You can feel your release fast approaching. "Oh fuck, I'm.. I'm gonna-" your lewd moans get him moving faster. Just when you were about to fall over that ledge into pure bliss, he stops completely. Halting the movement of his fingers and removing his mouth with a loud slurp. This earns a groan of displeasure from you. "No! Why did you stop? I was so close!"

Pennywise chuckles darkly at your whines, "I told you I was going to make you beg, earthling."

Tears prickle the corners your eyes at the loss of your orgasm. It hurts. It was right there, but he cruelly ripped it away! "Please," you cry softly, "you want me to beg? I'm begging, please- let me cum!"

Satisfied with your pleading, he decides to reward you. "Mm, that's better. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He places his slicked fingers back into your pussy. Alternating between stoking your walls and curling them in that spot that makes you scream. His tongue adding more pressure on your clit than before.

"Yes, yes, don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

"Gonna cum on my hand, babydoll? Do it, do it now. I want it all!" He commands pressing down onto your clit, sending you over the edge. Your back arches off the bed, crying out as your sweet release finally takes over your body. Pennywise watches you ride out your orgasm, intoxicated with the way you looked- so dirty, beautiful, and entirely under his mercy.

It took a lot of power in him to hold back his teeth from turning to sharp fangs. His cheeks were barely starting to split until he had to make sure that they wouldn't. Because in that moment of ecstasy which he gave you, he experienced an awakening of his own. Apparently feeding off just your mixed up mash of lust and fear wasn't going to cut it. It wasn't enough to satisfy this new hunger. He craves to feel you closer. Much closer.

Once he finished licking up your juices, he removes his fingers. Crawling back up your body as you're coming down. He keeps eye contact while obscenely sucking the remainder from them. The vulgar sight makes you whimper. He brings his face to yours and you pull him in with strength that surprised you both. His wet tongue slithers into your mouth and you taste yourself on him. You hungrily suck his tongue and push your hips up to him, rubbing your bare self onto his still clothed body. Pennywise starts grinding into you. As he does, you could feel something hard under his pantaloons.

That must be his member. It has to be.

You moan each time it brushes against your pussy as he dry humps you into the mattress. He starts panting, which is only turning you on more. Extending a hand down, you palm the hard member below causing it to twitch upon your touch.

Oh yeah, that's his cock alright.

Pennywise snatches your hand away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I want to feel you." You throw your hips back up.

His hand tightens around your wrist as he laughs tauntingly at your request, "ohh angel, I don't think you're ready for that."

"But I am," you whine. "I want to feel you inside of me."

"Is that so? Does my little doll want something like.. my cock? You want my cock sweet thing?" He grinds down into you harder, catching you in a silent moan. "Need me to fill that needy hole of yours?" He's teasing the hell out of you, and he's throughly enjoying it.

"Yes! I need you to fuck me!" You wail desperately.

A rumble vibrates within his chest before he pins your waist down into the mattress. Holding you in place as his other reaches for his trousers. You watch as he works them, but his eyes are fixed on you. His large cock bounces free from the pants, and it is unlike anything you've ever seen before.

It's got the shape of a penis, yet has a deep shade of purple. Strange, other-worldly, and intimidating are what you would use describe it in this moment. And had you been in your right mindset, there would be no way you'd let that appendage near you. Let alone go inside you. But currently, you don't find it in you to care. You're far too gone. Far too absorbed in the pleasure this eldritch being is bestowing upon you. Right now, you want to feel all that it is. Questions and concerns can wait until later. If there is one.

To say Pennywise's member is intimidating may be an understatement. As he lines himself up with your entrance, you notice just how huge it really is. You knew he was big, but you didn't know it was that big.

"Will.." you gasp, "will it fit?"

His face snaps up to look at your worried expression, the fear in your eyes. His smile only widens and he rubs his thick head along your folds, the stimulation making you writhe. "Isn't this what you wanted, pet? For Pennywise to Fill. You. Up." He punctuates each word with a torturous roll of his hips against your heat.

"Fuuck," your eyes squeeze shut, "I do- oh fuck yes, I really do."

"Sweet thing," he shushes you. "You are ready. All you need to do is let me in." He grabs ahold of your thighs to spread you more. Displaying your cunt before him in the most obscene way. Walls throbbing with your juices practically flowing down, ready to be filled with his cock. A sight arousing enough to send another glob of drool dribbling down his chin. He's ready to bury himself into your hole and claim you as his. "I will fit, I will make it fit. Don't you worry about that. Now open up for me."

Wide eyed, you watch without further protest as his tip goes back to your entrance. You wanted this- want this.

Pennywise coaxes you by your chin to face him, "Eyes on me y/n. Look at me as I enter you." His raspy voice an intoxicating mix of low, sweet and demanding. Him calling you by your name calms your nerves and only makes you want him that much more.

He advances and you grip onto him. Dropping your jaw to release a deep groan from being stretched wide, wider than you've ever been before. Doing your best to keep your eyes open for him as your vision grows blurry with tears. He slowly pushes into your tight heat inch by inch. It hurts, you expected it would. But you need him to keep going. You dig your nails into the fabric of his costume, urging him to continue.

He pushes in, wiping the fresh tears that fallen down your cheeks with his thumbs. "That's it, ease into it." He huffs at the pleasurable feeling of your walls around his length. All warm and snug around him. "Ohh yessss, good girl.. so wet and warm, soo good."

You bite your lip as he begins to move. Pulling out slowly before pushing back in at the same rate. Doing this a few times to get you used to the stretch. After all, he doesn't want to break you. Not anytime soon, at least. He gradually picks up the speed of his thrusts, and soon you're begging him not to stop. The room is filled with the sounds of wet, slapping flesh and the noises from each of your mouths. You're a whining, moaning mess. Fully given in to the pleasure. While Pennywise grunts and occasionally groans, taking his own pleasure from your body.

"Oh ho ho, look at you. You're certainly enjoying this, aren't you?" He chuckles darkly when you give him a small whimper. Only to become impatient when you can't find the words to answer. He grips your face to look you in the eyes, slowing to move in and out of you at a languid pace. "Come on. Tell me, my pet. How does it feel being fucked by a monster? By the Eater of Worlds?"

"It- ah- it feels amazing. Oh fuck, you feel so amazing!" You're able to answer through short pants.

He grins widely to display a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth. It's both a frightening and enticing sight which leaves you staggered. Then before you know it, he snaps his hips against yours at a pace so fast and hard you start seeing stars. Unable to control the wanton moans spilling from your mouth as he fucks you into the mattress.

"Ohh! Yes, yes- ahhh!" You keen intensely from his violent force. It's too much, yet you can't get enough of it. Your walls contract tightly around his cock, the need to climax again is approaching fast. The monster above you senses this too. Larger globs of drool drop from his grisly mouth and down onto you. Your entire body is slick with a mixture of your sweat and his saliva.

"You want to cum, huh? Such a dirty girl, wanting to cum on my cock," he sneers. His thrusts do not falter one bit, making it difficult for you to respond.

"Y-yes, please, I wanna cum on your cock." Your climax is fast approaching, building in the pit of your stomach. Quickly becoming tighter, and growing more intense as it gets closer to being released. Your hips buck rapidly against him, trying to reach it. Hoping that he doesn't deny you this one like he did with the first one.

His hand moves between your bodies to find your clit. He rubs it hard, making you scream. "Then do it. Cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are."

With that, you do. Crying out as your orgasm gushes out all over his cock. Pennywise growls and chuckles lowly at the feel of your cunt pulsating around his member. This is something it's never felt before. It took a few seconds for your climax to subside, enough for you to realize that he's still ramming into you with full force. You're exhausted, weak, and overstimulated. All you are able to do is lay there and moan while Pennywise takes you as he pleases.

He grips tightly onto your hips and starts to lightly pant. "Again. I want another one."

At those words, you feel your heart drop. You don't know if you are even able to cum again. "I.. I can't."

He snarls harshly at your words. "You can, and you will." His thumb is back pressing roughly on your clit, while his other hand moves up your chest to wrap around your throat. His grip around your throat squeezes, restricting your ability to breathe. "Cum. Now." He growls powerfully right before slamming into you one last time, digging his claws into the flesh of your hips as he fills you with his hot seed.

You feel yourself cum at the exact moment he unloads inside of you. Your back arching all the way up from the bed, and your hips still rocking as your final orgasm violently crashes down on you. It was a lot for your body to handle. Your vision quickly became blurry, and you began to slip out of consciousness. Making it difficult for you to make out Pennywise's ghastly features. Panic quickly sets in when you realize that your sight isn't coming back. Nothing is coming back to you! Your strength or sight. Even your hearing is fading. Everything is fading. You can't move, you can't talk. Can't even make out the clown's features anymore. You're scared. It's all going black.

Soon, it was completely dark. Pennywise's dark laughter being the last thing you heard right before passing out.

End of Part 6.

[shalomniscient]

god i love raven…. she’s my fav silly goofy of the ptn cast just because she’s so shameless about it LMFAO n e ways, having raven thoughts….

fight me on this but raven has some of the nicest hands in the bureau. raven will say it’s because she’s such a good writer, but please take her statements with a generous serving of salt. her long, dextrous fingers fit snugly between your own—like the both of you are meant to be, she’ll joke. agree with her and you’ll see her turn bright red. (she’ll keep holding on to your hand though.)

beyond that, raven is a literature freak, right? shakespeare lives rent free in her head at all times. so i think it’s fair to say she’s binged all of jane austen’s novels and gained some very Particular ideals for love. that is to say, raven wants to be Romanced. maybe not a whole bouquet but definitely give her a flower or two on your dates, or give her a kiss on her knuckles. pull a chair or hold the door for her. give her your jacket when she’s cold at the movies. every single one of these will make the prettiest flush settle across her cheeks and send her heartbeat racing.

also, raven totally writes for you. and about you. but, mostly for you. sonnets, poems, something with no particular rhyme or reason beyond the fact that it shows how much she loves you. you get something new at least once a day. she half expects you to throw most of them out—but you keep them in a large box near your desk instead. when raven finds out she’s a little embarassed but she kisses you so sweetly, as if to say, thank you for appreciating them.

nsft utc—

back to raven’s hands……. oh she’s a menace with them. she knows they’re pretty and she knows how much you love it when they’re stuffed up to her knuckles in your cunt, her long fingers delicately scissoring you open and probing at that perfect spot inside of you. she can finger you to an orgasm so fast it’s not even funny. she absolutely adores seeing the way tears decorate your lash line as she brings you to your third climax, her hand drenched in your slick. she’ll make a show of licking it off her fingers, too. maybe fire off a line or two about how you taste like ambrosia of the gods before she’s crawling over your spent body to kiss you silly.

i don’t think raven uses the strap all that much but when she does, boy are you in for a ride (in every sense of the word). call her basic but raven is kind of fond of missionary—mostly because she can see your expression up close as she fucks you, and also because she’s close enough for you to drag your nails down her back as you writhe with pleasure on her cock. she’s leaving the bed looking like she got mauled but god does she love seeing the marks you leave down her back. she’ll switch up the positions sometimes if she feels like it but she’s very content with this already.

raven is a little bit of a mouthy bottom. she’s always got something to say, but that’s alright—you know just how to get her so fucked out she goes non-verbal, which is usually by edging the ever loving fuck out of her. raven loves being gentle dommed, in that you edge her ruthlessly, bring her up to that peak with your hands or mouth only to pull away at the last second, whispering so softly and lovingly, no, you can’t cum yet, sweet thing, and look at you, you’re doing so well. praise her and she’ll be putty in your hands. once you finally, finally let her cum she’ll squirt all over you, arching right off the bed. keep going for four or five more rounds and her brain would have leaked out of her pussy by now, and the most words she can string together as she snuggles up to your side is “i love you.”

[green-enby]

Heyo! Have you watched Koisenu Futari (恋せぬふたり, Two people who can't fall in love) yet? It's a great series, just 8 episodes long! I binged it in one day :) [smiley]

It focuses on two aromantic asexual people living together. This is a little appreciation post, containing some thoughts that it evoked in me as an aroace.

If you don't want spoilers, please don't read!

It's so relatable how Sakuko keeps blaming herself all throughout the show… Insecurity stemming from societal expectations that dictate romance is for everyone, and that people who don't date are somehow "failing" in life; I think this affects allos as well.

When I broke off my romantic relationship, I too felt like it had been my fault, for not having been a good enough partner, for not being able to love them in the same way they loved me.

To finally learn that you are not "defective", that there's other people like you…! I love how the two MCs don't grieve their lack of attraction; Sakuko is perfectly happy discovering she's aroace. She and Takahashi are living their "best life" together.

Sure, many aroaces do wish they were allo, and that needs to be represented too, but this series to me really shined a light over why they want that: it's because amatonormativity is rampant in the world, not because lacking attraction is inherently sad. The main conflicts in the series stem from the clash between allo society and the aroace experience, after all. I think that's neat! It gave me a good dose of aroace joy—while still showing the hurts that come with it, realistically—and I really needed it.

I didn't expect her to come out to her family so soon, but whoa, that was intense. Her mother's negative reaction is what all people who exclude a-spec people from the LGBTQIA+ community should see, to understand that we face the same issues they do.

I haven't come out to my parents as aroace yet, and watching this made me realize how awful it actually feels to be in the closet. I somehow hadn't realized I am. I've always felt safe coming out to them as other things, as bisexual back in the day, and as trans non-binary.

It might be because my confidence disappeared when they reacted badly both times, but this coming out feels almost impossible.

Comparing it to coming out as bi, it's really not that different: if you're bi, you're promiscuous and date too many people; if you're aroace, you're a prude and cold-hearted. If you break away from the status quo, you're wrong either way.

But at least, most people do eventually understand the bi experience, if they understand same-gender attraction, and fuse it with straightness, even though it's a flawed method.

With aros and aces, instead, it's such an alien concept for an allo, which makes it way harder to come out and have to explain to them how to deconstruct allo-amatonormativity. It's exhausting. Thankfully, there's people like Kazu who are actually willing to learn about us. That gives me hope.

I feel like it's super eye-opening to find out the concept of romance didn't even exist in the past. Pretty sure that in Europe, it originated during the Middle Ages from the ideal of chivalry. So it's really just a social construct, and opting out of it shouldn't be so controversial!

It's just a set of pointless, annoying rules like having to kiss eachother, having to say "I love you", and doing it all a set amount of times, otherwise it's not good enough. What if we don't want to? What if it doesn't come natural to us? If it's just a social construct, fuck it, I'm not adhering to that! We do whatever makes us happy!

Even in the series itself, Sakuko too goes through a heartbreak, even if it's not the romantic kind: she valued her friendship and future cohabitation with Chizuru above all else, but Chizuru abandoned her, because of romantic love. It's not true that aroaces have it easy.

Like our MC, we have to deal with fear that we'll come off flirty when we're just being friendly, confusion over concepts that we feel we should understand, shame over the fact that we're different, fear of loneliness, frustration and pain that we'll always come second to our friends' romantic partners, or even trauma from a relationship or sexual encounter that we didn't really want. I could go on and on.

These last scenes really got to me. Especially the second one… I admit that I cried, when she had to turn her down, and it seemed like her aromanticism had ruined their relationship. It hurts that the way I am could seriously harm someone I care about. It hurts that most people work differently and that they can't help it, and that we can't help it either. I don't like being put in that position, to cause someone a heartbreak. I have with my ex, and had to watch them spiral down… It was horrible.

Still, I wouldn't change my orientation for the world. I'm confident in my identity, I love being aroace.

In the end, we can all reach our full potential, reach a point where we feel fulfilled and that we're living our best life, find ourselves a family if it's what we want, have our dream job and house. Being aroace doesn't condemn us to a life of unhappiness. That's what this series left me with by the end; it gave me so much hope for my future.

(I'm aware I'm coming off as a bit toxically positive here haha, sorry if I'm striking a bad chord; I'm just in a really good period right now, and riding this wave for as long as I can! Hopefully I can rub it off someone else as well.)

That said, I really loved this j-drama, it was funny and relatable and emotional, I wished it had lasted longer! It seems like the author isn't even aroace herself, so I'm amazed at how good the representation was! So much thought and research has gone into it, and it shows; the result is amazing.

Thanks for reading my scattered thoughts about this! 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

[diamonds-of-the-first-water]

It’s Polin Season

*Spoilers ahead for Bridgerton Season 3 part 1*

so i finished part 1 and oh my god. it was great. i’m gonna rewatch it later, but i want to list some of my favorite things after first watch (i’ll probably forget things I have been awake all night and am sleep deprived but oh well)

colin and el being elusive with one another about their activities

colin having a wet dream after one kiss

colin groping penelope like she was gonna float away

penelope’s new wardrobe and hair (they suit her so well)

PRUDANK

FROHN

phillipa not understanding how a baby is made or born and wondering why her husband has to change his pants after they kiss

surprisingly the music choices! when they were initially released i was wary but they all seem to fit the moment (aside from dynamite which was kinda just there?)

the carriage ride was even better than i imagined and i have imagined it many different ways so bravo team

ending with an almost direct book quote (for gods sake penelope featherington are you going to marry me or not?) chefs kiss. absolutely zero notes

for the show i’m glad the whistledown reveal wasn’t before the carriage scene it wouldn’t have made sense and there wouldn’t have been enough time to resolve it

honestly cressida makes much more sense as a character to me this season but it still doesn’t excuse her being a bully ( i like her but i love pen so)

marcus anderson seems like a good match for violet and i want to learn more about him

we got to see happy kanthony without them overshadowing the new couple (much like daphne in the first season)

things i didn’t like very much

another plot about benedict sleeping with some woman who will no longer be relevant next season

cressida being straight. this is wrong, do it again and get it right this time.

i honestly would have preferred penelope break off the engagement because she’s still in love with colin than debling doing it for her, but the tension cause of the broken engagement was sweet

though i’m glad kanthony wasn’t overused i still wish they showed up more in part 1, i know they will be back but still. at least one other episode

lady danbury and penelope’s relationship isn’t as strong as it is in the books. mind you polin names their first kid after her.

summary:

with what I have seen so far i almost wish we had gotten weekly releases instead. ideally we’d get the whole thing at once but if that wasn’t an option weekly would have been nice. i’m kinda tired of the binge model. overall i loved part 1 and will definitely be rewatching it later

more thoughts to come! thank you nicola and luke for doing our polin justice

[storytellerslense]

JJ Maybank Character Analysis

Why a pairing of Kiara and JJ would hardly work under real-life circumstances

Screenwriters love messy romantic storylines because drama sells and keeps us all on the edge of our seats. Complicated relationships filled with "OMG, did that just happen?" moments push characters to grow and show off their deeper sides, making them more relatable. Plus, they mirror our own love life dramas (or lack thereof) and give us an escape from reality. The whole "will they or won’t they" vibe keeps us binge-watching season after season, completely invested in their rollercoaster romance.

But let's get real for a sec—these chaotic love stories shouldn't be your blueprint for a real-life relationship.

That being said, it might not be the popular opinion, but Kiara would be the worst match for JJ. In real life, their relationship would quickly go downhill, and here's why:

JJ's been crushing on Kiara since Season 1. His feelings have been solid, even while she was off exploring things with John B. and Pope even though she often treated him badly, commenting on almost all of his actions with sarcasm and disregard.

There are a lot of examples, especially in the first two seasons, where Kiara is being disrespectful and sarcastic towards JJ. It actually seems like she doesn't care for him at all

That's why Kiara’s sudden interest in JJ, after her flings with the other guys, raises some eyebrows. Is she really into JJ, or is this about rebelling against her parents or wanting a “fixer-upper” project?

JJ and Kiara would make a perfect example for a toxic relationship

Kiara's and JJ's core personalities and backgrounds clash in fundamental ways. JJ, with his ADHD-like tendencies, impulsive nature, and carefree, rebellious attitude, often acts without thinking, seeking thrills and living in the moment. This behavior is in stark contrast to Kiara’s strong morals, rule-following disposition, and the disciplined upbringing she received from her wealthy household and good education. While JJ's spontaneity might seem exciting, it conflicts with Kiara’s structured approach to life.

Kiara is feeding into JJ's insecurities

She tends to be judgmental, especially towards behaviors that deviate from her values, which can make it hard for her to fully understand or accept JJ’s way of coping with his challenges.

JJ grew up in an abusive household with a neglectful and violent father. This messed up his self-esteem, emotional health, and understanding of relationships. He’s conditioned to accept unhealthy dynamics and put others first, often at his own expense.

Kiara, on the other hand, had a cushy, stable upbringing with overprotective parents. This gave her strong convictions and a clear sense of right and wrong but also left her with high expectations and a need to maintain a certain image.

Kiara’s strong will and idealism can sometimes make her judgmental and inflexible, especially toward those who don't see things her way.

Opposites attract: the more differences, the better the story

She might struggle to fully get the depth of JJ's trauma and how it shapes his behavior. His impulsiveness and reckless behavior, driven by a need to survive his trauma, often clash with Kiara's moral convictions. His actions aren't about seeking admiration but about finding safety and acceptance.

JJ's and Kiara's values are constantly clashing

JJ’s low self-esteem, need for validation, and history of emotional neglect make him vulnerable to falling into the same victim role he’s known all his life. Kiara’s strong personality and occasional self-righteous streak could unintentionally exploit JJ’s compulsive selflessness and lack of boundaries.

Is there really more to the chemistry between JJ and Kiara other than just physical attraction?

So, unless JJ takes some serious time for personal growth, gets to know himself and his boundaries, and learns what healthy relationships actually look like, jumping into a romance with Kiara too soon is basically setting himself up to fall right back into the emotional traps he’s trying to escape.

So, what do you think about all this? Would you disagree or do you have another constellation in mind that would suit a character like JJ better (Sarah?). Let me know your thoughts!

[orisquirrelking]

Loved the Dude kissing headcanons, I was twirling my hair the entire time and kicking my feet🤭

What's the ideal date for each Dude?

Ideal Dates for each Dude!

Congrats everybody btw. movie dude is now part of the full roster!

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P1/Redux

You’d think that he would prefer to stay inside all of the time, but you’d be incorrect. P1 is a big fan of what he likes to call “Real Nature,” where it’s just you, him, and the elements. He prefers the quiet compared to the bustling of the city, it helps him focus. He’ll bring a picnic set with a mat, utensils, the whole shebang! He isn’t the best cook but he’ll throw together a few cold-cut sandwiches for the two of you to snack on while he talks to you about everything and nothing, just content that you’re there and listening.

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P2

Oh, he has NOT dated since his (ex) wife. Not much for fanciness, though if that’s what you’re into he’ll begrudgingly take a shower and throw on some (stolen) nicer clothes.  P2 will probably take you somewhere he himself enjoys. It’s his way of saying “I give a shit!” P2 loves it most when you just kind of.. exist with him. Walking champ? Washing the dishes? Autism be damned, he’s working the grill? Dude just wants you near him, even if that means binging shitty reruns in his trailer. 

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P3

Dates? He’s got them planned down to a T. Doesn’t mean they’re going to be the greatest, but it does mean that he’s daydreaming about places he can take you. He’s generally very aloof about dates, often just showing up  at your door, gesturing to his shitty car. P3 loves taking you to new places the most, genuinely enjoying the surprised and delighted expressions on your face as he pulls up to weirder and wilder places. He just really likes spoiling you, and if he can, he will.

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P4

P4’s ideal date is going to your place and taking a nap. I'm serious! P4 is big on touching, and whatever gets him closer to you is ideal to him. He loves planning movie dates with you at home, where the two of you put on a shitty comedy and lay on the couch together, his head in your lap. He just wants you to play with his hair as he narrates everything he hates about grown ups, or how he hates the uncanniness of old cg animation. He just likes being inside and cozy sometimes.

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BD/Alt Dude

These two cannot agree on a proper date for you for the LIFE (lives?) of them. BD’s ideal date doesn’t include the other dude, and vice versa. And yet, somehow, they make it work. Ish. Well, not really. Their ideal dates that don’t involve each other respectively are a night out at a club (Alt) and dinner and a movie (BD.) They begrudgingly compromise whenever you (Semi) jokingly threaten to leave and go home, and the three of you settle for cooking together. They wouldn’t admit it, but they like this much better than going out.

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Movie Dude

Oh this man is an absolute SAP. bar the “I blew up Paradise” incident, he’s an absolute sweetheart. He loves diner dates, where the two of you can pop into the same almost run-down hole in the wall diner and everybody automatically knows your order. He’s going to be corny with the way he asks you to go out though, no simple texts or phone calls for you. Many times you’ve awoken from a midday nap to your phone ringing, the voice message simply saying “look outside!” and a very enthusiastic dude holding some slightly wilted flowers, throwing small rocks at your windows.

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[gimmethatagustd]

venor (9) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,166

○ Warnings: Reference to past parental death. Binge drinking. Minor violence.

○ Notes: Someone on AO3 called Byungchul a "stupid mutt" and I cried laughing. Also, I hope you enjoyed drunk Bunny Koo and Suyun 🥹 They're literal disasters lmfao.

○ Post Date: March 14, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

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“Do you think I look stupid?” Jungkook asks, turning around to look at his butt in the full-body mirror hanging on the back of his bedroom door.

Through the mirror, Yoongi and Suyun evaluate Jungkook’s outfit, too. Yoongi sits on his bed with a fluffy gray blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s got a frown on his face, which can’t possibly mean anything good — or it’s just his regular face, and there’s nothing wrong; Jungkook hasn’t quite figured out how to read him fully yet.

Suyun sits on Jungkook’s bed. She’s easier to read with a toothy grin that makes Jungkook shy.

“You look so cute, Jungkookie! Literally adorable, not to mention how clever the idea is. I promise no one else is going to have a costume like yours,” Suyun gushes, leaning forward to bring her legs underneath her. She kneels, sitting on her heels, and bounces with excitement.

Yoongi snorts. “That’s for fucking sure.”

It isn’t empty flattery that has Jungkook smiling shyly into the mirror. His costume is adorable and clever, and he came up with it all on his own. On the surface, it may not seem groundbreaking, but the meaning behind it is what Jungkook cares about.

Taehyung had forgotten to tell Jungkook that Jackson’s party isn't just a standard college house party but a Halloween party. Luckily, Halloween is one of Jungkook’s favorite holidays.

Perhaps Jungkook was a bit bold to suggest a couple's costume, but Taehyung agreed to it without hesitation, even after he heard Jungkook’s idea.

Jungkook finishes applying black eyeliner, thick and sharp in the corners, to create a bold cat-eye before stepping back to admire the end product: Jungkook is covered in stripes. The only article of clothing not striped are Jungkook’s white Converse.

Nestled in Jungkook’s hair and out of the way of his bunny ears is a headband with fuzzy tiger ears. The ears match his shirt, which is also striped orange and black. His shirt is long enough to hide his bunny tail, making the tiger tail hanging from where it’s tied to a band around his waist underneath his shirt look more realistic.

Jungkook had wanted to wear striped leggings to match the rest of his outfit, but he could only find striped shorts. The shorts aren’t ideal considering how cold it is outside, but Suyun pointed out that they make his legs look good, and that was all the convincing he needed to wear them.

To complete the look, Suyun painted Jungkook’s nose black and his cheeks with thin lines to represent whiskers. That part is just for fun; obviously, Taehyung doesn’t have whiskers, though Jungkook would still like him even if he did.

Jungkook sways his hips with a grin and watches the tiger tail swing around.

Suyun squeals, “Oh, I can’t wait until Taehyung shows up!”

Speaking of Taehyung, Jungkook retrieves his phone from his dresser to check if Taehyung has texted him recently. Neither of them has shared what their costume looks with the other, agreeing that it would be fun to be surprised when Taehyung comes to pick Jungkook up.

“What are you going as?” Jungkook asks as he settles on the bed beside Suyun. He has to hold the fake tail so he doesn’t sit on it, and he wonders how in the world Taehyung manages to live with such a long tail.

Suyun lets out a long groan that makes Yoongi giggle. It’s fun having the two of them together; Jungkook doesn’t know why he never encouraged them to all hang out together sooner.

“Jackson wanted to be zombies. I told him that’s not very sexy, and he said Halloween is about being scary,” Suyun huffs and Yoongi’s giggles turn into laughter that bobs his shoulders.

“Zombies sound fun, though!” Jungkook encourages.

“Mhm, well, I’m going as a zombie cheerleader, and he’s going to wear his jersey to be a zombie basketball player, so at least I’ll be a cute zombie.”

Jungkook’s costume isn’t sexy, but that wasn’t the goal. He just wanted to dress up in something silly. Adding a barista apron would have been the icing on the cake, but he forgot to ask Taehyung to borrow one.

Directing his attention to Yoongi, Jungkook points the tiger tail at him from across the room, making jabbing motions.

“What about you?”

“There’s no way I’m going,” Yoongi grunts with a shake of his head. “Do I look like the type of person to go to a costume party?”

Suyun answers, “No,” but Jungkook insists, “You could be.”

It’s no use trying to convince Yoongi to go, especially not so late. Although the party won’t start for a few hours, Yoongi would have needed to be convinced at least a week ago and reminded daily, perhaps hourly —and even then, it’s possible he’d still back out at the last second.

Yoongi’s stubborn personality doesn’t stop Suyun from trying to convince him, though her efforts are half-hearted because Jungkook has already explained that it’s a lost cause.

Jungkook ignores their playful bickering; he’s too focused on the footsteps he hears approaching his apartment’s front door. Scurrying out of his bedroom, he’s already flinging the door open when Taehyung raises his fist to knock.

“Hey, Jung—” Taehyung is cut off by Jungkook grabbing his wrist and yanking him inside.

“You always want to talk in the hallway where people can see you, Tae!” Jungkook chastises, “You’re going to get in trouble one day.”

Never one to care about rules, Taehyung ignores Jungkook’s scolding and gives himself a moment to look over his costume.

Jungkook lets himself do the same and is surprised by his giddiness as he takes in Taehyung’s costume. It's different to see it in person despite knowing what Taehyung would be dressed as.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung wears a headband. The bunny ears attached to them are small and stand instead of flopping, but they’re black and fuzzy like Jungkook’s. One sticks straight up while the other is bent at the tip, making Taehyung appear sassy.

Also, like Jungkook, Taehyung’s nose and cheeks are painted, though his nose is pink and his whiskers are white. The rest of his outfit is simple: a fitted black t-shirt that shows off the swell of his chest and biceps, black jeans, and black leather boots.

Tilting his head, Jungkook tries to look behind Taehyung and giggles when he notices that Taehyung has a white ball of fluff meant to be a bunny tail clipped to one of his belt loops directly above his actual tail.

“I realized that hiding a tail half the length of my body is impossible,” Taehyung chuckles when he notices Jungkook looking.

Taehyung’s comment reminds Jungkook that he’s also being evaluated.

It’s nerve-wracking to be examined so closely. Jungkook can practically feel Taehyung’s gaze on him, goosebumps pebbling his skin and following the same path down his body that Taehyung’s eyes take. Jungkook’s whole body grows hot as a slow grin spreads across Taehyung’s face.

“You look so fucking cute.”

Taehyung smirks when Jungkook ducks his head too quickly, making his headband nearly fall off. He cups Jungkook’s chin to lift his face, forcing Jungkook to look at him while he readjusts his headband.

“Thank you,” Jungkook responds shyly. “You look cute, too.”

“I guess I can’t call you bun tonight, huh?” Taehyung’s smirk morphs into a sly grin, making Jungkook’s stomach flip. “What should I call you instead? Kitten?”

“Oh my god, can you guys take your kinky shit somewhere else?” Yoongi hollers from down the hallway, Suyun trailing behind him in a fit of giggles. “It’s bad enough I had to deal with Taehyung’s horny pheromones suffocating me after you scented each other in the middle of the fucking apartment!”

Cheeks pink, Taehyung clears his throat and lets go of Jungkook’s face. Jungkook probably should have told him that Yoongi and Suyun were over, but Taehyung is cute when he’s embarrassed, and maybe there’s a tiny part of Jungkook that’s a little bit evil.

“Should we go?” Jungkook tugs Taehyung’s arm by his wrist again.

Taehyung takes a final look at Jungkook, his eyes lingering on his tiny shorts, before humming in agreement.

Flustered, Jungkook nearly forgets to grab his keys on the way out the door. He can hear Suyun’s laughter all the way to the stairs, but he’s more focused on Taehyung interlocking their fingers when he holds his hand.

The restaurant Taehyung takes them to isn’t one Jungkook is familiar with. Nestled between an apartment complex and a dry cleaner, the restaurant is easy to miss if one isn’t looking for it. It’s small, with only enough room to fit around fifteen customers. The patio in the back of the building provides more room, but it’s too cold to sit outside, so the staff have already put away the outdoor furniture.

Despite the humble exterior, the inside of the restaurant is cute. It feels homey, like Jungkook has just stepped into a friend’s house. What appear to be family photos decorate the bright white walls. Plants that Jungkook realizes are real are scattered around the room despite the tight space. Some are stacked in the corners on racks, others on shelves built into the walls, and each table has a tiny succulent in little clay pots. The restaurant’s aesthetic reminds Jungkook of Taehyung’s bedroom.

All the tables are occupied, which doesn’t surprise Jungkook. It’s a Friday evening, after all. It makes sense that restaurants would be busy.

Jungkook hovers at Taehyung’s elbow as they wait near the front door for an employee to notice them. They’re not difficult to miss, being the only people in the room dressed for Halloween. A few customers stare at them. Jungkook isn’t sure if it’s because of how they’re dressed or because Taehyung still has their fingers intertwined.

“Taehyung-ah!”

Jungkook is startled by a booming voice that impressively carries across the restaurant over the guests’ chatter. He peers over Taehyung’s shoulder to see a tall, broad tiger hybrid approaching them. Based on the apron tied around his waist, Jungkook assumes he must be an employee, but he’s more interested in the tiger hybrid’s familiar boxy smile.

“Appa,” Taehyung grumbles when the tiger hybrid crushes him in a hug. “You’re killing me.”

“I haven’t seen my only son in so long!” Taehyung’s father holds him by his shoulders and looks at him with so much love that Jungkook feels his body ache with it. It isn’t a look Jungkook is familiar with. 

“You saw me yesterday,” Taehyung points out. 

“So long ago!” Taehyung’s father bemoans, his hands migrating to hold the sides of Taehyung’s face. “What the hell are you wearing?”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung takes a step back to free himself from his father’s embrace.

“Me and Jungkook are going to a Halloween party,” Taehyung explains. He reaches for Jungkook’s hand after letting go of it when his father swept him into a hug.

As if he’s only just noticing Jungkook, Taehyung’s father’s eyebrows rise when he turns to look at him. Perhaps he can tell that Jungkook’s anxiety has spiked through the roof. Or perhaps he’s shocked to see a bunny dressed like a tiger.

“It’s nice to meet you, ahjussi,” Jungkook says with a bow that causes his headband to slip over his face and nearly poke him in the eyes. “If I had known I would be meeting you, I wouldn’t have dressed like this.”

“Aish, Taehyung-ah, why are you embarrassing this poor boy?” Taehyung’s father scolds Taehyung, who doesn’t look remorseful.

“He’s fine,” Taehyung says with a squeeze of Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook doesn’t miss how Taehyung’s father looks at their intertwined fingers.

All around them are friends, couples, and families eating dinner, and not a single table holds a mix of predators and prey. For such a progressive city, Seoul still sometimes disappoints Jungkook.

“Well, let’s get you some food!” Taehyung’s father gestures for them to follow him toward the back of the restaurant to the only empty table. “I’ve got to head back to the kitchen, but I’ll send Hyori out. Your favorites?”

“Yes, appa. Thank you,” Taehyung smiles as his father walks away.

Jungkook reaches for the chair across from Taehyung at the table, but Taehyung’s tail wraps around his wrist and yanks.

“Sit with me.”

Taehyung's arm is draped over the back of the chair next to him. He curls his fingers, beckoning Jungkook to come to him.

Of course, Jungkook does. He scoots his chair as close as possible to Taehyung’s and immediately feels his anxiety lessen when Taehyung lowers his arm to rest around Jungkook’s shoulders. He has to fight the urge to snuggle into Taehyung’s side. He doesn’t want to cause any problems for Taehyung if his father doesn’t like the public display of affection—especially when Jungkook is sure he’s not what Taehyung’s father wishes for him.

A woman Taehyung introduces to Jungkook as his aunt, Hyori, brings them water and grapefruit soju while they wait for their food. She’s friendly, like Taehyung’s father, and even compliments their costumes.

“You look just like your appa,” Jungkook points out once Taehyung’s aunt leaves.

“If you saw my eomma, you’d say differently.”

“Can I? See her?”

Taehyung is quiet for a moment. He unscrews the bottle of soju and gestures for Jungkook to hold up his shot glass. Once he’s finished pouring Jungkook a shot, Jungkook takes the bottle to pour one for him.

It isn’t until they’ve taken their shots that Taehyung responds.

“My little sister looks more like my appa,” Taehyung says as he passes his phone to Jungkook.

A picture of a teenage Taehyung with his parents and little sister is on the screen. They’re standing outside the restaurant, their arms entangled to pull each other into an enormous hug. Taehyung’s little sister is making a face that suggests she may have been growling, and Taehyung’s mother has her head thrown back in laughter.

“You’re all so sweet,” Jungkook says with a smile, “I get what you mean, though.”

“I think it’s hard for my appa to look at me sometimes because of that.” 

They pour another shot for each other but let the drinks sit.

Taehyung looks like he wants to say more, but Jungkook doesn’t push him. He knows Taehyung’s mother had been very sick, and he can’t imagine what it would be like to lose one of his parents, even when his relationship with them isn’t particularly healthy.

“What about your family? Do you get along?” Taehyung turns slightly in his seat to look at Jungkook.

Taehyung is so pretty, and Jungkook feels like he can’t breathe being so close to him, with those freckled beauty marks and plush lips taunting him. Jungkook wants to kiss him so badly. That’s all he thinks about now, Taehyung having successfully ruined him. He wants to know how the soju tastes from Taehyung’s tongue, drown in his scent, and feel Taehyung’s strong hands cradling his body like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Kitten,”  Taehyung murmurs with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh, sorry!” Jungkook sways slightly when he realizes he has leaned into Taehyung’s personal space. “My parents? I’m not very close to them, honestly. They’re very close to me if that makes sense. We just have different ways of seeing the world.”

Taehyung nods slowly. “They hate predators.”

At that moment, Hyori politely interrupts their conversation to bring them their food: japchae and dwaeji galbijjim, Taehyung’s favorite foods his father makes for him. Jungkook’s mouth waters the moment Hyori sets the plates down.

“Taehyung-ah used to cry when he couldn’t get japchae,” Hyori laughs, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before making her rounds at the tables she’s tending to.

Hyori’s interruption and finishing his second shot give Jungkook time to think through how he wants to answer Taehyung’s comment, which Jungkook knows is a question. It’s complicated, but that’s not the answer Taehyung deserves.

“They’re afraid, and I think fear makes people behave in ways that are different than what’s really in their hearts.”

Jungkook holds his shot glass so Taehyung can pour him another. As a lightweight, Jungkook should be more mindful of how much he drinks tonight, but he likes the loose, giddy feeling alcohol gives him.

Taehyung turns to look at Jungkook, something fierce in his eyes. 

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Of course not,” Jungkook says as gently as he can, even when inside, he’s startled by Taehyung’s question. Has he done something to make Taehyung question him?

“Good,” Taehyung murmurs, his feline eyes staring into Jungkook’s wide ones.

The food is waiting for them, but nothing is more tempting to Jungkook than Taehyung when his tongue wets his bottom lip. He considers the consequences of his actions for only a second before leaning in to press his lips to Taehyung’s.

Maybe it’s the soju or Taehyung, but Jungkook feels the world tilt when Taehyung deepens the kiss instead of pulling away like he expected him to. Goosebumps make Jungkook’s skin prickle as Taehyung holds the back of Jungkook’s head to keep him in place as he sucks on his bottom lip.

Jungkook pulls away first. He has to; if he lets this go on, he'll ruin his pants and embarrass himself in front of Taehyung’s family and a room full of strangers.

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums, slow to open his eyes but quick to make Jungkook’s heart skip when he smiles, “You taste good.”

Over Taehyung’s shoulder and across the room, Hyori meets Jungkook’s eye. Jungkook immediately looks away.

“Is your family going to be mad at you?” Jungkook asks, focusing on Taehyung’s pretty lips and the heavy way he looks at him.

“For what?”

“Me.”

Taehyung runs his fingers through the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck and gives him a small smile.

“Nah, they’re not like that,” Taehyung reassures Jungkook, dragging his wrist along his neck to scent him when he pulls his arm away. He grabs the chopsticks and hands Jungkook a pair before continuing, “But even if they did get mad at me, I wouldn’t give a fuck.”

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The soju from dinner helps Jungkook shake away the anxiety of attending his first real party. He’s more talkative on the drive to Jackson’s house than he had been on the way to the restaurant, much to Taehyung’s amusement.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Jungkook asks as he gets out of Taehyung’s car, where he’s parked on the side of the street.

“I just drove us here, didn’t I?” Taehyung laughs, his eyes twinkling with an amber glow that cuts through the night. Jackson’s neighborhood is eerily dark; no streetlamp is in sight.

“Do you think people will like our costumes?”

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s forearm to hold him steady as he finally exits the car and slams the door a little too hard.

“I do,” Taehyung affirms, but Jungkook’s thoughts are already tumbling toward something new.

“I want to scent you, but my nose…” Jungkook touches the tip of his nose with his index finger. Pulling away, he sticks his finger in Taehyung’s face to show him the black smudge of makeup left behind.

The corners of Taehyung’s mouth twitch and Jungkook almost stomps his foot because this is a very serious matter. If he doesn’t scent Taehyung, and if Taehyung doesn’t scent him in return, Jungkook may start crying in the middle of the street.

“You’re so cute, kitten,” Taehyung murmurs, stepping forward to force Jungkook backward until he’s trapped between the car and Taehyung’s body. “Using your nose isn’t the only way to scent someone.”

Lightly squeezing the front of Jungkook’s throat, Taehyung tilts Jungkook’s head back and to the side. It’s almost scary how pliant Jungkook becomes. Rather than protect himself, Jungkook goes where Taehyung wants him to and lets him take control. Once he’s in position, Taehyung slides his hand around to grip the back of Jungkook’s neck and hold him in place.

“You can use your mouth.” Taehyung kisses the base of Jungkook’s throat and hums with satisfaction when Jungkook exhales loudly. “Or you can use your tongue.”

Flattening his tongue, Taehyung licks a slow stripe up Jungkook’s throat, starting at the scent gland at his shoulder and ending at the end of his jaw. It’s hot and wet, making Jungkook’s intoxicated mind wonder where else he’d enjoy having Taehyung’s tongue on him.

“Tae,” Jungkook whimpers and digs his fingers into the soft material of Taehyung’s t-shirt to give him something to hold onto. “Stop, stop, I’m gonna get embarrassed.”

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s neck with a dark chuckle.

“Come on, kitten. Everyone’s waiting for you.” 

The air inside Jackson’s house is hot and thick, blanketed with the heady odor of alcohol and sweat. Jungkook takes advantage of Taehyung’s large frame by trailing close behind him as Taehyung maneuvers through the hallway. Every corner of the house is packed with mostly predator hybrids drinking from glass beer bottles and plastic cups.

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook doesn’t recognize anyone, but everyone seems to know Taehyung. His name is shouted from the crowds repeatedly, each time a new hand shoots out of the sea of people to wave at him or pull him into a one-armed hug.

It’s difficult to hear over the music blaring from the speakers in Jackson’s living room and the noise of the other guests.

“I feel like you’re a celebrity,” Jungkook shouts in Taehyung’s ear. He walks on his tiptoes to drape his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, practically hanging off him.

“Are you my bodyguard?” Taehyung shouts back with a grin over his shoulder.

“Yeah! I can kickbox!”

Jungkook considers demonstrating, but Taehyung finally breaks through the crowd and brings them to a much calmer room. The kitchen hosts only a handful of people, most dropping in to fix themselves a drink before plunging back into the sea of guests past the kitchen door’s threshold.

Even friendlier when drunk, Jungkook says hello to every predator that dips in and out of the kitchen, even the ones that look at him with disdain. He hardly notices; soju and whatever drink Taehyung mixes for him make Jungkook’s eyes glaze over with rose-colored giddiness.

“What did you put in this?” Jungkook holds up his plastic cup and tugs on the hem of Taehyung’s shirt.

Taking a sip of his own drink, Taehyung grins at Jungkook.

“Vodka.”

There are so many people that it’s been roughly half an hour, and they still haven’t found Jackson to say hello. The house isn’t big, but people cramp together in every room and spill out onto the front lawn, nursing beers and mixed drinks in colorful plastic cups. It’s overwhelming, with so many scents and sounds that Jungkook can’t sort out in his head. When he catches wind of a familiar scent, he perks up, head swiveling to figure out where it’s coming from.

“Jungkookie! I knew I heard you somewhere in here!”

Suyun scurries through the kitchen door, dragging Jackson behind her. Their athletic zombie costumes are more creative and well-done than many of the others Jungkook has seen, though he did run into someone in a full camel suit, which was pretty crazy and nothing Jungkook had ever seen.

“You’re so hot,” Jungkook blurts as he grabs Suyun’s wrist to spin her around, admiring how her blue and white cheerleader miniskirt fans out when she twirls.

Taehyung whips around to stare at Jungkook so quickly that he nearly spills his drink. Jungkook doesn’t notice his reaction, but Jackson snickers.

“I know!” Suyun’s face is bright red, and her already large eyes seem even bigger. They’re glossy like Jungkook’s.

Jungkook shouldn’t say it because it feels like something private that he shouldn’t say out loud, but he can’t stop himself when he turns to Taehyung and asks, “Wanna know a secret?”

With narrowed eyes and flattened ears, Taehyung gives Jungkook a suspicious look before nodding his head.

Jungkook grabs Taehyung’s arm and gets on his tiptoes again, leaning all his weight on Taehyung’s body because he’s focused on not dropping his drink. He needs to be close so he can tell Taehyung his secret.

“I’ve always wanted to try wearing skirts,” Jungkook thinks he whispers, but he speaks loudly enough for everyone in the kitchen to hear him.

“Mmm.” Taehyung stares at Jungkook, who smiles sweetly at him.

“Cool, right?”

“Mhmm…”

Before Jungkook can ask Taehyung why he looks like he's in pain, Suyun tries maneuvering between them.

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I was supposed to tell you something, too,” Suyun gasps like she’s just come from running a marathon, “This is Jungkookie’s first party, so you have to treat him nicely.”

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s any other way that Taehyung could treat him but nicely, even if Taehyung likes to pretend to be unfriendly.

“Of course, I—”

“No, listen! Listen to me!” Suyun pinches Taehyung on the forearm with confidence she usually doesn’t have. Jungkook has to laugh when Taehyung yelps and snatches his arm away from her.

“Alright, babe, let’s not do that,” Jackson says as he gently wraps his arms around Suyun’s waist and pulls her against him. Jungkook can’t help but stare at how beautiful his fluffy orange fox tail is.

“Tell him, Jackson,” Suyun pouts.

Jackson gestures to Jungkook, who is watching them in confusion.

“Prey are lightweights. They get fucked up real fast, as you can see.” This time, Jackson refers to Suyun’s level of inebriation. “Feisty little things when they drink.”

Jungkook has never seen Suyun in this state before, and it’s both disturbing and entertaining. He wonders how much he needs to drink before he becomes “feisty,” as Jackson said. Honestly, Jungkook thinks he’s already feisty; he hopes he is. He may be small, and his instincts make him naturally timid, but the person he works hard to be is feisty!

Throwing his head back, Jungkook finishes his drink and tosses the cup on the kitchen counter. However, he quickly picks it up and puts it in the garbage when he realizes he shouldn’t trash Jackson’s house right in front of him.

“I want to dance. Tae,” Jungkook stomps his foot and giggles when Suyun does it, too. “Let's go dance.”

As cooperative as Taehyung usually is, getting him to dance is nearly impossible. It takes more whining, pouting, and stomping to drag him into the living room, where the music playlist is being carefully monitored by Hoseok dressed like Woody from Toy Story.

“There’s a snake in my boot!” Jungkook shouts over the music and beams at Taehyung when Hoseok gives him a thumbs up. “I knew it.”

Shaking his head, Taehyung fights a smile as Jungkook loops his arms around his neck and slowly sways to the music despite how upbeat the song is that’s currently playing. It doesn’t matter; Jungkook wants to slow dance with Taehyung and doesn’t care if the music isn't right.

“Is scenting a private thing?” Jungkook tugs on Taehyung’s shoulders so he’ll lean down enough for Jungkook to comfortably speak in his ear to avoid shouting.

“Do you want to scent me right now?”

“Yes. I want people to know.”

Taehyung pulls back slightly to smirk at Jungkook, his bright eyes roaming Jungkook’s face.

“Know what, kitten?”

“I don’t know if I can say it,” Jungkook admits with a quivering bottom lip.

Jungkook doesn’t know why, but he’s feeling teary-eyed again. Perhaps it’s because Taehyung is so pretty and nice and funny. He’s a talented artist and a kind soul, even though people judge him solely based on what he is and not who he is. He holds Jungkook’s waist with a confident grip that brings Jungkook comfort just as much as it makes his body burn with desire.

“I think you should say it,” Taehyung says, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear him over the music and the noise of the other guests around them dancing and grinding together in the living room.

Ducking his head, Taehyung lightly bumps his nose against Jungkook’s, forcing Jungkook to tilt his head so Taehyung can slot their lips together. Ever since that day in the library, Taehyung has been more freely affectionate. He gifts Jungkook kisses more frequently and doesn’t care if others see them.

Jungkook doesn’t care, either. Other people are irrelevant when Taehyung draws Jungkook against him and kisses him like he wants to eat him. All Jungkook knows is the pressure of Taehyung’s palms grabbing his ass and the taste of vodka punch on Taehyung’s tongue when he slips it inside Jungkook’s mouth.

Unfortunately, reality often has a rude way of interrupting the fantasy worlds Jungkook creates in his mind.

When the lights suddenly turn on, and the music stops, Taehyung frowns and pulls away from Jungkook.

“What the fu—”

“Where is he? Where’s Taehyung?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen when he hears the familiar growl down the hallway. Despite the alcohol swimming in his bloodstream, Jungkook is put together enough to feel panic settle like a rock in the pit of his stomach.

“Taehyung, I want to go home,” Jungkook starts to say as the crowd begins parting for an extremely inebriated Byungchul.

“Byungchul, Byungchul,” Jackson shouts as he rushes behind Byungchul to catch up with him. “You gotta leave, man.”

Letting go of Jungkook, Taehyung steps in front of him as Byungchul approaches them. Jungkook feels ridiculous peering over Taehyung’s shoulder at the furious look on Byungchul’s face. Byungchul has ruined his day too many times; Jungkook isn’t interested in hiding from him again, but Taehyung won’t let him step forward.

“Byungchul,” Taehyung’s greeting is cold, his tone cautionary. “What do you want?”

For a moment, Byungchul does nothing but pant. His face is sweaty and red from alcohol and the fury bubbling under his skin — about what, no one seems to be sure. Perhaps Jackson knows something; he finally jogs over to stand beside Taehyung.

If their goal was to hide Jungkook, they failed.

Byungchul looks at Jungkook from over Taehyung’s shoulder and lets out a dark laugh.

“I’m so sick of both of you,” Byungchul spits. Jungkook doesn’t know if Byungchul refers to Jungkook and Taehyung, or Taehyung and Jackson.

“Byungchul, I already told you that you gotta get out of here,” Jackson attempts to talk sense into Byungchul. “Everyone’s just trying to have a good time, and you’ve had too much to drink. I’ll have Hobi hyung take you home, and in the morning, we can—”

Jungkook thinks he hears Suyun scream when Byungchul’s fist collides with Jackson’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. It happens too quickly for Jungkook to react. The momentum makes Jackson trip, pushing Jungkook over and falling on top of him.

When he hits the floor, Jungkook gets the wind knocked out of him. He gasps and tries to blink away the spots in his vision. Jackson says something through a pained groan, but Jungkook can’t understand him.

Everything’s happening too quickly.

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[siswritesyanderes]

hello darling🌿

i was just wondering if you have seen the new pjo show? if you have then what do you think of it?

I binged the whole thing last night and i just can't help thinking all day about manipulative yandere Hades and simp yandere Poseidon 😩😭

Hello, love! Of course I've seen the show! I loved it, I've made one YouTube video about it already, and I have another one on the way, lol.

Ooooh, those are some good ones. Maybe the reader is in danger and Hades offers sanctuary in his home, and just gradually begins to take liberties- that they ignore at first, because he's saved them. Or maybe reader is already dead and destined for the Fields of Asphodel, but he keeps them in his palace and promises not to send them to the Fields, as long as they accept his affection.

As for Poseidon, a submissive ocean is a wild concept! Just a wild amount of disproportionate retribution that can be visited on those who displease you. Ideally, Reader is someone who would be actively, vocally against such a thing, lol. But maybe little treasures wash into the sand at Reader's feet, whenever they stand by the sea. They meet a man on the beach who seems to intuitively know so much about them (because he's been watching for a while). And a sea current feels gentle when you're going with it; it only feels inescapable when you try to go against it.