#i still don't like it

[anon-402]

They're married your honor

#pissa #qsmp shipping #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #my art #i still don't like it #but it's like 3 am rn #and it's now or never

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

Mark Me

Beelzebub x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Submissive kink, light domination kink, mentioning of bruises, mild nsfw, 16+

You've learned a few things about Beelzebub since your arrival in the Devildom. He loves to eat anything and everything, sometimes literally, he is a lot calmer than most of his brothers, sensible and level-headed, he's protective and reliable, he's dedicated to his sports and training, and he has strength that matches his muscular build.

That particular detail excited you a lot.

You have a submissive kink. You won't deny that. You're just shy about admitting it. Despite your hesitance about mentioning it, Beel naturally has a pressure to his touches and handling when he holds you that you're oh-so fine with.

Neither of you have done much aside from vanilla stuff, kisses and cuddles and a hungry makeout round against a wall or few. The way his hands simultaneously melded with yours and immobilized your arms sends a delicious shiver down your back every time you thought back on the moments.

Beel had just left you in a stupefied daze, your head light from lack of oxygen, as you stumbled back to your room before any of his brothers could see you in such a disarrayed state

Normally, you weren't so winded by the intensity of your canoodling sessions, but then again, you're the one that usually instigated them. Beel had startled you when he had clamped onto you from behind, spun you around, and pressed you against the closest surface, a space between two oversized paintings in the stairwell.

He took any words out of your mouth, along with your air, and swallowed them as he began placing a too light yet sweet kiss on your lips. He peppered quick pecks on your cheeks, the shallow part of your temples, and the curve of your jawline before resuming the kiss on your parted lips more fervently.

The tight grip that Beel had on your hips was possessive and made your body feel hypersensitive. You clutched onto his arms, even though you had no chance of crumpling to the ground, and returned the passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of Beel's mouth and tongue pass down your throat and twist into a simmering knot in the pit of your stomach.

A sudden ping brought you back to the moment, fuzzy-headed and annoyed. His phone pinged again. The air that rushed in between your heated bodies as Beel pulled away to check his D.D.D. was like a splash of cold water, and you became further frustrated when he took a step back and turned to leave.

"Oh, it was my turn to do shopping for dinner. Sorry, MC. If I don't go now Lucifer will be mad."

That was how he left you. He sprung a surprise attack on you, then left just as quickly. You were more discombobulated than needy, so you decided to just return to your room to relax before joining the brothers for dinner later that evening.

It was a fuss like usual when Beel was the one on cooking duty. You could hear the commotion from the kitchen, and you knew either dinner was going to be late or you would be ordering take out again. After an hour passed, famished and tired of waiting at the table, the proposal to eat out was brought up. You weren't entirely up for going to a restaurant, but the majority voted yes, so you didn't have much choice. You were the last to walk out, lingering behind the brothers.

As you stepped a foot over the threshold of the doorway, you felt a sudden force around your waist and you were pulled back into the House of Lamentation, the door closing firmly in front of you. You noticed the familiar hold from the firm yet gentle hug, and you let out a shaky breathe you had unconsciously sucked in.

You were going to have to put a bell on this boy, because this was the second time he had caught you off guard way too easily. You were confused, though, because you were sure you had seen Beel be the first one out the door.

Twisting as best as you could to see him, Beel had a soft blush on his cheeks and his eyes avoided yours. When you asked him what he was doing, he admitted that while he was kinda hungry, it wasn't necessarily for food.

You assumed he had filled up mostly from the food meant for dinner, otherwise he never would have turned down a trip to Hell's Kitchen. It was a gracious turn of events that you weren't going to pass up though!

After you pried yourself from his embrace, you sheepishly tugged him to your room. It wasn't too long before he had picked up where he had abandoned his earlier encounter with you, now on your bed. His height completely submerged you in his shadow before he leaned down and started placing hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The heat in your stomach reignited when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, his hot skin against yours causing you to shudder in response.

You felt Beel lift your shirt higher, tugging it under your weight, and you paused him long enough to remove the clothing entirely, allowing him complete access to your upper body. He had just started a fresh trail of kisses down you chest when you felt him shift above you, leaving an absence of his warmth, and you opened your eyes to see that, no, he hadn't left, but he was more interested in your left hip. You looked down to see what had caught his interest.

On your side were fresh bruises that you hadn't noticed before, most definitely from the tight grasp Beel had held you with from earlier. He'd never left a mark on you before. Beel had been careful about his touches and strength whenever he got a bit rough.

If you had known you had bruises you would have revered them in awe and adoration. You felt tingles of excitement shoot through your nerves that set off your arousal more as you studied the sizes and shapes. The bruises were like fingerprints on your skin, like Beel had accidentally claimed you as his. Despite your excitement over these bruises, you noticed a regretful expression on his face, and it donned on you Beel wasn't finding these marks as interesting as you.

You touched Beel's arm to get his attention. You saw the unmerited guilt the moment your eyes locked. He opened his mouth, probably to start an apology, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You explained to him that you hadn't even felt anything to indicate that he had done anything to you. The fact that you had been "injured" was news to you as well. You reassured him that he hadn't done anything wrong with a soft kiss.

His worried frown relaxed gradually, but his gaze went back to your hip, rubbing his thumb over the brown-bluish spots before leaning down and kissing your pelvis. His lips sent a shockwave into your nerves that sent an irrepressible tremble through your body.

"I was worried I hurt you with the way I grabbed you earlier. I'm glad you're not hurt, MC."

You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips, and you brought his face back to yours, caressing a hand behind his neck. "You can be as rough with me as you want, Beel. I want you to mark me as yours."

There was a moment that passed as you felt your cheeks burn from the admission and Beel's wide-eyed stare, and in the next moment Beel roughly pinned you against your bed and kissed you, deeper and more intensely than any prior kisses. It was like a switch had been flipped, and you stumbled to keep up with his sudden intensity.

Hopefully no one needed you for the rest of the night, because Beel was most likely not to let you go.

#this is an old fic i did last year for Beel's birthday #but i didn't like how it read so I tried editing it and sprucing it up #i still don't like it #the urge to just delete it is really strong #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x mc #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me smut #jess writes

[lilac-udon]

#mythical au #I still don't like it #ughhhh #I don't think sunny would even like to kiss basil in this au tbh #but i like to think he is bad at it and his fang often scratch basil #sunny basil brain rot- basil really likes to grab on sunny and sunny think he’s warm #I think it’s cute when sunny becomes comfortable of touch #He has touch starved but is also afraid of being touched #i guess.. if that’s a thing ughh I’m not smart idk how human acts

[thelilcreature]

I think I'd go to bed earlier if I had someone to tuck me in

#it's a tragedy #i stay up too late becasue that's when i'm the most in my own head #and then everybody goes to sleep #and then i feel scared and vulnerable trying to sleep with no one else awake #i used to ask my sister if she was still awake because i didn't like falling asleep on my own #i still don't like it #agere #sfw agere #age regressor #age regression #anyway sorry for talking so much tonight

[unbidden-yidden]

Hey so idk if other people had this experience as preteens or early teens, but did any of y'all find yourselves just absolutely balls-to-the-wall-please-can-I-just- spontaneously-combust-right-now levels of mortified in response to romance in media?

Like you'd just be watching a movie or reading a book with excellent characters, good plot, strong female leads, etc. and really enjoying yourself, only to have it be completely RUINED by a romantic subplot. Even a well done one? Like one moment you're good, the next moment the kissing starts and you just want to jump out of an airlock? And it doesn't help that the literal sound of kissing makes you want to scream, cry, throw up, fight, etc.?

No? Just me? Ok.

#I still don't like it #but I can at least cope now as an adult

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Sango !!

#Istg I re-drew her body at least 4 times #I still don't like it #Inspired by the Barbie and Ken mugshot scene #I should've drawn Onyx #but his anatomy scares me sometimes #Pokemon HZ #Pokemon Horizons #Fanart #Sango #Pokemon Horizons fanart #Sango fanart #my art

[chownkie]

not right now.

#sorry lewis if this looks gay to the viewers #my art #i had to tweak some stuff i didnt like #i still don't like it #but i want to posttt !!! #f1 art

[draquus]

I somehow got listening to the Arcane OST and I’m thinking about Vi again.

Now, I’m going to start out by saying there’s a lot Arcane gets away with for me because it is jaw-droppingly beautiful. I disagree with a lot of what it does morally and philosophically, and I don’t think it’s as deep as it would like to be. But there’s good stuff there, too, and I’m willing to sift for it because it is visually amazing.

Vi is a great character in so many ways. I love that she’s physically strong and actually LOOKS like it. I love that she has so many masculine traits, but she embodies them in such a feminine way. Like, her strength comes from trying to live up to her father-figure and be like him, and her desire to protect her family, but she’s not some generic Strong Female Character. She’s an oldest daughter, a child and a woman taking on the role of protector and avenger because there is no one else left.

I do wish that she hadn’t had the romantic subplot with Cait, though. I think the intent was to keep playing with that tension between her masculine and feminine traits, but instead I feel like it unbalances them. Every scene with her flirting feels like she’s just a male character with a female skin, instead of a female character taking on a masculine role because that’s all she has.

It doesn’t ruin the series for me, partly because I’m already not totally invested in the series’ overall message as much as in how beautiful it is. But I feel like it could have been more.

#arcane #vi #I also have no familiarity with the source material so sorry if their relationship was an attempt to retain something cannon #I still don't like it

[havendance]

I guess one thing this icon-less tumblr change is good for is getting me to scroll through my dash less. though I'm not actually sure if this is cutting down on the amount of time i spend procrastinating on this website.

#i still don't like it #carthago delenda est

[indynerdgirl]

My mom is leaving for a 10 day pilgrimage to the Holy Land/Israel tomorrow. Prayers for safe travels & her safety during her time there would be greatly appreciated as I'm so worried about her being there while tensions in the region are still so high. 🥺

#prayer #prayers #prayer request #she's going with a group through a company that runs pilgrimages #and no one else she knows in going on this trip with her #even though they've had several zoom calls to organize the trip and let everyone get to know each other #i still don't like it

[monkey-network]

what the fuck even was this episode?

#adventure time #AT #finn the human #I still don't like it

[kaybkay8]

A friend told me to watch Korra as if it's not a sequel series...and I admit it is more digestible. It's definitely not something I enjoy much, but I'll admit it's not as painful if I imagine that it's not trying to massacre everything I loved about avatar. None of the characters really seem enjoyable to watch still, so I still don't see what he enjoys about this show. He watched this before avatar so his take on it is very different than mine.

#i still don't like it #like at all #still the action is interesting #anti korra

[darkarfs]

I generally don't like using the word "overrated" because, at the end of the argument, it isn't a valid criticism of jack shit. It is you, saying that lots of other people - some "of note" - like it "too much" and that's bothering you.

I will apply that word, however, specifically to Dave Meltzer's 5-star rating of Dustin Runnels vs. Cody , a) because it's an actual rating, and b) the match really isn't that good or as dramatic as we're led to believe.

The relationship between the two (half)-brothers is well-established and that carries the requisite narrative weight it's meant to. And it flows really nicely and ramps up like, honestly, a WWE match. But it didn't need all the fucking blood. (I was not convinced, by the end of the match, that these two had a complicated history because of it, for example. Also, the blood and the fact that these two were born in Texas is the only reason Adam Blampied uses the phrase "Southern gothic" to describe this match on two separate lists and that's annoying as hell.)

But at the end of it? Honestly, I think Cody is a fine wrestler, but I don't care about him. He wrestles incredibly competently but I've never cared about his feuds or his matches or his gimmicks (except the ones that he hated, go figure, self-important blockhead). Alberto del Rio before we learned what kind of person he is. Justin Gabriel. Just a decent hand in the ring. Not enough to make me think him cutting open his brother and then slapping him in the face and then hugging him was what the match needed, not enough to make me believe they've had a tremulous relationship. In fact, it felt forced, like Cody said in the booking meeting "this is what this match needs" and everyone just deferred to him because he was the masthead of this flagship.

Caveat: I LOVE Dustin. I loved Goldust in his many incarnations. HIS selling was phenomenal. I DID feel for HIM when he had blood in his eyes and, frustrated, started swinging wildly and missing with every blow. But he was fighting dead air, and he gave the match more than it deserved.

#and I know he's an older man now but it says something that #A) that was his only PPV match in AEW; he's been strictly jobber squashes #on Dark (go figure) #and B) that he didn't win #wouldn't it have been more narratively satisfying for his one and only PPV match to be a win? #feh #I still don't like it

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

#thinking about the person i saw saying that if you're at a protest #and other protesters try to stop you from becoming violent you should just kill them bc 'peace police are still police' #even taken as hyperbole that's simply dumb as shit on every conceivable level #it's also pretty blatantly hypocritical coming from people who are usually self-avowed prison/death penalty abolitionists #like i'm sorry but you don't get to be a death penalty abolitionist and also call for the death of your political enemies online #this isn't a major issue or anything i'm just bored and annoyed

[mrtequilasunset]

Listen man, you guys can't be like "you guys need to be normal about asexuality" and then turn around and get weirdly judgemental when you find out someone doesn't have sex by choice. Like that's weird that some of you do that.

#like I love sex im glad we're hyping it up #but also genuinely some of you have got to learn how to be normal around people who dont want to have sex #even if you're not talking about asexuality when you say stuff like that you're still being a weirdass #im not ace myself but i keep seeing posts that come across like they're taking it personally that other people don't want to have sex #it sounds like theyre trying to prove something to someone

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum