#unconcerned ramblings

[theunconcernedembalmer]

{|{ I was peeking in tumblr after i left for a while.. and i don't know if its a good idea to ask but.. what happened to ' man in grey ' ? I couldn't help but notice the account was now Deactivated:( }|}

Hey there dear anon! Thanks so much for dropping by the inbox, and welcome back XD

I also noticed that man in grey was deactivated for a while, understandably so. Many idv ask blogs that die tend to get deactivated, so while I was a little bummed about it, I'm not surprised.

I also confirmed with man in greys mun that she's "in blog retirement". Considering she's been around much longer then I have, I'd say thats pretty accurate XD. Thank you so much for checking in though, it's nice to know that people still remember and care for these blogs!

#unconcerned ramblings #its me the mun #ppl lose interest n leave fandoms n sometimes old stuff is just too cringe to leave around #theyre not completely gone though. interactions with other blogs will be on other blogs. man in grey has definitely made his mark here XD #having said that. when i do decide to retire the blog ill definitely still keep it up #theres a lot of things that im proud of over here. the blog really inspired me to try so many different things that i usually wouldnt do #n u can definitely see my improvement over time as i got more comfortable with digital art #i personally find it endearing. i do look back on the blog every now n then. usually when someone likes a really old post #theres definitely a lot of cringe as well but. im glad for all that. i know i had a lot of fun with it. n thats all that matters reallt

[eeriehowl]

the way bel found a family that actually loves him, despite how they may all act on the outside, while rasiel was met with individuals who would let him be eliminated for their ends in a heartbeat. say what you want about varia not caring for each other, they don't actually feel that way. they have each other's back in the end. xanxus is there to kill rasiel when bel couldn't. he did not do it for bel's sake, but he was actually there to follow up on the havoc rasiel was raining down. rasiel? rasiel had no one to fall back on. not a soul was going to help him against xanxus' wrath.

after being introduced to rasiel and having him reveal how much he belittled bel, how he was allegedly constantly rubbing in his face that he was better than him, it's beautiful karma to see bel not being alone anymore. he's not the 8 year old kid that had no one to rely on except himself. he has a family.

what's especially heart wrenching about knowing their backstory properly is that you find out why bel acts the way he does. suddenly, we are told that rasiel's treatment of him is the source of so much of what makes up bel as a person. it clicks. i still most often see people thinking of bel as conceited, but i really don't see that. not with the context of him looking completely blank when rasiel says that he was always better, no smile, no retort.

when bel lets down his guard with lussuria in the manga interview, he is extremely dismissive throughout. he is in no way excited to talk about himself. he even says that he doesn't want to stand out too much at the end section of one of the volumes where characters comment on fanart. this kind of humble comment doesn't exactly fit the way people around him tend to view his vanity. bel's desperation while fighting as soon as he bleeds also seems like...more than just flashbacks to that fateful night that he killed rasiel. it's like the inferiority complex he must have built up kicking in, he has to win, he has to get validation that he can win. he can't keep losing like he did repeatedly to rasiel in the past. again, i have to emphasize that rasiel says that bel was always worse than him and bel does not speak out. the one who everyone would see as egotistical does not say a word to defend himself. just silence. not even a hint of annoyance. this all sounds like i'm just taking things from canon and making a headcanon through that (which is fine), but then you realize that bel's only dislike listed on his "vongola 77" character page is himself. bel calling himself a genius & making his royalty a statement is sometimes simply just for mischief, a funny excuse he likes to throw around, and other times a cover. maybe a few times, he actually believes it. when he succeeds.

on the other hand, rasiel fully believes that he is better than everyone else. i have no doubt about that. even when bel won once, he still thinks bel is inferior. that bel is trash in comparison to himself. but in the end, he got destroyed by bel's boss who labels *him* trash. throwing that straight at his ego.

#lord knows xanxus has belief in his officers so he wasn't concerned about them when rasiel suddenly showed up #just like he acts unconcerned every time squalo 'dies' before the rainbow arc......that is how much faith he has in their skill #and that cool reaction is also an ideal way for him to simulate distance #probably can't get my hands on it anymore but...also thinking about the story from one of the light novels where bel needs a dentist #he runs away because he doesn't wanna go and then xanxus actually sends varia to get him if i remember correctly #jgksrjgkrsjkgjksr #a khr ramble??? we are back in 2014 #also not trying to say that i think rasiel is the scum of the earth here but he sure is a dick #i like his character regardless #i certainly would like to see more of how it was after the ’death’ for him #khr 0

[oh-meow-swirls]

ah yes my favorite yo-kai watch blasters mission. nate fucking dies-

#puppy rambles #yo-kai watch #ywb #local 11-year-old child dies from falling in a manhole and everyone is surprisingly unconcerned by the fact that he is dead. more news at 7 #help this child #omg canon blasters team. jibanyan usapyon n komasan. terrible balance there

[quitedisastrous]

feeling some kinda fucked up again. can't tell if it's because i wish i was home or because i'm sleepy but waiting on a fire drill to occur or because i've barely eaten a normal meal throughout the entirety of today or because i'm lonely or because i'm nervous about making it to my classes this week or

#not built for this. might shower when i get back from the fire drill and see what that does. unless it's at 11 or something #queued rambles #i don't know when my posts will be normal again. as of now i find myself unconcerned about that

[rainia]

things you learn from teaching: the ability to react completely calmly with “hmm, well I guess that’s a possibility” to absolutely fucking Anything,, like whether it’s panic to personal insults to the most bizarre shit you’ve ever heard, one of the first skills you learn is to appear utterly unconcerned no matter what lmao

#genuinely there’s no quicker way to defuse a situation #than a ‘well I suppose that’s fair/possible’ said in a calm to mildly amused tone #both validates what was said #while clearly conveying how unconcerned u are by it #and agreeing with it means there’s no further argument #genuinely feels like a get out of arguments free card #rain rambles

[filmflam-and-nonsense]

Three years ago I got bored and made a furnace out of desk supplies, and this year I realize… I messed up a perfectly good set of architectural tools. Fool that I am to be bored and innovate.

#to be clear I didn’t just set them on fire #I actually constructed a furnace out of an empty candle holder a couple tools and a paper clip #marveem rambles #when in class I realized what I’d done I wept for my hubris and unconcern of the past

[privitivium]

Eating mom bf ass for valentines…yeah…yum

based. pleasedont mind that this is 3 days after... ahemhrmhrm.m.. ramble/ideas at the beginning sorry for any mistakes ekkeke

valentines day with motherly bf!

cw;; face sitting ( mother...), overstimulation..... both giving.

motherly yan is definitely the type to go all out on every holiday... making up for your childhood if you didnt quite get to do that sort of thing... how im imagining this is ,,,, you coming home from work to see him bustling around the house - all dressed up nice with his assets on display in some lacy maroon apparel ; red decorations of all shades strewn about in a simplistic fashion along the interior of ur home.. and when you move further in, admiring the house.. on the island of the kitchen is full of baskets of goodies and balloons... not necessarily candy, maybe just necessities or just trinkets you like... mother getting you a whole ass new wardrobe just for valentines day bro. spoils you to hell. so obviously... you pull him away from trying to clean up "last-minute" and take a moment to marvel his body; pressing him against the counter gently... revelling in the way he squirms underneath your touch - too overwhelmed with making sure everything is absolutely perfect for you, a sight you've rarely seen - him so stoic yet fidgety with stress. so obviously you have to make it up to mother.. after all he was slaving away, making your home all pretty for you to marvel at... that deserves some praise.

smotheirng mother in kisses, telling him how beautiful he looks - and all for you? keeping your arms wrapped around him awkwardly even as you walk him to the bedroom... fooling around before you demand him to sit on your face. mother being iffy because yeah hes so much bigger than you but of course he sits his pretty little ass right smack dab on ur face just like you ask - gripping onto your hair and as your long tongue reaches into him - every so often sucking on his balls as you finger him.... digits working together with your muscle; prodding at his prostate and rubbing along his gummy walls, scissoring him so you can pull him deeper onto you, wanting his full weight to fucking suffocate you - anything for you, its your special day..

*our, you would correct, voice muffled by his cheeks.. completely unconcerned with his balls in your face; rather much welcoming.. or having him lay sprawled out on the bed, still dressed in ur work clothes you couldnt bother to take off because you were too caught up in ravaging your lovely darling lover who dressed up so beautiful for you. tits on display, cock hanging out and dribbling pre.. he was as excited as you! but his expression doesnt outwardly show it as his love muscle does. "ma.. you.. taste so good...." after sucking his cock.. jerking off his softening messy cock while tonguing around his finger fucked taint. it's all about him, but he'd protest.. wanting to give you some form of pleasure - but you'd simply continue jerking him off while rimming him, no response to his soft plea. this is your pleasure! grinding against the bed to stimulate your erection in your stupidly tight workpants... augajghh

;; ".. my sweet boy..." he murmurs, a whimpering mess as his head tosses and turns against the pillows, hair splayed out so prettily you wish you had a polaroid camera on hand to snap a few shots as material to jerk off toㅡ"yeaah.. yeah, that's right. your sweet boy." you snicker breathlessly, ghosting over his sensitive sack and fluttering hole,,, tongue dipping inward, circling around his entrance before burying your face in the perineum and shoving your tongue deeper. sucking dutifully and relishing in the way his thighs instinctively close around your head; pulling you deeper into his sensitive bits... unable to hold yourself over, humping into the bed while tonguing him out; kissing around his taint before kissing him directly, feeling on his squishy thighs.. fingering him, as your lips make their way upwards... licking along his sack, sliding along the underside of his leaky cock. "so beautiful. you're .. just so beautiful, mother.." your voice. So heartfelt and emotional .. shaky.. while sucking and kissing on his cock. mother.. unable to contain himself as his lower intestines coil - taint fluttering around your scissoring fingers prodding against his prostate,, orgasming hard with a soft moan of your name. getting you messy.. he'd apologize profusely, but you would wave him off to say;; mother it's okay... you're tasty. let me take care of you.

#motherly yan! #male reader #x male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader #sub bottom male character #sub male character...... #bottom male character !!!

[toaskello]

Today seems like a good day to ramble about my favorite bit of imagery in all of Bionicle, and that would be the twin eclipse in Legends of Metru Nui.

To start, let's recap a bit. Our protagonists, the Matoran and friends, live on a tropical island. The deity they worship is the Great Spirit Mata Nui, a vague, godlike figure cast into unending slumber by his jealous brother. We never see this entity, although he is often represented with symbols like the Kanohi Hau or a rock with etched details representing an abstraction of that mask. Similarly, we never see him do anything, as he is sleeping. All we know is that the village elders say he was benevolent and good.

The first major plot twist in Bionicle comes when the Matoran travel underground and find their original home: a large cavernous dome with an island city surrounded by a vast silver sea. Despite being underground, twin suns are visible in the sky, frozen in a partial eclipse.

The next year of Bionicle is a flashback, taking place on this island city while Mata Nui is awake and the suns are shining bright. Mata Nui himself and his actions are still seemingly nowhere to be seen.

Tragedy strikes at the end of the year when Mata Nui's jealous brother infects him with a virus and sends him into his slumber while the twin suns eclipse. With the limited information about the true nature of Mata Nui we had in 2004, this always seemed to be a rather on-the-nose metaphor. The Great Spirit who watches over the Matoran falls asleep and the suns overhead eclipse in a manner that makes them look like closing eyes. He can no longer protect the Matoran from the eternal shadow like he once did.

Fast forward four years and the big reveal that all of Bionicle had been building up to is finally made known. The Great Spirit Mata Nui was a metallic colossus in which the Matoran resided. The island city was his brain, the silver sea his cerebrospinal fluid, the dome his skull. The suns, as it so happens, actually are his eyes. But importantly, the eyes are not looking down on the Matoran - they are looking up, away from them.

Mata Nui, as it so happens, was rather unconcerned with the inner workings of his body. He wasn't malicious, but he cared about his people as much as you and i care about our sesamoid bones. Do you know how many you have and where? Probably not. His major character arc going forward is recognizing this and, after being humbled into a puny (7-foot-tall) humanoid, learning to care and respect other beings, even those he would usually consider beneath him.

The reason I love this shot so much is that it works perfectly for both views of Mata Nui: the Matoran interpretation of an idyllic protector who banishes shadows from his place in the heavens, and the giant robot with people in his brain who is preoccupied with observing space. The perception of this scene changes as our understanding of both the biology and personality of Mata Nui are revealed throughout the story.

Like, they made a movie for a toy with this shot that you would have to go back and watch four years later to fully appreciate. And IDK, I think it's pretty cool.

#bionicle #another skello original

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim x Reader: Dating (feat. Gun)

G/N. Requested. Fluff

"Who is this mysterious sexy man?" Goo chuckles, "It's ME!"

He thrusts the trashy tabloid in Gun's face. That ridiculous headline and Goo's mug plastered on the front page, arm around one of the most sought after K-Pop idols.

Mysterious? Sexy?

Gun peers at the photo and thinks that Goo looks like how he always does.

An idiot.

Lips stretched into an open mouthed grin. Eyes crinkled. Hideously garish suit. Stupid bleached hair.

Some of his meagre charm must be doing something though, because the idol's smile reflects his. A touch more sane, a lot more sincere, and very much besotted if the way they're looking at the blonde is anything to go by.

"They're boring though," Goo leans back, studies the idol's face that he is casually bedding and dismisses them.

One word, cutting and cruel: "Next."

.

.

"Either answer it, or turn it off."

"Nope!"

Gun glares at him. The phone continues to vibrate, buzzing noisily on the table.

It stops.

For now-

One..

Two...

Three...

And like clockwork-

It starts ringing again.

Just like it has done for the last ten minutes.

Fuck this. Gun grabs the device and hurls it onto the floor. It smashes with excessive force, a complete overkill, into the marble tiles.

The screen cracks, flashes, then dies.

"You're doing me a favour," Goo taps his long fingers against the table, unconcerned and disinterested, peering out the window, "They were getting clingy."

They being the supermodel that walked the Paris runway last week. Graced the front cover of the September Issue the week before.

It didn't matter.

His interest putters out like it always does. Goo is done with them.

.

.

"Ewwwww, tasteless!"

Gun catches a glimpse of a suit nestled in a gift box, logos of one of the most expensive and exclusive fashion houses adorn the tissue paper.

"Throw it away! Trash it!" Goo instructs and the HNH assistant scurries away.

"Ugh," The blonde pulls a face, as if the lingering presence of the ugly garment is still offending his delicate sensibilities.

Grabs his phone (new and top of the line) out of his pocket and makes a show of blocking someone.

He throws his arm around Gun's shoulder.

"You'd think a chaebol heir-" Stressing chaebol and heir with a smug waggle of the eyebrows, "-would have better taste. I can't be with someone with such awful style!"

Gun pushes him away, "I don't care. Shut up."

.

.

Goo has a new obsession.

Used to let his phone ring out. Used to ghost people for days, weeks, months, before reaching out again. (If he does reach out, that is.) Relish in playing mind games and gaslighting.

Now he picks up after the second ring. Murmurs, voice cooing and sickly sweet, into his phone.

Excuses himself "I have to take this," and walks out of meetings with Charles Choi and the HNH board.

Is unavailable on weekends and evenings. Snaps "I'm busy," when Gun offers the moneymaker a chance to make more money.

Then the new obsession turns into an ongoing obsession.

.

.

Your name flashes on Goo's phone screen.

Your name is one that Gun has, against his will, grown familiar with.

He has heard more than his fair share of your interests and hobbies. How great you are, how talented, how wonderful. The way your hair gleams in the light, how your eyes sparkle when you laugh. How you always beat Goo in games, "Y/N must be cheating!" he would screech.

And, according to Goo, has the most deliciously mean sense of humour. "You could never be as funny as Y/N." Goo sneers, as if it was a competition. As if Gun ever wanted to be seen as funny. Or to make Goo fucking Kim laugh.

Gun couldn't give a shit. Gun couldn't care less. But since when did Goo care what Gun thinks.

So Goo rambles, voice rushed and excited, telling him everything about you even when Gun tells him to shut the fuck up and tries to uppercut him on the jaw.

.

.

"You're getting too attached." Gun tells him one day. Not that Gun cares, but Goo Kim happy is insufferable.

He expects a glare, an insult. Eyes narrowed behind glasses and venom.

Goo's response surprises him. Gun never expected this.

A shrug and a lopsided smile. Goo is resigned to his fate. "Yeah," he agrees.

He knows he is too attached to you, and he has no intention of ever changing that.

#slightly different format with fic requests! #my inbox is overwhelming me #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism fic #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #gun park #wannaeatramyeon

[minhosimthings]

Red Lights

Symphony Smut Series Day 10: Stray Kids' Red Lights

Lyric: I cannot breathe without you being right by my side

Pairings: bf!idol!Seungmin × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, hard!dom!Seungmin, sub!reader, p in v sex, mirror sex, degradation, dumbification, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex (not for you), reader gets called 'pup'

A/N: sorry for the delay everyone! I couldn't finish it early so I just finished it now, while waiting for my eggs to boil. And I obviously had to include this amazing song about traffic lights!

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Seungmin hated upsetting you.

And what he hated more was when he did upset you and you gave him the silent treatment.

Seungmin loved hearing you talk. The voice of your melody gently bouncing off of his ears giving him peace as you ramble on about your day.

But sometimes, some very rare times, Seungmin couldn't handle it. So as you were ranting to him, about how some bitch at work made you feel like you're not pretty, he snapped.

And now, he was standing by your bedroom's door, tapping his knuckles again and again on the wood.

"Pup let me in, please." He pleaded. He could hear sounds from the bedroom, which he assumed were your sobs, which broke his heart even more.

Stupid stupid choreo, he thought to himself, he had been too exhausted with the new comeback and now he had taken it out on perhaps the only person who could comfort him.

While considering if he should break the door down and make up a dramatic speech to narrate to you, the door cracked open.

And there you stood, with tear stains over your eyes, and a droopy head.

Seungmin was quick to embrace you in his arms, nudging you into the room and sitting you down by your makeup table, where your mirror lay all lit pretty with fairy lights.

"Im sorry Pup." Seungmin cooed at you, caressing your cheek, "I am so sorry."

"I hate you." You whimpered, still crying, "I just felt like an ugly piece of shit and you just- you-"

"Hey shh calm down." Seungmin pressed his hand to your thigh, as you gasped in exhaustion from the crying, "And please don't call my girlfriend an ugly piece of shit."

"But I am aren't I? You deserve someone better than me." You sob, not being able to stop your emotions, when you find Seungmin's lips on top of yours. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he tasted you.

He manuveoured you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is the prettiest one I've ever seen. How can you say she's ugly?” You opened your mouth to say something, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. He begins to press you against the counter, your body bending over as he continues to press wet kisses on your nape.

“You need a reminder about how pretty you are,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver, heat spreading to your body as his hands unzipped your dress from behind, letting the fabric fall on the floor. “Ah fuck Min,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra.

“You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his head propped up to your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and you won't get to cum”

You gasp, “Seungmin '' His hands squeeze your breasts harder, bordering on pain. “Shh pup,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit. At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure.

He rubbed at your clit relentlessly, making you soak your panties with your juices. His other hand squeezes your hips. You whine, your eyes closing and he pinches your clit making you moan louder than you should, your eyes opening immediately to meet his gaze.

"Now tell me what you are. Say it."

"I-I'm pretty."

“My dumb pup can learn after all,” he whispered to your ear and then his lips kissed the clasp of your necklace. His fingers abandon your clit to swipe at your folds to gather your wetness. He chuckles as he continues to tease you like this, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Seungmin,” you whispered and your eyes connected with his and you knew his fingers could feel the flex of your cunt around nothing. “That's it. Look at me, pup.”

The corner of his lips curled up a little. You squirmed in pleasure as his finger pushed deeper, probing your wet folds. A soft moan escaped your lips, muffled by the sound of his fingers rubbing against your swollen clit.

Looking down at you, he cupped the side of your face roughly. His other hand moved between your legs, spreading them apart once more. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, “You look even better with my cock in you too.” He tapped the side of your face with his hand.

You gasped as he pushed inside of you, filling you up completely. He always stretched you past your limit. His hips almost immediately slammed against yours in a rhythm that made you moan out loud.

"You're not pretty huh?" Seungmin scoffed, in between his thrusts, "stupid stupid pup"

You moaned loudly, your body shaking under his as you gave in to the pleasure he was giving you. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that," you panted, your head rolling back more.

His eyes flashed with satisfaction as you apologized, your voice barely audible over the sound of your moans. “You’re sorry?” His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts deeper into you, “Alright then.“

His pace picked up, and he started slamming into you with unrestrained force. You moaned loudly, practically screaming. Your walls clenching around him as he pounded into you.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bedroom as Seungmin fucked you harder, his hips pounding into yours. Your moans and gasps filled the air, intertwining with his rough breathing as he took you to the edge.

"So pretty aren't you?" His voice raw with desire. “A pretty pussy like this needs to be throughly fucked every day.” He laughed pounding into you, he reached down and began to rub your clit in rapid circles. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling throughout your body.

“Minnie, oh god, I'm so close…!” You moaned, your head thrown back in ecstasy as he continues to thrust and rub. Feeling the intensity of your response, Seungmin moaned in approval. He circled your clit faster and harder, drawing out cries of pure bliss from your lips.

Your moans grow louder, echoing on the walls as you feel the impending climax. "I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and a quivering sensation throughout your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around him, pulling him down into you, milking his cock with every thrust. Your legs tremble and your body shivers, wracked with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. "Fuck, I’m cumming!”

You lay there, your chest heaving as you catch your breath after the intense orgasm. You're twitching and aching all over, both from the pleasure you've just experienced and the fullness of your boyfriend still inside of you.

“Mm..Minnie,” you groaned softly, barely above a whisper. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer to you.

"You feel pretty now pup?" Seungmin raises a brow at you, tracing your waist with his finger.

"Don't worry I'll make you feel pretty."

Taglist: @ramenoil @mynameisniya150 @demigodmahash + whoever wants to be tagged, send an ask my way!

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[miss-menhera]

FAIR WARNING: Oversharing thoughts about lusting over how Adam would taste like somehow turns into a ramble about how Angels ACTUALLY taste like. Messy brainless drabble.

(I am legimately mentally ill and an oversharer if you're squeamish I advise you not to interact with me cuz I always say weird shit, I am absolutely shameless and unconcerned by backlash and I associated borderline cannibalism with pure adoration so bear with me😭)

You know when someone is so cute, you go "you're so cute, I could eat you" yes? No? Either way I legimately could take a bite out of someone I adore. I know people get this urge with animals, so perhaps it's more normal than I think

So I was thinking about Adam's cock, and what his cum would be and what it would taste like,(I came heh to the conclusion it would probably be alot, so thick, hard to swallow and salty asf due to his diet) then if that couldn't get any worse I started thinking "What if I bit his 40 inch dick off the moment he starts boasting and saying demeaning stuff", AND then that somehow went into even more unhinged territory and turned into what if I bit and swallowed his dick too?

Then I came back to my senses and I was like wow, that would be kinda gross and cruel huh?

Then I also thought meh it's gonna grow back in like 3 seconds cuz he ain't human and he'd probably be all scared or incredibly mad, and I dont mind either of those options so it's a win-win no matter what, he could either fuck me with pure rage or scramble away leave me a edged mess.

Then I stopped thinking horny and my thoughts went to "AH I love him so much I could bite a piece of his arm off T- T" to "Hold on a second what do angels taste like.."

You know what guys? The cannibals were kinda based in Hazbin Hotel?

Like honestly I myself, kinda wanna know what Angel's wings taste like? I feel like they'd be like huge chicken wings, and also Angels bleed glowy GOLD? That can't taste like blood, what does that taste like? Their blood looks like shiny sweetsour sauce, what if fried angels taste like chicken tenders marinated in sweet n sour sauce. Adam is 11 feet tall and fat ast he'd be literally delicious and he could feed whole cannibal town for a week.

..I guess this means Adam isn't a dick, he's a cock heh.

No seriously what if I took a bite out of him? Then what? Who's gonna stop me? Salmonella? Nuh-huh. Is (fictional)cannibalism a love language? Can it be actively practiced? Should I take my pills? Should I stop thinking about eating men I like? What sin do these thoughts represent? Lust? Gluttony? Even if there's 0 malice in my words? Is this what they call girl thoughts? Should i stop? Should I go dry my hair? I think I should go dry my hair.

This will get me on some sort of blacklist and blocked by alot of people I think

#i say this while i smell like strawberries and cotton candies #Literally in a babygirl nightgown with my facemask on and a lil pink bow holding my fringe out of my face #what kind of love is this #is this cute aggression #this all stemmed from craving sushi and adam's cock #this turned into craving Adam's cock #to thinking of Adam as a cock #i think this is a sign i need to take my pills #does this mean Adam is literally a girldinner #girl dinner #heh #someone needs to take away my phone #i can't be the only one #im just a girl #just girly thoughts #babygirl #babygirl thoughts #cannibal love #cannibalisticthoughts #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #my little mysoginist </3 #dickmaster #adam #hazbin adam x reader #adam x reader smut

[brigoesrahhh]

"Do the honors?"

Jonathan Ohnn / The Spot x f!Reader. 

1.4k+ words.

Part one, Part two, Part three.

Summary: You sit at your office with nothing interesting to do but think about your recent encounter at the cafe with Jonathan. You hadn’t seen him since that encounter a few days ago, and you were beginning to become worried about how he was doing — Just when Jonathan interrupts your thoughts with a warm cup of coffee. Just some simple fluff, for now…

You sat at your desk, completing some light work that you hadn't finished the day before, giving you the rest of the day to relax at your desk. You glanced through your phone for a bit before getting bored and fading into your own thoughts.

Your employment at Alchemax was pretty simple and didn’t cause you too much worry. You were familiar with the work and it didn't require you to venture outside of your comfort zone. You'd seen the stress placed on individuals with more demanding positions at the company, and that was definitely not your thing.

Your mind wandered back to your encounter with Jonathan just a few days ago. When you asked him about how he was doing, he seemed unconcerned and quickly changed the subject. At first, you assumed that he brushed off your question when you asked how he was doing because he wanted to cheer you up. But the longer you thought about it, it left you wondering if something was bothering him and if there was something he wasn't telling you.

Despite this, he had left quite an impression on you. The memory of his smile and the way he blushed made your heart flutter, leaving you eager to see him again. But it had already been a while since you talked to him, and you were starting to lose a bit of hope. It was a bit ironic, considering his encouraging words at the cafe.

Along with his adorable nerdiness, he was observant and kind. Ultimately, that was what won you over. His genuine worry for you that day imprinted a fond memory in your brain, and his willingness to sit down and chat with you — it all seemed a bit too good to be true.

Your thoughts were cut off by a knock on your door.

A little lost in your mind, you shook your head and stood up, walking over to open it. You exhaled slowly, secretly hoping it was him standing on the other side. As the door swung open, your heart skipped a beat. You were surprised, and a little relieved to find the man on your mind standing in the hall, nervously balancing two cups in one hand, and a sealed envelope in the other.

When Jonathan offered to get 'drinks' with you, you hadn’t guessed that he was much of an actual drinker. You figured you were right when he showed up at your office with two coffees in hand. Unsure of how to greet you with his hands full, he settled on a shy smile in place of his excitement.

“Sorry, I was so busy with work, but we just got to a point where my boss let me have a break,” he said at a fast pace, but eventually stopped when he realized he was rambling on.

He handed you one of the coffees, and you took it. “I wanted to come sooner, but he was pressuring me a bit…” he nervously laughed. “Anyways… How are you? Are you doing well?”

You smiled, and laughed softly at his concern, taking a sip of the coffee he had gotten for you. You recognized the design on the wrapping of the cup from the cafe you had met at, but you were pleasantly surprised when the coffee matched your exact order from the shop. He must’ve asked the barista you knew at the cafe for your order and flustered himself in the process.

Oh boy, you were gonna get an interrogation from her the next time you stopped by.

“I’m… pretty good, actually.” You smiled at him, waving a hand to invite him in. He gladly walked further into your office, and you shut the door behind him. He stood a little awkwardly in the middle of the room, admiring your effortless stride as you came back in front of him. He only realized you were grinning at his expression before it was too late, and a tinge of pink peeked through his cheeks. You quietly giggled, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder in an attempt to bring him back to you. It worked, maybe a little too well, and his blush became a little darker in response.

“So… You wanna tell me about what’s in that envelope?” You guessed, looking at the tight grip he had now formed on it in his flustered state.

“Oh- Yeah, right,” he laughed sheepishly, handing it to you. You removed your hand from his shoulder to grab it, which he seemed a little bummed about.

“I was wondering if you would like to take a tour of my lab with me. I have to get back there soon, but I’d like it if you were there. And I get to talk about something I actually know, so I seem smart,” he explains. You laugh softly as he finishes his sentence.

You tore open the envelope and rested the empty paper on your desk. You were now holding a metallic card in your hand, with some small text engraved at the bottom: “Jonathan’s Lab”, and your name, with… a small heart next to it?

“Cute,” you smile to yourself.

“That’s the keycard to the lab… So you can visit me. If you want to, of course.” He says, the redness now covering his face. He exhaled deeply, having become distracted by his nervous speech and forgotten to breathe.

His quick advance caught you a little by surprise, and you blushed too. You hadn’t expected someone shy like him to be so forward, and you didn’t think he did, either. You fidgeted with the card for a bit before speaking up.

“Jonathan,” you called, smiling comfortingly while trying to calm your own heart rate. His eyes shot up at the sound of his name in your voice, and a tiny smile peaked at the corner of his lips.

“Yes. Let’s do that. I’m free now?” You say, partially asking if you would be allowed to go with him at this moment.

“Yes. Yes. Perfect, that’s great,” he repeated, stepping just a bit closer to you and tapping his fingers on his coffee.

You hadn’t completely realized his feelings for you until this moment, but now it was so obvious.

He liked you. There was no other explanation… right?

As hard as you tried to think of any other possible justification for the deep blush that remained on his face, nothing came to mind. The way he looked at you with a mix of excitement and nervousness, the way his voice trembled slightly when he spoke — it all pointed to the same thing. It was clear that his emotions were genuine and that he had been harboring this crush for some time.

You stepped over to your desk, quickly locking your computer and slipping your new keycard into your pocket. He seemed a little caught up in the moment, and you walk back up to him.

"Are you sure you're alright? You're zoning out a little," you ask, concern filling your tone. You gently rested your hand on the side of his arm, trying to comfort him.

He seemed to appreciate this, and let out a soft smile. "I'm okay, just a little tired is all. Don't worry about me."

You nodded slightly in response, still obviously a little worried about the stress he was dealing with but wanting to be there for him. Maybe you could give him a little distraction to get him through the day. You didn’t have anything else to do, and you could be free for at least a couple hours before your boss would notice. And besides, he was much more important right now.

Testing the waters, you moved your hand down to his, and he gladly intertwined his fingers with yours. You two exchanged awkward smiles at each other before you left your office and headed toward his.

As you walked, the tension seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of comfort and support. You could tell that your presence was providing him with some much-needed solace amidst the exhaustion of his day.

You looked down into your coffee and spun it around, watching the last few drips of the liquid swirl at the base of the cup. You looked around for a trash can to throw it in, and you both disposed of the empty cups.

In the comforting silence, you arrived at his lab after a few minutes of walking.

"We're here!" he whispers excitedly, smiling at you and squeezing your hand before letting go. You understood that he probably didn't want anyone to see you two together and make any assumptions.

"Do the honors?" he grinned, waving you over to the door. You laugh softly and swiped the keycard over the handle, earning you a satisfying click, and the door swung open.

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A/N: i hope you guys are enjoying this so far! this is build-up for the next part in this series, i promise the next fic will have some really cute stuff in it :D but this was necessary for the next part to make sense — which should come out towards the end of this week! you can read more about this series and get added to the taglist here.

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[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seungkwan's and Jeonghan's friend swap Pt. 2

Full series

Pairing: Jeonghan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, mature themes

Word count: 2.7k

tags: mentions of alcohol, brief mention of substance in a drink, bathroom sex, dom!jeonghan, mirror sex, fingering, standing back shots, praise kink, one night stand, a different kind of awkward

Summary: Seungkwan likes Jeonghan's friend while Jeonghan is more than willing to be the perfect distraction to entertain Seungkwan's friend. Looks like they're switching besties for the night.

tag list @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01

Jeonghan sees you several meters away from him getting inching closer to the beat of the music. He observes the shape of your lips, to the curve of your cheek, until his eyes automatically lock with your eyes that bore into his. Any attention was good attention, he’d say.

“I have to talk to you, excuse me,” your fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging at a direction he’d blindly follow, but he doesn’t forget to wave his friend goodbye in his departure. They look at him in amused confusion, having them wave back unconcerned.

“Okay, ow. What is it?” He asks with feigned disdain.

“Oh, just…” your eyes trail over, Seungkwan finally makes his move, pretending to look cool while leaning up against the kitchen counter with a drink in hand. It’s visibly awkward but endearing, and the person he pursues doesn’t seem to mind his company. You’re reminded to respond when Jeonghan takes over your view, bending his neck to meet your eyes again. “Just what?”

“I, uh. Distracting you?”

“Why, so you can put something in my drink?”

Your eyebrows meet down the center, “Of course not, god, how dark.”

“Then, what is it,” he patiently waits for an answer, charmed by your startled expression that smooths over into one thought, as if only deciding now to find an excuse. You clear your throat, slightly shift from his gaze and open your mouth, thinking to spew the first thing that comes to mind. “S-sex.”

“Sex?” He ponders amused. “What? Are you proposing we have sex right now?”

Damnit. Not the brain. Another body part of yours did the speaking.

You scoff. “Please—“

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely—“

“Socializing.” Your eyes look over his shoulder, seeing Seungkwan laugh at something they say, bringing a smile to your eyes. “I came over just to talk, came to you for a drink since you always know where they are.”

He side grins, mischief taking up his face. “Follow me.”

You weren’t normally quick to follow the word of Yoon Jeonghan–you have heard he was all kinds of unhinged–but you were being a good friend. An amazing friend. A friend of Seungkwan would take several shots of vodka, tequila, or both just to prove how good of a friend they are. You’d throw them back like water because who can ignore a person who knows to have a good time? Jeonghan couldn’t. This would surely be a good distraction. 

They’d talk Jeonghan up, and do some light flirting to make sure Seungkwan and the person he likes could get alone time (although Seungkwan’s already sneaked out of the party an hour ago). One light brush against his arm would do the trick, maybe followed by soft whispers to his ears, saying ramblings of a person who’s had enough alcohol would say.

They would also sneak in some brief liplock with Jeonghan to really seal in that deal. You have his mouth over your lips in some hidden bathroom, tugging on his collar as you're sat over the sink counter. His skin is flushed against yours, clearly enjoying himself, and in every momentary part of your lips you can feel the heat of his chuckles against your cheeks.

What were you doing again?

You forget your purpose tonight with his hand up your thigh, his lips falling to your neck–sucking the skin you only realize of late was so sensitive it’d cry if it had eye sockets–and his bulging erection pressing into the area right where your throbbing core would be. You murmur words of encouragement in his ear, the bitter taste of Smirnoff on your tongue mixing with the sweet taste of Jeonghan’s lips. He grunts in return, muffling himself as he bites down. “S-shit. I want this.”

He levels his gaze back to you, searching for the same desire in your eyes that he was feeling in him. “Do you want me, Yn? I won’t fuck you until you tell me you do.”

How far has this gone already?

You were only supposed to ‘distract’ the man, and although you actively were–he hadn’t thought to mention the friend he brought once tonight–maybe you were going a bit far. At this point of the night, you’ve got enough alcohol in you to say the shit you want but have complete control over your body. You were far from a lightweight. You could’ve stopped at any point in time. You should’ve stopped now–

“I, Y/n of clear and mind, solemnly swear that I want you, Yoon Jeonghan, to fuck me in this restroom. Is that clear enough for y–”

He wastes no time, pinning your arms against the mirror, smashing his lips against yours, and pushing his tongue through the gap of your mouth. You feel his chest heave, his hips roll, and his digits around your wrists wrap only tighter. A moan breaks out of your mouth and soon his hands leave to trap it, finding their way up your neck and up your hair. Your knees bend, pushing him closer, having you dangerously close to the edge. One wrong move and you go down with him.

Jeonghan is quick to notice, taking him only a second to tug your shorts off, adjusting you on the cool marble surface, and feeling the warmth of your arousal now drenching his fingers. He swallows in your breath, literally taking them away, and holds you by the waist as he parts your folds and drags a finger along the slit. You slightly shudder, the slightest touch of his raises goosebumps on your arms and you’re embarrassed at how quickly you fold.

He chuckles when he hears your gasp, narrowing his eyes back at you. “What? Never had someone touch your pussy before?”

The truth was a lot of men didn’t. In your experience, the ones you’ve been with were always more focused on self-gratification, rather than pleasing their partner. The ratio of either of you or them cumming was drastic, so close to making you give up hookups entirely.

You simply shake your head, watching as his gaze shifts to the glistening of your entrance before his fingers swallow up inside and he breathes in your whimpers with a proud grin. You press kisses against his lips in desperate bursts, urging him to do more than tease you. Your hips thrust against his digits, hand clutching the back of his head and fingering through his soft dark locks.

“Jeonghan,” you clench around him, squirming, “S-stop, fucking around. Just give it to me.”

“You’re so impatient,” His voice drops an octave, and the hair on the back of your neck stands, “Beg for it.”

“You’re the worst,” you squeak.

“Say it. Say how badly you want my cock inside you. I’ll give it to you.”

You already admitted to him you wanted him to fuck you, what more did he want?

You put on your best begging face—not like you had to try since you were already dying to have him inside you—you blink at him, pouting your lips, taking sharp breaths as he fucks his fingers in you deeper. You take your voice up a pitch, your whines coming too easily, and you roam your hand over his body, inching closer and closer to the tent built in his pants. “I want you inside me, Jeonghan.”

“More.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You persist.

“You can do better than that.”

“I need your cock inside me. I’m dying to have you fuck me with your cock,” your nails graze over the top button, already unclasping the hold of his pants to cup over his bulge, feeling it take up the whole surface of your palms. “Give it to me.”

Jeonghan twitches at your touch, hooking his fingers inside your pussy only to slam it at a ferocious speed his last run, your hand holding his clothed private in a balled fist. “Fuck.”

He lets his pants and underwear pool around his ankles, taking your underwear with him. In a brief sense of clarity, he looks for something and with sheer luck he finds it, staring back at him on top of the toilet tank, remembering how he set it aside when you accompanied him. He reaches out to claim it, tearing it open and rolls its latex material over his hard member. 

You sigh with contentment seeing him stroke his length, worried about how you’ll adjust to his size, and all that worry vanishes when he taps the head at your entrance, swirling it into your wet mess. His hand lands on the small of your back, pulling you against him, and deposits himself inside you. Your eyes lightly flutter, feeling how he stretches you out, “F-fuck…”

“Such a perfect pussy,” he compliments lowly, feeling your walls close around him like perfection, pulsing at the rate of your heartbeat.

His hands reach around your hips, guiding them to buck around his frame, and your legs are now locked around him. You grip the counter and throw your head back, the crown of your head hitting the mirror behind you but you hardly notice as Jeonghan splits you open.

You moan ‘yes’s, drool pooling in your throat. Jeonghan savors them, his thrusts steadily knocking back into you as he squeezes your backside, pressing into you. Your nails can’t help but crawl underneath his shirt and claw up against his back, a growl leaves Jeonghan’s lips. You feel his sweat beneath your palms, his skin burning at contact, and can’t think of a better reason to rip his shirt off. So you do just that, the shirt falls to the ground without a second thought, and in return, Jeonghan rips off the buttons of your blouse.

“Jeonghan!”

“You won’t need that anymore,” he laughs and pins your wrists back at the mirror to avoid your protests.

His hips don’t falter, and his mouth claims the skin of your nipples, biting them at the tip between his tongue swirling around your areola. You hard swallow, voice aching in need, so much need, it was crashing on you like a traffic accident. Obscenities flowed like water on your lips and they only get louder when Jeonghan plays against your clit, rubbing on its imperfect spherical shape and you feel as if you’re going to fall.

With all the force in his free arm, he clutches around your waist and rams his hips into you, not changing the fact you could still fall right off this counter but leverages you from doing so. You feel your climax coming close in the face of danger. The thrill of possibly hurting yourself as you were getting railed is a thought that hadn’t occurred to you until this very moment. You’d probably still keep going if your ass did fall on the ground, he was fucking you just that good. 

Your eyes roll back, contorting your lips until they repeat the words “I’m cumming” like a broken record for him to hear. He lands you no response, focused on his own high, but in this case, you didn’t mind.

The sensitivity from having already gotten off simply enhances the sensation of what happens next. Without a word, Jeonghan pulls you down from the counter and has your back towards his chest. Taking in your hair, he forces the cheeks of your face to meet the cold sink counter. Hand clashing against the flesh of your ass before he pokes through, taking you from behind.

“H-holy f-f-fuck…”

You feel his hips come up on your ass like lashings, only this kind of lashing was something you’re more than willing to be accustomed to. 

His pants are loud and clear, feeling you clench around him blissfully as you moan out his name. He tries not to think much of it, it was some meaningless hookup, nothing new. Then again, this was you, a friend of a friend, a common college student like him, but enticingly hot in the fitted clothes you decided to wear tonight. Of course, he’s thought about you once or twice seeing you in passing, wondering what it’s like to fuck you sideways. Even if it's just once. Or twice. Or if he’s lucky, for as long as you let him.

He shakes those thoughts away and places his focus on plowing into you, and you seem to greatly appreciate that.

He takes hands full of your hair, forcing you to look back at yourself. “You see that?”

Choking on your spit, you nod. “Y-yes.”

“What does that fucking look like?”

“It l-looks like you fucking me.”

The smug grin reappears on his face and he pulls harder against your scalp, lips pressing against the smooth of your cheek. “How am I fucking you?”

He playfully bites your cheek, snaking his other hand back to your clit, pinching in his fingertips when he’s not rubbing in. “S-shit.”

“Look at you a fucking mess for me. Can’t even tell me what I'm doing to you. Say it. I give you permission.”

You shut your eyes, tears forming from your overstimulated core, yet pushing back into him. “You’re fucking my pussy so good.”

He hums, shaking his head to move the fallen strands over his eyes, failing. “Say it again.”

“Your cock is fucking my pussy so damn fucking good.” You grit.

You watch him laugh through the reflection, and accelerate his thrusts, the shaky outline of your body the only thing apparent. Gripping the counter for dear life, you feel the sensation once again resurface, having Jeonghan’s climax to follow. Your jaw drops, sounds that could be mistaken for agony makes its escape and you feel your legs tremble under his weight. Jeonghan’s cheek lands on your back, panting out as he lets out his final pumps into the casing, feeling you weak in his embrace.

He pulls out of you, disposing of the condom, and seats you on the covered toilet seat, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your face. You’re visibly worn out, eyes likely foggy from all the energy he’s sucked out of you, and he internally swells up in pride. “You okay?”

You look at him, eyes widening as if you just realized what happened. His pretty face is all you can see and you think to yourself, what in the hell did you get yourself into? “Yeah, yeah I am. Uh, thanks.”

He lightly grins and pulls up his clothes on the ground, getting them back on his body. “That was fun.”

“Yeah, it was,” You confess, “we should probably keep this to ourselves.”

“Mmhm.”

He expected that. He knew what this was. And pretending to not care was one of his many valuable qualities.

“Get dressed and come back around. Your friend is probably looking for you.”

He leaves you behind, and a bitter taste is left on your tongue, making you wonder why that is. 

That was really awkward, wasn’t it?

You do your best to cover yourself up with your ruined shirt, settling on tying it to your mid-drift, and wait a few minutes before leaving, looking at your phone finally to see the messages left behind. 

Kwanie: You’ll never believe what just happened to me!

Kwanie: hello

Kwanie: Is this revenge for me leaving you behind with jeonghan?

Kwanie: whatever im so happy I DONT EVEN CARE

Kwanie: i just came back, i see jeonghan. Where are you

You rush back to the common area of the house to join the party, seeing Seungkwan with his person of interest chatting up with Jeonghan, who looks relaxed as a man who just fucked you in someone’s personal bathroom can be. With a sheepish grin, you join the party, having Seungkwan meet your eyes in pure joy. He calls out your name and seamlessly you join them, enacting normal party behavior. 

Jeonghan barely bats an eye at you the rest of the night and you feel like you're drowning in your self-deprecating thoughts, thinking the worst. It all felt like a mistake. You definitely went way too far. And now by the looks of Seungkwan’s arm around Jeonghan’s friend, you’ll be seeing Jeonghan a lot more often. All for being a good friend.

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[writing-fanics]

. wild uncharted waters .

Prince Eric x Fem!Reader

[Chapter Five: Brokenhearted ]

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​ Gabriella delivered the unfortunate news to her sister that Eric’s engagement party two the mystery woman. Her sister's reaction showed the devastation caused by this revelation, as her face fell with hopelessness. After confessing her feelings to Eric and him needing time to think, the news of his impending engagement made it clear that he had made his decision.

Gabriella noticed her sister's sniffling coming from the bedroom and approached the door. Upon opening it, she saw [Y/n] lying in bed with an item from Eric's voyage, gently rubbing her thumb against it. Gabriella knelt in front of her sister and [Y/n] spoke softly, "You were wrong..."

Gabriella expressed sympathy towards [Y/n] by placing her hand on their wrist and comforting them. She acknowledged the pain of heartbreak and reminded [Y/n] of their positive qualities, stating that Eric did not appreciate them and lost out on a wonderful person. Gabriella attempted to uplift her sister's spirits during this difficult time.

As she stared at the item that Eric gave her from one of his voyages, “I wanna be alone for a bit.” She said, and her sister looked at her and nodded. “Okay, I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight okay,” Gabriella said, and her sister didn’t say anything, just stared at the item in her hand. She looked out the window and looked down at the item, she climbed out of the window and down the side. Once landing on her feet, she made her way towards the beach. 

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With a heavy heart, she gazed at the object in her hand before tossing it into the ocean. As it sank into the depths, her heart sank with it. She then noticed Ariel sitting on a rock in the middle of the water, and her heart ached for the girl as well. She walked towards the girl and knelt down, and gave her a warm smile

Ariel listened as the girl shared her heartbreak about confessing her feelings to her best friend, Eric. She had held these feelings since they were teens, and finally decided to tell him last night. Unfortunately, Eric did not reciprocate her feelings. The girl explained that her sister, Gabriella, had given her false hope by claiming Eric had feelings for her based on his behavior and actions toward her. It was clear the girl was feeling sad as she looked down at the water.

[Y/n] knelt down beside Ariel, unconcerned about getting her clothes wet. "You can tell she was wrong," she said. "I'm surprised Eric didn't choose you. You both looked so happy together. I would have wished you every bit of happiness, even if it meant sacrificing my own." Ariel looked at her sadly, realizing that [Y/n] had loved Eric for longer than she ever had. Ariel was unaware of how close Eric and [Y/n] were, but now she realizes it. She noticed the way he spoke about [Y/n] with longing, even though it made her heart ache. 

“There you are, I've been looking!” A bird landed on the rocks beside the two girls, and [Y/n] looked at the bird dumbfounded. ‘Is that bird talking?’ She thought to herself, “I thought I found you cause I heard your voice. B-But then I saw it wasn’t you it was her!” the bird shouted, and [Y/n] stared at it completely shocked, “I-In the mirror,” the bird rambled on, “S-She had your voice.” the bird rambled on, “What’re you talking about?” Sebastian said, looking up at Scuttle. 

‘The crab just talked’ 

“Don't you hear what I’m telling you” Scuttle shouted, looking down at Sebastian,“The prince is being tricked!” She said, both Ariel and [Y/n] look at Scuttle shocked, “That lady that showed up is actually the sea witch in disguise.” [Y/n] was still trying to process everything, “What’s going on here?!” [Y/n] said, and then for a moment, “You know what, forget it. At least it’ll help me forget about the awful week I’m having.” She said, Immediately, jumping into the water along with Airel to swim toward where the wedding is being held. 

….

Ariel and [Y/n], up the stairs as fast as they could to stale the engagement. The sun slowly started to set in the distance, and Ariel’s time on land slowly running out of time. 

At present, Eric is feeling uncertain and something doesn't seem right. He is trying to locate [Y/n], but even her sister hasn't seen her since this morning, and Ariel is also missing. Just now, his mother handed him a ring that once belong to her mother and is now giving it to him. Eric held the ring in his hand, and looked at it. 

“Oh Eric, it’s beautiful.” Vanessa said, looking at the ring. Scuttle flew down squawking as she flew towards Eric, bumping him causing him to drop the ring it falling to the ground, by Grimsby foot.

“The ring the ring I’ve lost it.” Eric said, looking around frantically for the ring. Grismby looked down and pursed his lips and kicked the ring to the side and looked around as if nothing had happened.  

Scuttle came back and landed on Vanessa and started to attack her and peck at her head, “Get away you filthy bird!” Vanessa shouted, swatting at Scuttle. Lashana who was holding back Max, let him go and the dog ran towards Vanessa and started pouncing on her. Max sarted barking, as Vanessa climbed up onto the fountain. “Help me, I’m being attacked!” She shouted, and just then Ariel and [Y/n] appeared. 

“Y/n,” Eric said, breathlessly seeing her as her and Ariel push through the crowds of people. “Y/n, I’ve been looking for you everywhere, and she immediately along with Ariel ran right past him towards Vanessa.

Ariel pulled on her hair and swiftly grab onto the necklace, around her neck. “What’re you doing!” Vanessa shouted, at Ariel and [Y/n] glared at her as a cat fight ensued. 

Ariel continued to play tug of war with Vanessa who held a tight grip on the necklace. [Y/n] had a tight grip on one of Vanessa’s arms to help pry it off the necklace, that Ariel so desperately wanted.

After a few moments, Ariel was underneath Vanessa still trying to grab the necklace. Eric shouted, at the two of them to stop but they didn’t listen, and [Y/n] tugged on Vanessa’s hair causing her to scream in pain. 

Allowing, Ariel to tug the necklace off from around her neck and kick Vanessa sending her falling backwards. Ariel stood to her feet and smashed the shell necklace on the ground, a blue orb coming out and a voice could be heard singing. Everyone, including [Y/n] watched as it floated up and then towards Ariel. Finally restoring her voice. 

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[juneknight]

My first kinktober fic that I've had to scrap, RIP! This is UNFINISHED, proceed at your own risk. It was for 'Partner Swap', but I'm going to have to...swap...that kink with something else. I'm just not feeling it. Pour one out.

“I’d like you to have sex with Steven,” says Marc one night over slices of New York style pizza. He’d been quieter than usual tonight, often glancing toward the nearest reflective surface in a way that told you he was communicating with his alters. Sometimes he would mutter something beneath his breath—but you didn’t pry. It wasn’t a conversation meant for you. You knew that if it became meant for you, Marc would let you know. 

You supposed this was his way of letting you know. His words make you nearly choke on a pepperoni, reaching frantically for your glass of water to try and stop your coughing and sputtering. At last, when you wipe your mouth clean, it’s to say: “Have sex with him? Marc, baby, I’ve never even met him.” 

“He’s shy.”  

“So you think that sex will bring him out of his shell?” 

Marc clears his throat. “He likes you—and he’s never done it before. I told him that I would ask.” 

You spend the rest of the dinner thinking about it, and ruminating over the bits and pieces of knowledge you have of Marc’s shyest alter. It had taken many months for Marc to feel comfortable telling you about his identity disorder and the alters he shared a headspace with. Jake had been eager to meet (to give you the shovel talk at first, and then to tease you relentlessly like a little boy pulling your pigtails on the playground), but Steven had been much more reluctant. Marc said their last attempt at a relationship—Layla—had not ended well. 

You couldn’t blame him; you’d been burned before too. Burns made for cautious touches, careful lovers. Sometimes you startled Steven by entering the flat when he was still fronting, and he usually made a quick exit to the back of Marc’s head. You tried not to take it personally, even if you were terribly eager to meet him and get to know him. 

Now this…what were you to make of it? 

“He likes me?” you ask, bite of pizza held in the pouch of your cheek as you talk.

Marc’s eyes cut to the toaster on the counter. An expression passes over his face, one that is best defined as brotherly: teasing and a little sly, but loving nonetheless. When he looks back to you, you can tell that he’s trying hard not to smile. 

“Succinct. But yeah.” 

“Succinct?” 

“Steven rambles a lot. You’ll understand when you meet him.” Marc glances towards his water glass. “He’s not thrilled that I asked you.” 

“Oh,” you say, shoulders deflating a bit. “Well, that’s that then, isn’t it? If he’s not interested—”

“No part of me said he wasn’t interested,” Marc interrupts firmly. “I think he hoped to get in your pants the old fashioned way—I’m not being crude, Steven, I’ve had my tongue in her ass, I think I’m fine to talk about her pants and getting you into them—” 

“Marc!” you squawk.

“God, not you too—look, being direct will save all of us so much time and grief,” Marc insists. “Steven wants the experience, and you are the woman he trusts most. He would very, very happily have sex with you, if you only gave the slightest hint that you wanted to have sex with him too—” 

“I do,” you admit, a little loudly. You clear your throat and lower your voice, aiming for unconcerned. “I mean: I do, sure.” 

Marc looks to the toaster. He spreads his hands out as if to say, What did I tell you? 

*

Steven fronts an hour later (forty minutes of which he spent in the shower, though judging by the voices you could hear, you were sure that most of it was spent anxiously talking to his alters. Even though the two of you were going to have sex, he still dressed himself, coming out of the bathroom with wet curls, huge brown eyes, and honest-to-God sweater paws. 

“Hi, hello,” he says, waving a little. He stays far away from where you are seated on the edge of the bed. “I’m—Steven. I mean, you already know that, of course. Seems proper to introduce myself, though, yeah?” 

You can’t help but smile. Marc was right; he rambles.

“Hi Steven. It’s so nice to meet you, and not just in passing for once.” 

“Yeah…sorry about those times. Marc doesn’t bring home many women.” 

“I would hope not,” you tease a little, mouth blooming into a grin. He’s so sweet, timid in a way that Marc never is. “Are you sure you want to go through with this Steven? Losing your virginity seems to mean a lot to you. I don’t—I don’t want to take that experience from you if you aren’t sure or aren’t ready.”

 Steven rolls his eyes a little. He sits on the bed, fidgeting with his hands. “Marc’s had you a hundred times. Hardly a virgin, am I?” 

You balk a little at his boldness—but he is right. With all the hesitance of someone approaching a wild animal, you come to sit down beside him on the bed, elbows on your knees, looking at your own hands to give him freedom from your gaze. “It’s different.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you feel like it’s different.” 

“Just don’t want you to think I’m some pathetic loser,” he admits. He adds: “Pathetic, maybe, but loser is a bit harsh.” 

You laugh. His mouth quirks a little. He sits up a little straighter, pleased that he could make you laugh. 

“I don’t think either of those things. I’ve been excited to meet you all this time; I just didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready. Or weren’t interested.” 

“Are you?” he asks. “Interested, I mean.” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Are you?” 

He takes his hands away from his lap and at last you see that he’s more than half-hard, an impressive bulge against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. “Yeah, you could say that I am.” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

Please,” he whispers. 

You turn so that you can better face him, one of your legs dangling off the bed and the other tucked beneath you. His face is warm, cleanly shaven when you cup his cheek. His lashes flutter shut right away, mouth parting in anticipation. Is this his first kiss? you wonder. Surely not. 

You close your own eyes and kiss him. His mouth is warm and soft, his body positively shaking, whether with nerves or excitement you can’t tell. So much of him reminds you of Marc, but so much is different: timid but eager, clumsily following your lead instead of blazing a trail. With every movement of his tongue, he endears himself to you. And you can’t help but find yourself pressing your thighs together, turned on by his naïveté. 

“Can I touch you?” he breathes against your mouth. “Want to touch you so bad. Every time I accidentally see you with Marc, your skin looks so soft—“

“Touch me,” you say, pulling back far enough that you can rip your shirt off over your head to sit in just your bra and panties. You can help but give him a sly grin. “When you accidentally see me with Marc, huh? That’s quite a coincidence—to just happen to pop in while Marc is having sex.”

Steven’s face flames. It completely gives him away. He stammers out a: it doesn’t quite work like that— but then you are taking his hands in your own and guiding them up to your satin-covered breasts. All the air seems to go out of his lungs. It seems obscene that a man this timid could have hands so broad and strong, cupping your breasts, thumbs instinctively searching for the imprints of your nipples behind the fabric. 

“Take it off me, please,” you pant.

He reaches behind you and fumbles with the clasp. You wait patiently (even if inside you are dying), knowing that he will get the hang of it if given the chance. At last he does, and the bra loosens, straps slipping off your shoulders. You toss it away. 

His eyes remain riveted on your breasts, taking in the pebbled nipples which only grow harder beneath his gaze, desperate for his touch. 

His hand raise, then hesitate, eyes flashing up to yours to see if this is alright. When you nod emphatically, he finally cups your breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs ghosting so gently over your aching nipples. Your eyes flutter shut to focus on the sensation of his touch, letting out a pleased hum. He grows bolder with this positive reinforcement, taking your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and teasing them softly, tugging and twisting lightly. Even though your eyes are closed, you can sense that his own are riveted to your face, taking in your every expression. 

Perhaps Steven is inexperienced, but something tells you that he is a quick learner. 

You have just enough warning to feel his damp curls brush your chest before his mouth closes over one nipple, wet and burning hot as he suckles at you like a babe. Your hands fly to his head, fingers lacing in his curls. 

“Oh God, Steven,” you groan. He groans back, leaving a wet kiss before switching breasts. He cups your breasts and feeds them to his hungry mouth, boldness blooming within him like a flower. 

[coolmayordamien]

A little Darkstache songfic for @willywarfy

Song is The Midnight Crew, Eddie Morton

"Dar-dar-Darkiplier," a monotonous, glitchy voice stammered tonelessly, breaking right through the entity's concentration. Dark scowled down at the paperwork that he had finally had a second to take a stab at, took a deep breath, and then trained the scowl on the android that was loitering in the doorway to his office.

"Wilford is ha-hav-having a malfunction," Google informed him, seeming completely unconcerned. "He is in the stud-d-dy, screaming and waving a gun-"

"Is anyone else in there with him?" Dark interrupted, hurriedly organizing the papers before him as he spoke. While screaming and waving guns around were honestly pretty typical behaviors for the man with the pink mustache, if Google said that the man was having a "malfunction", that could really only mean one thing.

"No one else was with him at the time," the android answered promptly, and Dark was relieved to know that Wil probably hadn't had much of an opportunity to hurt anyone in the midst of his crisis.

"I'm going up there. Don't let anyone else near that room until I say otherwise, do you understand?"

"I un-understand," Google nodded, his suspicious gaze following the grayscale man all the while. He wondered what Dark did to stop these attacks. It was probably something so horrifically violent that the android shuddered just thinking about it.

--

Dark heard Wilford before he saw the man, heard the bangs and crashes as it sounded like the madman was going out of his way to destroy the room that contained him. Heard the agonized cries, heard him scream in fear and anger and confusion as he tried to remember things that he wasn't supposed to remember, as he called out for friends that he would never see again, and for help that would never come.

Dark was going to have to do, instead.

He cautiously opened the door, observing the damage that had already been dealt. Discarded papers drifted through the air, gently fluttering down to land on a floor that was littered with shredded books and broken glass. It seemed that Wilford had shot out at least one window in his panic, and gotten almost all of the lamps.

Wilford, who had backed himself into the corner furthest from the door at Dark's arrival (the most secure position in the room, of course) and who was watching the entity with a sharp, unhinged gaze. His hands were shaking as he pointed a gun at his friend, his breathing rapid, his voice high as he rambled.

"Wh-who…Damien?" the hopeful note in his voice would have pierced right through Dark's heart, if he'd had one. It confirmed his suspicions about what kind of breakdown they were having here, though, and while it was one of Wilford's more emotional kinds, it was also the easiest to deal with.

"No, no, no, you're not Damien," the Colonel corrected himself, his grip on the gun tightening. "He doesn't look like…he's not…what are you?! What sort of awful place is this? First the robot, now a prime example of homo necrosis! I assure you, sir, that I am well up for the privilege of putting down a walking bag of bones such as yourself!"

The wild glint in his eyes became even sharper and more disturbing as his voice lowered with the intensity of his emotions.

Dark sighed lightly, hating what he was about to have to do. Wilford had better really appreciate him for this later.

He turned his back on the gun-toting lunatic as if he were completely unphased by him, humming under his breath as he began to unbutton his suit coat, hanging it primly over the back of the most intact chair.

"What the hell are you doing?" William cried, enraged. "Keep your damn clothes on, you fool! Tell me where my friends are! Tell me what you've done to them!"

Ignoring the questions completely, Dark said loudly, "I hate a moral coward."

The silence that followed his declaration was tense with shock and confusion, and that was enough to encourage the entity to continue, spinning on his heel as he offered his old friend a big, vaudeville smile.

"One who lacks a manly spark," the entity continued, pantomiming a challenge to fisticuffs as he loudly tapped a heel against the wooden floor.

"Are you out of your mind?" Wil demanded, lowering his gun. Dark ignored the irony of that question, an act that he decided was so damn altruistic that he probably deserved a medal.

"I just detest a man afraid to go home in the dark," he said cheerfully, trying to work up a bit of a song as he slowly made his way closer to his unstable companion.

"Well…I mean, don't we all?" the gunman agreed, unaware of the fact that he was holstering his weapon as he spoke.

"I always spend my evenings where there's women, wine, and song!" Dark sang happily, inching ever closer amidst his wide, friendly gestures. He was beyond pleased to see a flash of recognition in Wilford's suspicious eyes at the familiar old tune.

"But like a man…" Wil trailed off, confusion overtaking the fear and anger that had fueled him only moments before.

Delighted, Dark threw caution to the wind, gently tossing a friendly arm around his old pal's shoulders. "But like a man, I always bring my little wife along!"

The Colonel laughed; a lovely, hearty sound as he swooped Dark into a hug, the force of which threatened to crack the entity's spine like a twig. It was a nice feeling, that hug, but it wasn't a Wilford hug.

"Damy, you silly blighter, why didn't you just tell me that it was you in the first place?" William chortled, waving a condescending finger as he lectured, "I could have shot you!"

Before Dark could respond, Wil had him in his arms again, orchestrating the pair of them both in a silly, friendly, affectionate dance that didn't fit the tune or theme of that song at all, and it never had, and it didn't matter how many times Damien had complained about the awkwardness of trying to slow dance to a vaudeville tune, it had never mattered one whit to his fun-loving friend. This sort of thing was madness, after all.

"I'm a member of the midnight crew!" William laughed, spinning Dark quickly as the entity struggled to follow along.

"I'm a night owl-"

"And a wise bird too!"

Together they sang, breathless with laughter and dancing, "Home with the milk in the morning, singing the same old song!"

Chuckling, they collapsed into each other, holding on tightly as William tripped over the mess that he had caused, dragging the pair of them down into a giggling, teary-eyed pile. The hysteria bubbled up inside of them both, dragging the moment out so long that it exhausted Wil. Dark knew the exact moment that the emotions reached a crescendo in his friend, felt the difference in the grip the mustached man had on the entity's middle, heard the difference in the way that the two sides of his friend breathed, and knew that he had done his job.

"Dark?" Wilford asked softly, breathless with laughter from a joke that he didn't even remember being a part of. "What are we doing here? Isn't it…isn't it late? I thought that you were doing paperwork. And I was supposed to…to go to bed, right?"

That was exactly the case, and Dark finally let himself wonder what exactly had occurred during that process to set Wilford off. It didn't really matter right now, though. After he finally got his old friend to bed, he'd go over every inch of this room to see if anything in there could have possibly triggered Wil's memory.

"Nah," he said casually, forcing himself to his feet. "Early to bed and you'll miss all the fun!"

Eyebrows furrowed as he allowed the entity to help him to his feet, Wilford asked, "Is that from a song or something? It sounds a little familiar, but I'm not sure…"

Dark forced himself to laugh a little, reaching for his suit coat once again. "Just something that an old friend and I used to say. Come on. Let's get you something sweet, and then it's off to bed, I think."

Dark loved Wilford, he really did. Wouldn't trade him for the world. But it had been nice to spend a little time with his old friend.

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